Yakking In Public

Today I was having breakfast at one of my favorite morning hang-outs and I learned my multiplication tables, even though they were NOT on the menu OR agenda.
This loving couple were drilling their darling little 7 year-old about "SIX TIMES SEVEN, EIGHT TIMES FOUR, YOU MUST KNOW FIVE TIMES NINE!"
This went on for the duration of my meal and they were so loud, I couldn't hear the waitress asking if I wanted some cherry pie. I guess she gave up because I left without that delectible dessert.
At one point when the child couldn't come up with the correct answer to SIX TIMES SIX, I turned over my paper place-mat and with the provided crayon at the table, I wrote in big letters, 37 ~ then I made a paper airplane and flew it into their booth. I'm just evil enough to try to ruin his answer for life to 6 x 6...maybe later on in a big board room when he is running a meeting, he will chastise an employee who thought 6 x 6 was 36. These are scenarios in my mind that I LIVE for!

We've all been in a restaurant when we couldn't hear our own table conversations because of a self-annointed room entertainer at the next table.
NEWS ALERT...some international travelers will soon have the opportunity to enjoy airplane flights with people gabbing away on cell phones.
WHO decided THIS? Why don't you just poke me in the eyes and nose and annoy MOST ALL of my senses? Can people NOT be quiet for just a few hours? Do we have to be in constant contact or the world will stop spinning?
I can see it (or rather, HEAR it) now ~ sitting next to me on my 6 hour flight to Ireland is the teenager who just broke up with her boyfriend and is calling every friend she knows and three she just met, to cry LOUDLY about how he "done did her wrong". Behind me will be the TYPE A executive who is calling four of his subordinates to give them last minute instructions...in THREE languages. Naturally, everyone will have to talk loudly,not just over the jet engine noise, but over each other's conversations. Maybe even Guido O'Reilly, the bookie with the non-lit cigar dangling from his wagering lips, will be conducting business en route to some far-off gambling mecca of the world.

FLYING WILL BECOME A WORSE NIGHTMARE THAN IT ALREADY IS. I hope upon hope that this idea that Emeritus Airline is employing stays with that air carrier and leaves the rest of flyers to have to spend $10.00 a minute on those rip-off phones in the seat.

I wonder if traveling by train is an option? DO they allow cell phones to be used?

I'll call you all on my cell phone that I will use at the classiest restaurant I know when I find out.

Ms Grump

Post-Christmas Exhaustion

Is anyone else out there too drained to dance?
Too tuckered to tango?
Too spent to samba?
Too tired to two-step?
Too bushed to boogie?
Too weary to waltz?
Too fatigued to frug or fandango?
Too sleepy to salsa?

Too stale to shimmy?

Too lazy to lindy?

Does your mind say, "can-can" but your body say "can't-can't"?


Don't worry. You are suffering from Christmas after-shock and there may still be some minor quakes on the horizon.

I do know one thing...if my 21 month old great-nephew Cooper asks me to turn the Jack-in-the-box grinder one more time, I will put a curse on Grandma Connie who bought that cute little present for him.

Peg's Last Minute Christmas Gift Ideas...

At this late date, you have VERY few options. If you were too busy (or lazy) to spend a little time and effort choosing just the PERFECT present for your PERFECT loved one, then shame on you.
Now, you have to PAY for procrastinating. Bring out the checkbook and eggnog. If the person you are giving the gift to has enough egg nog, they may not notice that you really didn't give any thought to the present...especially if the amount on the check is substantial enough to warrant a sincere thank you. If you can, take all of a minute and write a note as to a few choices ther person might consider spending this $$ so they think you put SOME effort towards the prize.
Maybe the note coulde say:
"I couldn't find anything as handsome (or beautiful) as you are so I wanted you to pick out what YOU want."
or
"Included with this check is the promise that I will make the bed for the next six months" (this worked great for my Dad one year when he had nothing for Mom's b-day...and then he re-newed the promise at Valentine's Day...Mom liked this present more than flowers, so she said...and don't 'cha know that ole Pop made their bed every day for the next 7 years)

And as my nephews say when currency is offered, "It fits perfectly".

Merry Christmas!

Peg's Last Minute Great Christmas Gift Idea

What a wonderful gift to send a friend to the movies twice a month for 6 months? The movie get delivered to their home and after viewing as many times as desired, the subscriber mails itback to Netflix in a pre-paid postage envelope.
I LOVE this service! It can be as inexpensive as $5.99 for a one month subscription (One movie at a time sent...two total for the month)...or one can acquire a year long subscription receiving 2 movies at a time...UNLIMITED for the month!
A 6 month subscription for one movie at a time...2 per month is around $36.00.

