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I took German so all my French is Pepe lePew (much like my hair, but that's another story) what I'm alluding to with my little Homeland reference is the CIAesque way in which UPS delivered a box to me with nothing in it but a laptop. OOOOOHHH!! VERY MYSTERIOUS!! Don't get me wrong. I am thrilled to have a device primarily my own to call dibs on with some reasonable expectation of it's availability and status. Learning (or being forced to learn but who cares?) to use our other devices for a few days was good cross training for me. Painstakingly writing words like painstakingly on the I-Pad took soooo long but now I know to do it and use the texting . Remember people I have lost almost all appendage use in fine motor skills except for the use of my right hand, and I'm a South Paw. Where my daily comment about hunger /sleep/pain, (I am OK with all three thank you very much) usually prompts my folks to send out some Werther's (Hard Candies), maybe some Pepperidge Farms Shortbread Something Or Others. And my mom was sending me real Steiff Teddy Bears.
So today I get a shoebox with crackers and an article about real bears, so I guess I see where I rate in the big schematic of my mom and dad's universe'. If I'm not churning out that daily love fest I get a shoebox with Ritz Crackers. I hate Ritz Crackers. Nothing is ever better when it sits on a Ritz. Was it Coco Chanel or my mom who said "You can never be too rich or too thin." and "Heart Healthy" Ritz Crackers suck! Hard! So, if it means I'm spoiled I don't care. I don't like those crackers now I didn't like them when I was little. If they are "Heart Healthy" that just means they'll taste worse than the regular pieces of dough some machine spews out by the bazillion for the masses.
Last month, I received teddy bears, caramels and cookies in Priority Shipping, now I'm gettin' a shoebox with crackers. Do you see a pattern emerging? I do! Better keep those grades up Trojan Man, you never know when you'll be demoted by Mom(Just kidding, Trojan Mom) Or maybe you know exactly when, either way a shoebox full of crackers and bear media is not good!
Whoa! I'm not sure, but I think I've been downgraded? Mom, Ritz? Really? Why not Underwood "devilled" ham(whatever that is) or the cheese that gets sprayed out of a can? My mom knows how I picky I can be about food - she's twice as picky as I ever was! What I learned about food from my mother was that it was a necessary evil. My mother instilled in me from an early age that the world was full of delicious food and I couldn't eat all of it. It's always given me power over anything as silly as hunger just knowing that every day you were going to have to locate more food, make it edible, eat it, pay for it, and this process will be required several times daily, forever! Ha! Doesn't sound so great anymore does it? All that endless consuming! Yuk! My mother taught me the value of enjoyment - I only eat things I really like. I like Gummi Bears, German Haribo bears.
Do you know why they invented Teddy Bears? Besides Teddy Roosevelt? They came up with the idea, in part, because real bears are fairly unpleasant! They are really strong. really hungry, not too smart and very smelly. Real bears loiter around trashcans and campsites and often have to be relocated. Not Teddy Bears! I adore Teddy bears! I collected Steiff Bears for years and will pass them along to that person who "gets them". My maternal grandmother gave me my first Teddy Bear, a mohair Steiff, and he's had "a little work done" and he doesn't growl anymore but neither do I, and I still have him!
I had my share of Barbie Dolls but no baby dolls only bears, teddy bears are really cute. Case in point: "Ted" is a movie about what would happen if your brother/son/husband/boyfriend grew up with his favorite plush teddy bear, And Seth McFarlane gets away with murder because the bear is so darned cute. Weird Sex? Strippers? Afternoon Bong Hits? Flash Gordon? It's all adorable coming from a Teddy Bear! R-rated, but adorable! I mean, come on, that teddy bear hoisting himself up into a chair on Johnny Carson, was too cute, and can we talk about Mila Kunis? She always cracks me up/breaks my heart. But the core of the story, the suspension of disbelief, is the relationship between the dude (Mark Wahlberg) and his bear (Ted!)
Fair warning: If you don't find teddys the least bit compelling, this movie is not for you. Having my best teddy bear come to life and always be with me? I would love that. A pot-smoking, hooker-addicted Southie? Not so much. But it's a Teddy Bear! AWWW! OK, he's still adorable and the kids still can't watch his fuzzy butt! Now that we have that settled...
A couple of weeks ago my cat parked herself on my old computer and pried off a letter somehow. We have several devices and I was perfectly happy to wait until we got a new computer but I wasn't able to send off my daily missives to my mom for a few days.
A solitary box arrived without a packing slip or return address. Inside was a laptop preloaded with a bunch of apps and nothing else! Lucky for me Patient Spouse knew how to fire that up with no attachments required. I know my mom & dad are responsible for making sure that I have my own device to compose from. And so far I'm ranting up a storm! I'm not exactly sure who is responsible for the covert manner in which it was shipped, it could be completely unintentional, maybe it just seemed covert. That's my dad's style, he just shows up no fanfare no heads up. My mother tends to include some note of explanation or bear or story about bears. So though this might be the handiwork of some three letter American acronym, I'm pretty sure my parents are behind the laptop mystery. I have this weird idea that I have something to "say" using this format. I don't know exactly what or for how long but lately when I ask questions of this nature they go unanswered. But you guys know me: as long as I can I'll keep asking...
