Tresa's Blog

What happens with moving people and a cell phone camera

To protect the lives of the innocent, names have been changed and places disguised.  Really?  I don’t want to get into trouble with anyone so everything is so very thinly disguised it might as well be in something from Victoria’s Secret.  Paranoid perhaps but have you ever had the elderly Gestapo after you? …………………………………… I didn’t think so.

My grandson is the arrow.  The elderly Gestapo watching us is the circle.  In the picture above silly, my grandson really isn’t an arrow?

It all started @ a State  Wrestling Championship @ our local university last year. (This is the fourth year my grandson has gone to the state championships, he’s good but he’s never won) We were turned away @ the door last year @ the other building because horror of horrors we had brought snacks in to a sporting event.  If you go to enough games and tournaments you learn to carry food and entertainment with you, trust me.  We ditched the contraband and went back in but we knew the deal.  We also knew we could be stuck there all day with $4 pretzels and $3 candy bars, I was afraid to ask how much hamburgers were but ice cream was $7 for about ¾ of a cup.  The economy is having no trouble @ THOSE snack bars.  To make matters worse I believe we were prohibited from leaving this year and returning so if you did go get fast food to save a buck you wouldn’t save anything because you would have to pay $8 every time you walked back in the door.  In previous years we could leave and go shopping or eat in between matches.

If anyone wants to say I’m making fun of the whole thing go ahead but the opening ceremonies were great.  Maybe it was just seeing so many kids marching in or the Olympic like music but it was better than I thought it would be.  The wrestling was getting more interesting all the time.  We were so involved in watching a girl wrestle that we almost missed my grandson wrestling.  I cry when he wins not when he looses?  Where is the logic in that?

The meet was in a different building so I was blissfully unaware that I wasn’t allowed to bring food in (or I could pretend, I do blissfully unaware so well I should have and Oscar). So being a red blooded American what did I do???  Loaded my purse with 4 cheese sticks of course. (I’ve been known to exist most of a day on cheese sticks)  Somehow the cheese sticks weren’t under the camera and the huge wallet and the other little purse that holds my phone in my dear OLD fossil (I’m not kidding it really is a fossil purse, purchased on sale @ Dillards in Alabama), (donations toward a new classic purse accepted) they were on TOP when the ticket taker said she had to look in my purse, she was searching for food, not weapons, not bombs, food.  She was elderly.  She was nice.  I saw no wastebasket I swear.  She said get rid of the cheese sticks, she said you really aren’t supposed to have cheese sticks, you really should get rid of the cheese sticks, every time she said it I could tell her resolve was getting a bit weaker.  I say this lady was elderly she was probably in her 60s and since I’m in my 50s this is pushing the elderly barrier (we had yet to learn the true length and breadth of the Elderly Gestapo’s reach, she was my first test).  Anyway my daughter said there was a trash can there but I didn’t see it.  I really can’t say what happened next but no one ever ate the cheese sticks.  I did see people dumping candy from large plastic bags into smaller plastic bags when we got in there so evidently they hid their food better than I did.  (I do blissfully unaware very well, sneaky is not my forte` evidently).  Just call me Don Quixote or the rebel without a cause.

So we are in.  I ate a soft pretzel, it was like $4.  There was a small disagreement about the banners for our school being in the wrong place.  Our schools banners were somehow in a stairwell if they were hanging facing out toward the arena according to the Gestapo’s rule interpretation.  Our banners did not make it early to be hung because they took a tour of the state capitol.  Why you ask?  Well some of us are directionally challenged or don’t listen, take your pick.  So who comes around and tells us this?  Another member of the elderly Gestapo, a large grey haired man.  Some members of our party tried the nod your head and smile so they will go away tactic on him and Mr. Elderly Gestapo may have gotten the idea our group was slightly brain damaged (and he didn’t even know about the tour of the state capitol).  We won’t go into what happened next but Mr. Elderly Gestapo was not impressed by logic or red faces.

