Ha! Ha! WORK!!!!

I got an e-mail from those job people:

A recent review of our records indicated that you have applied for the General Office Clerk position with Good Company Jobs . After reviewing your application we have determined that you meet our initial employment requirements.

What?  Are they freakin’ nuts.  Did they even read my application?  I guess I didn’t mention that I was disabled and don’t want a job as a general office clerk.  This is not the road I want to take.

At this point in my life this is what I think of work.

Well, I just thought I would keep you up to date on my quest for a job–by mistake.

From Wikipedia:

Employment is a contract between two parties, one being the employer and the other being the employee. An employee may be defined as: “A person in the service of another under any contract of hire, express or implied, oral or written, where the employer has the power or right to control and direct the employee in the material details of how the work is to be performed.” Black’s Law Dictionary page 471 (5th ed. 1979).

In a commercial setting, the employer conceives of a productive activity, generally with the intention of generating a profit, and the employee contributes labour to the enterprise, usually in return for payment of wages. Employment also exists in the public, non-profit and household sectors. To the extent that employment or the economic equivalent is not universal, unemployment exists.

I don’t think so. I’ll stick with unemployment.


I Just Applied For An Office Job –By Mistake!

I got an E-mail this morning from some company asking me to give a reference for one of my daughter’s best friends. I’ve known this girl since she was 5 years old.  I gave her a glowing reference which was well deserved.  I think the company was some kind of job finding company that I filled out the reference for.

At the end of the form, they asked if I might be looking for a job. I suddenly thought to myself  “Joan, you should get a part time job at home  working on the computer.”  So I filled in “Yes”.  They asked  a few other questions and I was finished.  Then they thanked me for applying for the same job my daughter’s friend applied for–a 9-5 office job. OOPS!!!

I couldn’t deal with an office job even if I wasn’t disabled.  Cubicles kill people.  They are so claustrophobic.  Even if cubicles aren’t involved I’m thinking at this point in time working would kill me.  Can you imagine me at work flinging my cane around and calling everyone “dumbass”?

Actually, the only kind of computer work I would like to do is research.  I wouldn’t want to do billing or any crap like that. I just like looking up stuff.  You know, give me a subject and I look up stuff about it.  I doubt that there are many people out there looking for someone to look up stuff.

I’m curious to see if they will call me though. That would be funny.  I doubt I will be doing any other work beside my kitchen slave cook work that I do here.  I need time for blogging and looking stuff up in the dictionary.

Dictionary   STUFF

  1. The material out of which something is made or formed; substance.
  2. The essential substance or elements; essence: “We are such stuff/As dreams are made on” (Shakespeare).
  3. Informal.
    1. Unspecified material: Put that stuff over there.
    2. Household or personal articles considered as a group.
    3. Worthless objects.
  4. Slang. Specific talk or actions: Don’t give me that stuff about being tired.
  5. Sports.
    1. The control a player has over a ball, especially to give it spin, English, curve, or speed.
    2. The spin, English, curve, or speed imparted to a ball: “where we could watch the stuff, mainly curves, that the pitchers were putting on the ball” (James Henry Gray).
  6. Basketball. A dunk shot.
  7. Special capability: The team really showed its stuff and won the championship.
  8. Chiefly British. Woven material, especially woolens.
  9. Slang. Money; cash.
  10. Slang. A drug, especially one that is illegal or habit-forming.

v., stuffed, stuff·ing, stuffs. v.tr.

    1. To pack (a container) tightly; cram: stuff a Christmas stocking.
    2. To block (a passage); plug: stuff a crack with caulking.
    3. Basketball. To block (a shot or an opponent who is shooting), especially before the ball leaves the shooter’s hands.
    1. To place forcefully into a container or space; thrust: stuffed laundry into the bag.
    2. Sports. To shoot (a ball or puck) forcefully into the goal from close range.
    3. Basketball. To dunk (the ball).
    1. To fill with an appropriate stuffing: stuff a pillow.
    2. To fill (an animal skin) to restore its natural form for mounting or display.
  1. To cram with food.
  2. To fill (the mind): His head is stuffed with silly notions.
  3. To put fraudulent votes into (a ballot box).
  4. To apply a preservative and softening agent to (leather).


To overeat; gorge.


stuff it Vulgar Slang.

  1. Used as an intensive to express extreme anger, frustration, or disgust.

stuff (one’s) face Slang.

  1. To eat greedily.

[Middle English, from Old French estoffe, from estoffer, to equip, of Germanic origin.]

A Little Bit of Fun At Dr. Seuss’ Expense!!

Just couldn’t resist posting these.  I got them in an e-mail.