Netflix has thousands of movies available ~ just peruse their website by genre or director or actor. I plugged in the name of Audrey Hepburn in a search and it listed all the movies that she was in and detailed a paragraph description and even included reviews.
You can also find vintage movies that your local Blockbuster Video store won't keep in stock. You can list all the movies that you want sent to you and in what order in your "Queque". YOu can also request a movie that isn't out in DVD yet and when it is available, it will automatically get in line to be sent to you.

Now THIS is a FUN gift that keeps on giving AND you can sign up for it on-line @ www.netflix.com.

You can even give it with a bag of popcorn and you will be a hero/heroine.

You can thank me later.

Peg's Christmas Ideas ~ You're in Trouble With Only 2 Days Left

At this late date, you really don't want to fight the crowds at the mall for the "perfect" gift, do you? SO, You have a choice, swing by the ole "Beverage Coral Drive-Thru" to pick out your favorite Malted Liquor, Mad Dog 20-20, or Slim Jims for the stocking stuffer OR...write a loving poem that will make the "little lady" cry.
When my Dad was 18, his younger brother, Hank (13) asked to borrow some money so he could get his Mother something nice for Christmas. It turns out, Hank hit his two older sisters up with the same heart-tugging story. Dad spent all of two paychecks on a card table and chair set for his poker-playing Mama. When it came time to open gifts, the last one opened was from Hank. It was a hand-made poem, and quite flowery, at that. I guess their Mother cried and looked at Dad and said, "Why can't you be more sentimental and sweet like your younger brother?"
Dad found out later that Hank had spent the money borrowed from his siblings on a watch for his girlfriend.
Your Choice...Poem or Drive-Thru?

Peg's Christmas Gift Ideas ~ Slim Pickins' With Only 3 Days Left!

Savvy Mop Slippers

Look out Roomba! Who has time for such mundane tasks as housework? And who can realistically afford a cleaning lady in today's economy? At last, the pinnacle of multi-tasking... Mop Slippers! Put these comfy 11-1/2" long slippers on and you'll be able to clean your floors while you go to the fridge for a beer. Made of soft fabric that is washing machine safe!

PRICE: $ 14.89 (just GOOGLE "mop slippers"..you can get a real deal out there now! (Imagine that)
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Obviously, with the size of 11-1/2" this silly gift is NOT aimed at too many women, who bear the brunt of house-cleaning anyway. This present is a gentle way of having that man in your life feel better about just shuffling from the couch to the refrigerator to the bathroom. He can say he has done something for you.
Oh, Part of this "gift" if not having to see his dirty socks or stinky over-grown toe nails looking at you as you are trying to watch McDreamy on TV.
ENJOY...maybe this will turn your man into "McSteamy" again!

Peg's Great Christmas Gift Ideas...It's Getting To Panic Mode Now

Basket Case Headband Game $12.95 www.spilsbury.com
Use your head and have some fun!
Place the Basket Case headband hoop game on your head, then see how many balls you can toss inside. Try it for a mind-clearing break from your busy day! Includes 20 balls. Adjustable; one size fits all. Ages 4 and up.
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This gift is a sure fire winner for ANYONE. In fact, you may want to buy 3 or 4 for your neighbors or as the "whoops" gift. You know what I mean...when Englebert, the guy whom you haven't seen for 3 years, comes by with a Christmas gift and you have nothing/nada/zero for him...pull out the "whoops"-I-forgot-I-had-this-for-someone present.


Make sure there is room on the digital camera's photo disc for this one. One cannot make a basket without showing all their dental work and nose hairs. Of course, if you had seen gift idea from Day 3, there would be no nose hairs!

Buy SOMETHING, for pity sake...it's down to the proverbial wire!

Peg's 12 Days of Unique Christmas Gift Ideas...5 days left! GULP!

Forget getting the socks and fruitcake.
ANYONE can afford this creative gift that will calm the nerves of even Tanya Harding competing in an ice "Escapade" or boxing for her dinner.
Who wouldn't want an aquarium that you can own without having to invest in fish, food for the darlings, cleaning the tank, flushing the toilet when one goes belly-up and all the other crap that is involved with such an item.
This is a DVD that you play when you want the TV re-runs to go away and your favorite football team has fumbled it's way out of the play-off picture.
AH, how relaxing to watch little guppies swimming on a 3' X 4' screen in your living room. (only thing missing are the worms!)

DVD $14.99 at www.AMAZON.com ~ and, yes! There is still time to order!

Peg's 12 Days of Christmas Gift Ideas...Only 6 Days Left!

