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Saturday, November 02, 2002

Speaking of chocolates~~~No, I don't have any, I'm much too weak to have something like that laying around the house. I would scarf them down way too fast and then I would just sit there and wonder how I lost my will-power.........if you've seen my will-power floating around anywhere, please send it back to me?

Christmas when I was a kid brought certain inalienable rites that were as certain as death and taxes. A really big box of chocolates was mandatory at Christmas-time. So was a 5-lb. glass jar of herring in wine sauce. And my mother's pfferneuse cookies, a really evil tasting, hard as a rock, cookie that some people actually ate and enjoyed. It was my dad's job to keep the fruit cake moist by pouring a generous shot of brandy on it now and then, or as he put it, "a dirty job but someone has to do it". Uh-huh

Spoiled brat that I was, I had to see what every piece of the chocolate "creams" was made of before I deigned to eat it. So I just made a little dent in the bottom of the piece of candy with my fingernail, just enough to make sure I wasn't getting any coconut or maple filling, which was not fit for human consumption, at least not mine. My mother scolded me and that made me unhappy, so I laid off the desecration of candy. For a while, anyway.

posted by Lorraine 9:27 AM 
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Thursday, October 31, 2002

What a PITA~~and I ain't talkin' about bread. Daughter Dearest bought my Epsom printer for me the year after she bought the computer. (She tried to sell me on the idea Santa Claus brought the PC to me Christmas Eve, but I didn't believe that for a minute). Which only means the computer will be four years old this Xmas and the printer three years old. Hardly ready for the junk heap, I don't think.

The computer (It's a Dell, dude) is just great, humming along nicely. It has had its indigestion problems, don't they all?, and did some belching and puking now and then, but basically it's an OK machine. The Epsom printer, on the other hand, has been a huge disappointment, its fadeout started about three hours after the warranty expired. I was able to tune it up, turn it on and get some halfway decent copies of my puzzles by cleaning the head, the nozzle and other boring stuff. Now it's kaput again, and even massaging it hasn't worked anymore. *sigh*

Anyway, Kitty to the rescue......ta dah. I am going over to her house now, precious li'l floppy disc in my hot little hand, and she will print out a bunch of archival NY Times puzzles for me. Having a good supply of crossword puzzle on my li'l clipboard is the equivalent of her giving me a box of chocolates and keeps me out of her hair for a while. hehe

posted by Lorraine 10:24 AM 
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Wednesday, October 30, 2002

Could there possibly be~~~a sign on my butt saying "Kick the Old Broad" ?? Like, earlier today when I was in the supermarket minding my own business and picking out cans of Friskies for the bratcat, a human brat came hurtling around the corner of the aisle and crashed into my somewhat formidable but fragile body, causing him to plop down on his butt. He started screaming, I turned to kick him out of my way try and comfort the little snot, but his mother arrived---scooped him up and, giving me a look of outrage, flounced off. I shouted to her back as she waddled down the aisle "Hey Lady, it was your $%#*@# kid's fault, not mine". (Nah, I never said that)

Picked up a couple more cans of Friskie's Shredded Chicken and Salmon Dinner in Gravy Don't let the fancy name fool you. It looks absolutely revolting, but Rambo really smacks his lips at it. And that was the most exciting thing that happened to me today. And you?

posted by Lorraine 5:04 PM 
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