WTF Files

I literally can not make this up. The roof repair people are still a few weeks away from getting my leaks repaired. I can handle that. In the meantime, it is that time of year when I look at the list of things that need to be done this year, as in last spring, and start lining up service techs.

Today, the soft water system was scheduled for its 5 year maintenance. The guy arrived on time and got to work. Due to the noise, I decided to sit on the back patio and catch up on my email. That’s when I heard it. Water flowing off the roof. Skies are clear. Why is water running off my roof? I tell tech guy, he goes on the roof, and guess what?  The drain pipe for the softener has a hole in it. Why is the drain pipe on the roof?  I don’t understand, seriously DON’T UNDERSTAND. Did I mention the roof isn’t repaired yet?

So the water guy is on the roof as I am typing this, hopefully taking care of the leak and then it starts. RAIN!  Yep, it’s raining again in the desert.

Considering canceling the electrician.

Holding on to the Pink Attitude: I think I’m gonna need it.

WTF Files

I can not get a break.

The roofing people came out to give me an estimate on getting the leaks taken care of. While the nice gentleman was on my roof, I heard a scream. A little unsettling don’t you think? My first thought was that he fell and broke something. Turns out there’s a wasp’s nest on my roof and he’s allergic to wasps. This led to a discussion on epi-pens and the discovery of another nest.

A man with a serious bug allergy, who works outside for a living, DOES NOT carry an epi-pen. I gave him my best advice on epi-pens, Benedryl, etc. Well, cause I know this stuff seeing as how my daughter is allergic to just about every plant. (I’ll let you think about that as you contemplate your next meal and realize most of what you eat is a plant of some kind.)

Let’s review: If you have serious bug bite allergies get an epi-pen. I have a roof that leaks and the weather forecast calls for rain within the next week. Thank you El Nino. There are wasps taking up residency in my home. Planning dinner with my daughter is never easy.

Looking forward to seeing rainbows!

WTF Files

I commented on a FB post about Bob Dylan being in an IBM commercial. Yea, I know. Think about that for jut a moment. reminiscent of the first time I heard a Beatle’s song in an Elevator. (Does Muzak exist anymore?)  What is the cultural equivalent for the millennials?

The above does qualify for WTF all on its own, but it didn’t end there. Within minutes, there was an IBM suggested post on my feed. Seriously? That quick? We are all accustomed to ads popping up on social media  obviously connected to our recent internet searches.  Now, some annoying genius has written an algorithm based on posts that I comment on. The original post mentioned IBM, I did not.

I tip my hat to those coders that not only came up with this idea, but had the knowledge to pull it off. PLEASE STOP NOW.

Mark Zuckerburg, if by chance this ever finds its way to you, ads are one thing, cluttering my feed with information I AM NOT interested in is another.

WTF Files

I love the sound of water; waves crashing on beaches or rocks, waterfalls, a steady rain fall. But when that sound comes from under the kitchen sink, well from any sink really, my heart sinks. (no pun intended.)

So, we begin another Monday. The drain pipe thingy disconnected from the drain thingy. I’m not fond of doing plumbing work, but this was a no brainer. First remove the stuff from the cabinet. Fortunately, I’m no stranger to leaks, so everything under there is in plastic containers. This not only makes it easier to get to and clean out, they also can serve as buckets. On the downside, this may have been leaking for a while before it cut loose as one of the containers was full and a bit stinky I might add.

I’m on the floor, playing plumber and that’s when it happens. I get a charlie horse. WTF? Are you kidding me? Attend to the cramp, or close the pipe that leads to the sewer line that is filling my kitchen with smelly gases?

The Pink Attitude is feeling a little washed out today.

Finding My Voice

In the past year, I have put myself in the position of having to “present” to a group of people on various topics relating to blogging.  I am no stranger to talking to groups, but it is usually in a sewing classroom where my comfort level is extremely high. Obviously, I am not as versed in the blogging world. The fact that anyone is even reading this is, well amazing to me.

Apparently, I can be funny. Imagine that! In front of a group of strangers, I come across as humorous.  Is it fear? Am I really a comedian masquerading as a woman approaching senior citizen discounts? Ok, I actually qualify for some of those and am able to sneak in on others I don’t. Like the movie theater. Tell a teenager you want a senior ticket and show them your license as id for your credit card. Do they check how old you are? NOT EVEN ONCE!

The challenge now becomes writing the way I speak. This is not easy. More than once, it has been suggested to me that I record what I want to say and then transcribe it to my blog. I have the technology to do this, but like almost everyone, I’m not so fond of hearing my own voice. Podcasting might be a solution; but there’s that voice thing again.

Step One: Write more. I keep telling myself to do that, but then things come up. Fun things. Like new sewing toys, or dinner with family. (Ok, not all my family is fun.) There are just so many hours in the day, and when you get to my stage in life, you tend to be super picky about how you spend them. And then there’s the borderline ADD thing. I don’t really have ADD, I refer to it as Pinball Brain. You know, where you do one thing and it takes you somewhere and you lose track of what you started doing and pretty soon you’re bouncing all over the place. Like now.

Focus! Go back to Step One.

Eventually, I will find my voice as long as I approach this with a Pink Attitude.