(I promise that those are pencil shavings next to the nose)

Nose Pencil Sharpener $5.95 @ www.Spilsbury.com
Buy 2 and Save!
Every kid needs one of these in their desk! Stick a pencil up the nose and twist till it's sharp! 2-1/2" long.

Special Offer! Only $3.45 each when you buy 2 or more!
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OK..see there are just 6 days left and it seems people get desperate about this time.
Order NOW for this great stocking stuffer...just hope this gift never gets a cold.

7 More Days of Peg's Fun Christmas GIft Ideas

Now, come on...it is time to get your special someone that something unique for your Holiday gift exchange. You only have 7 days to get this baby ordered and delivered so get on it NOW! You won't regret it...until you give it.

RETRO CELL PHONE HANDSET - $14.99
Where? AH, heck...just google it. DO I have to do EVERYTHING for you?

DESCRIPTION~
Now you can take your Cell Phone back to a less complicated era... the 1950s. It was a time of innocence. A time of exploration. A time of hiding under your desk, practicing for a nuclear bomb to drop on your head.

And during that time, people used big, clunky phones with clunky handsets.

Well, we can't bring back atomic paranoia, but we can offer you this ridiculous Retro Cell Phone Handset! It's an actual working handset for your cell phone that looks just like the one Ozzie and Harriet might have used. (Kids, if you don't know who Ozzie and Harriet are -- they were two U.S. Senators who discovered a cure for polio.)

The Retro Cell Phone Handset plugs right into your cell phone's headphone jack. In a snap, you can yak away like you were on an old-fashioned rotary phone. It even has a coiled cord, just like those phones of yore.

The Retro Cell Phone Handset comes in three excellent colors -- Back-In-Time Black, Retro Red, and Way-Out White. The handsets have the standard 2.5 mm plug, plus you also get adapters, so it should work with just about any cell phone. The sound quality is good (butt not Hi-fi), and the "Cool Factor" is off the charts.

Imagine how much fun it'll be to answer your cell phone with one of these things. Think of the looks you'll get on the bus, in restaurants, and even in the classroom! As you talk, the years 1955 and 2006 will blend together. As you listen, the sound will go in one era and out the other! (we worked REALLY hard on that joke, so you better laugh)

The Retro Cell Phone Handset will make a great gift for anyone who uses their cell phone a lot -- and that's pretty much EVERYONE these days. So set the "Wayback Machine" to the 1950s and get one today! (Kids, if you don't understand the reference to the Wayback Machine -- It was a device invented by Dwight D. Eisenhower to end the Korean War.)
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I hope MY stocking has enough room for this thoughtful gift to make it's way in there!

You all can thank me later for this gift suggestion.

Day 4 ~ Peg's 12 Days of Christmas GIft Ideas

Award winning fuel cell kit!
(PLEEZE don't ask ME who actually presented this "award"...may have been the 5th grade science teacher for "Project That Didn't Explode" for all I know)
$149.95 www.Shopatron.com
Fuel Cell Car & Experiment Kit. Assemble and experiment with a unique reversible hydrogen Fuel Cell. This fuel cell kit provides a playful introduction to one of the most significant technologies of the 21st Century. With this kit you can build a model car that actually runs on water! 96-page full-color book. Ages 12 and up.

Pour in the water and watch it separate into hydrogen and oxygen, forming a gas to power your vehicle across the floor. Fuel cells are one of the most promising means of producing energy in the future. Because they do not consume fossil fuels they are considered environmentally friendly.
The electricity required to activate electrolysis is created with a large solar cell included with the kit. During electrolysis, water is separated into hydrogen and oxygen and the resulting energy is stored as a gas. When needed, the gas is fed into the fuel cell, which then serves as the power source.
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If you've had to take away Grandpa's keys due to the fact that everytime he drives, he has to make a side-trip to the Auto Dealership to return with a can of car paint, then this is the perfect gift for him! Keep him busy in the garage building a model car that he can drive in the neighborhood. I would still get him a helmet.

RETURNING HOME A LITTLE LIGHTER

I have returned home safely from my trip to "Lost Wages", Nevada. I pulled into the driveway around midnight-30 after travelling all day. I opened the garage door and started taking my suitcases into the house. Something was different.
Ah, yes. My luggage was a lot lighter. I had lost just about everything, including the blouse off my back. At least I still had my free T-shirt from attending "The Price is Right" (or WRONG, in MY case).
The only items left in my purse included: one kleenex , a slightly tattered picture of my pooch, Bailey and my IOU that I had to sign to get my car out of hock from the airport "Budget Parking" lot.

