Yesterday, when I tried to access my blog I received this error message. Something about your cookies have been disabled, lost or deleted. And I thought I had scarfed down all those chocolate chip cookies? Who comes up with these names? How do you relate a decadent chocolate chip, pecan, butter flavored, crispy calorie laden -to die for- piece of ecstasy to something inside your computer. It's a machine - it has never had the experience of a warm sugar filled soft piece of paradise melting lusciously inside the cheeks.
Was some geek chomping on a Ms. Fields delightful peanut butter blossom while soldering a capacitor to a mother board (repair 101) and he dropped a crumb inside the mass of components and said, " my cookies have been lost."
So the term 'lost your cookies' was created by this - 'I don't really have a life or friends so I bond with a computer' person. I have seen this type of person. Yes, they are smart in some ways. Re enabling cookies is their goal in life.
Me I would just rather keep an extra bag or two hidden in the glove compartment of my car. Chocolate chip is not the best choice to keep in the car during the summer months. Those can be stashed in the back right hand corner of the freezer directly under the broccoli. Trust me - no one will look there.
I wonder - computer wonder/thoughts - what actually did happen to my cookies? Is there an elf munchkin inside my computer making cookies like the Keebler Elves who make cookies in a tree on T.V.? That is how cookies are made for real life consumption - inside a tree by cute little elves. So perhaps computer cookies are made by little geek elves inside my tower that sits quietly next to my foot. Actually sitting right there next to my foot is not the best place to be since occasionally my bare foot hits the ON button and OFF she goes. Maybe it's payback for all that foot abuse it has to put up with so the little geek elves inside my computer eat my cookies.
I'm hungry............I need to go check the freezer.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
How to kill a cat
Martha is a 6 year old (plump) tortie and I love her dearly. Or I did till last night. She has her own 'doggie door' in the garage. Does she choose to use it? No! She prefers to scratch at the screen to the sliding glass door in my bedroom. At hourly intervals. First she wants out - then she wants back in. I'm sleep deprived.
I spent $100.00 bucks for the dumb dog door - use it. Is it insulting because it's a dog door and not the more expensive kitty door? Get over it. Get out. Use the darn door and let me sleep through the night.
I tried ignoring her whines and caterwauling but it's the scratching at the screen that is unacceptable. I could close the sliding door but then I would not have my gentle ocean breeze to soothe me. One time I shut the lanai door and the fool climbed on top of the lanai right by my bedroom door and began her pathetic whine. Replacing a screen in a patio door is not a difficult job but replacing the screening on the lanai roof requires an expert.
So now I'm awake and old puss tired from her midnight rompings is fast asleep on the couch. I could put a throw pillow over her face and deny her oxygen. I could terrorize her with the fake stuff mouse or refuse to put fresh food in her bowl.
Tonight for wanting sleep I may sleep in the guest bedroom - that will fix her. And that is an alternative to killing her. Why does she insist on me catering to all her needs? She isn't even a lap cat and doesn't like to be petted. It's all about her! I just need some sleep. I wonder if Excedrim PM works on cats?
I spent $100.00 bucks for the dumb dog door - use it. Is it insulting because it's a dog door and not the more expensive kitty door? Get over it. Get out. Use the darn door and let me sleep through the night.
I tried ignoring her whines and caterwauling but it's the scratching at the screen that is unacceptable. I could close the sliding door but then I would not have my gentle ocean breeze to soothe me. One time I shut the lanai door and the fool climbed on top of the lanai right by my bedroom door and began her pathetic whine. Replacing a screen in a patio door is not a difficult job but replacing the screening on the lanai roof requires an expert.
So now I'm awake and old puss tired from her midnight rompings is fast asleep on the couch. I could put a throw pillow over her face and deny her oxygen. I could terrorize her with the fake stuff mouse or refuse to put fresh food in her bowl.
Tonight for wanting sleep I may sleep in the guest bedroom - that will fix her. And that is an alternative to killing her. Why does she insist on me catering to all her needs? She isn't even a lap cat and doesn't like to be petted. It's all about her! I just need some sleep. I wonder if Excedrim PM works on cats?
