Ramblings by Judy

I don't know about you, but I remember when computers became popular, and we were told that this would be a paperless society. All information would be stored in the computer. I don't think so.

It seems to me that we have more paper than before, unwanted faxes, projects printed on the computer and then discarded, too much junk mail.

With some copiers able to print 50 pages in 60 seconds, it's no wonder that there is more unwanted paper than before. Before computers, it really took time to create a paper of work, so there was less of it.

Now I'm drowning in papers. Please get a lifeguard.

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As I type this blog today, I am listening to old songs on my computer. When I say old songs, I mean old songs. From the 30's and 40's. Now that was music not like the junk today. Don't get me wrong. I'm from the generation that introduced Rock & Roll. Elvis Presley, Alan Fried, The Platters, Bill Haley and the Comets. I even remember Rick Nelson before he was Rick. He was Ricky on Ozzie and Harriet.

Speaking of old stuff, my husband had a question. If anyone is reading
this, there was a comic strip where one of the characters always had a cloud over his head. He thinks his name was Joe something and he always mumbled BFLIZX@#%&C.. It made no sense. If you know what I'm talking about, please put your answer in the comments. Thanks.

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Why is mulch so heavy? Don't the mulch companies realize that not everyone is the Hulk, and cannot lift such heavy bags. And spreading it once you get it home, that's an adventure in itself. Draging it along to spread it evenly. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. My husband wasn't much help either. I guess we're just to old for this stuff.

Next year I think I'll by stones to put down and then I won't have to do it anymore.

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What is it with old people. They have so many of certain items. For instance take my Mom. She moved to Florida and my brother and I are cleaning out her apartment. How many dish sponges on a handle that holds the detergent does one person need? She had 12. It's not like it gets used up in a week, you can always refill the handle with detergent.

It's not just my Mom. When I cleaned out my Father's apartment last year
he had 500 plastic grocery bags. You always get new ones when you shop. How many plastic grocery bags does one person need?

When my husband had to clean out his aunt's apartment, she had 10 containers of orange juice in the fridge. How many containers of orange juice can one little old lady drink?

When I get old, I'm going to make sure I only have one of everything, even if it means that I can't wash my dishes, throw out my garbage, or have orange juice with my breakfast.

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This afternoon my husband and I went to see The Divinci Code. I had read the book and I loved it. If you read the book or saw the movie, you will know what I mean when I say "I will never look at a Jewish star the same again".

I didn't think that my husband would understand the story having not read the book and all.
He loved it so much, he didn't even talk in the movie. Now I know why I haven't been to the movies in months, my husband does not stop talking the entire time and I am mortified. So I've taken to waiting for it to come on TV, so if he talks I just yell at him to shut up.

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You are a teenager. You go to high school. Now, if you were like me you hated high school. The girls with the cashmere sweaters were snobs. Just like in the movie "Mean Girls". The writers must have gone to my high school. These girls were cheerleaders, they were into everything and you might as well not even be there.

Finally, you graduate, you get married, you have a family, you get to be over 55. Your kids are on their own. You move into an "active" adult community. Guess what! You're back in high school. The cheerleader, cashmere sweater girls are here now. They may have different names, but it's still the same, and now if your house isn't professionally decorated you might as well not even be here.

I wish they had cheerleader try-outs.

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Don't you just hate it when you Tivo something and the ending is cut off because the program before it ran long?

Last night I Tivoed "House" and for some reason "American Idol" ran long so I couldn't see the complete ending of House. I did see most of the ending, but not the complete ending. You know, when the credits roll and you know the show is completely over.

I must be unamerican but I really couldn't care less what happens to Taylor Hicks or Katherine McPhee. Just let me know if House was dreaming.

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Did you ever wake up in the morning and know that today was going to be a bad day? When I check-in with my husband [who has been working for hours] and he asks me if I've had my coffee yet I know it is going to be a very bad day. My brain just doesn't work right before my morning coffee.

My son inlaw saw an article about heavy coffee drinkers' and non-heavy coffee drinkers' brains in the morning. The heavy coffee drinker's brain looked significantly different than the non-heavy coffee drinker's. Of course after the morning coffee both brains looked the same.

Also, before my morning coffee I am a bear. I wonder if anyone has done a study on morning personality. When coffee drinkers are grouchy in the morning and they have their coffee they are fine. Non-coffee drinkers that are grouchy in the morning are grouchy all day.

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