When I saw the pile of mail that had accumulated while I was gone, my heart skipped a beat thinking that I was being welcomed home warmly by cheery Holiday well-wishers. I was sure this stack of stamped envelopes included Greeting Cards from loving friends, wishing me a prosperous and healthy Holiday and New Year. Nope...I had 12 "greetings" from "nurturing" credit card companies, 18 magazines, 14 MORE credit card company offers to entice me into bancruptcy. But I did receive 21 "gifts"...or shall I say, "opportunities" (?) for me to use address labels from 21 charities.

Oh, wait there was ONE card that looked personal...it was incorrectly delivered to my mailbox instead of my neighbor Hank's house. I didn't care. I opened it anyway and have already added Horatio Unger to my Christmas card list.

Welcome home to me.

Peg’s 12 Days of Christmas Gift Ideas ~ Day 3

This idea is either for someone you DON’T like or for a boss who you can’t really tell him in person that he needs some hygiene help.

Turbo-Groomer COBALT - (removal of nose hairs) $49.95
(2 “C” batteries NOT included)
Where? Sky Mall Magazine www.skymall.com AND ~ Sharper Image

This semi-torture weapon features dual-rotary cutting heads of stainless steel blades with titanium cutting edges. The blades whirl at an impressive 6,000 RPM to “gently” and effectively trim nose hair.

I think maybe there should be a caveat ~ "But don't try this at home" but what do I know?

(I wonder if I could use this on my dog, Bailey’s ears?)

I knew a couple of octegenarian gentlemen who were coherts of my Dad at his last retirement pad who I wish I could have sent this gift to, anonymously, of course.

Can someone tell me how to spell..."OUCH"?

Barry Manilow – Music & Passion

We had tickets to see Barry Manilow’s Las Vegas Show, Music & Passion last night.
Our seats were incredible as we found ourselves in the third road, center. Barry was within whisker-counting range. I always liked his music back in the mid-70’s…but I sure didn’t know how I would enjoy him 30 years later. The “FAN-ilows” were out in huge numbers, complete with their Barry t-shirts and glow sticks.
When he came out, the crowd went ballistic (some of you might have heard the Beatle-like crazy screaming in Ohio)! I almost feared for my life at one point when a woman next to me danced to the tunes with a little too much enthusiasm and landed in my lap.
She must have thought(in HER mind) that she could sing better than Barry as she howled, GROSSLY out of tune, every word to every song. I'm certain that she was thinking that she was the 5th back-up singer. I told her at one point that her clothes didn’t match the outfits of those on stage, and that she was not only off key, but off the music chart all together ~ and I made a suggestion that she might want to hush a bit. (OK, I didn’t SAY that...outloud..but oh, how I wanted to)
Why do people think that when someone pays $125 per ticket to see a person who had over 30 albums, is an accomplished 40 year-professional with 10 band members and 4 back-up singers and 28 lighting and sound professionals, that I would enjoy her off-key rendition of Copacabana?

Despite the would-be-next-American-Idol, I still enjoyed ole Mr. Manilow, as he could still sing his oldies along with some other treasures from the antique music vault in perfect tune and with unbridled passion.
Barry found my gaze about half-way through the second song and for the rest of the night, he looked at me, and me alone, when crooning the most endearing love ballads.
(OK, he MIGHT have been looking at the guy in front of me but at those prices, let me have my fantasy)
Tomorrow, we head home, but I’ll still be in my Mani-Glow for a few days.
Music was the Passion last night.

Don't forget to check out my 2nd Day of Christmas Gift Ideas on the blog below!

Peg’s 12 Days of Christmas Gift Ideas ~ Day 2

You will know a minimum of 28 people who will love you forever when you surprise them with this winner of a gift!

Icuiti’s Video Eyewear – Turn a small DVD player’s screen into a virtual 44” screen in the privacy of a pair of glasses.
$269.95
$399.95 with portable DVD player $299.95 iWear made for Ipod video

Where? Sky Mall Magazine www.skymall.com

Worn like a pair of sunglasses, the AV230 also includes separate focus adjustments and built-in removable high quality stereo headphones (or use your own).

Ok, I’m trying to think of a DVD that I would want to see in 44” mode while wearing sunglasses.
I know…I just bought a 3 VD set on how to win at roulette, blackjack and craps. I could wear this device in the casinos, while sitting at the blackjack table and the dealer would just think I am one of the “locals”. Then I would win more $$ to buy more incredibly great, creative gifts!

Can you contain yourself to wait until tomorrow for Day Three's gift idea?