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Dry Camping
I love to travel and explore my world and engage in new experiences. There are a few problems with this scenario - such as - never enough money to splurge with and that thing called going to work everyday. Working for a living really puts a crimp on my lifestyle. So I depend on friends and relatives helping me make my dreams come true: seeing the world.
This past December - for example - we visited fantastic/decadent Key West. My brother is spending the winter there. Dry camping in a motor home. Let me define - dry camping - for those that have no clue. The bathhouse is a 1/2 mile walk down a bumpy and dark (no lights at night) road. Approximately 300 or more people dry camp here. There are 4 toilets and three showers. Do the MATH.
We are surrounded by water - salt water. Potable water - there is also something called non-potable water and it is beyond the bathroom facilities down that bumpy dark (no lights at night) road. The non-potable water sign scares me. It makes me feel like the water has the plague and it is used for your holding tank in the RV. You know WHAT goes in the holding tank. So the water and bath facilities were a minor issue.
Dry camping also means - no electric. Translated that means the fans or the air conditioner does not work. Do you have any idea how small some windows are in campers? Picture this - two small windows in an RV in Key West topping 90+ degrees. The wind - gone South for the winter. Stifling is not a strong enough word. The slop pot - pungent.
My brother was kind enough to let us sleep on the pull out couch. That metal bar that is used to support the bed and mattress has been forever imprinted on my backside. Oh and those very small windows - screen less. The combination of tropics, heat and screen less windows means ONE thing. Mosquito's! FYI - there is a huge mound of sand right by the men's bathroom door. Don't stand there. Florida is a proud producer of fire ants.
In the end the price was right for me and I have many memorable memories and scars to remind me of paradise.
This past December - for example - we visited fantastic/decadent Key West. My brother is spending the winter there. Dry camping in a motor home. Let me define - dry camping - for those that have no clue. The bathhouse is a 1/2 mile walk down a bumpy and dark (no lights at night) road. Approximately 300 or more people dry camp here. There are 4 toilets and three showers. Do the MATH.
We are surrounded by water - salt water. Potable water - there is also something called non-potable water and it is beyond the bathroom facilities down that bumpy dark (no lights at night) road. The non-potable water sign scares me. It makes me feel like the water has the plague and it is used for your holding tank in the RV. You know WHAT goes in the holding tank. So the water and bath facilities were a minor issue.
Dry camping also means - no electric. Translated that means the fans or the air conditioner does not work. Do you have any idea how small some windows are in campers? Picture this - two small windows in an RV in Key West topping 90+ degrees. The wind - gone South for the winter. Stifling is not a strong enough word. The slop pot - pungent.
My brother was kind enough to let us sleep on the pull out couch. That metal bar that is used to support the bed and mattress has been forever imprinted on my backside. Oh and those very small windows - screen less. The combination of tropics, heat and screen less windows means ONE thing. Mosquito's! FYI - there is a huge mound of sand right by the men's bathroom door. Don't stand there. Florida is a proud producer of fire ants.
In the end the price was right for me and I have many memorable memories and scars to remind me of paradise.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Pondering
Why do dogs smell like dogs? I mean they really stink at times. My dog is a semi-house dog and the house stinks like a dog. He doesn't roll in yucky stuff outside. I wash his dog rug every week and it still smells like a dog. He gets a monthly bath but within a day or two he stinks.
What makes him stink? Does he need doggy deodorant? Has anyone ever done a study on 'Why dogs stink?'
After I pet him I smell like a dog. Does this odor stay with me throughout the day? Do people I meet think I stink like a dog? I could write a rhyming book and call it 'Stink dog Stink.' It could be a second edition to 'Go dog Go.'
I found this great website. I am hoping it helps me with stinky dog.
The website suggest buying liquid Chlorophyll. Why can't I cut my grass boil it up and wash the dog with it? Or make him eat it.
Does your dog stink?
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Olga's Bra
I think this is Olga's traveling bra. I saw this high in a palm tree on Duval Street in Key West.
http://olgathetravelingbra.blogspot.com
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