Random Tuesday Thoughts

Tuesdays = Random Thoughts

Blog authors like to write about a particular day’s events or a hodgepodge of stray topics all for the sake of participating in a blog hop known for randomizing one’s musings.  That being said, it’s Tuesday and Tuesdays = Random Thoughts. So…pour yourself a cup of joe and read my undirected thought process for today.

It’s safe to say, I won’t be seeing a sunrise as pictured above. Last night it rained and this morning it’s raining. All I can hope for is that the rain either (A) stops or (B) lets up long enough for this gal to take the trash to the curb. Yucky, wet weather doesn’t make for a good garbage day!

Have you seen this infomercial?

 

This caught my eye while I was laid up post-op and I thought, WOW, this may be worth a try! Yesterday, I began the Brazil Butt Lift program. Phew, boy did it ever kick my bum-bum! I’m SO out of shape, but I felt invigorated. I was perspiring heavily by the end of the 30-minute workout. That’s definitely what I wanted to see. This is a 6-day per/week routine. I don’t know if I can go six consecutive days or not, but I’m dedicated to my cause – to rebuild muscle! It won’t be an easy task, but exercising never is initially. I am VERY eager to see how things shape up in the coming weeks for me.

In 15 Little-Known Game Facts & Trivia, an interesting Reader’s Digest article, a popular Milton Bradley game helped WWII POWs to escape. How’s that you asked? Oddly, the Nazis had a temporary lapse of humanism by allowing Allied Prisoners of War the privilege of playing board games. The British government was even allowed to send its incarnated soldiers a few games. One of which was Monopoly. Thanks to the game’s publisher smuggled inside the box – banknotes hidden among the Monopoly money, compasses, metal files, and a folded silk map (less likely to fall apart like paper). These real escape tools are hidden within a seemingly innocent board game actually assisted POWs in fleeing from the enemy. Isn’t that so James Bond-like?

A few months ago, a local headlight caught my attention that I would have shared with you, but I was so terribly sick. That being said, I think this is a good time to do just that – share!

An accidental 911 call lands man behind bars according to WRCBtv.com, a station in Chattanooga, TN. 911 operators heard more than enough from an unintentional caller, “I’m looking for my methadone box. I’m sitting here waiting for you to smoke a joint” to send the Athens Police Department to the home of Aaron Thompson. Thank-you modern technology for helping to nab a low-life drug pusher!

Have you gotten accidental calls?

Has your phone dialed someone without you knowing it?

I can say yes on both accounts. Both of our DDs did this often years ago and then while I was learning the ropes with my iPhone a few years ago, I accidentally called the last dialed person who happened to be none other than DD#2. lol

Last week, I failed to hook up with Patrice’s Chats on a farmhouse porch. Today, I won’t make the same mistake. Patrice wants to know….

  1. Do you have any type of air cleaner in your home? Actually, we have two ionic filters in our home. Unfortunately, we do not have either on. Although for the most part, you don’t even hear them running, DH can hear them and it’s especially irritating for him when watching TV.
  2. What do you do with the spare change you accumulate in your car, purse, pockets, etc? It’s really rare that I have any loose coins in my purse, but when I do happen upon it I just toss it in a little container I keep on top of my microwave.
  3. What’s one chore you wish you never had to do again? Housework. Does that count? I know it’s rather broad, but well…housework does not rock my world. 
  4. Are you outgoing, quite, shy, reserved, or the life of the party? On the surface, I’m reserved if I don’t know you. You know that old saying, “Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.” Not that I a “fool”, but when you get to know the “real me” then all the silliness shines through.
  5. Have you understood your parents more as you’ve gotten older? The only time I have ever been able to understand my parents has been from the moment I became a parent. That’s when the light upstairs went on and I thought, “Gee, my parents weren’t wrong after all.” This gives me hope in thinking my children will have a similar experience one day. 

Thanks for joining me in my rants. I’ll be hopping over to your place shortly. For now, why not grab a cup of coffee and join me as I visit my lovelies at….

Psst…Psst… a wee reminder, Stacy Uncorked is embarking a huge move across the country this month and is taking a break from blogging, but her scheduled return is for September. We’ll all be looking forward to seeing her back!

Have a terrific Tuesday!

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I born and raised in the Appalachian mountains of southern WV. I was a child bride when I married my high school sweetheart in 1979. We moved to Knoxville, TN to begin our life. Determined to prove nay-Sayers from our community wrong, I completed my education and went on to earn an A.S. in computer programming. From 1983-1987, I worked as a computer system’s manager. That’s a glorified title for someone who trouble shoots and maintains system back-ups. After the birth of our first child in 1988, I took early retirement. What have I been doing for the last 25+ years? I am proud to say, I am a SAHM and for most of those years I home-schooled our three children from K-12. Now, the nest is empty.

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