BACON

I just have a couple of minutes. Hubby's having surgery on his ears again this morning.

I just check "Ol Hosses" blog. Isn't it terrible that I have gotten so old? He talks about frying bacon in the nude. Instead of sexy scenes running through my mind, I am salivating for bacon.

Bacon is my favorite food in the world. When I make sausage gravy, I have to have a little bacon fat in there also just to give it the perfect taste. With some fried potatoes on the side, this is truly a meal fit for a kind.

My grandparents ate bacon, homemade bread, homemade butter, meat and lots of vegetables. Neither of them were diabetic and lived into their eighties pretty much doing and eating what they wanted. As my daughter has been investigating lately, there are now so many chemicals in the food we eat, we are poisoning ourselves and our children.

When I went to grammar school, we had maybe four kids in the whole school who were overweight. I don't think it was so much what we ate as the fact that there were no video games, black and white tv only had a few shows and mothers automatically threw their kids out the door to play so they could have peace and quiet. In the summer, we packed a lunch and stayed gone all day. In the winter, we came in long enough to warm up and get dry mittens. Being overweight was not a problem. Two of the kids who were overweight were orphans being brought up by their grandparents. I'm sure their lives were more sheltered and a little more sendentary.

Anyway, I'm off.

MISCELLANEOUS BULL-----

Well, I'm taking just a few minutes. I took home work Thursday night and worked on it Friday, Saturday and Sunday so I'm due. My desk is pretty clean and Board Meeting is an hour away (not time enough to drag out a bunch of stuff).

We have no telephone at home right now. It was out Sunday morning and Pac Bell can't get there until April 5th. My husband set it up. I called yesterday to tell them I am partially handicapped and need to be able to work from home sometimes. I was on hold for 45 minutes (speakerphone with Frank Sinatra and Edie Gormet-Oh goody!). Then the guy comes on, listens to my handicap speiel and tells me I need the service department. Back on speakerphone I go for another fifteen minutes. A woman finally comes on and then she cuts me off. I think they do this on purpose. So, I finally just went on line like they prefer you do. I could see my service call in there but there's no place to put in a comment. I guess we'll just wait. When my husband called originally, they offered to forward all calls to my cell phone. If I'd been the one talking to them, I would have said that's great if you want to pay my cell phone bill! Bah and humbug!

My daughter was blogging about her first car today. This remebrance was brought on by the fact that my granddaughter will soon be driving. She has already offered to drive me to Las Vegas. I think I will let her drive a couple of years first. She sure is a doll, though. Even though she's a teenager, she still doesn't mind spending time with her old Grandma and I love spending time with her.

It's been a couple of years since I got to have her for a night or a weekend. I really miss that so much. One time about four years ago, we pulled a mattress onto the livingroom floor. I had to work the next morning and she wanted to watch Lord of the Rings (she had seen it before). Her out-of-control sobbing woke me up later. Oh Lord, I was frightened. She was sobbing so hard, it took a few minutes for me to understand the words "He died, he died". I said "Honey, who died?". Imagine my pleasure when I finally found out it was someone in the movie. I know I was less than gracious when I told her "It's only a movie, shut the hell up"! I'm usually a good Grandma and I really feel bad about that.

Well, my time is up. Goodbye all!

SURPRISE

I tried to view my daughter's blog this morning but it says that I am not authorized. That's probably the story of our lives.

I remember having a discussion with my former boss. He was upset because a woman sports reporter was allowed in the locker room after a game. Women shouldn't be there in his opinion. I told him that he was right. No reporters should be in the locker room. All interviews should be held after so that the woman had an equal opportunity to do her job. His lips got really purple and started trembling so I let it drop.

I hope within the next fifty years, women will really have the same opportunities as men with equal pay. I don't believe it will happen in my life time. I don't mean to sound like a libber, I'm just a working person who is in my fortieth year of working.

My Boss was a really nice and good man. He's just a product of the times when women had the opportunity to stay home and shine as wifes and mothers. That is not the case in most households now. Us women have to go through life missing opportunities with our children that the previous generation took for granted. I didn't miss the most important things but I sure missed a lot of little things. I had no choice. I had to work.

I am thrilled that one of my daughters has an opportunity to stay home with her children. She is an excellent and loving mother and I hope that she will never have the regrets (and unreasonable guilt) that I have.

Now for a little cheer. I knocked their socks off in Vegas and came home with more money than I left with. I have also made great progress with my leg. In the mornings, before I tire, I can walk without a limp. I have no idea if I'll get back any more flexion but it looks like I won't be doing my Herman Munster imitation for the rest of my life.

I need to get back up to see our kids up north soon. My Mom sent Devil Dogs to my house for them. Of course, with today's chemicals, they probably have a two year shelf life. I also need to see them all. I can hear the little one talking when I am on the phone. Alas, I am missing important times with my grandchildren!

Well, I've spent enough time being crabby. See ya!

FUN AND GAMES

Well, here I sit waiting for the computer at work.

I've made my pack list for Vegas next week. It doesn't take much. We can never round the whole bunch up to do anything where we have to dress nicely.

I ordered a couple of Audio Books for the car. One of them has five books of John McDonald on them. I love his writing (he passed away about ten years ago.). I decided to buy these because my husband enjoyed listening them so much on the trip last time. He hates to read so who would have thought he would like the tapes so much.

Last time the tape was a little embarrassing. It was a detective story, but unfortunately, there was also a lot of soupy, sappy romantic crap in it. You know the kind: His very kiss caused her to have a fire in the lowest part of her belly kind of crap. I think romance writers live in a world of their own. Do they really believe what they write? Maybe Danielle Steele does because she's been married something like 8 times. I guess when the romance turns to real life and real love, it's not to her taste.

The other thing that bothers me about her writing is the horrible things that her characters have to live through. Ms. Steele is an excellent writer and her books are very well researched, but to me, life is depressing enough. I like to read stuff that doesn't make me sad.

One of these days, I'd like to write a book. I've started before, the plot is in my head. I didn't realize, however, how tedious it would be to do. Oh, well!

The computer is free. Talk to everyone later.

HELLO

I've been trying to get to work early each day to have a little time to get more done. It doesn't seem to be working. I, therefore, am going to take a minute to blog.

Next weekend we go to the Nascar races in Vegas. I would be more excited but I have no "He Money" right now. The cruise was poor timing but my Hubby had his heart set on it. ("He Money is money He doesn't know about.)

I need to be like OL HOSS and figure out some way to make my pile. The lottery isn't working!
Isn't that a big surprise?

I wonder if anyone has a sure fire way to make money? I have thought of three things I could do: write a book, design and sew clothes and/or divorce my Hubby and find some rich, old, repulsive dude and convince him to marry me. Why he would, I don't know.

Well, my five minutes is up.