I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

When I was growing up, my walls weren't plastered with photos of David Cassidy or Bobby Sherman, they were crawling with horse pictures. Pictures very much like these:

uGH---I'm covered in beetle bites!

The place where I had to wait for the bus, was near a grassy verge and the beetles are out in force this year. Now, I know some peoople love beetles--but I'm not one of them.

Already this summer, I found two big ugly poo-brown beetles, the size of my thumb, crawling 'round my living room.

Now waiting for the bus, the little beetles were flying all around me, and I've got bites on my head, neck, back and arms. There don't hurt bad, but are most annoying--feels like big pinch, and they get a little sore and midly itchy, afterwards...but they're not as bad as deer flies and mosquitoes.

Still..not a big beetle fan, I must admit. One got me right around the jugular vein...ouch!

Back from the post office. Still have the other errand to do, but not sure I'll have time now, as the bus to where I want to go stops running at 3pm...if I miss it, I'm plumb outta' luck--would take me three hours to walk home, from that distance.

Well, I did mail that bill, and I did do some window shopping---anything for a few minutes of air conditioning, ha-ha. And yes, in Label Shopper--a deep discount clothing store, I wound up buying something--truth to tell, I could have spent 100 dollars in the place, as they were having a 50% off sale, and they had some really, really cool clothing--and even the knick-knacks and lamps and stuff, were right in my taste range. But...I spent 5 dollars, and got a very nice pair of black cotton trousers, with and embroidered floral design in red gold and orange, flaring half-way up one like, in a flame-like pattern--very me. I have several blouses that will go well it it.

The clerk told me that next week, some stuff will be marked down as much as 70% off--and, as I have nearly the whole pay check to myself, I might see if I can pick up a pair of jeans or something. I just lost the use of two pairs of jeans this week--one, the brand new pair of Sarah Jessica Parker's "Bitten" jeans that I got back in early May, were ripped to shreds in the washing machine--they were only $8, and now I know why--they're rubbish! Then, while wearing my best (and only) pair of designer jeans that I bought early last year (from Peter Harris for 50% off), I sat in some wet paint--can't wear them now, except around the apartment as spares for when I'm doing something that requires me to get dirty.

Not that I plan on blowing my whole paycheck! Haven't done that in years--I'd feel to guilty, probably, or worry that I'd spend too much and not have enough left for emergencys--which would REALLY make me feel like a prat. But, I do think, after paying a couple of small bills and doing the shopping, laundry and getting my shots, I will take $20 or $25 and spend it on myself---buy a pair of jeans or swimsuit, go to see a film, buy a book or CD, or out to dinner, or play a round of crazy golf or..SOMETHING.

Anyway, I'm just trying to cool off. fortunely there's a bit of a breeze, and the overcast sky is keeping the temperature down. Since I found that I wouldn't be able to see the play tonight, I had planned on checking out the band concert, but someone told me that Lake George is so mobbed, there's barely any standing room anywhere...not my scene, really. I don't mind a crowd, I can live with it--but on the other hand, I won't enjoy myself in this heat, jammed in like a sardine with a bunch of tourists.

Once again today, I had someone tell me that I should get a car. Yeah, I should get a really good paying job, a proper sofa and desk chair, and some mates to hang out with...but not going to happen in this girl's life time--well, I dont foresee and big positive changes in my future.

I mean, if some weeks I have trouble just feeding myself, how the blinking hell could I ever afford a car? Sheesh.

I've gone through a lot of cars and trucks in the last 25 years or so, mostly old clunkers. My favourite? The 1987 Ford Ranger (5-speed) that I had in 2000-2001 ('till the engine blew)--gosh, that thing was comfy to drive, held the road well, and...was fantastic on gas! Got between 25 and 30 miles to the gallon, with that thing. Too bad about the engine though. I had a crap mechanic at the time--shortly after I'd bought the truck, I'd asked the mechanic to give it a thorough going-over...he had me replace a lot of stuff-nothing to do with the blinking engine, of course. I sometimes to this day, wonder if he ever actually lifted up the hood. Would have kept the truck, but couldn't find a reasonably priced replacement engine at the time. Turned out to be more economical (I thought) to just buy a whole other car (unfortnuately, I wound up with a brand new lemon--which proves that just because a car is new, doesn't mean it's going to run well).