Peg’s 12 Days of Christmas Gift Ideas ~ Day 1

Can you believe that there are only 12 days before Santa comes down the chimney or through an unlocked window to visit the GOOD kids? Please remember to turn off your security alarms for the big fella on that special night. It just complicates his schedule with the occasional side trip to the pokey to explain that he was just trying to spread good cheer, not pilfer the family jewels.

Could you maybe use a little help with your Christmas shopping like my 39 year-old nephew Brian? He takes a couple of days off every year to shop. TRUE. Please don’t question his masculinity…I know, he really IS a guy…but he takes this gift-purchasing way too seriously, just like his Dad did. He will call five relatives at least 7 times an hour to ask questions while he is in the store. Yep. He is THAT guy.

Well, I thought I might help out others who are in a last minute quandary as to what new, interesting, fun gift they can bestow on a loved one. So, here is my attempt at being Santa’s little helper:

THE CHILDREN’S ATM BANK $39.95 Ages 8+ (3 AAA batteries included)

Where? Sky Mall Magazine www.skymall.com

This electronic teller machine helps little bankers learn money management as they maintain a savings account up to $999.99. (Hmm….maybe I should buy this for me ~ if I only could afford it)
The unit accepts real coin and currency deposits and gives up to date account information on its screen. The owner has their own ATM card and PIN for checking account balance, making deposits and withdrawing funds.

I can think of about 86 people who could benefit from learning how to use this gift PROPERLY.

Tomorrow ~ 2nd day Christmas idea for presents!

Signs, Signs, Everywhere There Are SIgns

We just returned from a fun side trip to Death Valley (2 hours from our hotel in Las Vegas). We toured all over the place looking at the mountains and then some other mountains and we finally finished up with seeing... more mountains. We followed signs that informed us of "Points of Interests" that could definitely be debated as "in the eye of the beholder".
That was yesterday and my friend Suzi wanted to see the sun rise over one of these mountains this morning. The problem was, we didn't know what time sun rise was. The people we asked the night before said they're "night people and the only time they see the sun rise is on the way home from an especially good party, and they hadn't been to such a party since the summer.
Well, the alarm went off in our room at 2:12 a.m. Apparently, the maid who cleaned the room prior to our arrival thought that would be a funny joke on the next residents. Suzi tried to turn off the alarm and un-wittingly, she also changed the time to an hour earlier. I awakened at 5 a.m. and showered. Just as I was finishing dressing, Susan comes around the corner looking kinda irritated. She informed me that her watch confirmed the fact that is was 4:15 a.m., not 5:15 a.m.

Anyway, we got to the sunrise mountain and climbed 600 yards up to a very cold vantage point and we didn't need to fight anyone over the best viewing location.
Susan wanted to get here early to get a jump on the crowds of people who had come up with the same grand idea that we (Suzi) had. Oh, wait ~ there WERE no crowds! We were the only ones up there, with teeth chattering and frozen tears on our faces. Not ONE other person decided to get up to help us greet the morning.
OK, so it was pretty, I must admit.

Back to driving to more "points of interests"...what I don't get is the signs that are posted every 4 miles for various animal crossings. How do these burros, long-horn sheep, roadrunner birds, kangaroo rats and turtles know exactly where they are to cross? Do they read signs? Did ONE person maybe on ONE day happen to see that particular species amble across the road so they decided to plant a sign at that spot?
I really can't imagine the turtle being able to look up that far to realize that maybe he is 30 yards off his "official crosswalk". What is his incentive to use that particular lane? Will he get a ticket if he moves 1/4 of a mile around the curve?

In Ohio I see the signs for Deer Crossing all the time. I have never ONCE seen a doe waiting at that sign to spring over to the other side of the street.

I think I'll put a sign up in front of my house on the street showing "Ant crossing" just to see if anyone slows down.

Las Vegas is MORE Than a $$ Gamble

Here I am in Las Vegas and I realized that the people who live here are used to taking chances. They drive worse than New Yorkers so one takes a chance just driving in this city. The parking on the strip is...not..so one must valet park at a hotel...and pray that the valet driver doesn't wreck the rental car that one didn't take out extra insurance on.
Then you takes a chance just giving the valet $1.00 or $2.00 because they may put a gambling curse on you and you will lose your mortgage money.
You take a chance just going into a casino because lung cancer hangs in the air, just for anyone's pickin'.
You take a chance going to a show here because the performer may call you up on stage and maybe you wore stretch pants that night.
You take a gamble just walking in a mall as someone minding a kiosk might approach you to give you a free hand massage with the best smelling $125 lotion I've ever bought.
And today we are going to a place called "Death Valley"..do you think that portends something of a gamble?

