I had to …

I had to what? …

Take my car into the shop. The gear shifter button broke loose and getting the car from park to reverse and drive was getting more dicey. I also had the ABS and stabilitrak on the blitz again due to rats eating on the wires. That happened before March 2020 when we were sent to work from home. I always said I’d tend to it since the rats were in the work garage and not here of that I am sure. I wonder if with majority of the people gone, the office has turned into Wild Kingdom. But I digress.

I picked the 7am appointment. Masked it up and went on in. All employes except one guy moving a floor jack were masked up. I wanted to scream at him WTF dude but I didn’t. I don’t know his situation. I just steered very clear. I had no choice but to wait since we are well over 35 miles from the place. No Uber home for me.

The waiting room had the coffee up and running but no freaking thanks. Other people can partake in the Rona brew. I picked a chair all by itself with my back to the wall. Most of the chairs had been removed and the few remaining chairs were more like 10 feet than the required six feet apart.

As per the law, the folks waiting were masked up. My attendant came over to me a few times and though masked up, he was too close of my comfort. But that was still better than my last 5 minutes in the waiting room when a very dapper older gentleman sat down in the chair across from me without a MASK! He popped open his book and began to read. I thought well he scores points for being a reader but otherwise he is an asshat. I didn’t say anything. Instead I told myself whoa nelly, you have a mask on, he is 10 feet if not more from you, and not once have you heard him cough.

Once I was done, I could not get home fast enough. I came straight into the laundry room and tossed in my clothes, mask and jacket. I had my robe in there waiting so I could move straight to the shower. The hot water was sweet relief. And I own my crazy. Iknow full well that if I was going to get COVID from the dealership waiting room, I already have it. No amount of showering would change that. But I don’t … have it that is … or at least I don’t think I do. I’ll keep ya posted. wink wink

As always, more to come.

Funny Math – Calling All Math Whizzes Version ~ 12/21/20

Calling all you brainiacs. Which is better?

1- Match $1 for $1 up to 8 percent

or

2- Match $2 for $1 up to 4 percent

There is a formula in here somewhere but I am no math whiz. Some say that in both cases the match is 8% and the only difference is that the 2 for 1 gets you to the same place faster. Is that so?

I am stuck on putting in 4 percent instead of 8 percent which is 1/2 of what I once contributed but I guess if you do the math, there really is no difference. Still if that is the case, then why change anything? Inquiring minds want to know. There has to be a reason!!

All comments welcome and appreciated.

Everyone Needs “A Day You Were Born” Story 🎂

The following was written 8 years ago and posted to FB. I’m dusting it off again as a reminder of perseverance. Everyone needs a “day you were born” story. This year 2020 will go down as one to remember. Not seeing the forest for the trees, we’re knee deep in it. Minute by minute. Experience tells me we’ll look back on this day maybe not fondly but differently. This too shall pass. Always ♥️. Without further ado …

12/15/12 – FB On This Day

15 years ago today was a Monday. I went to work as usual; left to a late afternoon doctor’s appt only to be told, we are admitting you today!!! My mind was somewhere between panic and exhilaration. So much different than the first time around. Almost 10 years older but wiser (or so I thought). My parents were out of town at my Uncle Martin’s funeral. We were a week early; this was not part of the plan but looking back I realize that God’s plan worked exactly as intended for us on this day.

At 10:50 pm, Lulu Belle Dub made her entrance into the world and our lives were forever changed for the better. God gave us this sweet precious angel to take away the pain that was to follow five weeks later when we lost my mom.

Thank you facebook friends for my indulgence as I re-live this day with such bittersweet memories for me and my family. Make amends, pay it forward, and be grateful!! Tis the season!!! XOXOXO

#SLS ~ 12/13/20

Jim gives us Apple/Banana/Cherry/Olive/Orange/Strawberry as prompts. After a slow start, I came up with more songs than anticipated having a very hard time choosing. Decisions, decisions.

Finally I picked “Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)” sung by by Harry Belafonte. Writer(s): Attaway William A, Burgie Irving. There may be duplicates as this song is well known but I am going for it anyways. Plus I could not resist adding the Beetlejuice clip at the end. A movie that I did not understand at first and sort of even disliked before becoming a cult classic from which I can quote many lines. The mixing of music and film, oh the joy!!

Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Stack banana till de morning come
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

A beautiful bunch o’ ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan’ go home

WP is Being Fickle ~ 12/6/20

I still cannot like and comment on my iPhone and iPad as much as I used to. Somehow on certain sites, WP does not recognize me as being logged in. If I am lucky, I can type in my name, email and web address to add a comment. Then sometimes I get all the way to the end of the entries only to receive a message “sorry, your comment could not be posted”. My guess it that is for folks who moderate comments. Just my hunch.

