Illegal Handicapped Parking

OK, I am going to get on my soapbox.   I went to the local convenience store tonight to pick up some Diet Coke.  The store has 2 handicapped spaces.   A lot of the spaces were filled including both handicapped spaces.  My problem was a woman without a handicapped placard parked in one of  the only two available handicapped spaces.  This may sound cruel but her fat little daughter could have walked the distance much easier than me.

I can’t believe that someone would actually counterfeit disabled parking placards.  What a freakin’ dumbass lazyass thing to do.

I,  actually, earned my handicapped placard by putting up with lots of pain.  I don’t understand why this woman thought she was exempt from parking in a handicapped space.  You would think she would have realized her fat little daughter should be walking for her health when she went into the store for a shitload of crap.

This behaviour will be ingrained into her daughter who will act just like her mom–a rude insensitive person.

Do you remember The Eagles song “Teach Your Children Well”?  What happened to that philosphy?

Obviously I had to give her a tough time so I parked behind her and started waving my placard at her and sort of yelling at the same time but I was nice I didn’t use profanity.  Dumbass isn’t profane is it?  Then I pulled up so she could move her car.  While she was doing that I made sure she saw me take down her license plate number.  Of course I can’t do anything with it because the island doesn’t have volunteer handicapped ticket people like Falmouth did.

OK, I’m done.  I feel better.

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Beam Me Home Scotty!

I think I woke up this morning to find myself suddenly living in Mexico. 

I have to assume if I am asked to press 1 for English I must be living in another country.

I want to go home!   NOW!

A Man Obsessed

In February of 2008 my wasband, now known as Grampy,  wrote a post here about his adventure with a squirrel.  It was a true story and evidently his adventure with that squirrel has come back to haunt him.

In Grampy’s last adventure he tried to electrocute a squirrel.  This time he is trying to frighten one to death.  Not only that, he is trying to teach his 13 day old granddaughter, Lilah, how to rid our yard of all squirrels.

We have two squirrel proof bird feeders that our highly intelligent squirrel has completely conquered.  Now Grampy is convinced that our wily squirrel is a relative of the squirrel he tried to electrocute those many years ago.

A couple of days ago Grampy came home with a large ball of twine.  He proceeded to tie one end to the pole holding the bird feeder and brought the other end into the house.  Whenever he sees a squirrel near the base of the feeder he pulls the twine , the feeder shakes,  the squirrel jumps about 4 feet into the air and proceeds to run like hell because he is so scared.  Grampy stands there and howls with laughter as the frightened squirrel stares at him from the tree.

Squirrels are very persistent and our furry culprit never seems to want to give up.  Every time I turn around Grampy is at the door pulling that string.  He’s convinced that the squirrel will finally give up.  I have my doubts.

Short Grampy video

Later on Grampy brought Lilah outside to show her how to throw rocks at near squirrels to scare them.

After Grampy and Lilah came in the house they both decided to relax.

Happy Summer Solstice and Happy Father’s Day

In the Northern Hemisphere  the summer solstice begins on June 21, 2009 at 1:45 A.M. EDT

That is coming up in an hour. I’m thinking I should run around the backyard naked or something.  Maybe cast a spell of some sort.

Ancient Pagans celebrated Midsummer with bonfires, when couples would leap through the flames, believing their crops would grow as high as the couples were able to jump.  Well I  decided I’m not going to leap through any flames so my crops which consist of one basil plant, one thyme plant and one rosemary plant will just have to grow on their own. No naked dancing either.  I would need a lot of rum to get me to do that.

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there.  My dad has been gone for 9 years but I know he’s looking down on me.

Happy Father’s Day Gubby!!!  I love you!!!

My son-in-law will get to celebrate Father’s Day tomorrow for the first time. I can tell already he is going to be a wonderful dad.

Bicycles

First of all I am not going to diss bicyclists but I am going to diss dumbass bicyclists.  A lot of people ride bicycles on the island.  I can understand that.  The island is only 20 miles long.  I can imagine not even needing a car here.

I really think some people need to take bicycle lessons of some sort.  I was driving down one of the main streets the other day.  A bicyclist was coming toward me.  I always thought that if you were on a bicycle you rode with the traffic not against it.  Anyway that was the first rule that the dumbass broke.  He was a very well dressed preppy sort of guy about 25 years old.  He didn’t really look like a dumbass.

As soon as I saw him talking on his cell phone with one hand and holding a cup of coffee with the other hand I knew him for what he was –DUMBASS!

He was also carrying this book under his arm.  I guess he got a lot out of it. (OK, he didn’t really have the book with him but I’m sure he read it.)

He obviously couldn’t have his hands on the handle bars because of the phone and the coffee.  Needless to say, his bike swerved into the oncoming traffic which was me.  Thank goodness I drive like the granny that I am–slowly– because I was able to slam on my brakes and swerve around him at the same time cursing him like a sailor.

Today I came across another dumbass bicyclist.  Our Main Street is a one way.  I was driving slowly down Main Street when this dumbass comes careening around a corner from one of the side streets, crosses directly in front of my car like I wasn’t even there. I wonder if people like that have a death wish.

Anyway my point–DUMBASS BICYCLISTS SUCK!

Lilah’s Blog

Don’t forget to check out Lilah’s Blog at Whatever Baby Thinks.

Pay It Forward

You’ve seen the movie right?

Someone named Nicole had a little give away the other day.  Widdle Shamrock put up her hand, I read her blog, and put up mine.

Here’s how it works:

* I make a handmade gift for the first three interested people who leave a comment on this post.

* I have 365 days in which to do it. What it will be and when it will arrive is a total surprise!

* The catch is that you must participate as well: you must have a blog and before you leave your comment here, write up a Pay it Forward post on your blog to keep the fun going. (Just cut and paste this part of mine if you like, which is what I did.)

I more or less cut and pasted this whole thing from Widdle Shamrock. I will add that hopefully I will craft something cool.  Since I’ve got a year I should be able to come up with something.  Now I know some of you are very crafty gals.  I was going to say crafty bitches but now that I am a Grandma I though better of it.

Now don’t leave me hanging.

I need three brave souls who want to get an awesome (I hope) handmade gift from me.

I Love Being a Grandma

Just a few more photos.  I spent the day at the hospital holding Lilah every chance I got.  I just got home for a break and to give Mumma & Dad a chance to be alone with her.  Anyway, I have farming to do at Farm Town.

Welcome Lilah

My granddaughter, Lilah, was  born on June 12 10:52 PM.   She weighed 7 lbs 14 oz and is 20 inches tall.  Labor lasted about 5 hours and she was born naturally.  She came so fast there was no time for an epidural. Sarah was awesome during the whole thing.  The wasband and I got to witness the whole thing.

Interesting note–Lilah shares her birthday with her great grandfather (Obie’s paternal grandfather)  who is alive and well and her Uncle (Obie’s brother).

Photo taken 2 minutes after Lilah’s grand entrance.

I’ll have more photos tomorrow.  It’s 2:37 AM and I am tired.  We left Mumma and Dad at the hospital.  I am off to bed so I can get back to the hospital early to hold my dearest granddaughter again.  They practically had to rip her out of my arms.

More soon.

At The Hospital

Heavy contractions –2 minutes apart!!!!!