Friday, March 15, 2013

Senior Citizens & Cell Phones



(google free images)


Disclaimer: no senior citizens, or citizens of any age who fit into this category of cell phone users were meant to be harmed by this post. I'm merely stating my frustration, er opinion, regarding how SOME seniors (and others, like Our Youngest Teen) use their cell phones.

The cell phone is a marvelous invention. We can call someone who is NOT at their home! I don't mean to call to have a long, meandering, private conversation that everyone in the waiting room has to listen to one side of. I'm talking about important things like suppose you've got the pukey flu, and your dear mother is at the grocery store fetching some items for you, only you forgot to say diet ginger ale, so you try her cell phone.

Except The Nutritionist's definition of cell phone is an item I keep in my car to make an emergency call to my husband should I need assistance. She doesn't carry it in her purse. She doesn't turn it on unless she wants to make a call. What's a pukey girl to do?

Call The Swede, who always has his cell phone, in fact, has bluetooth in his car so that he can safely answer EVEN IF HE'S DRIVING. This, by the way, is the highest level of cell phone usage. Always at the ready, and SAFE.

The Swede, who is just the best Dad in the whole world DRIVES TO THE GROCERY STORE to intercept the cell-less one, and adds the ginger ale to the cart. Talk about going out of your way to help a girl. I get my precious ginger ale, and feel a bit better.

My parents aren't the only ones who treat their cell phones this way. The pattern is almost the same with my in-laws, The Advocate and The Boss. My father-in-law is an attorney (no, I don't think he'll ever retire – he's just having too much fun as an expert consultant) and his cell is his business cell, so I'm more likely to find it on. However, The Boss, my dear mother-in-law who has been through the wringer health wise in the last two years (she wins...you've heard about me in snippets, but she wins...believe me) has been in and out of the hospital, the rehab hospital, and so he's been required to turn it off, so he's been harder to reach the last two agonizing years.

I don't think I've ever reached her on her cell. However, she's a step ahead of The Nutritionist – her phone is at least in her purse.

It's not just seniors who have phone use issues that don't match MY definition of what a cell phone is for, and this particular example is a 13 year old child. Mine. When he started riding his bike to school, I needed him to have a phone so he could call and say, “I crashed my bike, come help.” However, he forgets to bring it, forgets to charge it, forgets to look at it...

I've had to result to punishment (didn't work...) and now I'm actually BRIBING him to use it. I thought, “Teenager. New technology. Wow, he's going to love this present.” Not so much. This boy who plays MineCraft, wants to be an engineer (electrical), can take apart a hobby grade (read outrageously expensive) RC car, water proof the important parts, put it back together again, won't use his phone. What's a mom to do? Five days in a row of texting me before you leave school and I'll buy you a blizzard. I wonder if The Nutritionist can be bribed...

How do you use your cell phone? Have you run into these issues with the older generation? Do your children have phones? Do they use them? Or am I the only one going nuts trying to reach people who HAVE phones but don't USE their phones... 

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

National Worm Hole Day: Dr. Who's Cassandra


I have been given a once-in-lifetime opportunity by Stephen Tremp, (A-Z Co-Host again) to SAFELY traverse a wormhole (AND return) for one opportunity. Just one.

His partners in this adventure are Laura Eno, Luanne Smith, and Carrie Butler, who made our great badge.  Thanks to all for organizing this.  

Any Dr. Who fans out there? Our whole family watches it, but I guess because of who I am and what I think about, I found the Cassandra episodes the most...thought provoking. As a recovering anorexic, I couldn't help but latch on to the symbolism of what society had become by the end of the universe.

I suppose a little catch-up is necessary...since I know not all cool people are die-hard sci-fan like we are, let me tell you that Dr. Who is a Time Lord, the very last of his race, and he travels through time and space in a “ship” called a Tardis. From the outside it looks like a blue police call box, but like in Harry Potter books, the inside is much bigger than the outside. His job is to keep the world from ending at the wrong time. Yeah, I wouldn't take the job either.



