Tracking Packages USPS

What is the purpose of the tracking numbers you get when you purchase an item from someone like Amazon? I buy from them, order photos from Adorama, B+H, and numerous other online merchants and I always get a tracking number to track my package. I click on the number and I receive a message that says, "package has left facility and is in transit". Tracking number on June 17 says "in transit". Today is June 23 and it still says, "in transit". Come on! I want to know where my stuff is. Has it reached Kentucky yet? Maybe Jacksonville? It is really tough on an old guy that is like a kid waiting for Santa Claus. At least with Santa Claus, you can track him on the internet.

Cat and the Coon

Last night, while sitting in my recliner, I kept hearing my cat, Tigger, doing a whisper growl. You know, the "under the breath" type of growl. A growl that can barely be heard, but still a growl. I opened the door and looked. Sitting on top of my A/C unit was a young racoon. He was just sitting there staring at my cat. The racoon must have sat there for 10 minutes before he decided to leave. Now if I could only get Tigger to chase him away before he gets in my garbage can and scatters garbage all over the yard.

No Problem

What is it with people today, that when you ask for something, they respond with "No problem"?
May I have another cup of coffee? Sure, no problem. Thank you for bringing me another cup of coffee? No problem. Everything is "no problem". The definition of a problem is "a question to be solved". I know it is a very technical "problem" for you to figure out how to bring me a cup of coffee. It isn't any major task you have to overcome. It is your job. It's what you get paid for. Don't act like your doing me any big favors. I am not asking you to interupt your routine to do anything outside the scope of your job. Look, if I thought it was a problem, I would give you a pen and paper and say, "here, figure this out". I know it's "no problem". You don't have to remind me. A simple yes or no would suffice. TTFN

Commencement Speech at My Old High School

A young man that was salutatorian at his high school commencement strayed from his speech and inserted, "kiss my ass" if they had not supported him during his high school years. This has created a firestorm in this backwards little town. You would have thought he had praised OBL or something. Some comments included, "this is what happens when God is taken out of schools", "the entire county is looked down on", "it's the school boards fault" and even references to the president.
My parents divorced when I was about 3 years old. Divorce was a no-no at that time. The community looked down on our family and treated us kids as if we were little bastards because of this. I was treated like shit when I was growing up in that little town. Here it is 60 years later and I see nothing much has changed there. So you know what? You all that did not support me when I was growing up? You can kiss my ass too! There, I've said it and I feel good about it.

My Snoring Cat

My little miss Gwyndolion. She has gotten so big. We have a glass top coffee table in the family room. On it sits a silver ice bucket we keep flowers, etc. in. The bucket sits on top of a silver serving tray. When my little miss Gwyndolion sleeps on the coffee table, she starts snoring. She gets so loud snoring that the bucket and tray start vibrating. It sounds like a ringing cell phone that is in vibrate mode sitting on a table.

Teen Sailor and Me

While I was musing about the parents letting their teenager sail solo around the world, I had to sit back and think about the things I did as a teenager. Sailing around the world? No! Doing stupid shit that could get me killed? Oh yeah! Too many times. Of course, my parents didn't know about them, until I got caught. Hell, at 12 and 13 I thought I knew everything. I really pushed the envelope. I thought my parents were stupid. Doesn't every teenager? It is amazing how smart your parents become the older you get. I'm sure my kids thought (think?) we were pretty stupid too! Wait until they have kids to find out how smart we really are.

Teen Sailor

Thankfully the young lady was found alive. I can't believe that a parent would let a 16 year old sail solo around the world. I wonder how much this rescue cost? Was this stunt done for the parents bragging rights? This girl should have been sneaking out the upstairs window to see her boyfriend or hiding to smoke a cigarette. You know, typical teenage stuff, not sailing solo around the world. Aye, Yi, Yi.

Oil Spill, Volunteers, and Unemployment

Years ago, when I worked in the construction industry, APS was going to build an electrical powerhouse in the middle of nowhere. In order to get manpower, they needed housing and a place for the men to eat. They built what is called a "man camp". These quarters were built to house thousands of men. They built a dining building to feed all these men. They were provided breakfast and after breakfast, you could pick up a brown bag that had a lunch in it, then there was the evening dining. Nothing fancy, but they were able to attract the thousands of men to build their powerhouse.
This brings us to the present day. While people volunteer to help clean up this mess BP created, they need to be "paid". Not one person should be "volunteering" for free. BP should be building man camps along all the Gulf Coast right now. They should be hiring thousands of workers to clean up this environmental disaster. Not only would this help our coastline, it would help our unemployment situation too.
PS: Hey BP, you can hire me to run this operation and I can guarantee you it would be cheaper than what you are probably paying your top people in charge right now and I would get it done right.

Passing Cars

Have you ever noticed that when a car wants to merge or change lanes to pass another car, a car behind them will speed up just to keep them from getting in front of them? And then they wonder why there is road rage. Courtesy seems to have flown out the window.

Inconsiderate People in the Grocery Store

Why is it that the fattest ass in the grocery store has their cart in the right of the aisle and then stands next to it on the left of the aisle taking up the entire aisle. Apparently, they have no peripheral vision as you can stand right in front of them and they will not move. This is when I go in to my ventriloquist mode. I will bend down and look at an item and without moving my lips I say, "why don't you move your fat ass out of the way". Then of course I look around like, "who said that?".

Cigarette Butts

Living on the western coast of Florida, our biggest concern right now is the oil spill. We are all praying (or at least hoping and wishing) that the spill will be contained and the gulf and coast be returned to normal. While this next little rant is nothing compared to the spill, the ignorance of people tend to just piss me off. Cigarette Butts at the beach. For Christ's sakes people, the beach is not a giant ashtray. If you are going to smoke at the beach, put out your butts and throw them in the trash can. They have them all up and down the beach. Another thing you stupid ignorant morons, when you bury a lit cigarette in the sand, it doesn't just magically extinguish. It stays hot for several minutes. There are lots of people walking there and don't want to get burned on your damned butts. Watch Your Butts!!

Just Starting

This is my first attempt at a blog. I am 60+ years old, not very computer savy and would just like to vent once in a while. I want to keep my blogs short and sweet. I do not want to offend anyone, but it will happen. I welcome any criticism and I hope that name calling will be kept to a minimum.
Manners are extremely important to me and should be important to everyone. It keeps us civilized. Unfortunately, in todays society, most people have few good manners. They seem to not consider the people around them. For instance: what the hell is the deal with people blowing their noses at the table in a restaurant? For crying out loud, people are trying to eat. It is not appetizing when you hear a damned freight train snorting and snotting. (Especially if you are eating soft cooked eggs). If you have to blow your nose, leave the table, go into the restroom or outside!! Manners people, manners.