...and Now a Word From Our Sponsors!!!

Huh? What's going on here? I'm not going to sit through this.

Hold on, don't get your knickers in a twist again. All good things have sponsors. The Olympics, Baseball, Car Racing, your favorite TV Shows, even movies have trailers of up-coming attractions. Soooo sit your butt back down in that chair in front of your computer screen.

Get your soda pop, or other favorite beverage, popcorn, sit back, relax and enjoy.

All right, admit it, you got a belly laugh out of that didn't you. You were going to stick around just to humor me. So you took a handful of pop corn & were washing it down with your soda pop. Your eyes popped out...it flashed through your mind...

Glory-oskie Zero, she is a dirty old lady after all.

Then the blanket gets thrown back & you can't hold pop corn & soda in your mouth anymore---blast it--it sprays all over your computer screen. Ha!!! Gottcha!!!

Well my kitties, my luvs, my peeps, I'm leaving you with your computer screen to clean up, have a good day now!

    --Glory-oskie Zero I wish today were tomorrow, luv Fostine.

Devastation In My Miniscule World

Oh Blast!!! Another biggie, my monitor died. When I turned off my computer last Friday night, then turned it on Saturday,

NOTHING--ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED.

I tried the electrical surge protector outlets on the floor, but nothing helped.

Another devastation, another owie, but not on my body this time, but with my ability to connect with the world.

I couldn't read the tweets from my Celtic Thunder Lads. How am I supposed to know what they are doing? I couldn't tweet, not that anyone reads what I tweet, I don't care, I just love the challenge of getting a tweet in there that makes sense in the limited wordage (if wordage is a word) of a 140 characters. I couldn't find my instructions on how to tweet from my phone. OMG, I so need to tweet!!!

I couldn't get on Face Book. I didn't know I would get so addicted to writing a comment on my wall, but I did. Boy talk about withdrawal symptoms!!! BUT I have a cell phone & I did manage to post a message on my Face Book Wall by cell phone. Look I'm writing, I'm out there, I'm a small speck of dust somewhere in this big universe, posting this little note.

I have it baaadd, I should never, never have started any of this. I may have to go to an addiction group for twittering & face booking. I'm sure they have them somewhere in this world.

Oh, & I was able to check my Yahoo email account. Thank goodness for my cell phone, no one better get too close to me and my cell phone. I'll sic my attack kitty if I think they're going to get my cell phone, my little life line to the big universe. (Ha ha!)



I'm off (not mad in the head off, like I felt before) but off to bed...
good night my kitties, my luvs, my peeps, be good whilst I sleep.


--Glory-Oskie Zero, I wish today were tomorrow, luv Fostine.

Madd As The Mad Hatter

I swear I was just sitting around the house letting my right shoulder heal from surgery--it's been a week now--all of a sudden...

I think I must have followed the white rabbit down the rabbit hole.

Now it's not because I'm taking those pain pills. The pain in my shoulder has diminished to the point I'm not taking them anymore. I know, I know, it takes a while for the pills to work out of a person's system, or so I think, but what do I know, I'm only me, I'm not a doctor. But I swear, I swear on my ma's eyes,

I fell through that white rabbit's, rabbit hole !!!

And there I was sitting trying to watch the NY Yankees & the Arizona diamondbacks. Maybe it was just that first inning that made me want to chase that white rabbit down the rabbit hole. Vazquez vs. Dontrelle Willis (June 13). I swear I thought that first inning would never end. Neither pitcher could find the home plate.

I finally got so sick of the Yankees (Moi--sick of the Yankee's, am I in the right house?) I left the TV area & tried to play my Celtic Thunder music. Blast & double blast!!! Even the CT music couldn't sooth my madness. (Am I sure I'm in the right house??) I gave up & got in the bed. I left the music going in the living room, turned the TV on in the bedroom. I couldn't stand it any more I shut the damned thing off & called my nephew, Mike. Maybe he can keep me sane for another day.

It's hard to know I have a right arm. I can look down & see it, I can reach over with my left hand & touch it, but I can't use it because of the shoulder surgery. I have to have my arm in a sling so I don't go wild & ruin the orthopedic surgeon's repair job on my torn rotator cuff.



"But I don't want to go among mad people," said Alice. "oh, you can't help that" said the cat. "Were all mad here."   --Lewis Carrol

All of this was explained to me, but I didn't know how hard it would be just sitting this first week healing. I can't drive--so I'm dependant on friends, volunteers, & I'm trying to get registered with dial-a-ride. I think I will feel better once I'm able to get out once in a while. Just knowing that my car is sitting right there in my drive way & I'm not supposed to drive it adds to making me go madd, too.

I talked to my nephew, Mike for almost two hours, it sorta calmed me down. I have alluded to madness & I have survived one more day.

Well my kitties, my luvs, my peeps, I'm going to try to sleep off any other madness that lingers with me this day & hope tomorrow is better...

   --Glory-oskie Zero, I wish today were tomorrow, luv Fostine