I took German so all my French is Pepe lePew (much like my hair, but that's another story) what I'm alluding to with my little Homeland reference is the CIAesque way in which UPS delivered a box to me with nothing in it but a laptop. OOOOOHHH!! VERY MYSTERIOUS!! Don't get me wrong. I am thrilled to have a device primarily my own to call dibs on with some reasonable expectation of it's availability and status. Learning (or being forced to learn but who cares?) to use our other devices for a few days was good cross training for me. Painstakingly writing words like painstakingly on the I-Pad took soooo long but now I know to do it and use the texting . Remember people I have lost almost all appendage use in fine motor skills except for the use of my right hand, and I'm a South Paw. Where my daily comment about hunger /sleep/pain, (I am OK with all three thank you very much) usually prompts my folks to send out some Werther's (Hard Candies), maybe some Pepperidge Farms Shortbread Something Or Others. And my mom was sending me real Steiff Teddy Bears.
So today I get a shoebox with crackers and an article about real bears, so I guess I see where I rate in the big schematic of my mom and dad's universe'. If I'm not churning out that daily love fest I get a shoebox with Ritz Crackers. I hate Ritz Crackers. Nothing is ever better when it sits on a Ritz. Was it Coco Chanel or my mom who said "You can never be too rich or too thin." and "Heart Healthy" Ritz Crackers suck! Hard! So, if it means I'm spoiled I don't care. I don't like those crackers now I didn't like them when I was little. If they are "Heart Healthy" that just means they'll taste worse than the regular pieces of dough some machine spews out by the bazillion for the masses.
Last month, I received teddy bears, caramels and cookies in Priority Shipping, now I'm gettin' a shoebox with crackers. Do you see a pattern emerging? I do! Better keep those grades up Trojan Man, you never know when you'll be demoted by Mom(Just kidding, Trojan Mom) Or maybe you know exactly when, either way a shoebox full of crackers and bear media is not good!
Whoa! I'm not sure, but I think I've been downgraded? Mom, Ritz? Really? Why not Underwood "devilled" ham(whatever that is) or the cheese that gets sprayed out of a can? My mom knows how I picky I can be about food - she's twice as picky as I ever was! What I learned about food from my mother was that it was a necessary evil. My mother instilled in me from an early age that the world was full of delicious food and I couldn't eat all of it. It's always given me power over anything as silly as hunger just knowing that every day you were going to have to locate more food, make it edible, eat it, pay for it, and this process will be required several times daily, forever! Ha! Doesn't sound so great anymore does it? All that endless consuming! Yuk! My mother taught me the value of enjoyment - I only eat things I really like. I like Gummi Bears, German Haribo bears.
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I had my share of Barbie Dolls but no baby dolls only bears, teddy bears are really cute. Case in point: "Ted" is a movie about what would happen if your brother/son/husband/boyfriend grew up with his favorite plush teddy bear, And Seth McFarlane gets away with murder because the bear is so darned cute. Weird Sex? Strippers? Afternoon Bong Hits? Flash Gordon? It's all adorable coming from a Teddy Bear! R-rated, but adorable! I mean, come on, that teddy bear hoisting himself up into a chair on Johnny Carson, was too cute, and can we talk about Mila Kunis? She always cracks me up/breaks my heart. But the core of the story, the suspension of disbelief, is the relationship between the dude (Mark Wahlberg) and his bear (Ted!)
Fair warning: If you don't find teddys the least bit compelling, this movie is not for you. Having my best teddy bear come to life and always be with me? I would love that. A pot-smoking, hooker-addicted Southie? Not so much. But it's a Teddy Bear! AWWW! OK, he's still adorable and the kids still can't watch his fuzzy butt! Now that we have that settled...
A couple of weeks ago my cat parked herself on my old computer and pried off a letter somehow. We have several devices and I was perfectly happy to wait until we got a new computer but I wasn't able to send off my daily missives to my mom for a few days.
A solitary box arrived without a packing slip or return address. Inside was a laptop preloaded with a bunch of apps and nothing else! Lucky for me Patient Spouse knew how to fire that up with no attachments required. I know my mom & dad are responsible for making sure that I have my own device to compose from. And so far I'm ranting up a storm! I'm not exactly sure who is responsible for the covert manner in which it was shipped, it could be completely unintentional, maybe it just seemed covert. That's my dad's style, he just shows up no fanfare no heads up. My mother tends to include some note of explanation or bear or story about bears. So though this might be the handiwork of some three letter American acronym, I'm pretty sure my parents are behind the laptop mystery. I have this weird idea that I have something to "say" using this format. I don't know exactly what or for how long but lately when I ask questions of this nature they go unanswered. But you guys know me: as long as I can I'll keep asking...
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