Kick Me

How many times to you have to let someone walk all over you before you’ve had enough?  Does it matter if they’re family?  What if you’ve apologized and they wouldn’t acknowledge the apology?  Does it still count?  How do you politely tell other family members to butt the hell because out it’s your life? 

Great, I’ve pissed off the TV gods…

I sat down to watch Grey’s Anatomy tonight.  Well, the 6 minutes I saw here good.  Very good.  Until the freaking ABC affiliate decided to die.  AUGH!  Why does this never happen with reruns?  Crap.  You know those seven words you can’t say on television.  Yeah.  I’m thinking all of them right now. 

Have I mentioned lately that I hate my freaking job?

In case I haven’t, medical transcription sucks.  I’m sitting here pounding my already arthritic fingers to the bone with trying to listen to these people who makes a hell of a lot more money than me and can’t think for a hill of beans.   Every single report I’ve typed today (9 so far) has been coded in as the wrong type of report, so the wrong template will come up if I don’t change it.  A couple of times they don’t even tell me what it is they’re dictating, I have to figure out what it is by what they’re saying.  Now I’ve got a dictation over 10 minutes long by an Asian doctor (so she has an accent), dictating on her cell phone (so there’s static and it keeps fading in and out) and there’s (probably) a kid banging away doing piano practice in the background.   Did I mention I only make about 9-1/2 cents a line for this?  Most days I only do a maximum of 1000 lines – good days, with good dictators.  Do the math.  I’m not going to get rich doing this.  Or get new living room drapes either.  lol  (I have to laugh or I’ll cry.)  Back to work…

Here’s the new floor…

Friday Nights at the Drive In

Don’t come here looking for any racy stuff.  I usually went to the drive-in with my parents or friends in my later years.  Mom and Dad used to take Missy and I to the drive in occasionally – I suppose whenever dad had the night off.  I can remember the big playground areas where they had swings and slides, and all sorts of good stuff.  Mom would walk us up there and then leave us to play – as did every other mom in the place.  You sure couldn’t do that today!  It was fun back then, but it seemed I always, without fail, ended up with an earache and we had to go home early.  I don’t know why we went home, the earache didn’t go away.  I think we could have just taken sweet oil (the stuff mom used to put in my ears) and a cotton ball with us and then stayed for the movie! 

Most of my memories of drive ins were spent with Dorothy – she had a car, I didn’t have one until I got married.  I remember when Elvis died and a local drive in showed dusk to dawn Elvis movies.  I wasn’t much of an Elvis fan, so I took a sleeping bag and slept on the hood of the car.  That is, after we ate our share of peach Jell-o.  We used to eat it right out of the box, kind of like a pixie stix.   It was good!  We went one time to see “The Wrestler” – I can’t remember who went with us that time.  It was hysterical.  We had a great time. 

I got the biggest scare of my life at a drive in.  My roommate at the time, Gene, and I had gone to the Sky View on 72nd Street north of Ames to see the original…. Oh crap, the name escapes me right now.  It was a Stephen King movie…. Oh yeah, the Shining, with Jack Nicholson.   The lot was full so they decided to replay it at 3 a.m.   We got there about 2, and they let us in, we were just catching the last part of  “The Town that Dreaded Sundown”.  I was sitting in the car, petrified (I really don’t like horror movies – I love the books, but I can close a book anytime!).  I was hardly breathing I was so scared, when all of a sudden I heard this crunch of gravel and footsteps next to my car door.  I screamed so loud!  The guy who was walking by with his popcorn screamed just as loud as me, and popcorn went flying!  It was hysterical!  We both laughed until we cried – mostly from relief I think.  He was as scared by the movie as I was.  I didn’t get that scared again until my house got broken into and I was locked in my bedroom watching the doorknob turn…

Drive ins were starting to die about by the time Steve and I started dating.  I think the only one left by then were the Q-Twin drive ins on 120th and Q Street.  We did go to a movie one night – A Stephen King movie if I remember right.  I got the worst stomach ache of my life and we had to come home.  That was the end of that.  Never saw another drive in movie.  Too bad, because it was so much fun to sit out on a warm summer night and just kick back in a lawn chair, car hood, or pickup bed, and enjoy the movie in the great outdoors.  I kinda miss them. 