One of the times they keep returning to is the end of the universe (hmmm....can't imagine why that would interest anyone...) and they keep finding Cassandra. She has become as thin as possible. She is a piece of skin, stretched tight, and has to be misted to keep from drying out. Yet she's happy. She has achieved ultimate “thinhood”, something all of us anorexics long for.



In the episode I'm thinking about, the Doctor takes her back in time, waaaay back to when she looked like she was a human, and shows her hosting a dinner party. IMDB won't give up any of those pictures, (though all the rest of the photo credits go to them) but here's her face, 


and imagine the body to match.  As the doctor is sitting with her as she dies, she says,

"I was really beautiful, wasn't I.”
“Yes, Cassandra, you were. You just didn't know it.”
“Thank you for showing me this before I go.”

I don't remember what happened next because of course my family (of men) is worrying about if the sonic screwdriver will fix the thingamajig long enough to let them get the Tardis back from the end of time vortex to...wherever they were going.

Me? I'm looking at flat Cassandra, about a millimeter thick, and how she thought she'd achieved beauty. And then looking at real Cassandra throwing a dinner party and having a good time. 

So for my trip through the worm hole, I'd go back to myself before I went all nuts, and tell myself I look beautiful. Just the way I was, when I was 14, a size 3, a successful gymnast, with my whole life ahead of me. I'd also tell myself NO.  Do not let what anyone else thinks of your looks influence what YOU think about your looks.  Because looks don't matter. 

We are not the costume we walk around in.  We are what is in our hearts.  Love to those of you out there who really know what I'm talking about.

~Tina




Monday, March 11, 2013

Mike the Malicious Mailman's Partner in Crime


Do you remember my post about Mike the Malicious Mailman? Today's post will help you understand my history of frustration with the USPS if you read that first, and I promise that what I'm adding today will make this post a reasonable length so that you have time to read about Mike. Let me know when you're back.

It seems postal stupidity knows no end. The Engineer runs a thriving eBay business in his “spare” time, so almost every day I have to mail something for him. The hot selling product right now fits in manilla envelope and can be dropped in any mailbox since it's under the 13 oz rule.

The mailbox I most often use is behind my grocery store, but it's in such a ridiculous place. It has one of those “reach out of the car slots” so one can (theoretically) not have to get out of the car. But it's on the right hand side of the street. So you either have your passenger (which isn't often when I'm out running errands while the boys are at school) or drive on the wrong side, or park, walk over, drop your mail. Stupid. Here's what it looks like.




  It's in the alley behind a Safeway shopping center/strip mall type place.





Yesterday, as I'm pulling in (driving the big ole' prison van) there's a mail truck there emptying the mailbox, a grandma who is parked next to the mail truck, so all I can do is pull up behind grandma. The mailwoman is arguing with grandma and won't take the letters she's holding out to her. A person, whose job it is to collect the mail, won't TAKE the mail. She instructs her park and walk back over. So I pull up to her next.

“You won't take my package?”
“NO, we got a call that this mailbox was overflowing, I'm just here to empty it. The other guy comes at 4 to empty it.” (It's 3:48 or so at this time.)
“So I can't hand it to you? To put in that bin right there with all the other mail that was in this mailbox?”
“No. But you can park over there, and come back and put it in the mailbox.”

I'm so ridiculously incensed that this woman, who is standing at my car window, to whom I'm holding out a package WON'T TAKE IT.” However, it has to be mailed. So I park next to Grandma, who is also incensed, and we walk over to the mailbox to put our mail in it and the mailwoman says, “You can just hand those to me.” WTF?

It's no wonder they're thinking about closing the post offices.

P.S Yes - I did drive out in our not as spectacular as they'd said snow storm to bring you these visual aids.  You're welcome.

