I don't know how many times in the last week I have seen some form of the following situation: In a parking lot, there is a great big arrow pointing in one direction, the direction that traffic should go and there is an idiot driving the other direction. How hard is it to go to the next aisle to drive the direction that you want to go. It just GRRR's me. At school, the drive next to the building has multiple huge arrows pointing towards the back of the lot, but every day drivers insist on driving the wrong way. Also they just painted brand new arrows in the entrance off First Ave. These arrows along with the sign attached to the stop sign show that it's a right turn only. Yet the other day, I was behind 3 people who decided they were too important, and had to make left hand turns at Rush Hour. We sat there forever.
So what's your big GRRR? Leave me a comment with yours.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Voice mail/Answering Machine Messages
First the GRRR...When you call someone and end up getting their voicemail. They have a nice message saying "I'm not available, leave a message." You expect the beep to be next, but NO! it's now the automated lady telling you "if you would like to page this person press 5, if you want to text them press 2, if you want to leave a message record after the beep, after recording press pound to send your message and press star for more options." My gosh, do I really need to hear all of that. I just want to leave a message. Actually, I probably really just want to talk to the person I'm calling. And what are these additional options anyways? I know there are some of you out there who "need" those additional options, like "Priority" All that does is put your voicemail to the front and now it's the first one that I delete rather than the last. I will make my own list of priorities for returning phone calls. (don't worry dear friends, I always call people back)
Now for the funny...I love when people are creative on their answering machine. It's funny to get a machine like my mom got today. Let me share the side of the conversation that I heard and then I'll share what the machine said.
Margie: Hi, Lee, this is Margie Moore, Donna's friend (pause)...Yes it does seem(stops due to interuption)... oh, ugh, Donna this is margie, call me when you get this message.
As soon as I heard the second part of what my mom was saying I put it together, she got fooled by the machine. Here's the entire conversation:
AMM: Hello
Margie: Hi, Lee, this is Margie Moore, Donna's Friend.
AMM: How are you? It looks like it's going to be a great day.
Margie: Yes it does seem
AMM: And we are out enjoying the beautiful weather. Leave us a message.
My one thought on these funny machines is "don't leave it like that forever," after awhile people do get a bit fed up with the "funny" and it just seems to be annoying. So be creative people!! just don't be annoying!!
Now for the funny...I love when people are creative on their answering machine. It's funny to get a machine like my mom got today. Let me share the side of the conversation that I heard and then I'll share what the machine said.
Margie: Hi, Lee, this is Margie Moore, Donna's friend (pause)...Yes it does seem(stops due to interuption)... oh, ugh, Donna this is margie, call me when you get this message.
As soon as I heard the second part of what my mom was saying I put it together, she got fooled by the machine. Here's the entire conversation:
AMM: Hello
Margie: Hi, Lee, this is Margie Moore, Donna's Friend.
AMM: How are you? It looks like it's going to be a great day.
Margie: Yes it does seem
AMM: And we are out enjoying the beautiful weather. Leave us a message.
My one thought on these funny machines is "don't leave it like that forever," after awhile people do get a bit fed up with the "funny" and it just seems to be annoying. So be creative people!! just don't be annoying!!
Monday, October 09, 2006
Religion during the week
(to hear me tell this story click here)
Are you wondering what I might be getting ready to write about with a title like that? Well let me set the stage for this post...1. my mom is crazy (I love her anyways)2. The following was said in the hallway of our house around 11pm. 3. my mom is crazy 4. I was walking down the hallway towards my mom and when she saw me this is what happened.
Margie: You remind me of a Catholic on Wednesdays, I, I, I mean, a Catholic on Wednesdays.
Katie: (confused)Well, you remind me of Buddhist on Saturday.
Margie: I mean a Catholic on Ash Wednesday.
(Apparently I had a mark on my forehead)
Are you wondering what I might be getting ready to write about with a title like that? Well let me set the stage for this post...1. my mom is crazy (I love her anyways)2. The following was said in the hallway of our house around 11pm. 3. my mom is crazy 4. I was walking down the hallway towards my mom and when she saw me this is what happened.
Margie: You remind me of a Catholic on Wednesdays, I, I, I mean, a Catholic on Wednesdays.