Despite the occasional ability to comment, the like button is still generally a no-go about 1/2 the time. And I have no idea why I can like some posts and not others. I made a guess that WP would allow me to like and comment on people I follow but that is not the case either. WP is just plain fickle. Choosing for me.

I’ve tried all the tricks. Removing the app and re-adding it. Logging in manually instead of automatically. In minutes, the issues start in all over again by WP forgetting who I am and reverting back to more fickleness.

I am not often at my desktop which retains full functionality. Maybe I will plan a desktop catch-up day. Or something else that allows me to be an active participant in something I love so much. WP the forum that saved me when I needed it most. Dramatic as that sounds. I’m just joshing. Kinda, sorta, maybe. Hobbies are good things. Life savers. Or they can be.

Now to close with a plea. If you’re so inclined the Dub household could use your prayers. Just general prayers for health and mental well being. Peace. And we will return in kind.

My roots are showing and not the ones on the top of my head. Well okay, those are showing too. In pre-Covid times. I would’ve been to church daily. I would have lighted enough candles to start a blaze. I miss the smell of the well polished pews and waxed floors. And all the other memories of our shelter from the storm.

As always, more to come.

Life’s Messy ~ 12/4/20

Does anyone remember the commercial for Bissel? Life’s messy, clean it up. I’ve been thinking about this slogan quite a bit lately. My friend FJ used to say that was our friend L’s motto towards life.

Pony is about the same age as their kids and despite having not seen them in over a decade, we spent copious amount of time together during what would have been their formative years. Poor Lulu did not have a similar cohort and that makes me sad but that is a story for another day.

Whenever we got together for play dates, the kids wanted to be at L’s. She’d let them do just about anything. Why? Well because doing just about anything was fun. Five kids playing their hearts out created a mess. After all the shenanigans were all done, then you cleaned stuff up. But you didn’t stop playing because you might create a mess.

There is something philosophical in all this rambling I promise.

FJ and I were the opposite. I can’t claim to be a neat freak since I’m not but I do like things nice. If I spent an inordinate amount of time deep cleaning to get ready for a play date, I wanted the house to stay that way for a while. I’d come behind with a rag or broom. Never living in the moment. Trying my best to hold it all together. FJ was the same way to a point that she stopped cleaning completely. Why bother when things would get bad again anyway?

Out of all of us, who was the happiest? Why L of course. Let them make a mess, let them have fun, let go and live a little. When it’s all said and done put things back in their rightful place. This is akin to using the good towels. I spent way too much of my life saving things for a “special” day instead of making every day special even in the mundane. And the guilt is overwhelming some days.

Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve … the bane of my existence. You’d think I learned from my past therapy. And mostly I did but I still slip back now and again. Today is one of those “again” days. Where I can’t turn off my brain or stop blaming myself.

The controller in me wants to go behind with a rag and a broom. Ever at the ready to stop the catastrophe that is about to occur. Worrying about ‘what if’ instead of letting go. Whatever happens, happens. I mean I have cleaned up messes before right? Some pretty horrific ones too. I am telling myself I can do this as I watch, waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop.

As always, more to come.

Texas Has a Sense of Humor ~ 12/3/20

Well my vehicle registration came due 11/30/20. With the Rona restrictions, I wondered how I’d get everything done. I knew about the drive through contactless inspections at the oil change place but I assumed incorrectly, I’d still have to go in person to finish the transaction like I have done every year since I was 18.

Last week while on vacay, I got the inspection done. There are four bays at Take 5 Oil, one exclusive to inspections and on that day I drove right in. I politely refused the water while I wait cuz ya know Rona. Your lips to God’s ears but my lips won’t touch a water bottle that is not my own. There were six or so workers. All of them but one have masks on. And guess which one I got? C’mon guess. Yep, you’re right! The mo-fo without a mask.

Now mind you, I had my mask on and my sanitizer. I also distanced as best I could, really extending my hand as I gave him my insurance card. After the inspection was done, he took my debit card. I had to wait for him to ring me up and I watched him like a hawk as he scratched his face with the hand holding my card. Sacrebleu!! Bastards!!!

When he gave me back my insurance card and debit card with the proof of inspection, I dropped all of it into the pocket of the driver side car door. I touched the items with only my thumb and index finger. I proceeded to sanitize my hands and arms up to my elbows, then drove away.

