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So, anyway, I never get a flu shot, and never plan to, but this winter I guess I got the flu. I would call it a bad cold and when I looked up on the internet how to tell the difference between a cold and the flu, I had some symptoms from both categories, so I still don’t know. However, I know I got what seemed like a bad cold, and for two weeks simply dragged myself everywhere I had to go, including work, sorry guys. If we could get some sick-leave, I would be happy to stay home, but if I don’t come to work, I don’t get paid, so . . . everyone at work got sick.

But, before you blame me, I was not the first person to get sick. My boss, who did get a flu shot, was the first to get sick. So much for the flu shot.

Well, then after two weeks, I felt like my regular self, so I started going back to the gym. After a week, I was sick again! So another two weeks dragging myself here and there, and now I’m fine again, and back at the gym.

You know what really pisses me off? My 88 year old mom, who still wanted me to pick her up for the day, never got my cold/flu. I guess I’m glad for that, but at the same time, I kind of resent it, if you know what I mean.

Hamster report out!

PS: I’m planning my summer and fall hikes and backpacks, can hardly wait to get out on the trails again.


Fourth of July Pass

I’ll never understand limitless greed, blind obedience to a religion, political figure, or ideology, or racism.

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Typical Post Office in December

I’m not sure whether to blame my kids for moving so far away, or the Post Office for being inefficient, or the clowns masquerading as Senators who made the Post Office fund their pension fund for 75 years out into the future.  If you don’t know about that, look it up, there were plenty of articles on it recently.

See Okinawa? Tiny little dot to the southwest of Japan mainland

So a week ago, I spent half an hour in line at the P.O. to mail packages to my granddaughter and my son in California. Then last night, I spent another 1/2 hour doing the same for my son in Japan. Unfortunately, I was almost through the line before I realized I hadn’t filled out the forms required to mail stuff overseas. So I squatted down and used one of my boxes for a table and started filling a form out.

It is inconvenient, to say the least, to keep squatting down and writing, then having to keep getting up as the line moves. If I had a small box I could stand up and use it for a table, holding it, but the boxes were just a little bit too big to do that. So, I was squatting, getting up, squatting, getting up, it was tedious and in spite of my athletic activities, it was hard to do by about the 10th squat.

I can’t wait till I’m 70, that’ll be tons of fun.

When I was done I decided to go get some booze, the liquore store is just across the street.

Hamster report



Are we all about to become roadkill in the archeological history of earth?  Is anyone else listening to the Durban, South Africa climate change talks?

roadkill earth

I guess the answer to that is, “Nothing to see here, move along people.”  In fact, that is what one of our illustrious Senators, Sen. James Inhofe, says he thinks climate change is just a big hoax. Sure, and the earth is flat.

“Hello, I am Senator Jim Inhofe, Republican Senator from Oklahoma. Today, I’m happy to bring you the good news about the complete collapse of the global warming movement and the failure of the Kyoto Protocol, as world leaders meet for the United Nations global warming conference in Durban, South Africa. For the past decade, I have been the leader in the United States Senate standing up against global warming alarmism and cap-and-trade, which would have been the largest tax increase in American history. This victory is especially important today, as families in America and around the world continue to face tough economic times. Tossing out any remote possibility of a UN global warming treaty is one of the most important things we can do for the economy.”

So there you go. Stop worrying, be happy, there is no problem. And I have some property on the beach I’d like to sell you.

Back to road kill; the count observed this week in Whatcom county:

  • Opossums – 2
  • Squirrels – 3
  • Birds – 2
  • Raccoon – 1
  • Unidentified – 2

One of my fav comics:

damned if you do and damned if you don't

Hamster report

Alright, the tally this week is:

  • Coyote – 1
  • Opossums – 3
  • Squirrel – 2
  • Birds – 3
  • Unidentified – 2

Ok, I don’t have any fresh insights today that wouldn’t cause you to run screaming off a cliff, so here are some “jokes”:

“He’s turned his life around. He used to be miserable and depressed, now he’s depressed and miserable.” – David Frost

“Don’t take life too seriously. You’ll never get out alive.” – Anonymous

“Life is wasted on the living.” – Douglas Adams

“Life is like playing the violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes along.” – Samuel Butler

“In spite of the cost of living, it’s still popular.” – Kathy Norris

“Live every day as if it were your last, and then someday you’ll be right.” – Anonymous

“The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” – Groucho Marx

“It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another – it’s one damn thing over and over.” – Edna St. Vincent Millay

“The first half of our life is ruined by our parents and the second half by our children.” – Clarence Darrow

“My husband and I are either going to buy a dog or have a child. We can’t decide whether to ruin our carpet or ruin our lives.” – Rita Rudner

By the way, did you read the article “Overworked America: the great speed-up?”  That will depress you. Americans work (if you can find a job) hundreds of hours a year more than ANY other country, with fewer benefits and little or no paid vacation. Welcome to the third world.