Friday, March 8, 2013

M.J Made My Day! Inspiring Blogger Award


As most of you regular readers know, it's not exactly been easy around here medically lately, but I just got a special treat which has made my week not quite so horrid. Made me feel content, in fact. It's just that the rules (which I don't mind) and my quest for brevity (which is a flippin' necessity) require me to shorten this acceptance speech, and the number of new recipients I pass this on to.  I know some horrid chain letter thing will happen, but after the pitchfork incident, I'm not too worried.  Bring it ON!

M.J Joachim (who is on staff with the A-Z Challenge, working for Nicole) just gave me this award.


Here are the rules for my acceptance of this award:
  • Display the award logo on your blog post. (check)
  • Link back to the person who nominated you. (check)
  • State 7 things about yourself. (1/2 check)
  • Nominate 15 bloggers to the award. (1/2 check)
  • Notify bloggers of nomination by linking to one of their specific posts, so that they get notified by ping back . (½ check, since I'm nominating 7 not 15 of them)

Some Things About Me...
This is going to be harder than I thought because that tab up there has a lot, and I just wrote my “getting to know your co-hosts”post at The A-Z Blog

But I'm a weird one, so here are still some things I don't think you know about me.
  • I've had 15 surgeries. When I go to a new doctor and fill out their forms, the line for “list any previous surgeries” is about maybe 6” long. I have a spreadsheet I print out and bring with me. I'm medically challenged, but that part you already knew. If you want to know WHAT all those were, you'll have to become my buddy and pinky swear and we'll have to spit on our palms and everything. Ok, some hints. Most are orthopedic. 5 are related to being able to call The Transporter and Our Youngest Teen my children. A tough road. I've broken four bones, but my right wrist alone required 6 of those surgeries. It adds up.

  • I'm a math nerd AND a word nerd. My degree is in math, but I'm a writer too. I was one class away from a minor in English. I know that's a strange right/left brain combination but it's me. I love a good pun, I love a bad pun, I love any pun.  I love word games, I love learning new words, I love finding out the origin of words. I speak 2.1 languages. I don't think all my years of Spanish count if all I can really remember to say is, “Mi chaqueta es roja”. My jacket is red. And probably spelled wrong. Sigh.

  • I love math games. I love figuring out problems that my friends call me with that their children are struggling to figure out and I can help. It's very satisfying. Just wish my boys found my help with homework useful, but NO. I usually get, “But that's not how Mrs. FavoriteTeacherEver does it. Of course not. That's the ultimate beauty of math. Many paths. ONE correct solution. Sigh. I AM a nerd.

  • I'm working on brevity in posting. Just checked. WAAAY over 500 (my personal goal) words. EEK!

Here are my seven nominations. Gotta give the first one to Jeremy, aka

Retro-Z, my buddy, my blog builder, my friend. Best digital artist I've ever met. Look at my blog. It's ME. He built it from scratch, and of course made the Tina's Terrific Team badge. Which of course I think is the best of all of them...Just click on his name and you'll get an intro to his eclectic blog, and his team of minions, er, administrative assistants.


The next 6 nominations for this award are my Tina's Terrific Team Members! I choose them all because I already chose them. As the person in charge of recruiting helpers, I chose my whole team first. Probably cheating, but hey, it was a big job, and lots of quality folks to choose from. So I did. They are all in the sidebar over there underneath that neato badge, but I'll list their names and blogs here too. They all deserve this award for the hard work they've already completed...and because I know what's ahead for them...And of course they have great blogs.  They are in alphabetical order - stuff like that matters to word nerds.

A. J Lauer of Naturally Sweet (I chose her A-Z team member intro post) She has this awesome new book Armageddon  just released where you choose your own ending.  And die in most of them. 

Andrea of Maybe it's Just Me (I picked a post that I thought just described her personality so well) She also has a blog called I Like it On theTable...I'll let you discover why she likes it. I certainly do...

Hilary Melton-Butcher of Positive Letters...inspirationalStories. I picked one of her posts which just tugged at my heart, and totally also shows you who she is.