Katie: (confused)Well, you remind me of Buddhist on Saturday.
Margie: I mean a Catholic on Ash Wednesday.
(Apparently I had a mark on my forehead)
Friday, September 29, 2006
September was a boring month
Today I was talking to my good friend Cindi and she mentioned that I hadn't updated my blog for the entire month of September. She said that I needed to or else September wouldn't be listed on my long ago posts section. I couldn't believe that I hadn't posted anything this month. But sure enough, she was right. Nothing was posted for September.
So now comes the problem, what to blog about. I mentioned this to my mom and she started to think of things for me to blog about. Here were some of her suggestions:
1. my dislike of the fall festival
2. my students
3. being free from my driving my mom around
4. the party I had when my parents were both out of town at the same time.(there wasn't one)
Then she came up with a crazy story that my brother could blog about(if he had a blog) Apparently, while visiting my brother last weekend, they went to Target and since my mom is still recovering from knee surgury, she had to use one of their electric scooters. Well the whole time she was using it, she couldn't control the stopping very well and she kept giving herself whiplash. After watching my mom suffer with the controls, my brother told her to stay put and he would get the last thing they needed. When he came back she was gone, and he had to start looking for her. When he found her he asked her what part of "Stay put" didn't she understand, the "stay" or the "put". I know that story might not be funny to you readers, but it was hysterical when my mom told it. She was laughing so hard she almost couldn't get thru the story.
I hope you enjoyed my September blog.
So now comes the problem, what to blog about. I mentioned this to my mom and she started to think of things for me to blog about. Here were some of her suggestions:
1. my dislike of the fall festival
2. my students
3. being free from my driving my mom around
4. the party I had when my parents were both out of town at the same time.(there wasn't one)
Then she came up with a crazy story that my brother could blog about(if he had a blog) Apparently, while visiting my brother last weekend, they went to Target and since my mom is still recovering from knee surgury, she had to use one of their electric scooters. Well the whole time she was using it, she couldn't control the stopping very well and she kept giving herself whiplash. After watching my mom suffer with the controls, my brother told her to stay put and he would get the last thing they needed. When he came back she was gone, and he had to start looking for her. When he found her he asked her what part of "Stay put" didn't she understand, the "stay" or the "put". I know that story might not be funny to you readers, but it was hysterical when my mom told it. She was laughing so hard she almost couldn't get thru the story.
I hope you enjoyed my September blog.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Holy Land In Newburgh
As some of you know, my mom broke her leg a few weeks ago and she had to have surgury to repair the break. As part of the surgury, the doctor had to do a bone graft. Rather than taking part of her own bone, he took Coral from the Red Sea and placed that in her leg. When my mom found out that she had the coral in her, her response was "I've always wanted to go to the Holy Land and now it has come to me."
Friday, August 04, 2006
A bit deeper than usual
This post is a bit deeper than I usually like to post, but I really thought that this guy had good insight into the war on Terrorism. (I made one modification to his article and that is the biblical passage. I put it in NIV rather than the translation that he originally used...easier to read this way)
Remember Amalek
What the Bible says about fighting terrorism
By Rabbi Marc Gellman
The Bible is the greatest collection of books, and I believe it to be the complex but discernable word of God. However, the Bible can also be a dangerous book when it is used as a blueprint for any particular political or military stance seeking sanction and support through a few carefully selected and often misleading segments.
On both sides of any war debate, both pacifists and provocateurs can use the Bible's authority. The same is true for the Qur'an and for the Vedas. God's will and God's ways, we must always remember if we are to be true to the message of faith, are not our own. As Abraham Lincoln cautioned, the important question is not whether God is on our side but whether we are on God's side. However, we ought not conclude from this humble caution that the Bible is utterly recondite and irrelevant to the wars we fight. I believe that the key to the Bible's message to us in this moment is remembering Amalek.
In Deut. 25:17-19 we read: "Remember what the Amalekites did to you along the way when you came out of Egypt. When you were weary and worn out, they met you on your journey and cut off all who were lagging behind; they had no fear of God. When the LORD your God gives you rest from all the enemies around you in the land he is giving you to possess as an inheritance, you shall blot out the memory of Amalek from under heaven. Do not forget!