Halloween Party 2008 with CrackPot Video!!

The party was a success.  I had a great time.  About half the people wore costumes and they agreed to let me post their photos.  The first is a video of me.

My niece’s new house

Me and Flavor Flav

The Vampire

The Zombies (my niece and her husband)

My niece, Sarah and her friend J

Mr. Mrs. Showing Some Leg!!

The Snowman People

Batman and his Witch

Me and the Lost Boys

Me and the Rockers

Obie and Sarah

There was tons of food.  I ate shrimp, vegetables and some Baked corn chips with salsa.  I didn’t have any lunch or supper at home.  I did have a few rum and diet cokes and then a few more.  Don’t worry my daughter drove and she doesn’t drink.

One thing I discovered at my niece’s house was a spare bedroom.  When you are on her deck you have a beautiful view of the pond. I stupidly didn’t take a photo of it.  My niece and her husband are awesome people.  They only live about 30 minutes away.  I could actually drive there.  They told me I am welcome to stay over when I need a little vacation.  I am going to take them up on it. They are a really easy going pair and lots of fun to hang out with.  So now I have a new getaway.

I am so lucky to have such a wonderful family. There were a few crackpots at the party but no dumbasses except for possibly me.  I managed to spill salsa on myself after being there for only five minutes.

I need one of these–an adult bib!!  I disguised  the model.

Weight Watcher’s Saturday!!

Well, the news isn’t horrible considering the crap I went through over the last two weeks.  I missed last Saturday’s meeting because of Grampa’s funeral.  I never do as well when I miss a meeting. I also wore heavier clothing this week. I had on long jeans and a long sleeve shirt and socks.  Usually I have been wearing very thin capris and a T-shirt.  I’m thinking the jeans weigh a lot. I wish I had a scale to weigh them.  They wouldn’t let me take tham off at weight watchers.  Ha! Ha! That would have been a sight.  Me and my purple underwear.

I ended up gaining 1 pound over the two weeks so I am thinking I actually stayed the same and didn’t gain anything because of the heavy clothes which surprises me because it seemed I did some emotional eating.

Why do I think this won’t work? I used to sell this type of stuff.

Tonight I am going to a party at my niece’s house.  They just bought the house this summer.  They hadn’t sold their old house which is on the same street two houses down from the new one.  They rented it and the week before the people were supposed to move in,  the old house  burned to the ground.  It was an electrical fire.  Thank goodness no one was living in it yet.  The bad thing is my neice hadn’t moved all their stuff out and her wedding gown and photos etc. were burned. She’s only been married two years.

I haven’t seen the new house yet so I’m excited to do that.  It’s much larger than the old one and has a lake view.  Plus I am always up for a good party.  She said she would have a vegetable tray for me. You gotta love those veggie trays.

These save me at parties. I can eat all night for almost 0 points.

I’ll bring my camera and hopefully have permission to post some party pictures. I’m going in my traditional costume–myself.  I’ll do an interview at the party.  Should be interesting because I will have a few rum and diet cokes. They are only 2 points each.

Well, I have to go take a shower and get ready.  Ta! Ta!  WTF does Ta!  Ta! mean anyway.

Well, now we know!!!

Probably derived from baby talk c1823 (imitative)

[edit] Pronunciation

tɑːtɑː or tətɑː or təˈtɑː

[edit] Interjection

ta ta

  1. informal: goodbye
    • 1923, Ed Smith of Cranbrook Courier, Reminiscences of Kootenay Pioneers (recalling an event claimed to be the origin of the place name Ta Ta Creek recorded in 1900; viewed in British Columbia archives at [1]) – Red put the spurs to his horse and galloped away: “Ta ta, friends, I’ve business up the trail.”
    • 2006, Daily Flute (blog) read at [2] on 13 May 2006, Ta ta – I’m going to stop blogging, probably for good.

[edit] Synonyms


A dumbass is not something I aspire to be but a crackpot, I’m not so sure. Let’s first see the definitions of the word crackpot.

From the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary:


One entry found.

Main Entry:
: one given to eccentric or lunatic notions
crackpot adjective
From the Wiktionary:

crackpot (plural crackpots)

  1. (informal) An eccentric, crazy or foolish person. A kook.
    Time will tell whether he is a crackpot or a genius for promoting that sort of idea.
  2. (informal) Someone addicted to crack cocaine (i.e. a drug addict). See also crackhead.

[edit] Adjective


  1. (informal) Eccentric or impractical
    a crackpot idea
Now that we have seen the definition we will do another google image search for the word crackpot, then crack-pot,  and lastly crack pot and see what happens.

