Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Please read to the end to understand this post
MALE VS. FEMALE AT THE ATM MACHINE
A new sign in the Bank Lobby reads:
Please note that this Bank is installing new Drive-through ATM machines enabling customers to withdraw cash without leaving their vehicles. Customers using this new facility are requested to use the procedures outlined below when accessing their account.
After months of careful research, Male & Female Procedures have been developed. Please follow the appropriate steps for your gender.
1. Drive up to the cash machine.
2. Put down your car window.
3. Insert card into machine and enter PIN.
4. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.
5. Retrieve card, cash and receipt.
6. Put window up.
7. Drive off.
1. Drive up to cash machine.
2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.
3. Set parking brake, put the window down.
4. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.
5. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back.
6. Attempt to insert card into machine.
7. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car.
8. Insert card.
9. Re-insert card the right way.
10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.
11. Enter PIN.
12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN.
13. Enter amount of cash required.
14. Retrieve cash and receipt.
15. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.
16. Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook.
17. Check makeup.
18. Drive forward 2 feet.
19. Reverse back to cash machine.
20. Retrieve card.
21. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, place card into the slot provided.
22. Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you.
23. Restart stalled engine and pull off.
24. Redial person on cell phone.
The reason i posted this other, than it's funny, is because I received this yesterday from a male friend who I swap male vs female e-mails.
Now I kid you not, this morning standing inside the bank I watched a man in a van pull up to the ATM and have to reverse then go forward twice, then dropped the card out of the window. He then had to open the door and squeeze through the tight space in order to retrieve it. Got back into van shut the door and tried again, apparently he didn't get the PIN right because after trying he then looked to be digging around on the dashboard for something, then entered the number again. He got his money and when he went to get his receipt it fell out of his hand and blew under the van. He squeezed out again and went around the van and i guess he got it. Now get this: Behind him was a man in a truck that was laughing.
I felt embarrassed for him, but i have to admit at the same time I was having to bite the inside of cheek to keep from cracking up. The ladies at the bank already think I'm nuts, laughing hysterically at something they can't see wouldn't help. I've told you, my one faithful reader I am, it's just soooo much fun. I know i should be ashamed but I've been there. It seems no matter how hard I try to be ready when I have to stop at the ATM but something goes wrong almost every single time.
Oh well that's my strange story for today. God Bless and Bye till next time.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Many of us will encounter "Peace Activists" who will try andconvince us that we must refrain from retaliating against the ones who terrorized us all on September 11, 2001.These activists may be alone or in a gathering.....most of of us don't know how to react to them. when you come upon one of these people or one of rallies, here are the proper rules ofetiquette:
1. Listen politely while this person explains their views. Strikeup a conversation if necessary and look very interested in their ideas. They will tell you how revenge is immoral, and that by attacking the people who did this to us, we will only bring on more violence. They will probably use many arguments, ranging from political to religious to humanitarian.
2. In the middle of their remarks, without any warning, punch them in the nose.
3. When the person gets up off of the ground, they will be very angry and they may try to hit you, so be careful.
4. Very quickly and calmly remind the person that violence only brings about more violence and remind them of their stand on this matter. Tell them if they are really committed to a nonviolent approach to undeserved attacks, they will turn the other cheek and negotiate a solution. Tell them they must lead by example if they really believe what they are saying.
5. Most of them will think for a moment and then agree that you are correct.
6. As soon as they do that, hit them again. Only this time hit them much harder. Square in the nose.
7. Repeat steps 2-5 until the desired results are obtained and the idiot realizes how stupid an argument he/she is making.
8. There is no difference in an individual attacking an unsuspecting victim or a group of terrorists attacking a nation ofpeople.
It is unacceptable and must be dealt with. Perhaps at a high cost. We owe our military a huge debt for what they are about to do for us and our children. We must support them and our leaders at times like these. We have no choice. We either strike back, VERY HARD, or we will keep getting hit in the nose.Take my post and post it where ever you can. If you have a blog, post it there GET THE WORD OUT! We must turn out in numbers against these idiots!
I snagged it from here: One Marine's View
hopefully that link will work I haven't quiet got the hang of it yet.
I felt particularly driven to put this out there due to last nights news. Arkansas lost another young man and he was buried yesterday. The freedom guard was there to greet his body from the plane the other day and I believe was at the funereal also. For this group to be there for respect is great, to have to be there to protect a grieving family and community, well that in my book is disgusting! Something has gone terribly wrong when a group of people can bust in at such a private time like a bunch of sicko-wacko's at a frat party!!!!
Yes you are right they do have the right of Freedom of Expression, but that RIGHT comes with a RESPONSIBILTY too.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Not at Bob, I feel that a first name relationship is appropriate now, but at the incompetence and arrogance of the Secretary of Veterans Affairs.
For example: When questioned why the discrepancies in numbers, and we're talking over one hundred thousand, between the number of wounded reported by the Dept of Defense and the numbers given by the Dept of Veteran Affairs Nicholson did a bureaucratic shuffle you wouldn't believe. He was definitely the typical politician. Instead of being adult enough to say, "We are in really deep s**t here and don't have a clue how to fix it" The man actually had the gall to say he felt the VA was doing a good job.
