Monthly Archives: March 2006

Don’t Do the Dew

Don’t Do the Dew

I had a nice wonderful Sunday afternoon nap after going grocery shopping. When I woke up, one of the first things I did was go and get a Diet Mountain Dew that I just bought. I opened it expecting to taste the usual refreshing taste. I hadn’t bought the stuff for about a month. I tasted it, and I thought that, as usual, my shopper had picked out the wrong pop. However, upon closer inspection of the can, it is actually Diet Mountain Dew. It tastes like, uh well I can’t use that kind of language. Just see the following website because it rocks.



Friday night we went with some friends up to Cheeseburger in Paradise. Man that place was good. Although I’m thinking I was broken since I was unable to finish an entire bacon cheeseburger.

We had a ton of fun hanging out with them and I hope we get together again sometime soon.


Saturday we just lazed around the house. Played some Phase 10 and watched some TV. It was a nice day to just chill. We’ve been uder a flood watch since Saturday morning and it was raining all day.


After church this morning we stopped at Wal-Mart for lunch and Subway before getting our shopping out of the way. Man, my severe dislike of shopping is another post entirely.

Now I’m just reading “The Cat Dancer” by P. T. Deuterman and watching the weather. NWS is calling for a slight risk of severe weather tonight. Tonight, as in after midnight. Could be a log one.

Bad Driver

Bad Driver

Hi! I’m back. I know I haven’t posted in a while, but I’ve been busy being a dutiful wife and taking care of Tiger. If you believe that one, you don’t know me that well. He’s the one that has to take care of me.

Lately, I’ve been going through some traumatic “driving experiences.” It has gotten to the point where last night I even admitted that I’m a bad driver. It started with minor incidents like me running over Tiger’s feet at least 10 times daily (he’s actually had to get steel toed boots). Then, there are the nicks and bruises on my fingers, hands, and arms. Well… those have always been there.

Anyway, several weeks ago, I planned to go to Wal-Mart on a Saturday. I wasn’t really looking forward to the whole experience. Tiger had a meeting, so he couldn’t go with me, so I had to face the crowd alone. When I go to Wal-Mart on Saturdays, I have to strain not to injure the children and other people that try to run over me. This particular Saturday happened to be COLD and freezing rain/ snow was coming down when I started my roll/walk to the bus stop. I didn’t realize the extent of the weather until I had rolled off of the ramp onto the driveway. At this point, I considered going back inside and calling off the trip or taking a cab, but I decided that I probably wouldn’t be able to get up the ramp again, and the weather really wasn’t that bad, so I continued on. I started down my street in the right direction. This path wasn’t new to me, but somehow, after the first intersection, I turned the wrong way or something. The sun wasn’t out, so I lost track of which direction I was going, and I actually know which way is east, west, north, and south. I didn’t’ really know where I had come from, so I decided to keep going. Soon I heard traffic, which probably meant I was very close to the bus stop, but first, of course, I had to cross the street. I waited and waited for an opportunity to cross the street, but that day there were just tons of cars. Apparently, for people who were inside their warm cars, the weather wasn’t that bad, and they were probably making their way to Wal-Mart. So as I was waiting, and freezing, I heard a rumbling motor noise on the other side of the street. Yeah, it was the bus and it kept driving past. At this point, my hands were stiff (because I hate to wear gloves), my coat was soaked, and there was no way I felt even remotely like shopping. The next challenge however was hmm… how do I get home. I was not really on the street that I should be. I knew one of the streets, but I didn’t know the other. At this point, I called Tiger because somehow, it was his fault. I didn’t know what I thought he could do. He was at a meeting, and he couldn’t get a signal. Even if I contacted him, how was I going to tell him my exact location, when I wasn’t exactly sure, but I just had to call, so I left a panicked voicemail. Then, I headed back. However, the street I was on turned, and I actually realized I didn’t want to turn because I could kind of tell what direction I was going. I went back to the corner. Oh, and by this time I was really praying. I had been before, but I thought I could do it by myself. After wandering around on the street and leaving numerous frantic voicemails for my husband, someone stopped and told me what one of the streets was, so I got started going home. I was going fast partly out of fear that I was freezing to death and partly out of frustration at Tiger, and I wasn’t really paying attention. Swoosh! My shoe was filled with water. I had run straight through a giant mud puddle, yet another indication of my driving abilities. Finally at long last, after what seemed like hours, I was going up the driveway. Now, all I had to do was get up the ramp. I thought how ironic it would be if I made it home and froze in my own driveway. I eventually got up the ramp and went inside. Fortunately for him, Tiger was not at home.

Severe Weather Awareness Week

Severe Weather Awareness Week

March 5-12 is Severe Weather Awareness Week in Indiana. As a part of this, we had the first of two drills this morning with another one to follow this evening.

We had 4 spotters check-in to our SKYWARN net. Pretty good for a weekday.

I found the radio I want. The EOC just got a new Kenwood TM-D700. Nice rig, great voice synthesizer. Love the fact that yo can monitor two channels simultaneously. I only with you could monitor while transmitting, but I don’t think any radio can do that.

It’s cold, wet, and rainy outside. I’m going to take a nap.

Peace out.


Also, people, go spend the $50 on a NOAA Weather Alert Radio.

“Why? My city has tornado sires. Why should I go spend my hard earned money on soe radio thingy.”

Ah, good point. Your community may have the latest in piercingly loud outdoor warning technology. The key word being OUTDOOR. No tornado siren in production is designed to alert persos who are inside of impending danger. I live very close to a siren, and I sleep right through it. A NOAA Weather Radio is about the only thing that’s going to wake me up for something like this. If you’re worried about it going off for surrounding counties, most of them come with  SAME technology which, once programmed, will only activate the receiver when an alert is sent for your county.

If you live in my county Emergency Management had a deal gong to get a discount on a nice radio. I own one myself and it’s perfect. Contact EMA or me for the details if you’re interested.

Things it Took 30 Years to Learn

Things it Took 30 Years to Learn

Being in complete agreement with Shanti’s plan to bring more humor into the Blogosphere I present a list of things it took someone 30 years to learn. To that person, Tthanks for learning so I don’t have to.

1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.

2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be “meetings.”

3. There is a very fine line between “hobby” and “mental illness.”

4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.

5. You should not confuse your career with your life.

6. Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.

7. Never lick a steak knife.

8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.

9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.

10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she is pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from
her at that moment.

11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.

12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we
ALL believe that we are above average drivers.

13. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)

14. Your friends love you anyway.

15. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. (Also, remember that a large group of professionals built the Titanic.)

Over and Out

Over and Out

The Tigress was making fun of dispatch tonight and ended by saying “Over and out.” This necessitated me asking if she knew that was completely pointless to say since in radio vernacular “Over” means, “I am done and listening for your reply,” and “Out” means “I am done and will not be listening for a reply.”

While this is a completely useless phrase on the radio, it does occur to me that in the husbandly vernacular it is completely useful. Hence forth “Over and out” shall mean, “Nag all you want, I’m going back to sleep.”