Just Fishing

If you are out fishing, be sure you don’t catch an old tire.
I read this short article somewhere along time ago, and ran across it again in my files. Just as it made me stop and think back then, it did the same now. Cannot attribute it to anyone since it was so long ago.
The article mentioned some women are finding their time clock to have children ticking so fast that they are having to make a decision on whether to have children right now.
It went on to say these women were having a problem finding someone of similar high intellect as themselves so that they could marry.
However all they want is a child not an interfering husband. Their solution? Well pick some guy who’s presentable and go for it or tap into a sperm bank. And gamble on the result. If this is choosing someone of similar high intellect, it tells us how high that intellect is!
Intellect, desperation, or any old grab bag! That’s a lot to think about!

Not Again?

Well, I just heard on TV, the post office will be raising the cost of stamps, again. Starting next week the cost goes up one penny.
Maybe they would be able to save money and not raise costs if they became more efficient.

I live in a small town, make that very small. I moved here several years ago. At that time I rented a post office box to expedite my mail.

Before I moved here I lived in a large city and there I also rented a box. Not once in the twenty years I lived there did I receive other peoples mail in my box. The post office was very scrupulous abou the way it sorted the mail. Well except for the time they lost one of my monthly checks! That time two checks got stuck together and the postman simply put both in the other person's mailbox. I made a personal visit to the post office to complain about not receiving my check, they told me they could do nothing about it and to fill out a form. I filled out the form and that was the last I heard about it.

Strange as it may seem, I was working at a resort at that time and one day a person who lived there came up to me with my check! Said he received it in his mail and knew that I worked at the resort so he made a special point of bringing it to me. What luck! Meant a lot to me.

Well to get back to this little town... Since I moved here, at least several times a month I get mail in the box with strange names. The box number is correct but the name is not.

I spoke to the postmaster about it. He said the box must have been assigned to some of these people throughout the years and the mail still kept coming to it.
I told him he should correct the situation as it was getting to be a problem. He assured me he would... Well if I held my breath that long I'd be long gone.

Here it is four years later and the same people's mail is being delivered to my box.
I've complained, I've threatened to throw the mail away, I've also told the poastmaster that this could get me arrested as involved in identity theft and he would be the one that caused it.

Nothing...no changes made after all these years, simply promises.
Maybe I should contact the head postmaster in Washington and report the problem?
It seems no matter what name is on the envelope, the sorters simply sort by box number and could care less about anything else.

This mail comes from Social Security, it comes from insurance companies, it comes from banks, just think what an unscrupulous person could do with all that personal information.

I often stop to wonder if it is happening to me where is some of my mail ending up?

I even advised the postmaster on how to make changes so that doesn't keep happening!

Now the post office dares to raise the price of stamps again! I have another suggestion, take the hike out of the wages of the sorters, and well see how fast they make changes in the sorting proccess...

Grandma, What Big Teeth You Have!

What can I say...?

I'm truly at a loss for words...Have you noticed the people who appear on TV and the point they make of displaying every tooth in their heads? I for one do not wish to look down someones mouth or see what all their teeth look like, I find it bad manners for one and disgusting for another.

To make it even worse, they have had the upper teeth whitened, while the lower remain a dingy white, even more off-putting.

I, for one, cannot speak with all my teeth showing, I find it impossible to do.

Not to mention, the women who use some sort of glittery lipstick! The greasy lips with those big teeth make me turn the program off. I really do not care to look at such a horrendous display. Reminds me of Little Red Riding Hood when she saw the wolf and said, "Grandma, what big teeth you have!" And the wolf said, "The better to eat you, my dear!"

The moral...keep that mouth closed, don't show all those teeth and people won't find the entire display disgusting.

Need A Laugh...Things Looking A Bit Down?

Attend a fashion show; look at what the Hollywood crowd is wearing. Check out the fashion magazines, and in minutes you’ll be guffawing and rolling on the floor. "I can’t believe it, do people actually wear this stuff?" Probably not the ordinary mortal, unless they are a slave to fashion, no matter how tasteless, no matter how weird, no matter how much the cost, the bunch with too much money, and little taste, will be wearing them. Pride and self respect left at the door of a "name" designer.
Some men designing for women and some women designing for their own gender seem to have an agenda and it seems to be, "charge through the nose and make these women look like fools."
What makes women buy and wear such awful stuff? The clothes, the shoes, hallucinogenic nightmares turned out by people calling themselves fashion designers. Is it to attract attention to themselves? Aren’t they actually putting themselves down? If they only knew how silly they looked and that people were actually laughing at them and not admiring them.
How about today’s dining experience?
Dining out can be a pleasant event or a toothgrinding one. The decision to dine out scan be uplifting, someone else makes the meal, someone else does the dishes, and hey we are off to a great start! But soon the downside happens. The waiter shows up. He has had specialized training, but the result can be a bit irritating.
The reservation has been made; it’s for such and such a time and for such and such a place. You arrive on time and find you have to wait, could be a minute or two or long enough that time ceases to exist. And if the host /hostess asks you have a seat in the bar until your able is ready, it could get hazier and hazier. Anyway in due time someone arrives to escort you to your able. It may be with a flourish or just having a chair shoved under you. A waitperson approaches with a menu and announces that he/she is so and so and will be your server that evening. Does one ignore the introduction or does one say," My name is John Smith and these are my friends, we will dining here tonight." Would Ms. Manners be horrified at that?
I really do not care to know what the waitpersons name is. I came to dine not to meet the restaurants personnel. Is this supposed to induce a friendly atmosphere, a larger tip, or someone to blame if things get messed up? What is the need for this? The waitperson, after introducing him/herself now goes into a long spiel about that evenings specials. I thought after I was handed the menu I would be allowed to peruse it at my convenience and make my choices. Does the waiter think I can’t read? Actually once the waiter starts reeling off the choices; I lose track of what he is saying and have to ask him to repeat it all.
On the other hand we have this... the server, hands one the menu after saying, "Hi, I’m your server and my name is so and so, hands you the menu and walks off. No big deal, this gives one ample time to look at what is good that evening, once one decides the waiting begins. Where is that waiter, what was his name? Finally he shows up takes the order, compliments you on your choices and wanders off. Soon he is back and proceeds to place everything on the table, tells you to enjoy your meal and is off again. Only to appear two minutes later before you have even had a chance to pick up your fork and asks you, "Are your enjoying your meal?" Then he is off again; one may never see him again, not even to bring the check.
Service is supposed to be the name of the game but when it is the wrong kind of service, it does not make for a pleasant meal
A nice dining experience or a frustrating one?
Ow about tiday’s dining experience?
Dining out can be a plesant evetn ora tootgrinfing one. The decison to dineout can be uplifting,