I mentioned earlier that I am not a great fan of horses. Ok, there is one animal I don't like.
Monkeys. They are creepy, nasty, things that spook the **** out of me.
Auntie had a monkey. Why, I don't know, but she kept it in a cage in the kitchen. I really didn't think much about it, until one time I walked in, and for some reason, the little demon was angry with me. I started to go to the table, when something flew past my face. I jumped back, looked, and realized there was a turd stuck to the wall. That was followed by another, and screeching that wouldn't be out of place in a horror movie. I grabbed what I needed on the table, and ran out, while poo missiles were zinging around me.
I didn't go back into the kitchen...
I think Auntie finally got rid of the monkey. I don't know if it died, she sold it, gave it away, what. But I think the little monster probably would still be flinging poo, if it were still around...
I wish I could say that my opinion has eased over the years, but no. I hope that they are happy and free in the jungles or where ever they are supposed to naturally be, (especially the ones that hot tub when it snows), but pets? Not for me... (shudder!)
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Friday, April 15, 2016
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
M is for...
Mountain.
Husband and I love to wander around up in the hills near our home. I try and remember to take a camera, because it can make for some nice shots. It had been foggy all morning when we traveled up to the top of this hill, and then the sun broke out to the view. It just makes me appreciate the area I live in.
Have to say, mountains can be... spooky, at times, though. Husband and I went to visit his Mom and Dad, who were in Missouri at the time. We took the bus, and were headed over the Great Divide. The bus driver had been very pointed about the schedule, bellowing that we needed to get going at each stop after what seemed a very scant time.
We started up, and soon hit the snow line. And it was evening. And snowing.
Hard.
I watched as traffic lessened, and it became slower as well. Big rigs, a few cars, and a couple RV's travelling along the route with us. We came to a slight bend in the road, and there, laying on its side, was a an RV.
The snow picked up, making it look like some sort of psychotic pillow fight outside. And since we were sitting near the front, I could see the driver, gripping the steering wheel like he was going to tear it out of the dash.
Everyone was silent, which was only adding to the less than jovial atmosphere.
Long straight shot, and there were more vehicles on the side of the road, along with the red and blue flashing haze of police cars directing people around wrecks.
We finally arrived at the next bus station, and the driver stopped the bus, opened the doors, and piped up, "I am stopping here for 30 minutes, I don't CARE what the schedule says!"
3 cigarettes later, he finally came back to a shade that looked human, if a little on the green side.
(Actually, he wasn't the only one that I noticed that was calming themselves by smoking... Being a non-smoker, I just found a vending machine, and managed a lukewarm brackishness that was passed off as tea. At that point, I didn't care.)
We made it the rest of the way safely, but to this day, I am wondering how the pioneers did that trip. We had a lot more horses...
Have to say, mountains can be... spooky, at times, though. Husband and I went to visit his Mom and Dad, who were in Missouri at the time. We took the bus, and were headed over the Great Divide. The bus driver had been very pointed about the schedule, bellowing that we needed to get going at each stop after what seemed a very scant time.
We started up, and soon hit the snow line. And it was evening. And snowing.
Hard.
I watched as traffic lessened, and it became slower as well. Big rigs, a few cars, and a couple RV's travelling along the route with us. We came to a slight bend in the road, and there, laying on its side, was a an RV.
The snow picked up, making it look like some sort of psychotic pillow fight outside. And since we were sitting near the front, I could see the driver, gripping the steering wheel like he was going to tear it out of the dash.
Everyone was silent, which was only adding to the less than jovial atmosphere.
Long straight shot, and there were more vehicles on the side of the road, along with the red and blue flashing haze of police cars directing people around wrecks.
We finally arrived at the next bus station, and the driver stopped the bus, opened the doors, and piped up, "I am stopping here for 30 minutes, I don't CARE what the schedule says!"
3 cigarettes later, he finally came back to a shade that looked human, if a little on the green side.
(Actually, he wasn't the only one that I noticed that was calming themselves by smoking... Being a non-smoker, I just found a vending machine, and managed a lukewarm brackishness that was passed off as tea. At that point, I didn't care.)
