fisherman's dilemna, solved!

Well, I have been fishing for the last few days, which I enjoy…but I do not enjoy the fishy smelling hands that I have after I get home. After 2 days of no solution…my not so in-law brother in law told me he finally figured out how to kill the smell: sun tan lotion. I had washed my hands 3 times at this point with no luck, so I tried it and it works great! No more fishy smell. Of course wash your hands first…but when the soap does not kill the smell, put some sun tan lotion on them and enjoy clean smelling hands.

frustration station.

Frustation lies everywhere, either you find it or you don’t…I seem to find it a lot, but finally I can laugh at most of it or at least brush it off. (How many years did that take?)
First up…Metra. Boarding my express train is like a Rage Against the Machine video and Metra finally did something about it, they no longer open the first two cars for people at my stop. It finally came to that. I think the older you get, the more rage you have boarding trains, and then comment and waive your fingers at the “out of control kids”.

Second…SoCom. I love SoCom, but get over that I am a girl and that I am good. I do not want to join your clan, and do not ask me how much I weigh or my hair color. Do you think I am interested in someone who plays SoCom all day? I barely like myself! 😉

Third we have that one person, who will remain nameless, that regardless of what others say, they always take credit. Me: I think this, that….Them 10 minutes later: Well I think this, that. Really. Thanks for playing, but unless you have a time delay in hearing and processing, I just said that 10 minutes earlier.

Is it time for a vacation? That sounds about right.

Great America, Great Commenting

This past Saturday I spent most of the day at Six Flags Great America, or I should say I spent most of the day waiting in lines to go on all the major rollercoasters. This was my first visit to Great America this year, and my first year that I bought…well Amy bought season passes for both of us. We are both rollercoaster fans so since the weather was nice we jumped in the car off we went.
Since you are in line…yes, in line, not on line (where is the line you are on?) for an hour at a time there is a lot of time to pass. Amy and I spent it commenting on everyone because the crowd at Six Flags never changes, regardless of the Six Flags you go to. The rides were great, but the opportunity to comment was even greater. You have the low class miuimum wage couple that are hanging all over each other with several hickies all over their necks and chests. They constantly make me sick with their hands constantly all over each other and hands in the other person’s back pockets. They are the couple that will always live like they are in high school. You have the group of obnoxious 10-13 year old boys that jump lines, and think they are “all that” as they talk big and run around. Where are their parents? These kids ruined the line system so now we have ticket numbers on all the major rides…enter the line, get a ticket so the wonderful and happy employees can track any out of sequence numbers and have them ejected from the park. Thanks. You then have the macho guys who spend $40.00 on a game to buy their girlfriends a completely out of porportion stuffed animal that for some reason they win it early on and make then have to carry it around all day. Then comes the other set of 10-13 year old boys that win the basketballs and race throughout the park dribbling their won basketballs while disregarding the other people in the park…running into families right and left. This is not a basketball park, if it is, you got gipped…in my neighborhood you do not need to pay $50.00 to dribble a ball on pavement. Next comes the trashy girls and their “barely there” outfits. Thanks for showing us your gut hanging out and your skin tight shorts. PS, if you are going to go on a water ride, try not to wear patternerd underwear because we can see it when your skin tight shorts get wet. This leads me right into commenting about the people who show up in their 1980 leather jackets and long pants (it was in the 70s) and then decide to go onto the water rides, get completely soaked, and then sit on the rides, getting the seats nasty for all of us dry people. Thanks! I could go on and on, but all in all going to Six Flags is always a trip. Thank goodness I am perfect!

Brown With Black and Black With Navy

For all those people out there that find it acceptable to wear brown shoes with a black outift, or black shoes with a navy outift please do yourself a favor and stop the insanity! We should really have informercials on major fau pauxs (yeah maybe I cannot spell, but I know what shoes to wear with my outfits).
Let me break it down for all of you:
Black pants or black shirt=black shoes
Navy pants or a navy shirt (with jeans/khakis, etc)=brown shoes

The only exception…the airline workers. I feel for them and always pay close attention to what they wear. They have such dark navy outfits, black is ALMOST acceptable for them. (Ideally they hope to find XTREME! navy shoes)

With all that said you now know how stupid I feel like when I got dressed in the dark and slipped on a pair of brown shoes with my black shirt on. I thought my shoes were my black ones until I got to the train station. I feel like a I have gigantic red clown shoes on. Today I will be hiding out at my desk with my feet not exposed to the public. Let’s hope the day goes by fast!!

Hiding From Google With robots.txt

Over the years I have become more paranoid over who sees what on my web sites, and I have learned that one of the most important steps in creating/posting a web site on the web is the robots.txt file that goes with the site and the meta tags for each page. I will not go into how I learned the hard way, but do yourself a favor, check out:
http://www.robotstxt.org/wc/robots.html.
Know that you can control what search engines indexes.

River Crests

Well, growing up in a non-flooding (in my lifetime) region, the idea of a river cresting is somewhat like any physics theory for me…very hard to grasp. So as I sit here in my midwestestern suburb, near a flooding river (record flood)…I am forced to wait for this river crest thing to happen in two days. I am just sitting here in shock. So this is where I will end the post. Just trying to imagine this thing called a “river crest.”

Emailing Pictures

First it is called a server. Second it is called “take five minutes to proportionally decrease the size of your picture”. How many times can that one person who got a digital camera last year for Christmas have to clog my email account with billboard sized pictures of whatever they decided to take a picture of? Just because you have a camera and an internet connection does not mean you need to send everyone really bad, gigantic pictures. Please…there is a little paper thing that came with your camera…and if you passed first grade, do us all a favor and read it so you actually undersand picture size/memory. Not everyone has to suffer because you cannot read. What….what was that? There is no excuse for you. When I am President, that will be a federal offense…and using Dial-up…a definite prison sentence that includes using a 2400 baud modem for…until you go crazy and see the point. Do you see carts in the streets anymore? No? Just cars? Can you make a connection?
PS. The stickers on the camera are meant to come off. If they weren’t…they would not be stickers. Take them off. Please. We do not need to see that “batteries and recharger are included.”
PS. Moving an office is stressful.