People I hate.

With all due respect to my mother who feels that hate is too strong a word to be used with describing how you feel about a person or thing and much prefers the terms I don’t care for or I dislike to be used instead of the dreaded hate word I ,however, feel the word is entirely appropriate to describe how I feel. .

And I agree there are times that I don’t care for or I dislike are completely adequate to describe you feeling about a particular person or thing. For example, I don’t care for people who go through the 10 items or less check out with 20 or more items. I don’t care for people who wear way too much perfume or cologne to church, concerts, movies or any other place I may go so that it is all but impossible to breathe. I dislike people who talk through movies or spoil the ending for me. But I don’t hate these people that are reserved for the lowlife bottom dwelling scum puppies of the earth other wise known as hackers.

There are two kinds of hackers, those who hack to steal information from you so they can gain monetarily. These people are crooks and hopefully will be caught and prosecuted. Then there are those who hack because they can. It’s a game to them to see if they can get in your system and leave a nasty little virus behind, aren’t they clever. While I dislike the first type of hacker and hope they go to jail fro their crimes, I hate with the intensity of 1000 white hot suns the second groups of hackers.

Someone has for what ever sick and twisted need has introduced a virus to my computer and it is infected big time. Normally when you leave your computer idle for a certain amount of time it will hibernate. If this happens you simply wake it up by jiggling your mouse and resume what ever task you were working on before the interruption.

My computer hibernates at will and not just when it has been left alone, but any time it wants to. I can be in the middle of a sentence or in the middle of a game, the computer screen will go black and I get a no signal message. At this point you can’t wake it up no matter how much you jiggle the mouse or press the enter key. The only option is to turn off the computer and restart it.

In my opinion people who hack simply to mess with peoples computers and cause all sorts of havoc are no different then terrorists who hide behind a mask to claim responsibility for their horrible acts. If you are so proud of what you do why do you hide? If you think breaking into a computer program that infects other peoples computers and makes their lives more difficult then they need to be some how makes you a bigger person all I can say is you’re wrong, it only makes you a self centered, self absorbed jerk who spends way to much time playing with themselves. Leave my computer alone and do something useful with your life.

My burning heart.

My husband was such a sweet heart last night. I have a hiatal hernia and because of that I get frequent awful heart burn. That happened last night and I was out of Tums. Great guy that he is, he drove down to the nearby Walgreens and picked me up a bottle of maximum strength Tums. He saved my life. Well that and the prilosec, which when I take it on a regular basis, keeps the nasty heart burn away and today I feel fine.

It got me thinking however about all the little things that I take medication for in order to function at my best. I take prilosec for the hiatal hernia, singular for my asthma, and the bourbon for my mood. Just kidding about the last one. Then I started thinking about how my life would be if I had been bon in a time where there was no singular or prilosec, what would have been my quality of life and would I have lived as long as I have so far. The hernia probably would not have killed me but I would probably be miserable most if the time. My asthma on the other hand with the environmental condition s in the past may very well have been my undoing.

I then realized how glad I am to be alive now and not back in the 1800 hundreds or earlier. It is hard to imagine a world where so many of the little ailments we take for granted could be and were very often a death sentences. Ironically many of those things we no longer fear were killers only a few decades ago. I remember my mom telling me about the polio out breaks and that congregating in groups was prohibited.
When my son was about three years old he came down with scarlet fever. When I called my mom to let her know what he had she asked me if we had been quarantined as she had been when she had it. Back then that was standard procedure along with weeks of bed rest. I told no quarantine, just antibiotics. The doctor told me scarlet fever is just strep throat with a rash and not that big a deal, because we have the antibiotics. When my mom had scarlet fever was a big deal. It could damage your heart or even kill you.

It never ceases to amaze how we have come technologically even in my life time. In 1963 Jacqueline Kennedy gave birth to a baby boy, Patrick. He was born 5 and ½ weeks early and he weighted 4 pounds 10 ounces. Thirty two years latter I would give birth to my son five and ½ weeks early and weighing only 4 pounds three ounces. What a difference thirty two years make. The Kennedy’s son never had a chance and within two days had died. My son his now 13 years old and is thriving and loving life. The advances that have taken place since my son was born are also amazing. To think that we can now operate on a baby before it is born just boggles my mind.

Who knows what future advances may bring. All I know is that I am glad to be alive in a time where medicine does not rely on being bled of my ill humors. Although I have heard that it does work.

Back to square one.

I finally faced the music this morning and with a great deal of trepidation stepped on the scale. After all the cookies, fudge, eggnog and port wine cheese I had plenty to be fearful about. Fortunately the damage was not as sever as I had thought. True I gained weight but it was only the five pounds I had lost while pretending to diet. However as the average person gains between 7 and 10 pounds over the holidays it is good to know that I am not average. Now that I am back to where I started and its a brand new year, no more pretending. I start dieting for real on Monday, because everyone knows that the most successful diets start on Mondays

Six things about me!

RT tagged me with the direction to share 6 things about my self. The rules for participation are as follows.

1. Link to the person who tagged you. (Done)
2. Post the rules on your blog. (Done)
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (Done)
4. Tag six people with a link (sort of done)

It sounds like fun so here we go.

1. The summer I turned 15 I canoed the North Platte River with a group of students from my Jr, High School. One of the stops we made was to visit Buffalo Bill’s rest camp which is now a museum. We were even able to see a section of prairie where you could still see the tracks of the wagons that had passed through over 100 years before.

2. If I wake up after I fall asleep at night and I talk to someone I can’t go back to sleep. It makes it really hard when my daughter comes in with a nightmare because I have to talk to her and I know it will be a long time before I fall asleep again.

3. My nickname growing up was mouse because of my love of cheese. Every Christmas Santa would bring me cheese in my stocking. When I was little it was Velveeta and when I was older it was port wine. I still love cheese.

4. I have been to several Star Trek conventions and yes I even dressed up. They are actually lot of fun. I have the autographs of several of the classic trek and the next generation. My favorite autograph is James Doohan’s. That one is special because I also have a picture of me sitting in his lap. He was a very sweet man.

5. The summer Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the lost Ark came out I saw it with my friends every Friday afternoon for about 10 weeks straight and during that entire time and even now I have still never seen the scene where the guy gets hit with the plane propeller. I always close my eyes.

6. I have only had one hangover my entire life and that was about 20 years ago. I got sick on white Russians and I have not had one since that time. My favorite drink now is a whisky sour. They are very good.

People I would like to know 6 things about are.

Simple Gifts

Fuzzy’s Dad.

Near the Salt Lake City

And any one else who wants to join in.

The hardest thing.

The hardest thing a parent will ever have to do is bury their child. My heart goes out to John Travolta and his family during this very painful time in their lives.

To lose a child is heart wrenching but to have your grief spread out for the whole world to see makes it even more excruciating. Everyone grieves in their own way and it should be private. Unfortunately due to his stardom everything John does is news worthy, his triumph, his failures and so to his grief.

It is almost natural that we feel somewhat entitled to know how he’s feeling, how the family is holding up. After all, most of us have watched him grow up from a sweat hog to the leading man he is. We feel attached to him in a way that somehow we know him and are therefore entitled to share this with him as well. But the truth is we don’t know him; not the man, the husband, the father. All we know is the actor and the image he chose to present to us.

Mr. Travolta and his family deserve to be left alone to bury their son and to grieve for him in private.

Rest in peace Jett.