I figured by the time I got home, the Rona had died. Plus I had no plans to lick my cards or the paper proof of inspection. I was grumbly as I walked in telling the kids that of course only one mo-fo without a mask and he waited on me.

Pony: Did you say anything?

Me: No!

Pony: If it upsets you then you should have told him “back off scarecrow”, I want someone wearing a mask.

The scarecrow reference is how I dealt early on with Tiff’s Treats. Lol! I’ll never live that down.

Anyway moving along. And eventually getting to a point. Kinda, sorta, maybe 😉

Kimbo told B that we could pay online. He just did. The inspection results were automatically communicated. Well alrighty then!

So just now, I went to Two Steps, One Sticker. Kick Up Your Heels for the New Texas Two Step. Sure enough, I was able to pay online. They will mail me my sticker in @ two days. I still might not get them by 11/30 but once the payment is all the way processed, I will have a virtual piece of paper via email for law enforcement. Yeah buddy. Now we’re cooking. With gas!

Finally to the sense of humor part. Or maybe just funny to me being so very easily amused. Dare I say lockdown giddy. As if the website naming Kick Up Your Heels for the New Texas Two Step wasn’t enough, they have a Dude, Where’s My Sticker? tracker. Get it? Dude, Where’s My Sticker?

And now, I am finally done. This silliness was brought to you by one J-Dub McGillicutty who was on vacay with too much time on her hands. Take that Tommy Shaw! 🙂

As always, more to come.

Every Song Takes on a Special Meaning

Since March, it’s been rough ’round these parts. Not diminishing what has happened to countless victims of Rona. But fortunately for us, we deal with that in the abstract. Sure by now we know of a friend of a friend, someone from work but we have not experienced Covid up close and personal.

Last night, my bestest friend on the planet lost her daddy after years of battling cancer. Since October 9, he had been in and out of the hospital. He managed to stay Covid free but he developed a staph infection. This past Tuesday he decided enough. No more poking and prodding. He was stopping all treatment. He wanted to go home for Thanksgiving.

When he took his last breath, he was surrounded by his loved ones. His wife of 56 years (it was their anniversary to boot, they had just renewed their vows, and he was given his last rites all on the same day), his two daughters and son-in-law. I’m told his passing was peaceful, he just went to sleep. Who could ask for better circumstance.

My friend’s daddy was like a second father to me. I spent lots of time at their house growing up. Some things I will always remember about him is that he had a hot rod car, he played the piano by ear, and he loved his oldies. Oh and I should mention he was the best friend and next door neighbor of B’s dad, our PoPo. Small world isn’t it? PoPo loves the oldies too.

As they decorated for Christmas, his music was playing in the background. Every once and a while he’d open his eyes and say “now that’s a good song”. Then he’d close his eyes again, listening. Imagining that quality time with him in his last hours makes me smile through the tears. QEPD/RIP. Heaven gained another angel.

As always, more to come.

Curbside Shenanigans ~ 11/22/20

“Yes we have no bananas, we have no bananas today 🎶🎶🎶”.

We actually wanted five single bananas but Lulu made the order for five bunches. 12.55 lbs later we have this …

At Walmart, you make the order for how many. At H.E.B you order by the bunches. There is a side note which says 5-7 bananas are usually in a bunch. You can also pick ripe, almost ready, and green. At least we asked for green 🤦‍♀️.

On a side note we got two extra bags. Stuff we don’t normally use – ricotta cheese, neufchatel cheese, velveeta cheese, and string cheese. Do you see a pattern here. LOL. There was also whipped cream but the kind in the spray can … very fancy for us. A quart of half and half. Two cans of Pillsbury crescents. Finally some bacon. Someone is gonna upset when they unload.

I called H.E.B main office only number I could find. I chaired danced around, staying on hold while listening to swing trumpets 🎺 muzak. I had hoped they’d charge me for the extra goodies. The clerk told me they are not allowed to charge me. They also cannot accept any items back. Instead he took a list of the items, called the actual store and warned them to be on the lookout for the person who was shorted. By my calling, it expedited the matter by immediately confirming the issue was legit. As luck would have it, we were all on the phone at the same time. Problem, solved except …

I worry for the girl who loaded our items. Was this her first mistake? Will they take the amount lost from her pay? Or maybe worse fire her? And I’m not sure why but I feel guilty!!!! Maybe because I have so much already and I am taking free food like the free government cheese which my mom did not want to take. Who knows? Off to google what to do with too many bananas.

As always, more to come.