Jolie du Pre  of Precious Monsters is a published author and super busy yet still willing to work for free. The post I chose is about on of my favorite forms of exercise, and it made me feel good that even though I'm not in her league in publishing, I do at least know how to work out like she does ;-)

JoJo of Tahoma Beadworks and Photography. I chose her intro to the team post because it has great links for those of you STILL MIGHT NOT know what this A-Z thing is we're all talking about.

Last but certainly not least, my new friend Philip aka PV Ariel who hails from India and blogs in his second language (at times, and at other times in native tongue - but his challenge posts will be in English) at philipscom, and is an amazingly hard worker. I chose a post in his native language because it's just such beautiful script. You won't be able to read it, unless you translate (or know the language...) but you'll know what it's about from the pictures. Please do check it out!   


Thanks again, M.J for making me feel special.
~Tina

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Just When You Thought All Was Ok Again...


How would you like to start your morning with:

“I'm fine but the bus got into an accident. Don't call. I'm fine.”

DON'T CALL??? I'M FINE???? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED??

Then I realize...teenager on bus with unknown number of other students. He doesn't want them listening to him talking to his mom. He didn't say, “Don't text.” So we text. Here's the gist from the paper


I do like how the school handled the incident. THE superintendent of transportation called me personally and talked for at least ten minutes answering all my questions.

Later in the day, I got an email from him with the link to the online immediate article. I'm sure our print paper (yes, we still get one...old fashioned and The Swede is a columnist so I like to save the newsprint copies of his articles) will have a bit more info.

My Transporter is fine, though still a bit shaken from the incident. He had thought they'd all be sent home, but another bus picked them up and took them to school. He was sitting sideways in his seat talking to friends so he didn't get any whiplash. Pretty sure the students who were sleeping might not have fared as well...

As to the sleeping thing, this brings up a point I've been wanting to address for a while. Let's take a survey of parents, shall we? Who sleeps latest, your toddler, your elementary school child, your middle school child, or YOUR TEENAGE CHILD? Why do the teenagers have to be on the bus at 6:30 in the morning and the kids who have been running around the house for two hours get picked up at 8? As a former middle school teacher who taught many a first period class, let me tell you: they are not firing on all cylinders at 7:28 in the morning. And what's up with the 7:28? Would it kill you to start at 7:25 or 7:30? You know, NORMAL numbers? Never did quite get that...we ended school at 2:12. Seriously. The elementary kids couldn't burn off three more minutes?? But I digress. Worried and stressed mothers do that.

So my boy who lived, lived again. Can't stop hugging him. And he can't stop coming to find me to talk about random things. Teenage mother/son love is a beautiful thing.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Getting to Know Tina's Terrific Team! Andrea!


    Today please welcome Andrea, another one of Tina's Terrific Team!

    I met also met Andrea during last year's challenge.  I think she must have read all my Swedish lesson posts, because random.org picked her for $25 IKEA gift card give-away I had at the end.  She still hasn't told me what she bought...ahem...

    1. Based on the look on my face, one would think this sweater vest was the most embarrassing


    thing my mother ever made me wear (or perhaps the haircut). I am sure it wasn't, but my kindergarten class picture tells a different story.

    2. The captcha codes make me a bit crazy in the land of blog, but I am also disappointed when folks don't have their emails enabled for comments to be replied to. Full disclosure? I spent months hitting reply in emails from comments that said <noreply-comment@blogger.com> as the address thinking the address was just being hidden from me, and that the comment would still get there. Then I read a post written by someone expressing their frustration over the issue and a dim light went off. I had spent months thinking I was responding to every single comment on by blog...oops!


    3. Last year I signed up for the A-Z Challenge because of the word challenge I think. I don't take many challenges, so it seemed like a safe plan. I really had fun, and decided to try again this year. Not sure what my topics will be, but am fairly certain I cannot manage the alliteration of last year!

