Loathe:
* Political mail. What a waste of paper, postage, man hours delivering it, space in my post office box and, ultimately, in the trash can and landfills. Worse yet, there’s no way to opt out of it. Registered to vote equals mandatory junk mail. EPIC FAIL to our politicians!
* Having an overwhelming day at work. One of my friends landed a job a few months ago, and worked so hard and well, she actually worked herself out of the job. Her advice to me was to be careful not to do that. I’m thinkin’ I need to stop working so quickly while at work, because I think they now think I’m superwoman. I need to correct their erroneous impression. Not by screwing up, but by letting them know I can’t do everything. Why do I feel like I’m letting myself down by admitting that?
* I need to sew some items. Sew, as in “darn some socks and fix some holes,” not sew as in “create something new from scratch and patterns.” Just to clarify. And this is not something I enjoy doing, thus it being on the “loathe” part of the list and also the procrastination list. And has been on these lists, although not listed, for a few weeks now. Ugh.
* Coupons that require you “buy 2” in order to use them. I don’t want to buy 2, I want to buy 1.
Love:
* The anticipation of a holiday weekend. We’re going to the local mountains and I cannot wait.
* How good Tug’s cat, Snug, is for him. The other day, Tug was all amped up about something, back and forth, to and fro, running in circles, meowing at me. It was getting on my nerves, so I pushed Snug into him. Tug started grooming Snug, and pretty soon, he was all calmed down. Exactly why Tug has his own cat.
* My favorite instructor was teaching tonight’s aqua class. I guess her mom died and that’s why she’s been away for three weeks. *sniffle*
* Finding a pair of $89 slacks that fit like they were tailored just for me, and only for $11.99. Sweet.
* Turkish Delight. I’ve read about them for years in novels. I found some in a store a couple weeks ago and all I can say is, “Yum!”
* Milk. I cannot tell you just how very much I love milk. I am grateful every single day that I discovered I can drink raw milk and that it’s still available for purchase in California.
One Last Thing:
So, apparently, when a person registers for social security, social security in turn provides your name and mailing address to all the old fart mailing lists? Industries like AARP, places that sell support hose, and companies that are concerned for your bowel health?
All of those sentences end in question marks because my mom registered with the social security (an unsuccessful adventure and a story that would take far too long to tell here) and all of a sudden my mailbox overfloweth with old fart mail. Trust me when I tell you that my mom is the least old fartish person I know, and I know without asking that she did not request to be put on those mailing lists.
One such gem I threw away, but the headline caught my eye and caused me to retrieve it and take pictures. What was the headline you ask? Oh, let me share.
It gets better…
Rather not. Thanks.
Cool. A vitamin called “Smooth Moves.”
I guess it would stand to reason, if your poop is healthy, so are you. Really don’t want to think about 120 year old poop.
A quiz! About colon cleanliness!
Right, because we have 35 feet of intestines inside of us, and our pets have less than that, I think. Scared to Google that one, but you go right ahead.
Ummm, ick?
And, final words to live by:
With that, I say carry on. Or poop on. Or… just have a great Memorial weekend. What are YOU doing this weekend, besides pooping?
Jammie J's Quest 
Guess I should have given SS my Korean address, the way my mail gets lost here. Could be one way for Koreans to learn English by reading my mail, I guess. Now I know you love me, getting all THAT mail! Love you,
… and deny me the fun of blogging about poo mail? Oh, I think not! hehe
It’s not Fry’s Turkish delight though…. our grocery store has a british section in the ethnic aisle, yum yum!
Our grocery stores have Hispanic and Asian sections, but no British section. *envious look*
I would disagree about not putting forth your best effort at work. In general, people that exceed their goals get recognized. However, you do know when to honestly say you can’t take something else on or state to someone “I can do that but if you want me to continue doing a good job, something needs to come off my plate.” Just be honest.
My wife also finds those kinds of deals. That’s what I like about her. She’s cheap, I mean frugal.
I tried Turkish Delight (how can you not if you’ve read the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe?). I didn’t care for it. Had a funny after taste. But I’m glad you enjoy it.
I don’t need to know more about poop, thanks. There’s far too much fixation on intestinal goings on in my house with the younger kid, which is a story for another time.
Oh, I don’t plan to be a slacker. Turns out, though, I was able to talk to my boss 1st thing Friday AM and I think things are going to be OK. I think there’s a kink in communications between my two bosses, and it’s affecting what gets assigned to me. Now that I know the full story, we can work it out. I hope.
Hmmm, this Turkish Delight maybe was made different? It didn’t have any after taste, in fact, it tastes like a cross between jello and gummy bears, coated in some form of powdered sugar.
LOL — sorry about the poop thing!
I LOVE the poop mail! Oh, how I love it!! I love it, I love it, I love it! That is hilarious! As a tech writer, I can imagine being hired by the AARP (or some other old far publication) to write that kind of stuff … and not being able to write it with a straight face!
I’ve never darned a sock. Just think, if you misplace it after you darn it, you can say, “Now where did I put that darned sock?”
Have a lovely weekend!
Can you imagine writing about poop all day? And then picturing the people receiving it in the mail? hehe
Darned sock, you are so hilarious! 🙂
wow… at least you’ll have all that knowledge for when you get old. ;P hehe.
so, turkish delight’s good??? somehow, it always seemed like it would sound delicious, but taste gross. hehe.
i hate sewing, too. i make my sister do mine. ;P i don’t know WHAT i’m gonna do when she leaves me!
I think I have far too much knowledge of old people’s foibles, having grown up in my grandparents’ house. Oy.
*I* like Turkish delight, to me it tastes like a cross between jello and gummy bears, coated in a sugar concoction. Mmmm.
Lucky you, you have a Sister Slave. hehe
LOL, LOL…You are correct in assuming that all this mail starts with Social Security. Though I must say, I have never gotten THAT particular one you shared with us. And as the years go on—MORE of these type of things are sent your way. Supplements for everything an aging person, AKA Old Fart, can suffer with. Arthritus, Macular Degeneration, Colon Cleansing, etc., etc…….This is ALL a terrible waste of paper just like the Political Mail is, too…..!
Tell your Mom, this is only the biggining. It’s all about Commerce. And people over 85 have lots of problems that younger people probably do NOT have….
I must say, I laughed at the one about ‘wiping’ more than once or twice….HELP US!
Have a WONDERFUL Weekend, my dear….!
So not only is aging NOT for sissies, it’s also not for the faint of heart. I laughed about the page saying to look at your poop, because that assumes that one can twist around like that on the toilet. My experience with aged folks is they don’t have a whole lot of flexibility… and if one needs to be flexible, wouldn’t one save it for more of an important occasion than looking at your own poop? hehe
Hope you’re doing well and enjoying your weekend. xo
The YArn HArlot a very famous knitter of socks says there is only one way to darn a sock… take holey sock stand over trash can and say loudly DARN DARN as you throw it in the rubbish.
I did that with a few of my socks, that’s for sure! 🙂
Yes 3 day weekend in the mountains with sweetie. Our cats are at home having a kitty party, lol.
What is up with all that poop mail for old people, one even looked like there was poop on it for the one that said wiping, wiping and still smearing.
well got to go relax now in the mountains.
love you sweetie,
XXOXOXXOOX
I hope our cats are enjoying their uninterrupted by humans weekend!
Poor sweetie, I traumatized by posting about poopy… hehe