A member of the Gestapo who looked capable of running had stationed herself in front of us.  Another was to our left, and another slightly lower, they seemed to be keeping an eye on us.  I kept asking what purpose these people served as they seemed to be monitors but they were not strong enough to actually stop most of the people in there from doing ANYTHING, (we were @ a wrestling tournament mind you, those kids got the ability to wrestle from somewhere and those people were sitting in the stands) and since it was a large public event I thought maybe they were something like pseudo homeland security too but they were not going to even be a speed bump to a terrorist or a 6 year old child.  (writing this I could picture a terrorist @ a wrestling tournament being torn limb from limb restrained by angry parents and grandparents)

I kept spouting about the elderly Gestapo and why they were watching us and my daughter finally said the Elderly Gestapo’s mission was really to stop all of those people who were going to whip out a fully cooked turkey and have Thanksgiving dinner @ the wrestling tournament because obviously that was a big fear of the Gestapo’s.

So that is the story of the elderly Gestapo and the wrestling tournament.  No Elderly Gestapo were harmed in the telling of this story but if I were you I’d watch what I ate in front of gray haired people with folded arms and aqua polo shirts.  Anyone who wants to get offended about my use of Elderly Gestapo go right ahead, don’t believe me.  When they appear with sunglasses on and their little polo shirts on every street corner don’t say I didn’t try to warn you when they take away your twinkie.

This is humor.  Anyone who thinks it is anything else but that is in sorry need of some sort of drugs, therapy, or perhaps a lobotomy?  I love wrestling, the university, and all that, maybe not so much the Gestapo though.

Can’t comment for a day or two, things I HAVE to take care of.  I will be back online soon.  OK I’m online but working…….like real work, website work.

I battled with at&t this morning. I had been near the Mexican border, got a message about data costing more. Phone quit working. Tried to get in touch with att with email and text since I couldn’t call, finally my daughter called them and they said for me to call them. Phone wouldn’t call and that’s why I was texting. Long story short if you see other providers towers like tex mex or movistar (I’m not kidding) near the Mexican border turn your phone OFF. I won but they said it was the only time. $199 for a few emails and texts that resulted in bad advice from them. Sheesh. Glad I won.
And if you haven’t been keeping up with the Perils of Pauline UPS lost a package that had an invoice in it and some other paperwork worth $1500. Not a good thing, then the company I sent it to decided they had found it, JUST KIDDING, they didn’t find it, now I have to TRY and explain this to UPS. We have duplicates now but being minus $1500 for a month hurts rather badly right now.

Oh, now get this, I can’t talk to UPS all representatives are busy and my cell keeps cutting out.  So I’m emailing.  They ask for a reference number I don’t have so I go to one of their emails to see if I could find it.  THE EMAILS ARE NOT FROM UPS.  There’s a virus or trojan in them, never found it before because I never opened their attachements, avast caught it right away but sheeesssh……So if you get an email from UPS that says you mailed a package, and it wasn’t delivered?  Maybe you should just delete it.

I can’t remember the lyrics to the song.  That should be a relief although you all have never had the agony of hearing me sing.

There’s a book by C. E. Morgan, All the Living, came out last year, audio this year.  We listened to it a week or so ago in the truck.  It’s a decent book.  My husband will do chick flicks and read Oprah books, yes with his baseball cap and cowboy boots, but this isn’t exactly chick lit.  All the Living is just a pretty good book.

That said there’s a phrase in it that I remember so very well.  Something about you get rid of the loving you’ve got because it seems too hard and go after what you think is easier loving.   Then you find out there’s nothing there where you thought there was easy lovin.

How many of us (100%) can say we’ve been guilty of thoughts like this?   I don’t know how to say this without saying something I don’t mean but my husband and I don’t always have easy loving.  It’s sort of like I can talk bad about him and tell him how horrible he is but no one else had better criticize him because they would be WRONG.  I’ve often wondered about this.  Second marriages are supposed to be more fragile than first, we’ve lasted almost 20 years so it’s sort of a success, especially with all the cards we had stacked against us.  The loving isn’t always easy but it’s strong,  get your mind out of the gutter if it’s there.   Talking frankly we’ve had months where I wouldn’t give you a plugged nickle for him.  Then he turns around and insists we take care of my dad with Alzheimers or tells me I’m prettier than some movie star just in passing conversation so I know he actually means it.  Or he calls me 10 times a day, or practically jumps up and down when I say I will go with him in the truck.  Or I look @ the car he insisted on buying me, (I wish he hadn’t we are STILL paying for it but the thought was there).

