Drunk on the wheel

Pat Sajak did the Wheel of Fortune drunk. Big deal. I think a bigger story would be if he was never drunk doing that show.

There was a time when I worked for a law firm (which shall remain unnamed) and there was a Chili's in the next building where myself and some of my co-workers (who shall also remain unnamed, but you know who you are) would go for lunch. I use the term lunch loosely, because we would actually go for margarita's and chips. We would have a couple or three of whatever the flavor of the month was.

Then there was Harrington's - a real bar - sure they served food there, but in reality people went there to drink and we did. We went there for lunch. We went there after work. And once I went there about 9:30 in the morning - yes, I just said that. A friend was leaving and I suggested going over for a cocktail, cause what are they going to do fire you? I had really planned on having only one quick one. No really only one lemon drop. Well that turned into - oh maybe five? Maybe eight? Who really knows, not me that is for sure.

So I sent a message to my boss that I was sick and had gone home (luckily, he knew where I went and what I was doing and was ok with it this once). Unfortunately, my second shift guy did not come in and I had to go back in at about five and yes, I was still drunk. Not a good thing.

This is one reason I stopped going to Harrington's. The other was when the bartender (Johnny) would greet me with - Hey Margaret, got your stool right here...

These reasons along with a few others is why I had my last cocktail at about 1:45 in the afternoon on July 3rd, 1996. Not that I am counting or anything. And it was a glass of Merlot.

Words with Friends

So, I am playing the game that got Alec Baldwin kicked off a plane and showed he might just be an asshole.

Words with Friends. I am enjoying it, kind of. I have a feeling that my friend (the door dyke) is going to kick my ass.

I think the Words with Friends people sensor the words you can play. I will admit that I tried to play a weird obscure word - it would have given me a lot of points. It had a q in it for Pete's sake.

The word is quim : The noun quim was a Victorian-era word that was used specifically to refer to the fluids produced by the vagina, specifically during orgasm.

I was not allowed to play it, it told me it was not a word or misspelled.

It made me wonder what other words they don't let you use.

I found this facebook page about words not allowed, there are only two entries so maybe there is not some conspiracy.

But if you play WWF try some words and let me know.

I will be real curious to see if semen is allowed cause if it is I think that is just plain out discrimination, once more against us women.

Stick shit

Someone at work told me this story.

A friends daughter was driving home the other night and was stopped at a light.

Three guys run up to her car, one had a gun.

They yell - "get out of the car. Leave your phone and wallet"

So she did the smart thing and got out of the car.

She stood there and heard the car start and the radio go on and then she heard:

"Shit - this is a stick, I can't drive a stick!"

Three guys get out of the car and run away.

The girl drives home.

I think that if you are going to be a car jacker you really should know how to drive a stick.

Just saying.

So long, for now

I visited my friend Linda last night, it turned out to be the last time I would see her on this plane. Linda lost her struggle with Lung cancer this afternoon.

I tend to think that as you get older and you lose more people in your life, that it gets easier.

Well, it does not.

While I accept the fact that we all will die and I don't think that is a bad thing I just don't like losing people I care for.

I told Chief Matron Mare-Son not to cry, Linda was and is loved and she had a life.

I picked this picture because it reminds me of her story of travelling to Tibet. I imagine her as a gypsy wondering the world, little bells on her ankles and wrists and braided into her hair.

This is the picture I will carry with me until we meet again.

Feeling the presence of time

My friend Linda was diagnosed in August with stage 4 lung cancer and is "feeling the presence of time".

This makes me think of all those Dali paintings with the melted clocks. It was his way of showing that we have no control over time. Sometimes it goes so fast and sometimes so slow, yet in reality it is the same number of seconds every day.

We all think we are aware of time. The weekend passed far to quickly. The days drag at work and you wish it was quitting time. Some holiday is here before you are prepared.

I think Ms. Linda has once more said something profound - we all need to feel the presence of time, every day because if we don't it all slips by and sooner than we ever anticipated we are out of it.

Suspect slips out from under

Sooooo

The San Francisco police chase a suspect to Telegraph Hill where the suspect goes over the edge into a cliff area that has a lot of brush and trees.

Soooo

They decide they will not force him out. They are going to be kind, they will wait him out. They get a big light and shine it on the hillside to keep track of the suspect.

Soooo

After 30 hours, who knows how much money, said suspect is gone. He seems to have slipped out somehow. Where did he go?

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