Crackpot   BORING!!!!

Crack-pot  Interesting!!

Crack Pot  Dumbass!!!!

So, how do I analyze the results?   I don’t.  It’s way too complicated for me today.  I leave you to your own musings.  But I am thinking that crackpots are a good thing.  I saw in the definition words like crazy, eccentric, foolish and kook.  That’s me in a nutshell.  Ha! Ha!  Get it–NUTSHELL!!!  I think I like being a crackpot.
Since many of my readers  admitted to being crackpots on yesterday’s poll I am in good company.  I like it that people always wonder what I’m going to do next.  And that’s in real life.  I know my family thinks I am eccentric which seems to be another word for crackpot. So I am good with all of this.  I just have to decide how to spell it.   I like the google image for crack-pot the best but I know I won’t like putting that dash in there.  Way too much typing.

A Little Late But Oh Well!

I celebrated my first blogoversary on October 13th.  I didn’t even realize it until today.  I can’t believe I have been blogging a whole year.  I don’t usually stick with things that long but I seem to be sticking with blogging and weight watching.

I wanted to try out this poll widget so here is my poll. Not very original but it is all I could think of off the top of my head.  I’m gearing up to do some more polls.

Oh, I just thought of something cool.  We will pick out the top three names for my video show and let you, the reader, decide the best name using the new poll thingy.

I will do a video announcing the winner and the prize.  I guess I should go find a prize first.

Dumb-Ass, Dumb Ass or Dumbass?

According to the Wikipedia Encyclopedia, this is the correct spelling and definition of dumbass.


dumb ass (comparative more dumb ass, superlative most dumb ass)

dumb ass
more dumb ass
most dumb ass
  1. (vulgar, slang) stupid thing or stupid action
    “Loads of freethinkers have re-written that dumb-ass hymn.”
    “Marrying that drunkard was the most dumb-ass thing I ever did.”

[edit] Noun

dumb ass
dumb asses

dumb ass (plural dumb asses)

  1. (vulgar, slang) stupid person
    “Better a smart-ass than a dumb-ass any day.”

So it looks like my spelling of the word is just that—MY way of spelling it and it stays that way.  It’s easier anyway.  You save on typing.

My definition is also my own because I don’t truly believe a dumbass is a stupid person because we are all dumbasses at some time or another but it’s only because we’ve made a dumbass move.  And we know I don’t consider the word vulgar.

I just wanted to set everyone straight on this fact.  I continue to look for dumbasses but they are like little faeries.  It’s hard to catch them in the act.  Have you ever seen a photograph of a real faerie?  I don’t think so.  Dumbasses ususally make their dumbass moves very quickly–before I can even get my camera out.

The Cottingsley Pictures

Two little girls, a camera, and some fairies. The world took notice of these photographs because they were publicized by Edward L. Gardner (a folklorist whose writings on the Fairy Beliefs of the British Isles are still used for research…) and Arthur Conan Doyle. Until the late 1980’s, both girls maintained that the pictures, taken between 1917 and 1920, were genuine. Even when they recanted, they explained that they had actually seen fairies, and that the pictures were engineered to show basically what they had seen. They never did explain the method by which they faked the photographs. The Cottingsley pictures are not the only fairy pictures of this type known.

Since I consider it my aim in life to write “Dumbasses for Dummies” I will continue to persue them.  People need goals anyway.  Right? I’ll probably be looking around for Fairies too. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. (disclaimer: I would never even kill one bird. The wasband only tries to kill squirrels).

I also think that when you make a dumbass move it’s OK to admit to yourself that you were a dumbass for the moment.  Admitting your mistakes prevents you from making the same one again–HOPEFULLY!!!  Not so with everyone but that’s what separates the real dumbasses from the sometime dumbasses.

Sorry to keep writing posts on dumbasses but I can’t help it.  It’s become sort of a hobby.  I also thought it was a good way to slide back into posting on a regular basis.  Write about something you are familiar with.

Now I am going to go to google images, put in the word dumbass (my spelling) and see what I come up with.

Imagine being Google’s first dumbass.

Now I am going to spell the word with the hyphen and see what I come up with. Dumb-Ass

Now we have Google’s first Dumb-Ass

Now I will put in the word without the hyphen but as two separate words. Dumb Ass.

And he’s back again!!!

What does this tell us?  Probably not much but I’d love your opinions on this. It tells me to keep my clothes on when there are people around with cameras.

It’s a New Day and Other Stuff!!!

