You Really Think I'm Going To Sit In That Thing?

Relaxing in the bath? I don't think so thanks. Not me, not now, not ever. I'll take a shower.

So, Hubby likes to sit in a bathtub full of water, bubbles and his own dirt. To each their own and all that kind of crap, but it ain't for me. Give me a long hot steamy shower, a loofah and some body wash that smells like coconut or raspberries and I'm in heaven. Not for me the standing water with a lot of bubbles. Not for me the "Calgon take me away" chit. No bath oil that smells like skunk musk at high noon. Nope, clean, clear hot water with chlorine, running down my nekkid bod and down the drain.

I dare you to take a look at your shower walls. All that tile, all that grout with mold and mildew growing on it. Fiberglass walls with pink gunk inhabiting the spaces where the parts meet. Bathrooms are damp moisture laden places, mold and mildew love damp moisture laden places. Ergo, bathrooms are breeding grounds for mold and mildew. What? You really expect me to sit in that? Hell no!

Stop to think about this, we scrub the tub, but do we really scrub the walls each time? We wipe the walls or use those useless against mold and mildew scrubbing bubbles. Even with those new shower spray cleaners there is still a build up of mold spores. Try not washing the walls of your shower for a month. I dare you. See what you will see, and mark my words, it ain't pretty. Pink and black slime grows there. Honest.

I never saw a shower until I was 8 years old. Baths were taken once a week and we washed all over daily. Sometimes twice a day. It wasn't until we moved into the house that Dad built, that showers could be had. I remember my first one, I hated getting water in my face. When given a choice between shower and bath on Saturday night, I'd choose bath. Now, I can't sit in a bathtub, I feel icky sitting in my own dirt. Can't convince me otherwise. My mind suggests that there's yucky stuff floating in there with me. Who cares that todays water is filtered and chlorinated? Who cares that daily showers clean much better than those "spit baths" that we used to take when I was a kid? There's icky, yucky stuff in my bath water, that's all there is to it.

Peaceful Pursuits

I added a new gadget, with some difficulty I might add. Most of the music gadgets I chose told me they were broken. There's always more than one way to skin a cat, LOL. I had to use the old way with the embed code using HTML/Java script feature. Amazingly I remembered how to make it autoplay as well. Sometimes I'm smarter than I think.

I called it a Jazz playlist although there's more than Jazz on it. Including some Marvin Gaye. So sue me why don't ya. I may change that, but maybe not. It depends. If you're reading this and it just says something like Cool Tunes or a very unimaginative title like Playlist then you know I did change it won't you? Actually this was the first Finetune playlist I ever did. Took me hours because I was so challenged. Now it takes me 10 minutes tops. Just in case you think I learn fast, it only took months.

I had stopped using it in Blogstream because it has so many songs on it. Too many for the use it was being put to. Project playlist worked for me for awhile, when I was really interested in the Saturday Blog Fever. You remember, back when it was fun? Now, one or two Youtubes does me fine.

I think I'm not going to be participating the way I used to. It's not fun anymore. there are too many bad feelings, and I admit we may have contributed to that, but we had help. Couldn't do it all on our own. Which is part of what's bothering me. We don't do anything that the others do and yet we are looked down upon. By pretty nearly everyone these days. Seems we can't win. Damned if we do and damned if we don't. The way of the world I guess.

All those people in BS that want to be on the first page of the most popular list have no idea what they're getting into. I've been on it for months and frankly all it has done is cause trouble. Once you get high enough on that list you become a target. I checked for the first time in a year and I'm up to number 19. That should be a pleasure and it isn't. It just makes a target for someone who is disgruntled and thinks they should be up there. They can have it.

All I wanted was a place to challenge my opinions and to keep myself mentally alert, a few people to comment with and a lot of reading. Now all I do is read and don't comment most of the time. I just don't seem to want to talk to anyone over there. I suppose that's fine by some, maybe most for all I know. Don't care to know either. It's no longer that important to me.

I actually have thought about quitting to do my blog there. I don't think I'll ever deactivate it, just walk away from it. I am in the process of writing a fiction story for my Ashes blog. Maybe I'll just write there and keep my opinions over here. Might be safer that way. At least nobody will bother me here. Now, I just have to go and change the title on my playlist feature. Yes, I'm going to do it now.

Invisible Walls

Last night I took a Blogthing personality test that said I was an Idealist. It described me as having compassion, too much compassion. Maybe that compassion is why I have to say something when I see someone being injured by another blogger. It hurts me to see the people I don't like hurting those I do and getting away with it. I have been told to "not take it seriously". It's the internet. It's full of fakes. I suppose that's true to some extent, but what about the people behind the screen that aren't fake? Do they have to become fake to get along? It saddens me when I think about that.

