Sitting in the Rooting Section

  

Someday I'd like to see the Eerie Canal or the Suez Canal or the Panama Canal.  All I've ever seen is the Root Canal.  Probably five times.

Today I'm hanging out with my 90-year-old Dad as he visits that same Canal.  I'm just 25 years behind him, so will expect to sit in that same dentist chair a few more times myself.

Or worse yet, someday I might need one (or more) of those $$$Dental Implant$ that are advertised in full-color gory detail on highway billboard signs.  Bye-bye to the kid's inheritance and any chance to afford visiting Eerie, Suez, or Panama.

How's the Weather?

The lowest temperature recorded on Earth was -89 C (-128 F) 

at Vostok Station in Antarctica on July 21, 1983.
Anyone wishing to vacation there will be disappointed to find that Marriott and Hilton have yet to build.

Furnace Creek Ranch, Death Valley claims the hottest recorded temperature at a toasty 56.7C (134 F) Ouch.
Californians are considering sending any and all elected officials to this oven for slow cooking.

I postponed a trip to Arizona last week with my dad and sister.  It hit 118.  Dry heat, as they say.  Dehydration causes quick Mummification and you last another 4000 years. 

Not a bad deal, really.

Ragtime at the Blue Line

My 82 year-old dad came to my daughter's college hockey game.  He's always been pretty proper in his conversations, so his comment after the game cracked me up.

"Oh, I feel sorry for those girls; they had THREE periods in ONE day,  hahahahaha!!!!"

Guy humor...  ;)  Love ya Dad!

Life at la Ristorante

Alana is working at a ristorante on Lake Como in Italy this summer.  I got a kick out of her first blog entry:  http://alanapatrick.blogspot.it/

Life at la ristorante  by Alana Patrick  5/2013

So far, we've worked two days at Momi Ristorante. The first Italian word we learned was stanka. One of the waiters: "You stanka?'   Me: "I stink?!  Thanks..."   Later we figured out it actually means TIRED! Which we definitely are. We are on our feet all day - bussing dishes, making espressos and cappuccinos, running food, sweeping floors, the list goes on and on. Momi keeps us busy, that is for sure!

Kelly and I literally jump for joy whenever someone who speaks English comes to the restaurant. Our Italian is no molto bene to say the least.... and everyone we work with speaks sooo fast!  But, the Italian is rubbing off.  Even if we are completely useless at speaking the language, Kelly and I are slowly becoming Italian... Today, a rare American group came in. After we had met them and chatted for a while, one of the guys asked - in clear English - "Are you guys making pasta?" Kelly enthusiastically responded," Siiii! "  Another time today, one of the customers asked me where in the states I was from and I responded, unconsciously using my best Italian accent," Meeeneeeesota!" We bring a new meaning to the phrase 'dumb American's...At least we make people laugh? 

Speaking of accents, no one can pronounce our names. When I introduced myself, one of the other workers said, "Oh, like the President Franklin?"  Me: "No, not Delano, ALANA." Him: "Ohhhhhhhhhhh I see, Haaahlano!"  Kelly is Carly or Kahhhhlie. But, no worries, Momi came up with an obvious  solution:. He renamed us!. Kelly is "Maria" and I am "Magdalena." Should we be offended? Welllll at least people know our names now... 

The biggest challenge of the trip so far has been finding weeeefeeee (Italian for wifi, of course). There is NONE in the whole town of Blevio! We asked Momi about three times, and he was no help. But then today, we saw him on the internet at work! Us: WHATTT, HOWWW?! Kahhlly and Delano did some quick investigating, and we found out we needed to go to the cityof Como and buy a modem and an internet plan. Which is exactly what we did! Maybe we aren't such dumb Americans after all...

Tonight we are enjoying our weeefeee in the hotel before a busy day at the ristorante tomorrow! Arrivederci til later!

"Flow" Yoga, Indeed

What a good deal:  Groupon had 15 hot yoga classes for $25 so I thought, "Why not?"  Let me tell you why not.  It was 105 degrees. I was drenched in minutes. I tried watching the instructor to see what contortions I was suppose to be doing but I had become a sprinkler with flowing sweat impeding my view.  In fact, it got so bad, I looked like the Trevi Fountain.  It ticked me off when my classmates began tossing coins my way.  

There was a 98 degree class called "Flow Yoga" so, next time,  I did that.  The loss of 7 degrees didn't stop the sweat from flowing out of my body at an alarming rate.  The instructor had us attempt things like leaning forward, standing on one foot while the other foot was suppose to stroll somewhere near the ceiling.  The leg I was perched on began to shake violently measuring close to 8.5 on the Richter Scale causing the other participants to dive for cover--or was that just another yoga move?  I wouldn't know, I was the pathetic person slouched on my slick yoga mat noisily sucking down water.  

When meeting up with friends afterwards, they kindly said I had a healthy reddish glow.  In actuality, I believe I had had a stroke.  
©3/2013  Jana B Patrick,  janasrandomwriting.blogspot.com 

Berry Clever, Caroline!

My daughter-in-law, Caroline, is quite the ladder climber--4 promotions in as many weeks after starting in sales with a dermatology company.  As her husband says, "People like her!"  I believe she was born with the 'getting ahead' gene.

Today she told us about how, when she was in first grade, the smartest girl in the class was also named Caroline.  So our Caroline( Lais) would do her hated school worksheets and sign 'Caroline Berry' at the top hoping that the really smart Caroline would simply write 'Caroline.'  The theory was that our Caroline would then get the really good grade that the other Caroline earned.

The teacher saw right through this.  Especially since the allegedly smarter Caroline spelled her last name 'Barri.'

 A plug for our Caroline ;)
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Pull Over and Say "Ah."

While driving years ago, we were discussing tonsils.  (Aren't we fun?)  Six year old Ryan was worried about the longevity of his tonsils when he heard that Steve and I had ours out when we were little.  I told Ryan that was the norm back then, and that the doctors don’t take them out so much anymore.  Ryan nodded, “Oh, so it was the law back then.”  Out of his earshot I said to Steve, “Can’t you see getting pulled over for a routine traffic stop and the cop saying, “Okay, you’re wearing your seat belts, kids are in car seats…and hey, pal, you wouldn't be sporting any illegal tonsils now would ya?"
©2/2013  Jana B Patrick,  janasrandomwriting.blogspot.com