Below, for nostalgia’s sake, are a few excerpts from past posts. I hope I haven’t ever bored you for too long, and that I have made you smile more than a few times.
First Entry. (True to form I started right off whining about technology.)
I have had this feeling for a few years now, that technology was going to make some quantum leap and I would eyeball the chasm and opt out of the whole game. Nov 1, 2002 “Luddite’s Lament”
Extolling the virtues of a hot bath:
Have you ever wondered about the first human to ever come upon a
hot spring that was temperate enough to get into?
I would be willing to chase away some pretty formidable dinosaurs
in order to have a good soak. They look like they have really
small brains most of them, hopefully one could dupe them in some
way or another to get them the heck out of your favorite pool.
Maybe a signed copy of "Origin of Species" thrown into a nearby
tree would do it. Nov 3 2002 “A Hot Bath”
“Private Parts” Nov 8, 2002
Here is the secret. When a masculine type person wants to ask you a really profound question about life and or his manhood, he waits until you are both somewhere near the toothpaste aisle in Wal-Mart.
Nov 30 2002 “Shopping Day”
There is nothing quite as endearing at 5:15 in the morning than seeing my husband doing a little war dance in his favorite western shirt and his underwear singing, “It’s the biggest shopping day of the year, doo dah,
doo dah “ It’s an image that will stay with me all day I suspect.
Dec 20 2002 “Yoga According to Sarah”
We are beginning to dislike Sarah. We are beginning to question her motives, sweet little pixie like smile or no. We want to see Sarah’s papers. Is she QUALIFIED to teach this class ?
We PAY her for this.
April 17 2003 “Robbie’s Chametz Solution”
But what am I going to do ? Letting your dog eat your chametz is NOT fulfilling the obligation, even though I’m sure if Robbie were able he might try to give a “Robbinic” dissertation in defense of his solution…
“Let the good looking Sheltie eat the chametz”, being the central premise.
(The first day of my summer job, describing my boss’s room which I shared all summer. Unfortunately when I left, it looked exactly the same….)
The room is about 12 by 8 feet and is crammed full of binders and boxes and stacks of paper and huge computer monitors and bureaucracy detritus from three years ago. I can hardly wait to be turned loose. Except I think my boss actually wants to KEEP all this stuff! Boy, where is a nice big dumpster when you need one?
“Bureaucrat Boogie” June 19 2003
(My friend at work had to transcribe doctor’s indecipherable notes.. thus this entry)
What do you think they do to them in medical school that this happens so often? Maybe they play with those defibrillators on their off time and it fries their ability to write legibly from then on. I can just see it :
"Come over here Doctor Jones, and stick your right hand in this defibrillator and let's see what happens."
"Sure Dr. Smith, no problem."
Bbbbzzzzzaaaapp!
"Ah look Dr. Smith, my handwriting is FUBAR'ed"
"Cool" says Dr. Smith, now do my hand."
July 16 2003 “Handwriting Defibrillated “
There was this guy at work….
He looks like he just stepped out of the operating room and is on some important errand. While the patient lies on the operating table and the doctors stand around with their gloved hands in the air, blue bird man whizzes around the hospital in search of some vital piece of information so they can proceed with the procedure.
Aug 5 2003 “The Scrub Man Mystery”
A conversation with my therapist, Dr. Rubber Duckie in the bath one night:
Me -- Yeeess... there's the scribble book for creative writing, there's my serious journal for factual, historical, family oriented, responsible, sort of writing. Then there's the peri-menopausal rant journal where I've taken to writing scandalous thoughts that I don't show to anyone, and finally, my online diary
Dr. RD (Wiping bubbles off this spectacles) What is an on line diary?
Me-- Well it's an open to the public diary that is posted on a Web site and anyone can come and read it 24 hours a day from all over the world.
Dr. RD -- (Stunned watery silence). You mean to tell me people read this stuff you write on this web site? Your private thoughts?
Aug 15 2003 “Duckie Dear Diary”
Enough Already... :-)
When I began this experiment, I had all kinds of ideas about what it was. But I never figured on the truly delightful surprise of getting to know some of you here on Dear Diary. I enjoy reading your diaries and learn things from everyone all the time. I just wanted to say thanks for reading, AND for writing.
We are making each other’s lives richer. Here’s to another year of discovery, and good clean fun!
Write On!