I've spent my entire life standing up for what I believe in, and trying to make changes that I think would be better for all of us. In real life, my family and friends are the most important thing to me, I want to see a better world for their sake. I don't wish to see them inherit a world where lies are rewarded. Where cheating gets you ahead, and that is what I see people doing when they're online. They create drama for their own reasons, maybe to draw attention to themselves. I don't really know because I don't know these people that I am typing to on a daily basis.

I find it frustrating to try and tell people that they too have to stand up for what they believe in all the time, and they refuse to listen. They call my posts "blast posts" or "come to Jesus posts" and tell me that I am helping to create the drama. Maybe they're right. Maybe by standing up for blog friends when someone chooses to slam them is creating drama. Maybe I should just ignore them and they won't have anyone to fight with. If they have no one to fight with then maybe they'll fade away.

I see too many fights started by bloggers speaking to each other in someone elses posts. I suppose if the blog author chooses to allow it then I guess it's their business. On the other hand I believe that it's disrespectful to the blog author. I believe that there should be a limit to what bloggers say to each other when they are in someone elses comment page. I've decided to apply that ethical behavior to myself only and let others decide how they want to behave, with no opinion from me.

I think we get into trouble when we put ourselves out there too far. What is a joke to one person apparently is a snide remark to another. Another thing I know is that some people get annoyed when comments left in their pages have nothing to do with the post at hand. I know Lucy was accused of that behavior and it had a lot to do with the way some people treated her. It gave people the idea that she was all about her and what SHE wanted. Many arguments got started because of the frustration of feeling they weren't being listened to or truly acknowledged and that's what I think is happening there now.

People blog for different reasons and sometimes it isn't all about the fun for them. Sometimes it is a bid for sympathy, or kindness from someone. Maybe they aren't getting any emotional support in real life. Sometimes it's all about putting one over on people and when that type gets called out, they come out fighting and can't let it go. We don't run into that many of that type, it's just that they fight the longest and loudest and don't know how to really let things go.

Blog friends aren't real friends all the time. Some of them are attached to you just waiting for an opportunity to show the world who you really are. Mistakes are things that aren't forgiven in some peoples blog world. It's only been recently that has been happening and largely because of one person's inability to truly let it go. I think that's all we can do in the blog world. Delete, block, ignore and let it go. It can only harm you if you invite it in. Sometimes we really do need to build walls, even when we're online. I can stand up for what I believe in behind my wall. I don't have to do anything except shut off my computer and ignore the troublemakers. Lifes too short to do otherwise.

Fine Art of Beer Pouring...Rube Goldberg Style

It's a darn good thing I don't like beer.



Sure takes long enough to get a glass around that house.

Smooth Jazz Saturday

Felt like a little Boney over here. This one has too much background noise in it, but I do love the tune.

There Ought To Be A Law

Since my boss doesn't know about this blog, she can't monitor me over here for HIPPA violations. I don't give out sufficient information about clients that they would be identifiable, but the boss would know who I'm talking about. She's vigilant when it comes to that and I can't blame her but sometimes situations exist that require a place for me to vent. I'm not a frog, I can't really eat what bugs me, but I can spill it out and hope that helps.


We have a private case, a woman with dementia and a family that is so far in to denial that they keep violating her safety. Her doctor wants 24 hour care for her, has flat said that she can't be left alone...in writing...but the family will only pay for 12 hours of care daily. She is then diapered, placed into bed, and left there for the remaining 12 hours every day.


She is so far into her dementia that she bites and claws at anyone trying to help her. One of the girls was bitten on the abdomen through a sweat shirt hard enough to draw blood. We are weekly having to call 911 to help pick her up because she's slid to the floor during the struggle to transfer her, and when we inform the family, they seem to think that there's something wrong with her legs and we should walk her more often. She doesn't remember HOW to walk part of the time.


One son went so far as to tell us that she can't pay for 24 hour care, or for two people to do a transfer because there wouldn't be enough money left for them to inherit. Then he took her to a bone specialist who did nothing but decide she was in pain and he put her on hydrocodone. Her brain doesn't function enough under normal circumstances let alone while being drugged.


The idiot son who lives in the area took her to New Jersey for Memorial weekend against the advice of her doctor. She was sick. She became sicker, and instead of taking her to an emergency room in New Jersey, he brought her back here that Sunday. Drove with her unresponsive for 5 hours. She was so out of it that they thought she was dying when they got her to the ER here. They couldn't get a vein to give her fluids without a resection. The reason for the drive? HE had a fishing date on Monday and he didn't want to miss it. There is no consideration at all for her safety. It's so shocking to me.


