MIButterfly
MIButterfly's JournalWhile listening to news radio in the shower, I heard DJT say
something to the effect that he didn't intend to depict himself as Jesus, he thought he was depicting himself as a doctor and the nurse was a Red Cross nurse.
Either way, he's out of his effing mind. Why is that not obvious to every single person in this country? Every single day is a double dose of WTF. It's so tiresome (and frightening) to me.
Edited to add: In BumRushDaShow's post in Latest Breaking News, response no. 22 from muriel_volestrangler has DJT's exact quote.
I took a nap this afternoon and had a dream I've had before
A group of people came to clean my house, only it was my house in the dream, not the house I live in in real life and they were people I knew in the dream, but have never met in real life. They were almost finished and they were doing a fantastic job; the house looked like a showplace, everything so spotless and shiny.
I dream almost every night but very rarely remember my dreams, unless they're nightmares. I wonder why I not only remembered this dream, but remember that I've dreamt it before, only with a different house and different people. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me that I should do a better job housekeeping? Or maybe it's telling me I should meet more people?
Sometimes Holly comes and sits next to me with such an accusatory look on her face
I'm left wondering What? What did I do or what didn't I do, Your Highness?
Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?
Martini never looks at me like that. She looks at me adoringly. At least I hope it's adoringly.
GSN plays reruns of Jeopardy with Alex Trebek on weekday afternoons
A couple of weeks ago, there was a contestant who had immigrated here when he was a child. He used to sit at his grandfather's knee watching Jeopardy and that's how he learned to speak English. Alex Trebek said that he, too, used to sit at his grandfather's knee as a child, but the only words his grandfather taught him were swear words!
I got a kick out of that!
My grandmother came from Poland and when I was a kid and did something wrong,
she would tell me she was going to give me "Pater Noster." As an adult, I asked my mother what that meant and she didn't know any more than I did. Tonight on Jeopardy, there was a category called Literal Latin. The clue was "Meaning 'Our Father', it's another name for The Lord's Prayer" and the answer was the Pater Noster. What do you suppose my grandmother meant by threatening to give me Pater Noster? Maybe instill the fear of God into me?
Who knew that Jeopardy would give me an answer to something I've wondered about for so many years? Or is this common knowledge and I should be embarrassed that I didn't know it? It wouldn't be the first time I was clueless about something that everybody else knows.
I just read online that the season finale of Matlock is in two weeks, April 23
The show starts late in the season; shows maybe five new episodes; goes on hiatus for "winter break"; comes back in March; shows maybe six new episodes; and then the season is over.
What the hell? I'm old enough to remember when shows had new episodes from September all the way until the beginning of June. Bygone days.
I took an overdue book back to the library on Monday
It was due March 29 and I brought it back on April 6. My account said it was two weeks overdue. March 29 to April 6 is eight days, not two weeks. Since the library was closed for three days for Easter, technically it was only five days overdue. I brought that to the attention of the librarian and she looked up my account but couldn't figure out why it said two weeks so she went and got her supervisor who couldn't figure it out either and told me she was "going to look into it."
Whatever.
My aunt, who's married to my mother's brother, has never liked our side of the family.
She didn't like my grandmother; she doesn't particularly like me; and she hated my mother. She told my mother several times that she didn't raise me right. As a childless person, as is she, I would cut my tongue out before I ever told anybody how they should raise their children, but I digress. Last fall, she and my uncle invited me to a birthday lunch for her brother at a Polish restaurant. There were six of us, my aunt and uncle; my aunt's sister; my aunt's bother and his wife; and me. This was right after Martini was diagnosed with high blood pressure and I was telling them about how difficult it was to give her the pill and my aunt's brother said "I could see doing that for a dog, but not a cat." I went on to tell them about how I thought Martini was swallowing the pills, but I found about four of them she had spat out on the carpet outside the bathroom and my aunt's brother asked me "What would happen if you didn't give your cat the pills?" and I said "She would probably have a stroke and die" and he said "Problem solved!" and then laughed. I said "That's not funny" and his wife said "Sorry, MIButterfly." These are the people who are supposed to be so much better than my mother, grandmother and me.
I told my former hairdresser about it when it happened and she said "That's just how guys are." I said "No, that's how assholes are" I didn't say it, but I thought, if that's how you think all men are, you must have some real assholes in your life and I feel sorry for you that you don't have any better men around you.
I got a call from the vet's office a few minutes ago.
I e-mailed them last night to request a refill for Martini's blood pressure medication and they wanted to know which medication I needed! Don't they have that information in her chart? She's only taking the blood pressure pills. I had to run upstairs to get the bottle to tell them what it is. That doesn't install a lot of confidence in them for me. Both cats have been going to the same vet's office for their whole lives with me, over 14 years.
Yikes.
Today I went to Macy's to pick up an online order and while waiting for the saleslady to go get it,
I saw a bag of something called Pop & Sol Coconut Flaked White Chocolate Covered Cashews (apparently it's from nuts. com). I thought "hmmm, that's sounds interesting" so I bought it. I ate half of one and decided it wasn't as interesting as I thought. It's actually kind of tasteless. I couldn't taste the cashew and I couldn't taste any coconut. Maybe I just got a bad bag. Oh well, live and learn.
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