What made Amalek so dastardly was that unlike any other enemy who attacked the Israelites fleeing slavery in Egypt from the front, Amalek attacked the rear. This meant that his soldiers could kill women and children, the elderly and the infirm and in so doing avoid engagement with the soldiers at the front. In this way he could produce maximum carnage and maximum terror. The moral problem the Bible addresses is that this is not warfare, it is the slaughter of innocents—it is terrorism.
Why, I wondered, would God command us to remember the terrorist Amalek? There are other villains in the Bible, but there is no biblical command to remember Pharaoh or Nebuchadnezzar, or Cyrus. We are commanded only to remember Amalek. I believe this is because the planned and plotted slaughter of innocents even during wartime cannot be condoned and must be remembered as a bright moral line which can never be crossed. Indeed our remembrance of Amalek is combined with a chilling pledge from God that is also unique in the Bible: “The Lord will have war with Amalek from generation to generation” (Exod. 17:16). Our enemies are just our enemies except if our enemy is Amalek. In that case our enemy is also the enemy of God. Amalek thus becomes the symbol of terrorism in every generation. He is the symbol not of evil but of radical evil.
In our generation Amalek is alive and well and killing the weak ones at the rear of the march. Amalek has attacked the rear of our line of march in Madrid and Bombay, in Jakarta and London, in Haifa and Tel Aviv, in New York and Washington, in a quiet field in Pennsylvania and in a hundred other homes and families—leaving them covered with blood and tears. Yes, one can disagree and debate how Amalek must be fought, but not that Amalek must be fought. One must report and mourn the innocents who are inadvertently killed by our soldiers in our battle against Amalek, but that remembrance must always make the spiritual moral and political distinction that our victims were killed by mistake and Amalek's victims were killed by design.
I have no new or fresh or insightful take on the latest battle in the worldwide war on Islamic fascism except the message of our president: victory is the only way. In my heart and prayers, I thank President Bush for remembering Amalek. And to all the world leaders who are used to thinking about war as just a struggle for land or oil or power, remember that this war is different and this enemy is different. If you can, come to realize that this is a war against a lover of slaughter. If you join us, then we shall not have to fight Amalek alone and he cannot again attack the weak ones at the rear of the line.
© 2006 Newsweek, Inc.
Remember Amalek
What the Bible says about fighting terrorism
By Rabbi Marc Gellman
The Bible is the greatest collection of books, and I believe it to be the complex but discernable word of God. However, the Bible can also be a dangerous book when it is used as a blueprint for any particular political or military stance seeking sanction and support through a few carefully selected and often misleading segments.
On both sides of any war debate, both pacifists and provocateurs can use the Bible's authority. The same is true for the Qur'an and for the Vedas. God's will and God's ways, we must always remember if we are to be true to the message of faith, are not our own. As Abraham Lincoln cautioned, the important question is not whether God is on our side but whether we are on God's side. However, we ought not conclude from this humble caution that the Bible is utterly recondite and irrelevant to the wars we fight. I believe that the key to the Bible's message to us in this moment is remembering Amalek.
In Deut. 25:17-19 we read: "Remember what the Amalekites did to you along the way when you came out of Egypt. When you were weary and worn out, they met you on your journey and cut off all who were lagging behind; they had no fear of God. When the LORD your God gives you rest from all the enemies around you in the land he is giving you to possess as an inheritance, you shall blot out the memory of Amalek from under heaven. Do not forget!
What made Amalek so dastardly was that unlike any other enemy who attacked the Israelites fleeing slavery in Egypt from the front, Amalek attacked the rear. This meant that his soldiers could kill women and children, the elderly and the infirm and in so doing avoid engagement with the soldiers at the front. In this way he could produce maximum carnage and maximum terror. The moral problem the Bible addresses is that this is not warfare, it is the slaughter of innocents—it is terrorism.