The latest thing is that the daughter is here and she decided Mom needed a trip to the beauty parlor. They arranged at first to have the aide go too for transfering her. Last night the idiot son calls me to tell me the aide won't be necessary because the salon will have someone help. They never told the salon that she doesn't use her legs at all. So when they got there they couldn't get her out of the car. Idiot calls the office demanding to know why no aide went with her, when told that he made the change with me last night, he denied it. My only saving grace is that he also said he spoke to the office nurse this morning and she said she'd go help with the transfer. NO! She didn't say any such thing. They will not accept that she's mentally incompetent and that it affects everything.


The plan now is to take her to New Jersey again for the Fourth of July. After today that may have changed, but I doubt it. Their total denial as to her condition makes both the client and the aides unsafe. She's placed in bed for 12 hours, nobody there to reposition her, and she can't roll over herself. Her skin is breaking down, she's a diabetic so this is really dangerous. THEY DON'T LISTEN or they just don't care. She belongs in a nursing home, but that would mean nothing left for them to inherit and apparently that's ALL they care about.

Move It, Or I'll Run Over It

So, today I had to go provide care for my client. When I arrive I always take a parking spot in her driveway that is farthest from her door. The driveway is wide enough for two cars, so, why is it that any one else coming there has to park directly behind me? She even asks them not to block me in and still, they park right behind me. The only exception is David, her Meals on Wheels delivery guy. He even comments that I park out of the way and it makes life so much easier for him. Pull up to the door, zip in zip out.

Today her daughter comes while I'm there, and shows no sign of thinking about moving her vehicle so I can back out. She's blathering away on the phone while I'm trying to get her attention to ask her if she'd be so kind as to move her vehicle. It took ten minutes of her holding up her hand for me to wait a minute before her Mom yelled at her to go move it so I could leave. She got told that she was raised better than this. Given what I've seen, I believe it, however, since out of Mom's house she seems to have acquired some less than desirable habits.

I could tell by the way my client was fuming that her daughter was going to be treated to an earful after I left. I had my purse and keys in hand, I'd say I wanted to leave, and she was just ignoring me. She tends to be a little self centered I guess. These days...who isn't? If you park so you're blocking someone else in, don't you pay attention to when they want to leave? How hard is that?

Maybe We Could Change This?

The sad thing is...Somewhere someone watched this video and asked themselves...Who gives a fat frogs ass. It wasn't me.

Sure, I Believe You...Honest

Life really is like a box of chocolates. You never really do know what you're going to get. Yesterday I couldn't get the post editor here to let me keep my paragraphs. That's just so frustrating.

Despite the problems I encounter here with image upload and paragraphs, I really like this place. I wouldn't want to give up my BS blog entirely because I do like the sense of community that you don't get here. Have you tried to read posts by using the Next Post feature? Might be nice if I could find more than one written in English out of the 30 or so I've looked at that way. I did find one that I left a comment on but people here don't answer comments. That could be a good thing.

Some bloggers want the social aspect of blogging. Staying in touch through comments. Making blog friends, meeting people, that kind of thing. Some people want to write and be left alone. I'm finding that I'm both kinds of people at different times. Never knew that about myself.

I no longer really wish to meet people. Especially after what I've seen happen. I have learned that too many bloggers aren't like their blogs. If it's the blog that draws you to them, why would you want to meet them and have your illusions destroyed? Of course, if someone were in my area and wanted to have lunch or something there's no harm in that, but not with a view to establishing life long friendship.

I had a blogger once tell me that she approached every blog as if the author was a crackpot. She says that way she won't feel duped if she finds out down the road that the person behind the blog was a raving lunatic. If you're interested in what she thinks of me, apparently I'm only mildly cracked and in a good way. Yepper, that's me, just a little cracked around the edges. I just wish that there was a good way to tell. There's too many "figments", to borrow Mousey's word and unfortunately for our sanity, they aren't from OUR imaginations. LOL, all this speculating from a person who thinks that dragons, gremlins, gnomes, 100 year old Fleas and tigers that talk and write blogs is perfectly normal. Is there a doctor in the house?

Lunch Time, How About Some Protein With That Salad?

Us frogs are all over the place, you just have to keep a sharp eye out. We blend so well with the color green. LOL. Although I have to wonder how he got in there, and is he still alive and is this even real? So many questions just from studying a picture. It bears out one of the quotes Whit has in his blog.

