I’m not a fan of the telephone. When I was young, I would never answer the phone if there was another family member at home. I think it had to do with my shyness and never knowing who would be on the other end of the line when I picked it up.Fast forward many years. We have a phone issue in our house. Let me set the stage. Rick usually spends his time in the living room watching TV; I spend my time in the den in front of the computer. Whenever the telephone rings, here is what I hear being yelled at me from the other room…”Can you get that?” Mind you…Rick sits on the sofa with one of our cordless phones right next to him. Why is it he needs me to answer the darn thing?
To make matters worse, every once in a while (for a little change of scenario) I hear Rick yelling the following to me as the phone is ringing…”It’s for you.” Does he really think I believe he can channel the caller’s identity by the sound of the ring!?!?!
Suddenly I’ve become Mrs. Private Secretary. What I find strange is that, when Rick worked as a manager, his phone rang directly through to his cubicle so that he always answered his own phone. There was no secretary for him to rely on. What? He thinks that, because he’s retired, he’s earned the right to have an assistant to do his bidding? I don’t think so…









While I like a little adventure, I'm not sure this is what I had in mind. Yes, I know these folks certainly will have a fascinating story to tell when they get home and I'm betting there won't be a disinterested listener amongst their family and friends. But still...do I really want to chance it???



First things first...Rick and I are going shopping this morning to a semi-annual golfwear outlet sale. We do this twice a year and Rick's closet rod is bending from all the golfshirts he has. Yet we continue to go just in case there's a shirt he has yet to purchase. One of these days he'll realize he truly has everything this particular company manufactures.









10,000 men at the U.S. Naval Training Station, Great Lakes, Illinois



I know I’ve mentioned before that I’ve been trying to clean up our den so I can finally get a loveseat for the room. The den is considered “my” room with “my” computer and “my” 20” TV and now I want “my” loveseat where I can get comfy and read “my” books.










And finally, for motorcycle enthusiasts, Suzuki has surely hired the Ghost Rider to design a bike meeting every superhero’s most speedy needs.
It's called the City Car, from MIT's Media Lab and it's billed as a "stackable electric car." This 5' long two seater apparently has electric motors in each wheel and can zip along at 55 mph. I think it's pretty nifty.