Lost (& LOSS) In Las Vegas

My trip to Las Vegas is going just dandy ~ with a few minor exceptions.
On my connection flight to Atlanta, I thought for sure that this Delta flight must have allowed smoking. My olfactory senses sniffed out 12 Marlboros, 28 Salem-Menthols and 15 Camel cigarettes that were within “striking” distance. As I watched people board, heading for the World Capital of sipping, smoking and sinning, I realized that this smoke I detected was just on the clothes of the people en route to their “destiny of wealth”.
I really wish that my lungs were not so sensitive to the offensive odor of stale cigarettes because then I wouldn’t have been coughing my head off through the grueling five hour flight. I must say that my friend, Suzi and I got a rather large kick out of observing the various ways people can wear a T-shirt with the words “Las Vegas”, a $$ sign and a deck of cards on it.

OK, enough whining (or “wining” if you’re in Las Vegas city limits). When Suzi and I rented our car and started out for the Gambling Mecca of the Universe, we drove out the wrong exit and had to turn around. About 4 miles later, we proceeded to take another wrong turn that eventually brought us back to a familiar sight…our Below Budget Car Rental lot again.
Sigh.
We then looked at each other and theorized that maybe we shouldn’t be going into the Riviera Casino on the Strip for gambling lessons. Were our guardian angels saying we didn’t need to learn how to play Roulette, Baccarat, and Texans-Hold-Them? (I was really looking forward to that last class…how do Texans hold them differently from any other State’s “studs”?)

We finally arrived at The Riviera and I was literally running to the doors marked “Nickel Slots…Win a Million”. Since we thought that we should use the restroom to be comfortable for all the instructions we were about to have, we made a quick pit stop. I was disappointed that each stall was not outfitted with a "one-armed bandit", as slot machines are so affectionately called.

After washing my hands, I waited for Suzi outside the restroom and lo and behold, there was a slot machine calling my name. I sat down and plunked in $4.00 and lost $4.00 in 22 seconds. Suzi rescued me and off we went to find the gambling-teacher-of-the-year who would soon fill our heads with the knowledge to break the banks of every casino on “The Strip”…

Sigh.
We kept asking casino personnel where the “Win Thousands at Gambling” lessons were being held and no one had a clue. We then found a teller at what looked like a bank with prison bars who worked hard to find an answer to our question. She called 3 people and the last person informed her that they haven’t had lessons in that casino for seven years.

GRRR….”ok, let’s just play a couple of slot machines,” Suzi suggested, trying to calm me down. We found our formerly favorite “Wheel of Fortune” machines and sat down side by side. When we had played this kind of game in Atlantic City 8 years ago, we had won $280 so we knew we would improve on that!
We lost $60 in just under 3 minutes…on the “Wheel of MIS-Fortune”!

Suzi then offered more perkiness. “Let’s go across the street to Circus-Circus Casino and watch one of the performing acts they are supposed to have going on 24/7…and they are FREE.”
As we got seated below the hanging net to catch the tight-rope walkers, I realized that I didn’t have my cell phone. I started to perspire like I was the one 65 feet up in the air balancing on one toe. I tried to get Suzi’s attention but she was busy praying the rosary for this Circus-toe-walker. (She isn’t even Catholic ~ I’m talking about Suzi, not the “Balancing Belinda”)
She eventually got the hint went I just got up and left as the crowd was applauding the fact that toe-woman would live to balance another day. Off we went to the Riviera again…looking everywhere from the bathrooms to the slot machines and ending our quest at the Security desk. No luck. Well, that’s not true. In view of the fact that we didn’t find the phone, I would call that “bad luck”, wouldn’t you?

I just wanted to go check in to our hotel room and cry and then sleep since we had been up since 3 a.m. When we got back in our rental car, there was my cell phone looking up at me from its safe place console compartment.
Now I think that I’ve lost my mind as well as directional sense and lots of money.

So, maybe today we will just go for a short ride to Hoover Dam and enjoy the beautiful surroundings…and hope we don’t LOSE anything.
Even though we received no formal instructions yesterday, I think I’ve learned my lesson.

p.s. Sean – sorry that my word count went WAY over today.

Santa - Let Me Thank You

Who could NOT like the character of Santa Claus? He has so many admirable traits.
He is jolly even though he has always been the chubbiest guy in his class. He is obviously more recognizable than both Britney Spears and Tiger Woods yet we never see him trading in his celebrity status by making commercials to help fund his December 25th expenditures. Santa has never yielded to the latest fashion trends like wearing earrings or shaving his head to a shiny glow. It appears that he could care less that he only has one suit to wear and that it is “dry clean only” and that the color might make him look “fat”.

