Hope Is On The Horizon

Exercise in a bottle?  Can it be true??  Read more about it here.

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

No I Do Not Want To See Your……….

Spammers! Spam email!  I HATE THEM!   No, I do not want to go to your web cam and see your naked pictures.  Do you want to see mine?  Trust me, you don’t!  Even though I take pretty good care of myself  I’m over 50 and things don’t hold up very well over a fifty year span of time.  In fact, things tend to not hold up well at all.  Damn that Newton’s Law of Gravity!!!! 

I have this urge to send a reply that says……”If you show me yours you have to look at mine”……but I’m afraid my email address will be spammed even more and I’ll have to move out of my comfy home in cyberspace, to new digs, which I’ve already had to do once. 

Before you ask…..YES, I have spam filters and have all the right words to catch them but then I have to go look in my trash to make sure I’m not deleting something from a legitimate email friend.  Take Jenny for instance, she sends me stuff all the time but sometimes I find a stray email of hers in my trash and I have to tell her to stop talking dirty to me so her emails won’t end up in the trash.   Jenny doesn’t talk dirty and she always has this blank look on her face (or so I imagine since I’m not actually seeing her when she’s reading my email) and saying to herself….”Huh?  Did she eat too many donuts today? ”   (Donuts are my crack)  Spam filters have their flaws and spammers know this and figure out new ways to get around them. 

I’m also puzzled as to why anyone wants to know if I want to add 8 inches to mine.  Mine what??  Mine legs?  Yes, I’d love to be 8 inches taller.  O.k. maybe not since I’d be 6′ 4″ and that would just be creepy at my age.  Maybe they meant add 8 inches to my arms?  Wow, that would REALLY be creepy and and the kids would tease me and call me knuckle dragger and I’d probably have my own reality show on the Discovery Channel.  Anyway, I’m confused as to why I’d possibly want 8 inches added to anything I’ve got.  I don’t even want 8 more inches of hair and in fact have just cut off at least 8 inches.  I’ve got hair issues already but that’s another gripe for another time. 

I got a new one today that read “Im in my bedroom getting wet from thinking about u” and the sender had a male name.  Uhh…o.k. so what did ya do, pour water over your head?  Cause I’m just not gettin it, buddy.  

Ahhh the wonder of the fabulous wonderful world wide web.  It frightens me to think what my mother-in-law, who is 92 years old and loves her email, has running through her mind when those kind of emails pop into the inbox.  I’m not going to ask though, believe me. 

Now ask me if I want to subtract 8 inches and you might peak my interest. 

I HATE SPAMMERS!!

)))peace(((    <kind of contrary to my last statement, I know>

No Surprise Here

The only surprise about this is that it took longer than I figured before it happened.  What did the creators of Extreme Makeover Home Edition  think would happen when they thrust these wasteful mini-mansions filled with climbing walls, jungle bedrooms, and tricked out garages into the laps of some of these people?  

While I appreciate their helping people in need, it was getting to the point it was entirely over the top and seemed more for the ratings rather than for the pure and simple act of helping out a family in need. 

Wake up ABC and smell the roses.  Give the people a hand up but don’t throw them over the edge in your greedy grab for higher ratings.