Total Recall

I’m not talking about the movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger, or it’s remake. I have no clue who is in the remake because I personally boycott films that are modern do-overs of perfectly fine original films. One day I will be ranting about that, but today I am here to rant about something else.

I received an overnight USPS envelope in the mail yesterday. There  TestStripswere two letters in it. One from OmniPod, my insulin pump maker, and the other from Abbott, the company that makes the “FreeStyle” glucose test strips that are for the FreeStyle BG meter, AND for use with the OmniPod insulin pump system.

There is something drastically wrong with the latest batch of test strips and the OmniPod system- they are giving false readings.  Which is incredibly bad when you use your blood glucose levels to figure out how much insulin you need. I haven’t even been on the Pods for a week. Arrrrrrrrgh!

I have to call a toll-free number to get replacement strips (at no charge) sent to me. Apparently there are a massive number of diabetics these days. I waited on hold for 45-minutes yesterday, then needed to eat lunch. I was sick of their crappy on-hold music, so I hung up and decided to try it last night and see if I have better luck.

#$*&#%&@!!  <– that, BTW, means “No.”   Tonight I’ll put my headset on and knit or sew while I’m waiting. Or, I’ll watch the Olympics we have recorded. Even better, I’ll sit in my recliner, in front of the vaporizer, reeking of menthol, and take a nap; leaving it all to be dealt with tomorrow.

RRDanna  This week reminds me of Roseanne Roseanna Danna

– “It’s always something…”

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Yep, that about sums it up.

What Love Means…

LoveStory  Remember that obnoxious line from the movie “Love Story”?
Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”

Seriously??  How lame is that?  People actually thought that movie was so romantic and heart wrenching.  Ali MacGraw was a Total Bitch from the first scene on. I could not believe that Ryan O’Neal took her crap. Frankly, I was happy she died at the end. There. I said it out loud. Some things just need to be said. And “I’m Sorry” is one of them!

Love means wanting to say you’re sorry. You say “Oh, sorry!” to the stranger you bumped into at Starbucks this morning. Why wouldn’t you apologize to the person you love when you did (or didn’t do) something and disappointed them?

Speaking of which, I apologize for my tirade. As far as “Love Story” goes – I don’t think any less of you if you enjoyed that movie.  My girlfriends said they “loved it”, even though they cried half of the time. What I enjoyed was the popcorn and Junior Mints I munched on, while promising myself to never treat a man (or anyone) so crappy.

There are a million different ways to show your love for someone. And they don’t have to be large productions, skywriting, or things you see in the movies (although I LOVE that corny stuff!)

“It’s the little things that mean a lot”
Drew Barrymore, in “The Wedding Singer.”

To me, Love means,

  • Not leaving the house without a kiss goodbye.
  • Biting your tongue when his friends annoy you.
  • Keeping the cookie jar filled with his favorites.
  • Taking walks together and talking about silly stuff.
  • Knitting or sewing while watching his “American Rifleman” episodes.
  • Stoking up the fireplace when you’re not cold, but she is.
  • Making popcorn four times a week (or more) just because she loves it.
  • Putting them first, instead of yourself
  • Never holding a grudge. Telling them your side of it – then letting it go.

I bet you have some that you would like to share with us.  So, Please send me  (or comment on), what you feel love means.

I want to post them in tomorrow’s blog for Valentine’s Day!      Sorry for the really late notice, but sometimes that’s just how it goes…

HeartCandySpellsLove

There’s No Place Like Home

NoPlaceLikeHomeUnlike Dorothy, I needed Delta Airlines to transport me back home.  I don’t have a pair of sparkly red shoes, my fault, for not taking my granddaughter’s advice while shopping.

“You gotta get the sparkly shoes too, grandma!” the 9-year old demanded.

“You gotta, gramma!” insisted the 3-year old, while pointing her index finger at me, and her other hand was placed firmly on her hip, which was exactly the way her older sister was standing. Do they practice this, or is it genetic? Their mother did that too, now that I think about it. Never mind – I just answered my question…

Oh dear. I got off on a tangent. [That happens a lot here at Not Pretending – BTW. Just so you know  😉 ]

I’m not sure who started this whole “travel for fun” thing. The explorers and pioneers probably did not have much fun. Unless it was a ‘rush’ to conquer unknown lands and bring back stuff made in China.

I complain about 4-hour flights in “economy class*”. I would not have survived month after month on board a sea-going vessel, or a covered wagon on the Oregon Trail. Not me.

Stories written by travelers make traveling sound exciting and romantic. Often movies portray travel in the same way. There are also some very creative travel blogs, with amazing photos and great tips.

I am not familiar with that kind of travel. The movie that portrays my experience traveling is “Planes, Trains and Automobiles”, with a bit of “Vacation”  thrown in to perk things up.  If you’re thinking, ‘Oh, she’s exaggerating to be funny’, you would be wrong.

The purpose of going on vacation is to have a fun and relaxing time. But there is no relaxing when you are traveling. Maybe there is to the travelers in First Class, which is why they pay four times the airfare than I do.

Airports used to be exciting. Now they are annoying. Every 5-minutes the dude on the speakers warns you about carrying other people’s bags and that ‘smoking is prohibited’.

Like I don’t have enough trouble carrying my own bags? And why the Hell are you reminding smokers that they can’t smoke? Do they even have a clue how maddening that is – especially to former-smokers (a.k.a., nicotine addicts)? Stop announcing crap unless there’s an emergency!

And then, there are all those other people around. Observing and listening, while you wait in lines and gates. ‘People Watching’ is considered an acceptable activity these days. When I was growing up they called it ‘being nosy’.

And then, there’s the noise factor. The neighbors above and next door to your hotel room never sleep. You hear them stomping around, watching high-defvolume TV. They make sounds that defy your imagination. What can they be doing up there? Moving furniture? Maybe we don’t want to know.

The noises got so bizarre on our last trip that hubby and I would lie in bed giggling and make up stuff about what was going on. When we noticed the water stain on the ceiling above the jacuzzi, we thought maybe it was repairmen. But at two in the morning? It’s going to be one of many mysteries we encounter when we travel.

Things NEVER go as you plan them. And the unknown variables that happen can really mess with your trip. Like hurricanes and their residual storms. It was making me crazy to be in a tropical paradise, with a gorgeous beach and not be able to walk along the surf or lounge under an umbrella reading my book while a waiter fetches me another soda. And forget about booking a tour to visit ancient ruins. Another outside activity canceled due to high winds and heavy rain.

In many ways it really sucked. But we survived. And here we are, back at our favorite place to be – ♥ home ♥

* PC term for "cram as many seats as we can into the plane for the largest profit class"