I knew when I was a teenager that there were boys and men whom I could walk all over.  Do anything to and they would come back for more.  That would have been EASY lovin and that’s who some of the marriage “experts” and my mother thought I should marry.  I knew life would be duller than dishwater with them.  I was also doing myself a favor by not letting myself be the manipulative b**** I knew I could be.  I was also doing those other guys a BIG favor by not marrying them.  So the easy loving isn’t always the best thing for everyone.  Sometimes it’s hard but if you pull through it’s better than anything else you could have had or @ least I think so.

Anyway that’s what I thought about that book and the message it gives.  It’s worth reading.  I think it would be good required reading before you get married or before you are allowed to divorce.  I know that’s simplistic but it might cause some people to think.

OK, I’m getting dsl from my cousins wireless connection right?  I’m on xp on a desktop and using a wireless adapter hung by the back door on a nail in line with her router.  (highly sophisticated systems we run here don’t you worry)  Her house is probably not 300 yards away.   I also had to cut cedar tree branches that were hanging down and in the way but not it works when it rains or the wind blows…. LOL

Phone tech guy that ho0ked up the dsl said we couldn’t do it get the dsl wireless router to go to my house up the hill.  My house was too far away. ( Linksys wireless b 2.4 adapter $16 on ebay works like a charm, she had my satellite down there previously but she paid for it, long story)  HERE is the rub.  It meaning my wireless little tv screen in the system tray has a red x on it.  NOT CONNECTED right.  But here I am.  It says not connected @ the top of the wireless network box like where you check for wireless networks, then IN the box it says network requires a key and you are connected and the button @ the bottom says disconnect?!!  The 1394 connection is connected, I used to used my laptop as a wireless access point which may be why it’s connected?

So what’s the deal?  It works and works, if I don’t do anything for awhile it disconnects, then it shows automatic, and a weak signal and connect, I go change the wep number, well I really don’t change it just paste it again and voila…….

I can teach my husband how to reconnect etc. but I would really like to know why I’m not connected and have no status… I feel like a non person……if I don’t comment on your blog I’m not here….firefox just crashed 2 times, this could get interesting….

I like those….did ya notice?

BUT my mouse is working like a charm, watch and I will hit publish….

This is probably way old but 100 things to do in an elevator. I like the horse one, are you Ok in there, and bad touch in particular.  Read it, you’ll know of which I speak.

I’m think you should go read this article about Todd and Sarah Palin.  Just saying……

Blatant Sales Pitch: My husband only wears 501’s, he’s 60 and still looks great if you ignore the belly pretty good.  Just saying….  Also there’s a link down @ the bottom of the page on the right side.  Not sure how much I can say but if you like me click on one of my links to Amazon either her or on one of my other blogs.   If you need to look for something on Amazon  that is and I will make money if you buy and it won’t cost you any extra.  I will also get to continue blogging.  The world is sort of insisting I become like productive again.

If we continue home I’m sure my day won’t be so boring, we had snow there all day yesterday.  Unplowed driveway, getting in the first hump is bad enough, my father had the little hill blacktopped, now it’s slicker than gravel.  There’s another hill down by the real farmstead…….my husband named off the buildings and cars we were sliding toward last week when we came back up it, if it was in the mountains and longer they wouldn’t let trucks on it.

Never again will I say I’m bored, the water pump started leaking as I was writing that.  I won’t bore you with details but we are limping home and God Bless the motel staff @ the motel north of Savanna, OK.  They let us walk through their extremely clean motel and fill up all the milk and water jugs miss obsessive compulsive had hoarded.  Also if you can ever buy a Cummins motor do it.  Their warranties are outstanding.  You don’t know the feeling of helplessness you get when the truck stops and you are in the middle of no where with no water, it stops a long time before the water level gets so low as to get hot.  Yes we just put in a new water pump, that’s why cummins warrantied it!