He gave up smoking years ago, which might have contributed to that recent weight gain, but he wanted to set a good example for the youth of the world. He doesn’t seem to mind that he doesn’t own the ultimate driving machine and he still settles for the same old sleigh and cranky reindeers that he has used to “get around” since my Great-Great-Grandparents were kids. Over hundreds of years, Santa has never had to refer to Mapquest or invest in an expensive GPS system to navigate his route.

Santa doesn’t have an agent representing him who is asking for more money and production-driven “incentives” that might provide a comfy retirement package.
When SC has successfully finished his delivery in one of his targeted cities, you don’t find him celebrating with the Santa Shuffle or spiking a toy near the town hall ~ he just keeps working until his job is done. I wonder if the elves and reindeer even offer their boss a “high five” for the accomplishing this greatest feat on earth?

Here is one jovial guy who attempts to provide a little magic and love to every person on earth for just one day. He performs his job duties the same way, every year, seemingly with little thanks with the exception of a few stale cookies, some luke-warm milk and if he is really lucky, a hard peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I wonder how many thank-you notes SC receives AFTER December 25th? I’m sure it doesn’t compare with the letters of requests prior to the big day.

I would like to give Santa a present this year. I don’t know exactly what he wants as I’ve never seen his wish list. I think I would faint if I opened my mail one day to see a “Dear Peg…I have been a very good Santa this year and I would love to get an electric razor for Christmas this year.” YIKES…that is a NASTY nightmare!
My guess is that he doesn’t need or want a physical present or even recognition ~ but would probably love it if we would all treat others with a little more respect, sprinkled with kindness. I’m sure that he would let loose with a few more HO HO HO’s if we all lighten up and laugh a bit more.
I’ll try to do that…and to BE nice rather than naughty.

That…and maybe leave him a juicy, freshly grilled filet mignon accompanied by an amusing little glass of a 1983 Merlot...and a thank you note.

Flying Anxieties

I found an interesting bit of information as I was perusing archives from the AP (Associated Press) wire:
"More than half of U.S. commercial airports have runways that don't have a 1,000-foot margin at the end, an overrun area the federal government says is needed as a safety zone, according to a new report.
Some of the busiest airports in the country -- including Los Angeles International Airport, Chicago's O'Hare International Airport and Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport -- have more than one runway that doesn't meet safety standards, according to the Federal Aviation Administration."

The FAA says it is diligently upgrading runways. The agency expects that all of them will meet the standard by 2015, when they are legally required to do so, according to FAA spokeswoman Laura Brown.

But at 325 airports -- more than half of the 573 commercial airports in the United States -- at least one runway lacks the 1,000-foot safety zone, according to the FAA's figures. Almost half of all commercial runways -- 507 of 1,017 -- don't meet the standard.

I'm taking four airplane flights in the near future, with FOUR take-offs and landings from Atlanta, one of the afore-mentioned runways in need of adjusting.

(Just remember the good things I've done and sweep the rest under the ping pong table please.

OH, one additional concern:
CNN reported that an airplane had an un-scheduled stop to investigate a "security concern". 99 passengers and crew members were forced to de-plane. The problem? Someone had smelled sulfer, as in a struck match. Apparently a woman had passed gas and wanted to disguise the offending odor and instead, she got booted off the plane.

No beans for me prior to my flight departures!

A Name By Any Other.....

We all have been entertained by the unusual names of people...Ima Hogg, Pat McCann; Crystal Waters, Candy Hart, Harry Thigh, etc.
Here are some town names that some can be proud to acknowledge as their respective postal address...and some may be moving as soon as they can find a reasonably-named town like Columbus, Ohio.

Two Egg, Florida....maybe look for Oatmeal, Oregon?

Holy Moses, Colorado.....Wouldn't Holy Moses belong somewhere "out east"?

Hot Coffee, Missouri....must have been because of the McDonalds' scalding coffee law suit?

Why, Arizona that is REALLY a town... How about naming a town, Why Not, Kentucky?

Knockemstiff, Ohio...not for the limp-wristed but maybe thought of by a funeral director.

Looneyville, Texas...couldn't that town be in any State? And can you imagine trying to order a product by telephone and when they ask your mailing address you have to admit to living in a REAL Looneyville?
I'll bet they get real tired of all the jokes..

Nameless, Texas...should have been LAZY, Texas if they couldn't even think of a name!

Santa Claus, Indiana...or HO-HO, Arkansas

North Pole, Alaska...or Ho-Ho, Arkansas

Hell, Michigan...Ohio State fans LOVE this town..

