I was unable to post yesterday. Besides being rather busy, The VP got some weird email messages at work, and he wanted to check the home computer for a virus, so I was banned from the keyboard.
Probaby a good thing, since I was ready to rip someone...anyone...a new orafice because I had a lousy day.
Started off when The Crazyweiler, who has been off his feed as we say here at the outpost, made a huge mess in the mudroom. I'd say it was diarrhea, but there was so much grass mixed in, it could have been a runny hay bale. The smell...I can't do it justice. Not because I lack the words, but evoking the memory might make me hurl on the keyboard.
Drove into the cities for a haircut. I love the woman who cuts my hair. She's highly entertaining. Lives a Jerry Springer life. She's getting married in a couple of weeks, and the fiance was forced to uncover his massive credit card debt when they went to the bank to get a loan to buy a house. Oops. She's threatening to call off the wedding. Now...I HAVE to go back in 6 weeks to find out if she made it down the aisle. I'm afraid to, however, because once I got home and showered all the excessive goo out of my hair, I discovered I looked like a boy.
Drove back into the cities with boys in tow to attend a soccer managers' meeting which took 25 minutes, and could have been handled via email in about 5.
Got home and flipped through the mail. Another NewsweekTM magazine. According the the concerned letters I've been getting from Mr. William Barnes, my subscription expired four issues ago, and I have
...missed out on exclusive signed opinion from experts like George F. Will, Anna Quindlen....Who in God's green earth thinks Anna Quindlen is an expert? Oh. Wait. Expert at pontificating how the little folks should live. Yeah, she might qualify there.
I read her lastest column. Or tried to. She was yammering on about bears and natural resources and we should put a moratorium on all building permits. Permanently. If I thought that Ms. Quindlen lived off grid and raised her own, organic vegetables made her own clothes, and rode a horse to work each day...well I might not consider her a hot air bag. Not as quickly as I do now, anyway.
I think I will send Mr. Barnes a letter and inform him that the Newsweek subscriber list and the one they're using in Distribution are not the same, and perhaps he could fix this and put my out of my misery.
Sigh. I feel a bit better. Good thing, or you were all in for a whiny rant.
Posted by Cathy at August 21, 2003 08:25 AMSomething I've been doing for a bit with junk mail is saving the business-reply envelopes. I clip coupons for embarrassing personal care products and return them to the junk-mailers in their own envelopes. It only costs me the time to flip through the coupons since the original sender has to pay the postage. And yes, Newsweek™ has been one of the 'correspondents'. ;-)
Posted by: aelfheld at August 21, 2003 09:14 AMAelfheld! You naughty guy!
I read somewhere that an electrician used to save all the old metal knock-out plugs from electrical boxes (those little round coin-like things) and add those in so the postage would go up even more.
I wonder what the people in Customer Service think when they open these envelopes?
Posted by: Cathy at August 21, 2003 09:46 AMI feel a bit sorry for the people working in the mailroom who have to deal with this, but then I remember that they're working for the same people that inflict this garbage on us so I get over it.
Posted by: aelfheld at August 22, 2003 08:50 AM