Well, the browser's decided it wants to get its rear-end in gear and work properly--what was with that? It wasn't the keyboad, thank goodness--I just went into my Word programme, and it works fine. Then, I re-started my computer and now Avant has decided to get with the programme. That was really strange. And, as you could see from the typos, it's not a good thing for me to lost my ability to back-space.

I woke at 6am with one of the less pleasant and more rare side effects of Metformin.

I'll spare you the gory details, let's just say my stomach feels like it's been hit with a loaded boxing glove--you know, the one's the old-timer's used to put a horse shoe in, to make it hurt more. the Metformin hasn't given much trouble the last two weeks, so I assumed my body had finally adjusted to it, but, I guess not. Not a great way to start one's day. Very likely the chili-Frito pie ("Texas straw hat") that I had for dinner last night, didn't help things much.

My old iron-clad stomach seems to be made of cardboard, these days, ha-ha.

Have to grab a bus to the Queensbury post office, then go to K-Mart to do a return. Other than that, my day is reasonably free. I was going to go to Lake George tonight, just to get out of the city/this apartment, but may skip it, in light of my little fun time this morning.

Unless something happens that I do not foresee, chances are that I won't have a phone again, until next pay day. After today's errands--which I can't procrastinate on, my net worth until Friday morning will be less than ten dollars, so no phone card for another week. Well, I went a couple of months without a phone, reckon I can manage for a couple of weeks. Bit of a bother, though.

Since I'm at the Home Depot Plaza (where the post office is), I might pass the time doing some window shopping--Peter Harris Plus, my second-favourite clothing store is practically right next to the post office, I might just peek and see what the latest (well, the latest in 2006) New York City and knock-off Euro fashions are, these days, while I'm waiting for the bus. Then again, maybe not, if the heat's going to be as bad as they say. Besides, I might see something I really like that's on sale at a sharp discount, and kick myself because I can't buy it...you know how us women are, can't pass up a bargain...

Hope you are all having a pleasant Saturday, cheers! Nancy G.

I'm usiing a new browser, aveant--sorry, avant, and ai it, was working okay, but this morning it's suddenly not lette letting me back space or use my "enter" key to change paragraphs. I CANNOT afror affr afford a new keyboard, so this my be a major proba b problem if I can't fix my mistakes or space between paragraphs...ugh!!!

WHOOPS! HOW'D THAT ONE GET ON HERE....?

Okay, when I see David Tennant wearing a cowboy hat and driving a Massey Ferguson, THEN I'll think he's sexy.

This is why I stopped listening to country music twenty years ago, people.

"No David, I'm not going to stalk you, or drool over your pictures any longer! I'm in love with Justin Lee Collins now--he's sooo hot since he lost that beard..."

--Ralph Waldo Emerson.

History is what we humans deem it to be. Without mankind, there would be no history, only evolution.

History is usually seen through the eyes of the victor. The stories of the vanquished moulder and die....or sometimes festers in the minds of victims and losers, or perhaps is paraded by the winning cause as a placebo in the aftermath, a moment of guilty conscientous, a fleeting attempt to prove worthiness.

History is stories, history is what archelogists and professors, historians, the media and government officials, all deem it to be.

History is memories, some kept forever locked inside the souls of those who were there. It is in the imaginations of those who view history through the eyes of photographers, artists, televsion cameras and the words of journalists, academics and authors. It is inside the hearts of those who were not there, but who long to be. History is within the petty minds of those who see and read history, but cherry-pick only that which they are comfortable with, discarding the rest of reality into the dustbin of mindlessness.

And when the stories die, when history is ignored, discounted, discarded--it repeats itself, over and over and over again, like a recurring nightmare or a dull needle on a scratched phonograph record.

Tallest Thermometer:

Biggest Breast implants

Longest motorcycle

Most enormous buffalo statue

Largest Hawaiian shirt

Smallest handgun

Tinyest hamburger value meal

First flat-pack tractor