On a popular MOVIE note:
The name for Oz in "The Wizard of Oz" was thought up when the creator, Frank Baum, looked at his filing cabinet and saw A-N, and O-Z, hence "Oz."

The Land of “AN” may not have been as riveting as “OZ”

Aw, heck...what's in a name? Unless it's YOURS!

Change That Tune

I am amazed at the angels out there who are disguised as grocery store baggers, gas station attendants, and even strangers who may just quickly touch your life in a meaningful way.
We all have people whom we admire and want to emulate. In fact, when I was in my 30's and I thought that I might say or do something icky (technical term for really, really stupid), I would think of Judy Guth, a woman I barely knew from the bowling league I was in (until they suggested I take up shuffleboard). Judy, an elementary school teacher, always seemed to be genuinely sweet, happy and smart enough to stay clear of any silly conflicts or gossip. She was and is ~ a classy person. We were never really friends ~ just passing acquaintances (remember I told you she is a classy person) but I still admired her from a distance. Maybe it was a good thing that we never became best buddies because sometimes the people you hold in high esteem become human, complete with faults and frailties when you get to know them well. Now, I can still stop myself in a troubling situation and say, “I wonder how Judy Guth would respond to this.” She may never know how many times she, by proxy, has kept me out of trouble or allowed me to remember to “mind my manners”.

Now there are also times when I can be in a dark mood, overwhelmed by my own life’s challenges, and a total stranger will appear and lighten my load with a gift of kindness. A waitress might give me a compliment on my sweater…or the water meter guy might tell me the landscaping looks nice. It takes me a second to hear what they are saying as I am in the middle of ME…and then I tune them in, like sharpening a fuzzy station on the radio. I realize that half the time, I am listening to the wrong channel. I keep my frequency to the same old station, playing the same old sad songs. But then a nice person turns the “channel” for me to a new station that has something positive, upbeat and different from the static I had been listening to earlier.

If I keep learning, I can start changing the channel for others, too, by performing some random acts of kindness and getting my head out of the wrong programming.

WPEG here, signing off. Good day and good health.

The "WRONG" Way To Say "NO"

I know some individuals who have a very difficult time saying that tiny, yet somewhat intimidating word, "No". Maybe it depends upon to whom one is saying the negative answer. Examples: (you knew that was coming, didn't you?)
- I don't think it is so very difficult to say no to a telemarketer asking if I'm in need of a new set of truck tires, or to a TV survey asking for just 20 minutes of my time to answer a mere 135 questions regarding which geological dig on the Discovering Ancient Bones show most intrigued me. It may be easy to respond in the negative because we are not face to face with the person; we don't personally KNOW the caller; and we are not interested in the subject matter.

It gets a little dicey when the person asking a favor is a good friend or somewhat good relative. How do we turn down requests for either our time, money, or energy that we either truly cannot accomodate or just don't want to?

I've spent over 20,380 days on this earth wrestling with this dilema. As a self-proclaimed super salesperson, I have heard (and ignored) the word NO more times than Shirley Maclaine has gone into reincarnation trances. I was trained that the person (sales target) is NOT saying NO to ME, personally, but to the product I am attempting to gently stuff down their esophagus. Somehow the bite of the word still can cause deep, albeit, imaginary bruises.

The best way that I have heard to say no, yet still maintain a good relationship is to act like all of a sudden, you remembered your southern heritage and start to drawl like Ms. Georgia answering a question with the glazed over smiling expression at the Ms. America Pageant. "Why, I just don't believe that I want to have any more fighting continue in little ole I-Rock anymore."

In college I knew a student who hailed from the south and I felt like she had given me a compliment one day when she said with a big grin, "Why, Peggy..why don't you just run along to he_ _ now, ok?"

So, here are MY three Money-back GUARANTEED SUCCESSFUL HINTS to blowing off the requestor:
1) Be honest 2) Smile when giving the bad news and 3) Act like a southern Ms. America (or Mr. Universe) contestant.

Oh, crud...someone just rang my doorbell selling lightbulbs for the benefit of dim-wits everywhere. I tried my three fool-proof methods but I had not anticipated that the 18 year old standing at the door shivering in a tattered light jacket while working in an ice storm, would start to cry.

I now have 13 cases of 10 watt bulbs in my living room.

It wasn't just the tears that he shed...oh, no...but this sentence that my young salesman laid on me was the kicker ~ "Ma'm (in a FARTHER southern drawl than mine) Yes only has one more letter than No"...He continued..."if you could just find it in your heart..."

I'm such a soft touch that all door to door salesmen have me marked on their map with a big star.