The Doctor Sings!

Most people know that Peter Capaldi was in a punk band with Craig Ferguson back in the day.

Well this week, he rocked out on the series opener of Doctor Who!

Then I found this!!

Let's Talk About The Debate

I've kind of been getting my political info via MSNBC. I've watched more Trump speeches than I care to admit too.

Seriously how can anyone support this guy?

I've watched parts of the recent debate and I have to say

How can anyone support any of those idjits?

I'm not saying the idjits on the Democratic side are any better, but they seeming talk a bit more sense. And yes, I'm a bleeding heart liberal, but I also know that somewhere out there there have to be some moderates on both sides.

Where did they go?

Why are we all wingnuts?

Also..why couldn't any of those candidates pick a woman for the 10 dollar bill. Seriously one chose Mother Theresa and another Maggie Thatcher.

WTF.

Susan B Anthony was a good choice but she did have her face on that ill fated dollar coin that circulated in the 70s/80s.

Rosa Parks too, I will not argue with and even Abigail Adams..

But out of 11 candidates they didn't have a very original thought....

But back to Trump, how can one man that should really be intelligent for all his business dealings be so freaking offensive and yet have so many people supporting him?

That my friends is what scares me. That and Carly Fiorina...she's a bit terrifying too.

You Can Never Go Home

I went back to the old house today to get some more stuff out. Mostly it was to get stuff out so I could take it to Goodwill or the library or wherever.

My brother in law, is going to take the house, and so far he's gutted the place. It isn't pretty.

It looked so lonely and so small, even though it is a much larger house than the one I'm living in now.

I'm tired and hurt and if there wasn't so much stuff that needs to come over here I'd never set foot over there.

Paul Simon Makes Me Sad

I have always been a fan of Paul Simon and Simon and Garfunkel, but when I saw Paul's performance on The Late Show, I was totally brokenhearted.

He sounds ok, but like so many other artists from the 60s and 70s, age is taking a toll on his voice.

The worst came a few days later when our local PBS station played Simon And Garfunkel live in Central Park.

It made me think, maybe its time for Paul to hang it up. There are several artists from that decade that need to retire. (cough..Paul McCartney)

I think artists need to stop thinking about the money and consider how they sound. Some of them are pretty embarrassing.

I'll give McCartney credit for his boundless energy, but his voice...oh it hurts me to hear him live. I wouldn't pay money to see him.

I don't think I'd pay money to see Paul Simon now either.

I think there's a point where the albums are better to listen to.

Stupid Cell Phones

I hate cell phones.

My Virgin Mobile Supreme is about years old and in cell phone years, that's pretty old. It was a pretty good phone too at the time. It was about $200 when I bought it.

Now there's nothing comparable to it.

All Virgin Mobile offers are the cheap bottom of the barrel phones or the super expensive Galaxy/iPhones which I neither need or want.

My service month is nearly up and I use between 1-2 GB of data and I pay $59.50. I'm actually getting 8 GB of data for that price, not that I have a phone that will do anything to use it.

It is so frustrating especially when your phone is on its last legs.


Grrr

No One Understands

I need to vent.

I'm lonely. I'm depressed.

No one understands.

When I say I'm depressed, everyone assumes that that it is because of my father, and yes, that is a huge part of my problem. I miss my daddy desperately. I feel like I've been cast aside.

But there is more to it, like I said.

I've moved from the only home I've ever known, to a strange little house where I have no space that I can call my own.

My room has a hope chest, my dresser and my bookcases. My CDs are all over the floor, for lack of anyplace to put them.

I have no place to call my own.

No bed. No place to sit. Nothing.

I have no friends.

No there are friends, but again, no one that can help, and I need help.

I'm trying to so hard. I'm downsizing. I'm trying to organize better, but it is so hard to do on my own.

I don't think I was cut out for this.

Busy Day

Got a lot done today, believe it or not.

~ Got the laundry done (Mind you, it isn't put away yet, but it washed, dried and folded.)

