Archive for the ‘There’s a reason for everything’ Category

Bullet Dodged

May 2, 2007

A young lady of my acquaintance was dating a guy who is –well, let’s just say he’s bad news all around, it never would have worked, and she was getting to where she couldn’t stand him anyway, but hadn’t completely broken it off yet. Why was she with him in the first place? The oldest story in the book. He came along at a very vulnerable time in her life–a really ripe time to make serious errors in judgment. Been there, done that, don’t want to ever do it again.

Several days ago she stomped out in a huff, telling him he was a wuss and a weenie for reasons I won’t bother going into. On her way out, he said, “Oh, by the way, I broke all the condoms.”

Seems this waste of breathing oxygen decided unilaterally that he wants to have babies now, and he chose her to be the mother. Too bad he didn’t clear it with her first. He figured if he got her pregnant, she’d have to stay with him.

Isn’t it usually the other way around? Girl gets pregnant to try to trap boy?

The young woman’s family was ready to take out a hit on the guy, whereas the guy’s family were overly concerned about “his feelings” to the exclusion of hers.

Last night she had an early miscarriage.

Thank God.

Now she doesn’t have to either raise a baby whose father she hates, or suffer the guilt of an abortion.

And I do hope she’ll be a little more careful about unzipping her pants in the future.


He Was A Cantankerous Old Coot…

April 16, 2007

… but he was OUR cantankerous old coot.

He was my 89 year old uncle, and he died on Saturday. He will be sorely missed. Opinionated, blunt to the point of rudeness, never stopped talking, and always loved a good prank. (Sound like anybody else you know?)

My sister and I are making a quick trip down to L.A. to be with our aunt for a couple of days. So no blogging until I get back.

That Explains It

January 14, 2007

Ever since I got the new desktop computer about a month ago, I wondered why the USB ports on the front of the case didn’t work.

Today I figured it out. They work a whole lot better if they’re actually hooked up to the motherboard.

Nice of the tech who built it to leave out that one little step, eh?

That’s Pathetic

March 27, 2005

This morning we read online that Michael Schiavo had refused to let Terri have communion on this most holy day of the Catholic calendar.

This afternoon Kerry came up with the probable reason why. If he allowed it, he would be acknowledging that there’s a real person still alive in there.

How sad.

There has to be a reason this is happening. I wonder if we’ll ever know it.

Update: The latest news indicates that Terri was given communion after all. Yesterday, she wasn’t to be allowed it. Today, her alleged excuse for a husband changed his mind.

Two Years Already

December 27, 2004
Two years ago yesterday Mary Margaret Case disappeared from everything but our memories. She was only 58 years old.

How does one explain Mary? Eternal optimist, didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘quit,’ a view of reality shared by no one else, a sharp mind and a warm heart. Her standard e-mail signature: “When life hands you lemons, forget lemonade! Make lemon chiffon pie!” Another of her favorite sayings: “No pressure, no diamonds.”

Two years already, and it’s still hard to believe she’s gone. I can’t bring myself to take her e-mail address out of my address book. Her son tells me she’s still on his instant messenger because he can’t bear to delete her.

Mary, how could you leave us like that? The three of us were supposed to have rocking chairs together on the porch of the old folks’ home. Now it’s just Kerry and me. And Lucy Ann, if she cares to join us there. But nothing is the same without you.

It’s such a cliche, but there’s no other way to say it. She may be gone, but she will never be forgotten. Mary, here’s lookin’ at you, kid.


December 21, 2004

Out in the parking lot, right now, there are 4 cars parked in a row, all in varying colors of dirt.

No, the cars aren’t particularly dirty. They came that way.

Now, I know their manufacturers call them fancy things like “mystic gold” and “desert sand” and “sand dollar.”

But they’re really just dirt. Who would buy a car that color? That’s almost as bad as swamp.

Some Things Need No Explanation

October 30, 2004

Via Mad Mikey, who got it from I Love Jet Noise:

Need I say more?

For Once…

October 18, 2004

… a truthful candidate photo. 🙂

(Hat tip: Best of the Web)


October 3, 2004

People want to know (well, some people anyway) why I am CrankyBeach.

Well… now science has proven that we cranky types make more reliable eyewitnesses, show better critical thinking skills, and exercise superior thinking and communication skills.

In one experiment, researchers at the Sydney-based University of New South Wales school of psychology put different subjects in a positive (happy) or negative (sad) mood state and tested the accuracy of their recall of a staged eyewitness event such as a bag snatch.

“The results showed that eyewitness accounts of people in a negative mood are more likely to be accurate compared to those in a positive mood state,” says Professor Forgas.

“It shows that our recollection of past events are more likely to be contaminated by irrelevant information when we are in a positive mood. A positive mood is likely to trigger less careful thinking strategies.”

In a second experiment, researchers put different subjects in a positive or negative mood state and asked them to write down an argument in favour of a particular proposition.

When their arguments were analysed for their quality and persuasiveness, subjects in a negative mood were shown to be far more effective in their critical thinking and communication skills.

You can read the entire article here.

(Then go read Ith’s blog if you haven’t already.)