I don't remember the exact wording but it's about stopping to study even the smallest things and finding yourself wrapped up in them. That has been happening to me since Spring arrived at my new home. We enjoy sitting on our deck, weather permitting, and just watching the birds. I don't ever remember hearing birds singing all day and here they do. I also saw something I never thought I'd see.

We were on the deck having coffee Sunday morning and a crow flew past, rather low. Next thing I saw was another much smaller bird fly up and dive right into the crow. From the flash of orange, I believe it to have been a robin but didn't see it clearly enough to say for sure. The crow halted in midflight long enough to look and then rather than fight back, it picked up speed and flew off into the trees.

Since then I've seen this occur two more times. Of course it's too cool to be sitting outside right now but I have seen this event from my windows. The only thing I can think is that the crow has been molesting the robins nest. Possibly trying to knock out a baby so it can feast on it. It is twice the size of the defender and yet it flees from it. Life in the wild, terrible and at the same time fascinating.

I've even seen very different colored dragonflies here. I had to look it up online when I saw it. It's black with dark brown and white opaque spots on it's otherwise translucent wings. Hmm, lunch for a frog maybe?

Takes All Kinds To Make A Froggin World

I had a conversation last night with a blogger that I respect tremendously. He's a character is Sir Scratchalot, with a sense of humor and a vein of creativity unequalled by many other bloggers. He has adopted an attitude of not caring what other people are doing on their blogs, nor does he care who the new characters are. At first I was puzzled by his attitude, but after having time to think things through I have begun to see something.

When we're blogging, we're online and the internet is no place to be giving out too much personal information. In order to avoid that we have to create an identity, a character if you will. I truly enjoy those with a sense of humor, and even though I know the real person behind that character may be far different, it doesn't bother me. So, why does it bother me when the real person behind a character creates a dramatic tragic identity?

I've written the truth about me as much as possible and probably given out more information than I should have. This is MY way of doing things, and I need to stop expecting others to do the same. Is there any way to create a fictional character honestly? Probably not, and why should I object to the fiction they're writing about or the people that support them?

I read something and mentally point a finger and think to myself that I'm reading a pack of lies. That shouldn't matter. There's no regulation in blogging that says you can't create fiction, quite the opposite really. Blogging is an opinion based forum, it is the opinion of the character/author that I'm reading. If the character is a work of fiction than the opinion isn't worth a second notice by me. That's my choice.

From now on if I see trouble brewing, I'm moving on and leaving the trouble right where it is. I might come over here and blog it out, make fun of it, or do anything I find necessary to get out what I'm feeling so that I really can let go of it. The other thing I'm going to do is stop questioning the new blogs when they occur. Maybe they are nothing more than another ID of someone I don't like or have had problems with, and as long as that particular ID doesn't cause any grief...then I'm fine with it. It's ALL smoke and mirrors anyways.

I have my preferences, and those are the folks I plan on staying blogbuddies with. I don't need any more, but I can at least nod to the rest of the community in passing. There's no regulation that states I have to comment on every blog I read. Nor do I have to be buddies with every blogger I comment to.

Beertender, Draw Me A Bud

Anybody want a Bud?

I have to say that with the pop eyes and tongue hanging out these froggys look a bit lecherous. I'm surprised the pic is still in Photobucket, they tend to take these things out, so enjoy it while it shows...if it shows.

The Heat Is On, And It Ain't Sexy

Today is day 5 of the over 90 degree weather we're being treated to. We are supposed to get major storms this afternoon that will cool us back down to normal here. School is still in session here and the classrooms are too hot for the teachers and the students. I'm staying inside where it's cool and comfortable and I'm not moving as much as I should because the humidity is wrecking my knees. LOL, the price of getting old.

The television news programs are all giving tips on how to stay healthy during this heat spell. Mostly they're saying to stay out of the sun as much as possible. Do your exercising early in the morning. Stay hydrated and if you do have to be outside in the sun, wear a hat.





Froggin image editor won't let me upload my hat! I had to use the html feature instead of the image editor in the Create post feature. I'm getting frogged off over here.

She Stole My Prince

Hey! Bella! He's mine. Give him back dang it!

You find your own prince. LOL

New Look, Old Ideas

I like this template much better. When I started the blog I didn't really look at all the templates available, and took the first one that seemed different from the browns I was seeing in other blogs here. However, the more I thought about it the more I figured that frogs are green so I needed green rather than pink in my blog. I didn't like the lime green backgrounds in some of the other templates and then voila I found this one. So, it has a little lime green but not a lot of it and I'm likeing the dark seafoam I guess you'd call it.