We made it the rest of the way safely, but to this day, I am wondering how the pioneers did that trip. We had a lot more horses...
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Well, I am going to be busy doing typing for a bit. I will be giving a speech for a group on avoiding scams. I had a speaker lined up, but she dropped out, so I, very begrudgingly, volunteered. I have a pretty good handle on it, I think... Except I have a great huge expanse of time, and I really feel that I don't even need more than half of it. Can we say "padding", folks? Yoiks! Oh, well. I don't feel like I have to curl up in the fetal position and sob yet, so I think I will do okay.
At least until I have to give the speech...
I also need to type up a bi-monthly newsletter that goes out to several groups in the county. That is kind of fun, but I am also advertising... My speech next month. Yay.
Then, I want to write up a short series of articles that I want to give to the Sheriff's Office. I have considered doing this a couple times, but haven't sat to figure out what to write. One of the other volunteers commented that it could be a good recruiting tool, and we need recruits at the moment.
So, guess who will be writing tomorrow, when not doing the week's housework?
Friday, April 15, 2011
M. Medical School Tour.
I went to a new Med School being built in our area today. (Timing's everything, huh?) I sometimes help as a volunteer at the local hospital, and so I was invited to see the new building, (new, as in there were still workers painting and putting up ceiling tiles), and get an idea of what they will "do" there. I forgot the camera, so no pics. Sorry. Grr.
The school is part of Western University of Health Sciences, (Osteopathic Medicine). I know very little about this except that it looks like we will have about a hundred or so students studying, and they are hiring now. (I heard most of this on the tour.)
I have decided, however, that I must not be quite normal. (Like that's a surprise...) During the tour, we went around to the differing areas of the school, such as the class rooms, conference/meeting areas, the lunch room (I counted 6 microwaves and as many refrigerators... Wow!), and so on. This is part and parcel of any big school. But then we went to the actual 'hands on' study area. The guide said that the room would have groups from 6 to 8 studying cadavers. Everyone went 'eew'. Except me.
Um.
I thought it sounded pretty interesting, if I didn't have to smell it. Besides, what else are they going to study, Betsy Blow Up dolls?
Then we saw the freezer that they will keep the cadavers in. You could easily park a small TRUCK in that freezer!
We then walked around the Administrative area. The funny thing was, they had this beautiful half moon window with brickwork around it, for the semi-mucky-mucks. Then you went into the High-mucky-mucks room, (the cliche' of a corner office with a view), and quite frankly, I liked the semi-mucks room better! The big difference? Semi mucks have to go out to use the rest room, the High Mucks have a built in loo in the back of the office.
A funny mentioned. High Mucks room looks over a large expanse of presently muddy ground, soon to be seeded and planted in trees, from what I understand. However, we all noticed lot of tracks allll over the mud. The guide said that, yes, there were two 10 year old girls that were running barefoot through the mud, and were heavily disappointed when the foreman told them to leave. (And it looks like they must have been doing flamenco, or practicing a barn dance, as many tracks as we saw from above...) One of others mentioned that she bet the Mom wouldn't want to deal with the mud. The guide answered, no, we suspect the Mom sent them over...
(??!?)
We finished up at the front area of the building, and there was this expanse of wall just covered in greenery. I commented it was sure a lovely entry focal point. Yes, said the guide, but it's more than that, this green stuff isn't the important part.
Turns out, the greenery is part of an air cleaning system. The plants are embedded in a foam like wall, and kept growing hydroponically. The important part is that the plants get a good root system established. The air from the school is pushed through the wall, and the roots take out the formaldehyde, and all the other 'air crap' (my words), and there's a UV light involved some how, that cleans too, so the air is returned clean. I am given to understand this is the 2nd one on the West Coast. We missed being first by 2 days. Google beat us with the green wall system.
We're number 2! Wooo! Heh.
So, I am hoping for the best for the school, and I want to find out if I can be a "practice patient". They have people studying to practice get video taped working with faux patients. I think that would be an interesting thing. (I think I have this odd dramatic streak...)
Oh, and M. Mental...