~ Met Bill and his wife, Agnes for coffee @ Starbucks. I swear this is the first time I've had a conversation with someone that isn't a co-worker or family member in weeks.

~ Started to put away and catalog some of my CDs.  There are still quite a few that haven't made it over to the new house and that kind of freaks me out, because there are already so many here. Yikes

~ Managed to get 2 bags of books ready to be donated to the library and another bag or so of CDs for Goodwill.

~ Found something that makes my dining room floor look not so terrifying.

A Day In The Life

Let's discuss my boring life

~ Waited for my mom's pension check, and it didn't show up. Getting my day off to a slow start. At least I got a good book in the mail.

~ Headed off shopping, the only highlights were buying a blu ray player and a 5 cup coffee maker.

~ Didn't get to the grocery store until 3 pm,  meaning I had to make supper while trying to put everything away. In other words my dining room and kitchen exploded.

~ Made an awesome Dog Food Crescent Pie

~ Spent the rest of the night watching The Doctor's Finest on BBC America

Is It Weekend Yet?

This has been a long week. A very very long week.

My internet has been crappy.

I had to hunt down death certificates for a few accounts we need to close.

I still have so much cleaning and organizing to do at the new house.

Oh and you know something sad...NO ONE HAS VISITED ME in this new house.

I am damn lonely and that's really all I can say.

What I Don't Understand

One of the things I don't understand about our political system is how certain states get to decide who the nominee for president.

The business of the primary elections makes no sense to me at all.

Why is there a set date for the general election but each state has their primary on different dates, and if your state is at the end of the list, it really proves that sometimes your vote really doesn't matter.

It boggles my mind.

Of course when you look at the clowns running for president in 2016, well...it really scares you that one of them may actually become the next president....especially that wackadoodle front runner, but that's a rant for another day.

For now I'm just going to be glad that Rachel Maddow is around to bring some levity to this nonsense, especially as Jon Stewart is no longer on.

Things I Want

Some of these things are doable...others not so much.

1. One stress free weekend.

2. A pub table for my kitchen. I'm really loving this one from Wayfair. I want it more for workspace.

3. A futon or daybed for my room, since I have none at the present time. What I do have is a floor covered in books and CDs.

4. A week at work that doesn't have me plotting someone's death.

5. 8 hours of sleep. Pretty please?

Not much to ask for, right?

RIP Eliza

Monday night my little Eliza Dookittle went across the rainbow bridge

I really have no words, except that the loss of this sweet little girl has my heart shattered.

Eliza came into the world with much difficulty. She was found nearly starved to death by a lovely humane officer from Washington County who worked to bring her to health.

I got involved because she needed to have more permanent care. I fell for her when I saw her, and my sister was supposed to take her once she had one of her male cats neutered. Somehow that never happened and Eliza Dookittle stayed with me and my brood.

She fell in love with one of my other kittie, 'Mokey and they could often be found together

Eliza was the perfect kitty in every way. She was always vocal and loved to let the world know she was around.

Eliza Dookittle was just shy of 2 years old. Her human family and her furry family will miss her terribly.

TBT: Days when I was skinny and cute

This picture was taken a long time ago.

~sigh~

I was skinny....cute....and I was able to travel

~sigh~

My New Project

I spent the afternoon with mom going through cookbooks and I got an idea.

Once a week, we are going to try a new recipe.

This week's new dish is going to be Beefy Tortellini Skillet

As soon as I make the new dish, I'll share my feelings on it on my Wenches blog.

I figure, this project will shake things up and get me using some of the bazillion cookbooks that are in this house!

Its Been Awhile

I don't know why I can't get back on the blogging bandwagon again and I really want to.

Can you say house issues?

I swear, I'm going to call this house "The Money Pit".

Remember that movie?

The sewer backed up today.

Yay!

So the plumber is coming out this afternoon.

Oh and the toilet seat broke and the plastic nut seems to be permanently attached.

I freaking GIVE UP!

And on an entertainment front....Damn Jon Stewart for leaving when there's so much crazy going on in the news!