    4. I think I have moments when I am still surprised to find that I am not an international singing sensation, although I am not certain rock and roll would have been my gig. My preteen years held more hope for a singer songwriter ballad type of gal. I was unreasonably optimistic as my voice was more of a sing softly in the shower level of quality. 


    5. I do not think I could choose one favorite childhood memory. My memory is fabulous...ask those who know me (some may be more enthused than others about it). Some days this is taxing because the connections move so fast in my brain linking events because they are all there, it seems like, fighting for attention.


    6. I think J is the most underrated letter of the alphabet because I don't believe a lot of people appreciate the trouble it can cause. Sure, you may think that the x, q and z cause trouble on your Scrabble tile holder, but is the j necessarily much easier to place? Very underestimated.

    7. I hate to say it, but I think the letter e might be a bit overrated. Let's face it, the silence is a bit much after awhile. The lack of sound combined with the long sound and short sound? Trouble for young school aged children across the country.


    8. Oh my gosh! The book The Corrections absolutely did not meet my expectations. It had been one of Oprah's first book club selections, and I don't think I have read one since! I choked through that whole book figuring it was going to get better, or I was just a dummy who couldn't figure it out (and hoped a beacon of light would shine on me any minute).

    9. I have too much paper! Every time I get a notification that says something about going paperless I panic and sweat!

    10. My pockets are certainly not the treasure chest of offerings that my purse is, but wearing a jacket at this time of year does open the door for more possibilities. I typically have: tissues, lip balm, a grocery list (not necessarily current), a coupon or two (again, perhaps not current) ,and a hair elastic.

I so love how you let us get to know you better in such and open and honest way. I would never let a picture of me in my worst outfit be published...you are a brave, spunky, funny, wonderful addition to my team. Thanks for being a part of it!

If you want to get to know Andrea better, here are her two blogs

Maybe its just me...  and I like it on the table


Those are great titles...and from what I've had time to read so far, really great blogs.  Especially the table...

~Tina

Friday, March 1, 2013

Friday Flex Time



Been an interesting week...and I don't feel like whining about it. Well that's SO not true. I do feel like whining about, it's just that you don't feel like reading about it. Be glad you haven't had to listen to me...seriously.

So I invented a new feature. I call it Friday Flex Time because it's not quite Tina's Ten Tidbits (which I did for a while) it's more a chance for me to write about what I want to write about.  How is this is different than what you usually do around here and in what way?? Shorter. That should make you concise people very happy. I can hit a topic on my mind, throw a few sentences up there, and be done. Doesn't have to be a long post.

One thing I still can't do is write a short intro...Cheryl! Help!!!!

Does anyone know how to clean antique copper like this?



I inherited this with from Farmor (father's mother – you'll learn a lot more about her when I write my challenge posts about moving to America) If you say "google it" I will scream. Yes, I'm aware of the wealth of info at my finger tips. What I don't have time is to read through all the suggestions for one that ACTUALLY WORKS because I've tried a lot of them and they produce no result. Regale me with your success, please. And thank you.

If you're drinking sake... and spill it, as in pour more in the thimble than it can take, twice in a row, then someone should drive you home. Not that I drank sake this week, or know anyone who did, just thought I'd share this important public service announcement. Why not drive? Because when you get home and get out of the car you'll spill all your precious left-overs in the driveway because you forget that your husbands car is missing that feature which lets the door stay open while you get out...so just sayin'. Be careful out there.

I know this will offend hordes of you.. but hear me out before you scream at me. Which you may do. I screamed at you about the google and the copper...When you name your child, please use the conventional spelling. You have no idea what it's like for a teacher to have Megan, Mehgan, Meggin, and Meagen all in the same class. AND, if you don't care about the teachers, think about the grandparents. How will they ever buy them a personalized tacky souvenir with their precious grandchild's name on it?

Oh, and Dear God,
Please give me less teachable moments with my children. I don't have it in me for anymore this week.
Best regards,
Tina