Drunken babies

The Minneapolis tribute had this story tonight about a 3-year-old girl with a blood alcohol level of 0.12.  What the hell?  Sounds like my mom.  As we all know she’s not going to make mother of the year at this point, so I can probably tell about the time I got drunk when I was about the same age.  Miss hadn’t been born yet, so I know I wasn’t 4 yet.  We had gone to a Christmas party at my Grandpa Vosseler’s house and apparently I wandered around taking drinks of everyone’s beverage of choice.  It probably was really funny to see a 3 year old wander around tipsy, I vaguely remember the party, and I sure do remember the morning after the party!  Seriously, do you ever forget your first hangover?   I can remember being upstairs in my bedroom and waking up with an awful headache and my mom watching TV downstairs.  The TV was so LOUD!  It even kind of sounds funny to me now, but obviously it could have had a different ending.  Apparently no one was watching me, either that or I was the entertainment for the evening.  Ho ho ho.

I am an antique

I was at the library yesterday doing some genealogy work for RAGOK which involved looking in old newspapers.  Not ancient newspapers, as a matter of fact, I think the oldest one was from 1977, but old enough.  I realized how much Omaha has changed in just 30 years.  For one thing, ground beef was only 65 cents a pound.  Which makes me wonder how my roommate and I were so broke one week we ate nothing but potatoes because that’s all we could afford.  Man, that was POOR!  We really weren’t that broke all the time, but a trip to Minneapolis had exhausted all our funds until payday the following Friday.  Those were the days….

A long and winding post

You know, I’ve written this damn thing about 10 times and keep deleting things.  To heck with it.  Maybe it won’t be so long and winding. 

The floor is done and looks great.  The dogs are all doing fine.  Summer is over too fast.  The RS broadcast wasn’t anything outstanding, but the cheesecake was.  I enjoyed getting out of the house for a while and actually have an opportunity to talk to someone.  Thanks R!  

I’m considering the counselor thing, but wonder if it would be worth the money.  I probably won’t do it.  I’m thinking of quitting the MK business.  I’m just so freaking sick of the whole thing.  I applied for a new MT job at a hospital this time, I hope I hear something soon. 

That’s it.  Finis.

my television addiction

Wow, tonight was a great night for television, I didn’t know what to watch first!  Two new Law & Order shows (CI and SVU) – not too thrilled about CI though, I don’t think it was a Vincent D’Onofrio (?).  Those are my favorites.  I recorded them to watch tomorrow.  Then, I watched the Croc Hunter’s memorial service.  You know, beneath this harsh exterior beats a soft heart.  It was pretty touching.  Especially when they showed a film of him talking about how his mother’s death affected him.  And when his daughter spoke.  “I love my daddy”.  I cried like a baby.  It also makes me sad to realize that his son won’t remember him.  I hadn’t watched his show for awhile because I just haven’t had time, but watching the clips and stuff tonight, I remembered why I used to love watching.  The stuff he used to do!  And to die the way he did, just ridiculous the unexpectedness of it all… Crazy.  I feel so sorry for his wife, Terri.  I’ve always liked her.  Okay, enough mush. 

VH1 had a SNL show on tonight that I missed entirely – 100 greatest moments of SNL.  Steve and I were trying to explain to Meg the other night how GREAT SN used to be- Rosana Rosanadana (or however the heck you spelled it), “Jane you ignorant slut”, the land shark, candygram, coneheads, Steve Martin and all his stuff, Samurai warrior… Man it used to be good.  The “starts” that hosted were just fluff, the real show was with the Night Ready for Prime Time Players.  I know it’ll be rerun about a thousand times, I’ll have to be sure and watch it sometime. 

And Thursday —- Ooooooooo Thursday.  A new season of Gray’s anatomy!  Woo hoo!  I’ve been trying to patiently wait, but the patience was running thin, let me tell you!  There’s a new blog up over on the GA webside at ABC.  Shonda was giving some helpful hints – I may have to go back and watch the very first episode to see what she means.  This is going to be so great!  I’ve missed George all summer. 

Okay, I have a lot more to say, but the Ambien has definteily taken hold of my brain and I’m not sure I can finish a coherent, well-spelled sentence.  Night all…

Oh yeah…

The reason we were moving the piano?  I’m getting a new wood floor in my living room.  Praise the Lord!  Finally!  The carpet in the living room was 25 years old!  And with 4 dogs I’m not even going into what the place smelled like.  The irritating thing was I could never actually catch a dog in the act, I only found the evidence later.  We shampooed what little life was left in the carpet out and finally even DH had enough and the carpet is GONE!  I can’t even express in words how thankful I am to see the end of that awful pinksh carpet in my red living room.  Isn’t that a visual and a half?  Ewwww….  I’m doing my happy dance, be grateful you can’t see that either…