From the things I've been told by various vets a majority of the employees at VA Hospitals are doing the best they can with what they have and the constraints placed on them. All it takes though is one incompetent and/or uncaring doctor, nurse, pharmacist etc.... for results that range from inconvenient to devastating.
A book was recommended to me the other day titled, 'Waiting for an army to die'. My good friend said it would uncover a lot about the VA so I could understand things better. I intend to get it this weekend, I'll let you know about it and just maybe in the process of reading this, and more research into the inner workings of the system I'll find out something that can be done to jump start a change for the better or at the very least come up with some really great dreams of b#*ch slapping some bureaucratic folks around.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Think about this for a minute. Say it out loud. Put it into context of society today. Do we really need anymore division in this country?
Does anybody else believe we need to come together and work on becoming a powerful people that the world can look to in admiration, instead of just shaking collective heads in confusion & disgust.
As long as people remain SO politically correct and whine about every slight and/or perceived slight and hop on the ACLU driven lawsuit-train. As long as people hang on to the past as an excuse to complain as publicly and as loudly as possible. As long as people live in denial that sometimes life isn't fair and a lot of the times it's down right hard, and as long as people foster a thin skin within themselves acting like a three year old instead of an adult, we will never move forward to become a better and stronger people.
Though I don't like racism in any form, I have to admit that I struggle with racist thoughts & feelings at times, (I'm not proud of the fact, but there it is) admit it or not everybody does. It's human nature to feel 'my way is best'. To expect and demand everybody make exceptions or changes in every aspect of American traditions and rules to suit one group, despite what the majority agrees upon isn't human nature, it's self centeredness ( ;-) my made up word of the day), and it's wrong. I do realize that there are some exceptions.
America is supposed to be the "melting-pot", yet now it's more of a-aah, well darn i can't think of a word. OK how about this, instead of a stew we are now a buffet.
Nobody should lose nor have to forget and ignore their heritage, customs or language when they come to our country, on the other hand we shouldn't have to change our ways. To me that's what 'melting-pot' is all about. Melding cultures slowly, over time until we have new traditions that everybody wants and enjoys.
I'm proud of the Indian heritage I have, but wasting time and energy bitching and moaning that my family is owed reparations and land is ludicrous. The insults and brutality done to ancestors are history!!!! Think maybe some lessons were learned so these things never happen again? I do.
I truly think that the majority should not have to change because one minority or another demands it. Instead the minority could/should share their culture and the majority could/should open their hearts and minds to it. To bring out the best of each other. And each side could/should refuse to listen to, and cheer on, the rabble-rousing big mouths. The way things are done now isn't working so how about trying something different.
Ever heard this: The meaning of insanity is doing the same thing over and over the same way and expecting different results. I may not have it quoted right but you get the meaning.
Well how about we attempt some sanity for a change. We could all try to encourage GOOD strong leaders from both sides of the issue to bring about solutions and maybe even some peace to a world that's already filled with more then enough hate and trouble.
If your new to our country legally or working on becoming legal; Welcome. Come in, learn our ways and language and share yours.
If your a natural citizen, knock that block off your shoulder, start bettering yourself by yourself(i'm not so naive to think that it's easy, but it can be done) you'll feel a lot lighter and maybe find that your a happier person.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
About mid Jan. i had a long post started then had to quit for some reason or another. When I went back to read it. it was all sad.
Who needs that right now?
So i decided to do lighthearted, like my husband working on the truck at the shop. With the drivers side window down just enough for Shop Cat to get in. While climbing around he managed to roll the window up & lock the doors, then laying on the dash he would reach out and paw at different things, so lights were lighting and wipers were wiping.
My husband ended up having to take one of the welding rigs home to get his extra keys.
That is what i want to concentrate on right now. My oldest son taking a steady job and getting things together. My youngest getting a letter that let us know he received the scholarship to college. The beautiful untouched snow at 5:30 am, then around 6 seeing a hawk fly over in the misty sky.
even if it's just for a couple of days I've decided to let the joyful take over, the sadness can have it's time another day.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
They showed up at 11:15 Stu had a temp of 104. It was about 1:30 before we were all finished. Despite all the strangeness it was a great Christmas. It always is when we get to have all the kids at the same time.
Friday, December 01, 2006
i HATEHATEHATE. loathe. despise. gettin up early on a day off. shopping is about 5 steps above that on the hate scale.
anybody around the car probably thought i was nuts, i was banging my head on the steering wheel hollering 'I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! NEVER. NEVER AGAIN.
well live and learn. that's where greed gets ya.
Friday, November 17, 2006
They've changed blogger on me and i've lost my links. Too tired tonight will have to fix later.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
I don't know who wrote this, but it touched me. I know it's going all around the web, but I wanted to put it in my blog. Along with a hearfelt prayer and thank you to all who serve. YOU ARE REMEMERED HERE AND THOUGHT OF AND PRAYED FOR!!
GASP I said Christmas and Prayer. Together. In the same sentence. In a format that may viewed by the public. OMG i may turn little childern everywhere into Neo Christian robots. Causing them run around wildly attempting to be good people! Doing things like, not stealing, loving thy neighbor or... or... OH NOOOO respecting other people
Oh The Horror. Oh The Inhumanity!
I truly hope they come knocking at my door. I just might have a little something for them. ;-)
Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... An American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.
" Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."