Why, I wondered, would God command us to remember the terrorist Amalek? There are other villains in the Bible, but there is no biblical command to remember Pharaoh or Nebuchadnezzar, or Cyrus. We are commanded only to remember Amalek. I believe this is because the planned and plotted slaughter of innocents even during wartime cannot be condoned and must be remembered as a bright moral line which can never be crossed. Indeed our remembrance of Amalek is combined with a chilling pledge from God that is also unique in the Bible: “The Lord will have war with Amalek from generation to generation” (Exod. 17:16). Our enemies are just our enemies except if our enemy is Amalek. In that case our enemy is also the enemy of God. Amalek thus becomes the symbol of terrorism in every generation. He is the symbol not of evil but of radical evil.
In our generation Amalek is alive and well and killing the weak ones at the rear of the march. Amalek has attacked the rear of our line of march in Madrid and Bombay, in Jakarta and London, in Haifa and Tel Aviv, in New York and Washington, in a quiet field in Pennsylvania and in a hundred other homes and families—leaving them covered with blood and tears. Yes, one can disagree and debate how Amalek must be fought, but not that Amalek must be fought. One must report and mourn the innocents who are inadvertently killed by our soldiers in our battle against Amalek, but that remembrance must always make the spiritual moral and political distinction that our victims were killed by mistake and Amalek's victims were killed by design.
I have no new or fresh or insightful take on the latest battle in the worldwide war on Islamic fascism except the message of our president: victory is the only way. In my heart and prayers, I thank President Bush for remembering Amalek. And to all the world leaders who are used to thinking about war as just a struggle for land or oil or power, remember that this war is different and this enemy is different. If you can, come to realize that this is a war against a lover of slaughter. If you join us, then we shall not have to fight Amalek alone and he cannot again attack the weak ones at the rear of the line.
© 2006 Newsweek, Inc.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
It's been along time
Well it has been along time since I have blogged, I have been told by a few friends that I need to keep up on my blogging. I'm sorry for the void that I created in your life. I hope you enjoy the below posts.
ANNOYING to just GROSS
At 6:30pm every night, you can find my mom and me watching her favorite show: "Wheel of Fortune" Recently, WOF has gotten a new sponsor...It's called HEAD-ON. The Commercial consist of a woman rubbing what looks like a glue stick to her forhead and the voice-over saying "Head-on, apply directly to the forehead. Head-on, apply directly to the forehead. Head-on, apply directly to the forehead." No, that's not a typo. The commercial repeats the phrase three times. At first the commercial ran just the one product, then they added another product: Activ-On This is for Arthritis. "Apply directly where it hurts." These commercials have become so annoying. Everynight, this commercial runs during WOF and now it's starting to run during other shows. If you haven't seen it then you just don't watch TV. Here's a link to a YouTube of it. Today was the worst, they have added another product. It's for Hemorrhoids, FREEdHEM. "Freedom from Hemorrhoids, FREEdHEM Hemorrhoid Cream. Freedom from Hemorrhoids, FREEdHEM Hemorrhoid Cream. Freedom from Hemorrhoids, FREEdHEM Hemorrhoid Cream." Now here's the question, why didn't they say..."FREEdHem, apply directly to the Hemorrhoids" I found a really funny commentary on these products. so if you have the time, take a listen to what Brian Unger has to say.
Changing Noses
(to hear me tell this story click here)
Last friday, my mom, sister, niece and I went to the farmer's market. While we were sitting in the car waiting for the rain to stop, my niece was playing the "Got your nose game" (you grab the other persons nose with your first and middle finger, and then when you pull your hand away you stick your thumb inbetween the fingers so it looks like you have the nose in your hand.) So she took my nose off and then she took my mom's nose off and put my mom's nose on my face. I pretended to cry that I didn't have my own nose. My niece said to me "Don't cry, it's not like you have her whole face."
Last friday, my mom, sister, niece and I went to the farmer's market. While we were sitting in the car waiting for the rain to stop, my niece was playing the "Got your nose game" (you grab the other persons nose with your first and middle finger, and then when you pull your hand away you stick your thumb inbetween the fingers so it looks like you have the nose in your hand.) So she took my nose off and then she took my mom's nose off and put my mom's nose on my face. I pretended to cry that I didn't have my own nose. My niece said to me "Don't cry, it's not like you have her whole face."
