I am amazed at the number of people who have old farm equipment on display in their yards.  They apparently feel that this equipment gives their yard a certain flair.

Unfortunately that “flair” is totally lost on me.  I put it in the same category as having a 78 Chevy sitting there with the hood open.

The other day, I went to Meijer (regional grocery chain) to purchase some deodorant.  Since I am not fond of shopping for personal hygiene products, I tend to buy the same brand each time I shop.   Not only do I buy the same brand, I tend to look for the same packaging.

So, I was some what confused when I found my usual deodorant brand but in a different colored package.  And I was shocked at the price.  A two pack was $7.00!  Wow.  But, as I scanned the shelves, I found my usual deodorant in the usual two pack for only $3.00.

So, I wondered, what was the difference?  Upon closer examination I discovered that the $7.00 pack was Women’s deodorant.  But why the price difference?  Did the womens contained more deodorant.  No, it actually contained less deodorant.  Was it better?  I don’t know.

While there may be subtle differences between the two deodorants, I suspect that the real difference had more to do with what the two genders are willing to pay for protection.

At one point during lunch, my co-worked announced that she was glad that she had retired.  I reaffirmed that by saying that I too was glad that had she retired.  And I said that with all honesty.

When she retired, the tension level in the office dropped dramatically!!  People were no longer at each others throats.  We actually all got along.  The office became very civil and professional since we were no longer afraid of the “Wicked Witch of the West”!!

I am sorry, but I hope I never see this person again!   Lunch only reminded me of what a horrible person she is.  And, it may take me awhile to recover from our meeting!

During lunch, she began complaining about my former co-workers, and I began to remembering why I hadn’t missed her.

She was a horrible person to work with.  And I had to kiss her butt daily in order to avoid the wrath of her self righteousness.  And, if I didn’t, she would complain about me to my manager.  So, rather than confront her, I played the peace keeper and hoped that she would just leave me alone.

When she announced that she was retiring, she told me that I would miss her.  And she was right.  I missed her about as much as I missed a boil on my butt.   In short, I rejoiced when she retired.

While eating lunch, I mentioned that I had run into another former co-worker of ours a few days earlier.  She commented that the former co-worker and her had been best of friends until the co-worker “threw her under the bus”.  That is when I remembered what a horrible person she had been to other people.

She was constantly complaining about everyone in the office.  Things like when they arrived in the morning, when they got back from lunch, when they left for the day… all things that did not effect her and that were not her concern.

But, every time that something like that happened, she ran into the bosses office and complained.  In short, she was the office tattle tale.

Eventually, people complained about her behavior including her best friends.  So, she lost a lot of friends and couldn’t understand why.

And while she complained about being “thrown under the bus” by her friends, in reality, her friends got tired of being “thrown under the bus” by her.

The other day, I walked into a restaurant and ran into a retired co-worker of mine.  We had been very close at work, but I hadn’t seen her since she retired.  So, after three years of not hearing from her, I was surprised when she asked me to join her for lunch.

It was after I sat down that I remembered what she was really like.  Unfortunately at that point in time, there was no gracious way out so I was committed for the next hour.

Recently, I picked up a 32oz soft drink at the drive through window of a local fast food chain.  Since I was thirsty, I quickly finished my drink.  When I arrived at home, I decided to refill my cup with a 12oz can of Diet Coke.  To my surprise, the 12oz can refilled my fast food cup to the brim.  My conclusion?  My fast food drink consisted of 20oz of ice.

A 13 year old Russian girl can bench press 240 pounds.  I bet she can also pull a plow.  What a woman!!

While walking through the lobby of the motel where I am staying, I noticed that one of the magazines on the table was The American Journal of Oncology.

Well OK.  I know that after a long day of driving, I just want to kick back and relax with a good magazine like that.