I was cleaning house yesterday, and I wear my MP3 player. I was vacuuming, so I was wearing sound reducing headphones over them. I had a song on I particularly like, so I was dancing about, vacuuming to it. All the sudden, I hear "EXCUSE ME!" I turn around, and FIL is standing behind me, looking highly confused.
I smiled, "What's up?" He needed to borrow some salt. He kept looking at me as if he wasn't quite sure what I was doing.
And you know what, I decided, dang it, I don't need to explain myself. And I didn't. He sure kept shaking his head as he left... Hee hee hee! Keepin' 'em confused.
I also found out a local group needs victims and dead bodies for a CERT class, I would really like to help, but it's at night, so I don't know if I want to participate.
(But wouldn't that look good on my resume' for my future goal of being a dead body on CSI: ?)
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The school is part of Western University of Health Sciences, (Osteopathic Medicine). I know very little about this except that it looks like we will have about a hundred or so students studying, and they are hiring now. (I heard most of this on the tour.)
I have decided, however, that I must not be quite normal. (Like that's a surprise...) During the tour, we went around to the differing areas of the school, such as the class rooms, conference/meeting areas, the lunch room (I counted 6 microwaves and as many refrigerators... Wow!), and so on. This is part and parcel of any big school. But then we went to the actual 'hands on' study area. The guide said that the room would have groups from 6 to 8 studying cadavers. Everyone went 'eew'. Except me.
Um.
I thought it sounded pretty interesting, if I didn't have to smell it. Besides, what else are they going to study, Betsy Blow Up dolls?
Then we saw the freezer that they will keep the cadavers in. You could easily park a small TRUCK in that freezer!
We then walked around the Administrative area. The funny thing was, they had this beautiful half moon window with brickwork around it, for the semi-mucky-mucks. Then you went into the High-mucky-mucks room, (the cliche' of a corner office with a view), and quite frankly, I liked the semi-mucks room better! The big difference? Semi mucks have to go out to use the rest room, the High Mucks have a built in loo in the back of the office.
A funny mentioned. High Mucks room looks over a large expanse of presently muddy ground, soon to be seeded and planted in trees, from what I understand. However, we all noticed lot of tracks allll over the mud. The guide said that, yes, there were two 10 year old girls that were running barefoot through the mud, and were heavily disappointed when the foreman told them to leave. (And it looks like they must have been doing flamenco, or practicing a barn dance, as many tracks as we saw from above...) One of others mentioned that she bet the Mom wouldn't want to deal with the mud. The guide answered, no, we suspect the Mom sent them over...
(??!?)
We finished up at the front area of the building, and there was this expanse of wall just covered in greenery. I commented it was sure a lovely entry focal point. Yes, said the guide, but it's more than that, this green stuff isn't the important part.
Turns out, the greenery is part of an air cleaning system. The plants are embedded in a foam like wall, and kept growing hydroponically. The important part is that the plants get a good root system established. The air from the school is pushed through the wall, and the roots take out the formaldehyde, and all the other 'air crap' (my words), and there's a UV light involved some how, that cleans too, so the air is returned clean. I am given to understand this is the 2nd one on the West Coast. We missed being first by 2 days. Google beat us with the green wall system.
We're number 2! Wooo! Heh.
So, I am hoping for the best for the school, and I want to find out if I can be a "practice patient". They have people studying to practice get video taped working with faux patients. I think that would be an interesting thing. (I think I have this odd dramatic streak...)
Oh, and M. Mental...
I was cleaning house yesterday, and I wear my MP3 player. I was vacuuming, so I was wearing sound reducing headphones over them. I had a song on I particularly like, so I was dancing about, vacuuming to it. All the sudden, I hear "EXCUSE ME!" I turn around, and FIL is standing behind me, looking highly confused.
I smiled, "What's up?" He needed to borrow some salt. He kept looking at me as if he wasn't quite sure what I was doing.
And you know what, I decided, dang it, I don't need to explain myself. And I didn't. He sure kept shaking his head as he left... Hee hee hee! Keepin' 'em confused.
I also found out a local group needs victims and dead bodies for a CERT class, I would really like to help, but it's at night, so I don't know if I want to participate.
(But wouldn't that look good on my resume' for my future goal of being a dead body on CSI: ?)
x x
>
O
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