Stalking Reversed
Ok, So I blogged a while back about "Stalking" someone at Starbucks. Well, tonight when Julie and I got together, I suggested that we just get together at the starbucks closer to us...there really wasn't a reason to go to the one that was out of the way just to see that guy.(especially since I wasn't going to make a move to get to know him) So here we are at out Starbucks and who walks in? YES, you are right. It was him. He ended up sitting at the table right by us. I think he is now stalking me.
Mother, Sit down!!!!!
(to hear me tell this story click here.)
Today while using a public bathroom with my mom, I was reminded of something that happened to us a few years ago. My mom and I were in the bathroom at Barnes and Noble. While we were washing out hands, a lady (about my mom's age) and her elderly mom came into the bathroom. The mom went into the first stall and the daughter went into the second stall. Next thing we know, the daughter is looking over the stall wall into the first stall and speaking very strickly to her mom. "Mother, sit. down. Sit. Down, Mother. MOTHER, SIT! DOWN!! SIT! DOWN, MOTHER!!" It was so funny, it took all the self-control we had to not bust out laughing right there in the bathroom. After we left the bathroom, my mom turned to me and said, "That's us in 30 years!"
Today while using a public bathroom with my mom, I was reminded of something that happened to us a few years ago. My mom and I were in the bathroom at Barnes and Noble. While we were washing out hands, a lady (about my mom's age) and her elderly mom came into the bathroom. The mom went into the first stall and the daughter went into the second stall. Next thing we know, the daughter is looking over the stall wall into the first stall and speaking very strickly to her mom. "Mother, sit. down. Sit. Down, Mother. MOTHER, SIT! DOWN!! SIT! DOWN, MOTHER!!" It was so funny, it took all the self-control we had to not bust out laughing right there in the bathroom. After we left the bathroom, my mom turned to me and said, "That's us in 30 years!"
Thursday, June 29, 2006
playing around
So, I thought I would try out this feature with Blogger. It's where I can send an email to Blogger and it will be posted on my blog. That seems to be pretty cool. That way when I get a funny thing sent to me, all I will have to do is forward it on. If you are reading this on my blog, then it worked. 
GRRR
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I read a little column called "The GRRRR!" check out the link for even more great thoughts by Mike Straka.
While reading the column today, I found this little bit quite humorous and it hit the nail on the head for me. Hearing people eat is one of my biggest pet peeves.
Enjoy the GRRR...
Popcorn Eaters
Whoever thought popcorn would be good movie theater fare obviously never sat in a dark room full of Oblivions munching on popcorn as if they were dying of some rare disease, and the only cure lies at the bottom of their popcorn bucket.
SHOOMP, in goes the hand — SHOOMP, out comes the hand and makes a beeline directly to the mouth — MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH — BREATHE — MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
The sound of people relentlessly chomping on their popcorn with bits flying out of their mouths, holding their breath while chewing so that they have to exhale simultaneously as they chew is enough to drive me up the wall.
I want to scream everytime I go to the movies, and of course, these Popcorn Oblivions always sit directly behind me so that I can hear ever bite, every breath, every reach, every salivation and every lick of the buttery popcorn off their greasy fingers.
LICK, SMACK, GRRRRR!
While reading the column today, I found this little bit quite humorous and it hit the nail on the head for me. Hearing people eat is one of my biggest pet peeves.
Enjoy the GRRR...
Popcorn Eaters
Whoever thought popcorn would be good movie theater fare obviously never sat in a dark room full of Oblivions munching on popcorn as if they were dying of some rare disease, and the only cure lies at the bottom of their popcorn bucket.
SHOOMP, in goes the hand — SHOOMP, out comes the hand and makes a beeline directly to the mouth — MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH — BREATHE — MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
The sound of people relentlessly chomping on their popcorn with bits flying out of their mouths, holding their breath while chewing so that they have to exhale simultaneously as they chew is enough to drive me up the wall.
I want to scream everytime I go to the movies, and of course, these Popcorn Oblivions always sit directly behind me so that I can hear ever bite, every breath, every reach, every salivation and every lick of the buttery popcorn off their greasy fingers.
LICK, SMACK, GRRRRR!