2012 end of the world
National geographic graphic of end of the world

For those of us who are still employed, however temporarily that may be, and are working the traditional Mon –  Friday work week –  gosh, there are so many qualifications to a sentence in which I am trying to refer to employment – oh, frack, I’m getting lost here.

Um, yes, I remember –  Wednesday is the day we used to refer to as “hump day” – yeah!!! I finally got to it. Hump day – oh, get you heads out of the gutter – it is the middle of the work week, the top of the hill, it’s all downhill to Friday! Got it? Good.

Now, every day is “Do I sill have a job day?, and how much will unemployment pay if I get laid off today?  Personally, with all the hype about the end of the world due to some ancient Mayan calendar implying the world will end in 2012 (is that January 2012 or December 2012?), I’ve kind of thinking it might be a good thing if it did. End I mean.

Then I wouldn’t have to worry about whether I have a job, whether I can afford to go to the doctor, do I have enough food stored in the closet if there is an earthquake, etc., etc., etc. . . .

Enough of that. On a personal note, my blood sugar is under control with the diet the naturopath recommended, and I’m back at the gym, and out on the hiking trails. My finger is still in a splint, but it feels better and seems to be well on the mend.

I’m looking forward to my planned backpacking trips this summer, and I guess that’s it.

Oh, I LOVE this part of the world – we do not have huge forest fires (too much rain on this side of the mountains), no hurricanes, tornadoes, only local flooding (don’t buy a house in a floodplain – how many times do I have to tell you there is a reason they call those flat, low elevation areas next to rivers FLOODplains), and my personal, favorite – no poisonous snakes.

Hamster report. (Can I hibernate thru the end of the world, please? Or just thru the next 20 years, whichever comes first?) Where’s the beer? Remember, reality is for those whom cannot handle drugs, you know, people like me.

OK, I’m out.

angry, frustrated woman

angry, frustrated woman

I foolishly thought that I could do my own taxes this year. I imagined that I would save money by not paying a tax person, and I would find all these great tax savings. Well, I have worked off and on for a month on this insane piece of crap they call a tax form and I surrender. I wrote a letter to my tax accountant person today, and I’m off to drop the stuff at her office today.

I give up, I surrender; take my money, take everything I have, including my sanity, my firstborn son, you win.

Tax forms add insult to injury; first they take our money, then they put us through hell trying to fill out a form created by satan himself.  At this point I have so many summaries, profit and loss statements, capital gain/loss thingys, and I have very little income. But I do have several teeny mutual funds, ira’s and lots of dental expenses that I would like to include to reduce my tax bill, if possible.

Don’t get me wrong; I do not have any money. I have enough retirement funds and savings to last me about 3 months if I quit working. Nevertheless, they show up on several forms somewhere in the tax stuff, and god forgive me, because the IRS won’t, if I make a subtraction error somewhere.

What is that old saying? Nothing is certain except death and taxes. 

Great. Tell that to your cute little 3 year old – guess what you get to do when you grow up, Tiffany?

The hamster is going fishing.

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington
chemistry mid-term exam. The answer by one student was so “profound” that
the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course,
why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well…

Here is the “Bonus Question” on the exam: “Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat)
or endothermic (absorbs heat)?”
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law (gas cools
when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One
student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need
to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which
they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to
Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let’s look at the different Religions
that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a
member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of
these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we
can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in
Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle’s Law
states that in order for the temperature and
pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand
proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell,
then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then
the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa (a girlfriend
of mine during my Freshman year) that, “it will be a cold day in Hell before I
sleep with you”, and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night,
then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and
has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it
is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct…leaving only
Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why,
last night, Teresa kept shouting “Oh my God.”


the hamster is laughing her head off