We went to Grampa’s funeral yesterday.  It was an open casket funeral. I had never been to one like this before so it was kind of difficult especially for Sarah and Damon. The minister from Grampa’s church spoke and he was very good.  He tried to make it a more joyous occasion than sad. He did a good job of it.  Barry spoke next and I almost clapped afterward.  But I guess it’s not appropriate to clap at a funeral home.  Barry’s talk was just so good.

I wanted to take photos but I figured that wouldn’t be appropriate either. There was one beautiful scene of Barry in the middle with his arms around Sarah and Damon at the coffin looking down on Grampa.  And then they all burst into laughter.  Only Barry can make you laugh at a funeral.  Evidently Grampa didn’t have his regular glasses on. He had some giant ones that he didn’t normally wear and of course only Barry could see the humor in it. When Barry made the comment and I’m not exactly sure what he said, Sarah told me she was laughing and crying at the same time.

After the burial we went to Grampa’s favorite restaurant for a buffet luncheon.  It was wonderful to see all of Barry’s relatives whom I hadn’t seen since Sarah’s wedding over 4 years ago.  Grampa’s younger brother was there.  He’s 91 and is a Doctor and still works.  He does consultations.

On the way to the funeral I took this photo of Barry’s crotch after he ate a muffin while driving.  Unfortunately it came out blurry but you can see the mess of crumbs in his lap after he ate the muffin.  Leslie and I teased him unmercifully over it.

After the whole thing was over, Barry took Leslie and I the long way home.

We ended up in Newport, Rhode Island.  Newport is where all the incredible Mansions are.  The Vanderbilt’s had there summer cottage there.  Many “summer cottages” were built in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s in Newport. This is an example of just one.  It is called “The Breakers”.

Many of these mansions are open to the public and I have been to all of them many times over the years. They really are incredible to see. We didn’t go in any yesterday though Barry and Leslie managed to do a little bird watching.

I took a photo of this white pigeon.  Barry said you don’t see white ones very often. I consider this pigeon a good omen, the start of a new beginning for everyone in my home.

Damon’s girlfriend came all the way from Buffalo for the funeral (an 8 hour drive).  Afterward they took off to New Hampshire to see the foliage for a couple of days.

Sarah and Obie are at Cirque Du Soleil in Boston today.  Barry and Leslie are bird watching– that’s a surprise!! Ha! Ha! That leaves me home alone and it is so nice. But I will look forward to tonight when they all descend upon me again. I will have a hot supper ready for everyone.  Tonight is crock pot orange dijon boneless fatless pork chops with tiny baby carrots. I suppose I should go cook it.

Oh, one more photo. I saw this in front of one of our stores in town LAST WEEK!!  A  little early for Christmas if you ask me.

Love to everyone and I really appreciate all the comments and e-mails through this difficult time.  But now I look forward to good times.  I’ll be making new videos and announcing the winner of my “name my video show” contest.  I’ll be visiting your blogs.  I HAVE A LOT TO LOOK FORWARD TO AND BE THANKFUL FOR.

Grampa B. 11/24/11 to 10/14/08

The wasband’s Dad passed away around 11:15 PM last night.  He was 96 years old.  He had pneumonia.  Sarah, Barry, Leslie and I went to see him Saturday night.  He had been in and out of consciousness for a day or two.  We got there in the evening, knowing that he wouldn’t be with us for much longer.  Sarah went in and held his hands and he stayed awake trying to talk to her the whole time we were there. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.  It was really a beautiful sight.   He really couldn’t come out with any words but he tried and he seemed so happy to see her.

Damon got to see him the Tuesday afternoon.  We were so happy that Damon got there in time.  Damon and his father went alone to see Grampa.  Sarah and I had already said our goodbys.  Damon had a tough time with it but he took it well. I think Grampa held on until he could see Damon.   He passed away 7 hours later.

Grampa as a child

Grampa as a young man

I posted this a few weeks ago when I visited Grampa

Grampa was a wonderful father-in-law.  I actually always thought of him as a father.  I was lucky to have two wonderful fathers. We were always close even after the wasband and I got divorced.  Sarah and Damon adored him.  When the kids were young we used to go to their house and even though they were only an hour away we would stay overnight.  The kids loved going there because Nana always had candy.  She was the kind of gramma who always had home baked cookies and cake.  They were doting grandparents.

Grampa was a story teller.  I mean when he started to tell you a story, you had to be prepared to spend an hour listening to him.  That man could talk up a storm.  Then Nana would come in the room and reprimand him for talking too much.  Then we would all laugh.

We all have great memories of Nana and Grampa.  No one can take those from us. They will always be with us.

The funeral is Saturday so I probably won’t start posting until next week. We are all doing well.  Thanks to everyone who has left me wonderful comments and sent me great e-mails.

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