I like the quiet here. Nobody bothering me. I can think and say what I dang well want to, and nobody can stop me. LOL.

I think I better find some frog graphics. LOL

The Great Fuzzinator Escape

Meet the Fuzzinator, that's his name. He's a Rumpy Cabbit Manx. Or maybe it's a Cabbit Rumpy Manx or it could be a Manx Rumpy Cabbit. Not being a Manx expert, I'm not sure. For the ininitiated, Manx is his breed, Rumpy is the length of his tail and Cabbit means his front legs are longer than his back legs. The reason he's of interest is because, he disappeared this morning.

He and another calico Manx female belong to my neighbor John and his girlfriend Dianne. It seems that Muffin was tormenting Fuzzinator and during the chase they hit a screen in a front window. Screen popped out. Muffin sat and cried for her staff, Fuzzinator took the opportunity to go exploring. His disappearance left John and Dianne quite concerned.

We took turns prowling the neighborhood calling for Fuzzinator which was a total waste of time. If you call a dog they might come, if you call a cat, leave a message and they'll get back to you. When they're ready to. Or if they're hungry.

He's not allowed to roam. Not exactly a house cat as he is allowed outside on his tiedown. He seems comfortable with that most of the time. It allows him as much freedom as any dog has and it keeps him out from under the wheels of any passing cars. It also keeps him from chasing skunks and porcupines which like Martha Stewart says is a good thing.

Alls well that ends well as Fuzzinator returned to the fold just about time to eat. He's been examined for wounds, fleas, and assorted other things that might find themselves attached to his fur and found to be clean. Somewhat annoyed by the unwanted attention, but none the worse for wear.

I posted this for the first time in June of 2008. It is being reposted (I hope) because Fuzzinator did it again. I'm not sure how he got out of the house this time, it being still cold and we are not yet leaving windows open for air. However, when I went to leave for work this morning, there sat Fuzz on my deck.

I wasn't sure it was him at first, but when I came out he spoke to me and started to walk down the steps. He would stop every so often to see if I was following him, and when I saw which direction he was intent on traveling to, I did. By then I knew it was him and he wanted to go home.

John had left for work, but Dianne was at home sleeping. It took quite a bit of pounding on things to wake her up. Fuzzinator sat quietly while I did all the work and as soon as she came to the door and opened it he bolted into the house as if the hounds of Hell were after him.

She was absolutely shocked, had no idea he was gone, nor when he left. The only thing we can figure is he got out when John went to work. John just left here a few minutes ago after coming here to thank me for seeing to it that Fuzz got home safely this morning. He believes that Fuzz escaped when he went back into the house for something he forgot and left the doors open. He was in a hurry and never saw Fuzz outside. He and Fuzz take walks every day. Apparently Fuzz thought it was walk time. This seems to be the only explanation for the escape since Fuzzinator may be a Manx of many talents, but he can't walk through walls.

Venting

Last night while watching TV news, I learned that a hospital in Syracuse has lost the body of a stillborn baby. They searched the hospital for it for 2 days before they decided to call the police. This offends me on so many levels.

We've become a society that no longer holds anyone responsible for their actions. We can see the evidence online. I'm anonymous so I can say anything to you I choose, start as much trouble as I want to and because I'm anonymous, you can't touch me. Nothing will happen to me because so many people will continue to support me that I will never feel the need to change my tactics.

I believe we really ought to be ashamed of ourselves. We've become so used to that attitude that we carry it into real life. We get mad at the boss and piss in the company coffee pot. Then we create videos of it and put it on TV. How sick do we become before someone says enough is enough?

We are all responsible for this behavior. This attitude that I don't have to do the very best I can do because no one will hold me accountable. So, now it has resulted in the loss, by a hospital morgue, of a still born body. That's sick, and we need to change our attitudes. Sooner or later they'll find out what happened to that poor deceased baby, and I don't want to think about what might have happened to it.

Pickin my nose instead of a fight. LOL, I figured out how to put a picture in my blog. Whoo hoo I'm a friggen genius.

Some Days I Could Spit

I'm not sure what I want to do with this blog. Probably going to be just a place I can vent what bugs me without interference from others in Blogstream. I planned on deactivating, but after Lovestawrite came to my blog with his nastiness, I decided not to give him or anyone else the satisfaction. My blog will be open, and any posts will be for fun. If I have something I need to air, it will be over here and people can read it or not.

Just because we;re anonymous doesn't give people the right to victimise others, and I see way too much of that in Blogstream.