Oh and my mouse problems?  75% were due to the mouse shorting out DUHHHHH on my part.  Using the other mouse, life is grand.

So how is your weekend going?

Let’s get this straight, I’m like pretty sure I’m not sick so this is just a post OK?  The song thing and the rest I sort of came up with to torture my kids because I managed to raise some strait laced children?  I can hear the older one say “oh Mother” cuz she knows I hate to be called Mother for various reasons.  If you can’t take black humor, don’t read anymore, you have been warned.

I’ve sort of been holding back on you all, I thought if you knew how shall we say strange I really was you would maybe run screaming.

Now I’ve decided I must reveal the truth.

I’ve sort of planned my funeral.

Don’t get all morbid on me, OK?  I say that OK as a question quite a bit don’t I?

First of all some members of my family have been cremated.  Me? Not so much.  For some reason it just doesn’t seem right.  Now you will be really surprised @ my thought.  I would make good fertilizer.  Like ground up and sort of scattered over the garden?  Think of the pilgrims and the fish.   Same thing.

I don’t want to be embalmed.  But they need to make sure I’m really dead, especially if we go through with the fertilizer thing.  (you do know you can’t even start a family graveyard anymore don’t you?)  And if they do bury me take my wedding ring off and take all my organs, anything useful GET IT.

Any flowers wreaths etc. in fact the whole funeral thing leaves me cold.  NOPE, I wouldn’t mind a party though, a last hoo rah, I wouldn’t be there but we could have like pictures, not taken of me but of me alive (sicko, although my family does do the dead people picture thing, it’s stopping with THIS generation I tell ya).   I would prefer people feel free to celebrate as they want.  I pictured a cauldron in the garden behind the house that had been fertilized by me and maybe some wild dancing by moonlight and moonshine, but that’s just me.  (I am kidding about that last part, it was a bad dream I had)  But a really wild party with nothing actually burning or being wrecked would be appropriate.

Regarding the funeral music because they have all told me I will be dead and they will do what they durn well please so I suppose I will have a funeral so I might as well have the music I want?  Right? Right!

1. I can’t get no satisfaction, Rolling Stones, my daughters would dance to this when they were toddlers
2. Take it Easy, Eagles, my mantra, that and lusting after the Eagles
3. House of the Rising Sun, Animals, mostly because I can play it
4. And last but not least…… Sympathy for the Devil, Rolling Stones.  The title says it all.

I get into the last song and people (my nosy interfering dear family) are usually telling me I’m NOT getting my way, blah blah blah, they will tell the grandkids because they are the ones who will end up taking car of me.  That’s when I stop and plug my fingers in my ears and start singing loudly because I AM a grown up you know?  AND you know what I sing don’t you?

No Silly, not my funeral songs, Chantilly Lace, it’s a good drown out annoying brats my family song!

I am sitting in the truck in Laredo TX and there are other trucks here waiting to unload in the morning. One is staring @ me.  A man not the truck, I don’t know if trucks can stare.  WHY is he staring?

1. Because he can’t see too well.

2. He wants to ask for instructions as to how this place works like the 4 did last week.  If I set and work on the computer in front I must have a neon sign that says, directions, instructions, free!!!

3. There is nothing else to stare @ except buildings and a gravel lot on one side and Mexico on the other.

4. He thinks I’m ravishingly beautiful because @ 30 feet you can’t see the grey roots or creases, we won’t call them wrinkles, OK?

Husband is asleep in the back. Anyway could someone please make that guy quit staring. I’ll do the finger cross thing in a minute and start hissing.

15 minutes have passed in your lives now.  And in mine…….

If you’ve managed to stay with me all the way my husband knew the guy staring.  Male Half  just took the great and wonderful Dis for a walk.  Big man and a little fluffy dog.  Sort of like fat man in a little coat?