Sad News
It is with much sadness that I have to share this news with you. Moose the dog, better known as Eddie in US sitcom Frasier, has died aged 16 in Los Angeles, his trainer has said.
The Jack Russell terrier passed away of old age last week at trainer Mathilde Halberg's home, she told People magazine and the Access Hollywood show.
"He just had an incredible charisma and was a such a free spirit," Ms Halberg said of Moose, who appeared in 192 Frasier episodes from 1993.
Moose shared the part of Eddie with his son, Enzo.
He made his first appearance on the long-running Cheers spin-off in the first episode on 16 September 1993, retiring 10 years later in 2003. The show finished in 2004.
His fictional owner, retired policeman Marty Crane (John Mahoney), announced the dog's full name was Eddie Spaghetti: "Because he has worms."
Moose's ability to stare at lead actor Kelsey Grammer for extended periods became a running joke on the programme.
Moose was renowned for being able to stare at Kelsey Grammer
When he had to lick his co-stars, however, liver pate was dabbed behind their ears to achieve the required response, Mahoney once revealed.
During the height of Frasier's popularity, Moose received more fan mail than any of his human counterparts.
"He's like a robot," Mahoney told Animal Press magazine in 1994. "A consummate professional who works hard learning his tricks."
Moose also played the title role in 2000 film My Dog Skip.
According to Ms Halberg, Moose was 16-and-a-half when he died on Thursday.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Big Dreamer
I just finished watching the funniest documentary:"My Date with Drew" quick synopsis...This 27 year old guy has a crush on Drew Barrymore. He decides to take his winnings from a game show to finance the next 30 days in his pursuit for a date with Drew. check out the website and then rent the movie. http://www.mydatewithdrew.com/index.html
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Taking a trip
Well Today I took a trip. A skating trip to be exact. No, not ice skating, and not roller skating. Water on the garage floor skating. And how did the trip end. Not good. I ended up on my left side/butt/back. I am SORE!! andI know tomorrow is going to be even worse. As my uncle told me tonight "You are going to hurt in places that you didn't even know you had." I am already starting to think that he is right. UGH!!!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Bug Zapper
Ok, you are sitting on the back porch and then ZAP, CRACK, POP!!! You know what that sound is, it's a bug that is too stupid to avoid flying into the blue glowing light. Then for the next 10 minutes the conversation is about how stupid bugs are, and is constantly interupted by the Zap, Crack and Pop of more bugs diving into the light.
What do you ask made me think of this? Well I was driving down the road tonight and some idiot had his bright lights on. Instead of doing like I should (look away from the light and towards the white line on the side), I found myself drawn into watching the light and then once the car passed I was seeing spots and kicking myself for being stupid like a bug.
What do you ask made me think of this? Well I was driving down the road tonight and some idiot had his bright lights on. Instead of doing like I should (look away from the light and towards the white line on the side), I found myself drawn into watching the light and then once the car passed I was seeing spots and kicking myself for being stupid like a bug.
Calling Information
How many times have you been driving down the road and needed to make a call, but you didn't have the number, so you called 411 to get it. Then the end of the month comes and you about die when you get your cell bill...It's $10-20 more, because you have called 411 5 times in the last month. Well that expensive extra charge is now over. Yes, you read correctly, it is over. http://www.free411.com/ When you are traveling all you have to do is call 1-800-free-411. (I would recommend that you put it in your memory, that way you aren't really dialing while you are driving)
If you have any great deals to share, leave me a comment!!
If you have any great deals to share, leave me a comment!!
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Stalking
On Saturday Julie and I went shoe shopping. While we were out, I mentioned a guy that I thought was cute. I told Julie that I know where he works a part time job. So tonight she and I got together at Starbucks so she could check him out. Of course, our time together was more than just talking about him, we talked about all sorts of different things. As we got up to leave, I thanked Julie for joining me on my stalking adventure.
It's not really stalking, is it? I hope not. I don't want to be thought of as a crazy woman. No, it's not stalking, it's just admiring God's creation. Yeah, that's what it is: admiring God's creation.
It's not really stalking, is it? I hope not. I don't want to be thought of as a crazy woman. No, it's not stalking, it's just admiring God's creation. Yeah, that's what it is: admiring God's creation.
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