I've Lost Myself

In the course of this move, I've managed to lose almost everything I loved.

My bedroom, (ha ha ha) is no bedroom, as it has no bed, and all my books (well almost all of them) and some of my CDs are piled on the floor. (With nowhere to go) I haven't had much of a chance in the 4-ish weeks that we've lived there to even try to organize and declutter my space.

Nope. I have no place to call my own in this house.

None.

I'm frustrated.

I'm angry.

I want to go home.

At least on 11th ST, I had a place to call my own.

Here, I have nothing, except bills, and I truly believe that no one cares.

I can't get to my computer, because there's no place for it. Where there is space for it...there's no three pronged outlets.

I know I'm whining, but dammit, I thought moving would make things easier or better for me.

Frankly, I think it has done the opposite and it is making me very very crabby.

Justice For Cecil & All Other Animals

Like many other people, I'm outraged by the killing of Cecil the lion. I am not a fan of big game hunting, or any hunting for that matter. Trophy hunting however really pisses me off, and the people that post pictures of themselves with their kill are some of the vilest creatures on this planet.

I don't agree with killing for the sake of killing, which is what most Trophy hunting is. I also think these idiots need  to look at the animal population. The number of lions and elephants etc are declining rapidly.

When these animals are gone, THEY ARE GONE!!!

WTF is wrong with these people.

We've lost so many beautiful creatures to extinction, why do humans feel we have a right to kill more, so that number of nonexistent creatures grows?

I saw one hunter..a woman...with her kill. It was a giraffe.

I'm sorry when I say, WTF is wrong with you?

What did that animal do to you?

Does it make you feel more powerful to kill an animal?

Do you feel special?

I'm sorry, like that dentist and that doctor who I'm ashamed to say is from Pittsburgh, I hope there's a special place in hell for you.

My kitties roar, for Cecil, and so do I.

RIP Cilla Black and Lynn Anderson

Two lovely ladies of music left us this weekend

From the UK, Cilla Black who is a national treasure there.



And Lynn Anderson, a country darling from the 70s

Will Things Ever Go Right?

My tale of woe for the week.

There is one plus...all the plumbing issues are taken care of now. We have a shiny new water heater, there is a Pittsburgh toilet in the basement, and other minor issues have been fixed. Yay! All for about $1000. So can't complain there.


But back to the woe...cos that's more fun.

1. House has some fun (ha ha ha) electrical issues. Outlets and fixtures that don't work for no reason...and yeah. that's going to be fun to fix.

2. My car is lighting up like a Christmas tree, with useless lights. The airbag light is still on. But wait, now the door light is on, when ever door and the trunk are shut tight. Seriously? WTF! I have a ghetto car!

3. Some people think its fun to have a 5 day vacation and then come home and have a party. In the last 2 years, I've not gone anywhere. I have not gone further than 30 miles from my home, and that was either to Washington, PA or to Upper Saint Clair when I met one of my favorite authors. I've not been to Wheeling in about 5 years..and the same for Pittsburgh, but no one can give me a break, and yet I cook for their sorry asses? I think I'm done with them all.


Rant and Woe ended, go in peace.

I Need A Stereo

Can you believe these words are coming out of the mouth of the woman that has 1000 + CDs? No, I don't own a stereo anymore.

I have 3 mp3 players that I seldom use as most of the music I listen to is played in my car or on my computer.

How very sad is that?

I'm trying to decide what brand to buy this time. Heck, I'm actually trying to find a stereo. Do places even sell them anymore? Has music mostly gone digital?

Can I just say that sucks?

I just want to listen to my music again, and not the stupid TV, especially as the only things worth watching are on the History Channel. (yes, I'm still addicted to all things alien)

Why do the networks seem to think we all have lives and are on a constant vacation from May til Sept?

Oops that's a totally different rant.

But back to the CD player/Stereo thing. I can't seem to find anything that isn't a boom box or something that is very flimsy. Anyone have any advice on a reasonable system?