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If you can figure out WHERE THE BLOODY HELL I lost my glasses at.

Had them Thursday - sometime between getting home from work Thursday nite and getting ready to leave for work Friday morning - they have gone missing.

Thank the goddess, I have the old ones, but they give me headaches, I really need to find the new ones - quickly. I haven't got the $100 to get a replacement pair!

So I've carefully looked in all my "usual" spots to leave my glasses - nada
Tried some "unusual spots" - nada.

So then I cleaned off my desk, tore apart the bed, cleaned up the sewing room, and crawled on the floor in the bedroom to look under furniture... nada as well.

Soooooo
Leave me suggestions, comments, ideas... and your e-mail address. If you're the lucky soul who figures out where the damn things are, I seriously WILL send a modest (very modest... exceptionally so) cash reward.
*grin*

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Falling in Love is Bad for the Heart

Dysrhythmia, I think they called it on that insurance form. Or something of a similar yet less y-ridden spelling. Apparently while everyone else's heart is going "Whoosh, thud - whoosh, thud - whoosh, thud" - mine goes something like "Whoosh, thud, bumpa, bumpa, bumpa, Woosh, thud, " I like to think of it as synchopation. I'm definately marching to a different beat.

That combined with the hypertension (again with the Y's) and Deep Veinous Thrombosis, Pulmonary Embolism, and slightly enlarged heart - I'm a walking advertisement for "Drugs R Us".

So I find myself in a delicate situation. I seem to be falling in love. Unfortunately, the object of my affections is rather unsuitable, for a number of reasons, none of which really needs to be aired just here. Suffice it to say that the entire time/space continuum seems to have aligned itself against our finding that elusive gentle-quiet loving relationship together.

So of course, this causes minor chest pains, the occasional bit of odd cramping in my leg and a strange congestion that I'm not sure if it is related or not. Ok, I'm paranoid as a rule, and can always find the dark cloud surrounding ANY silver lining, but it hurts. Worry is my middle name, so that probably just exacerbates the situation.

I'd have thought nothing of it, but another friend of mine has also become involved in an inappropriate relationship. Hearing my friend discussing shortness of breath, hot flashes and almost passing-out with heart racing and some chest pain - just highlighted for me that maybe this whole "falling in love" thing is - in fact - not real good for one's health.

But.. oh my goddess... it feels so.... wonderful - in between the health thingys...

Tales from the Dysfunctional Dennys

Yes, Dennys - the restaurant. Oh sure, the chain itself has had more than it's share of drama and infamy, but the Dennys herein cited is the Dennys by my house. Technically, I suppose I could walk to it if I were so inclined. It's just a little old Dennys, in a small shopping center right off the main road through town.

For a while, it seemed as if they had signed on to a "help hire the handicapped" program. Not that such a program is a bad thing! But it seemed as if this Dennys, instead of just taking all kinds of handicapped individuals - chose to pick and choose only the terminally stupid.

Now, listing all of the stupid things that happened there would take pages, pages and more pages - and I'm not in the mood. But the one that stands out the most is the night our waiter decided to quit during our order.

My (at the time) roommate Jon and I had gone for dinner. We decided to be "bold" and do a full dinner thing - appetizers, salads, actual entrees' and dessert. We also had a tendancy to be a bit filppant and silly when we would go out. Our young waiter came to the table and asked if we were ready - and we asked for JUST a bit more time - and some iced tea while we perused the menu.

The kid brought the drinks, tossed some straws on the table and asked if we were ready. We were. We placed our order, then Jon handed him back the straws. (We don't use straws if we don't have to - not real fond of them.) The kid gave him a funny look and asked why we didn't want the straws, to which I replied "Because we don't suck".

Hey - I thought it was clever.

About 1/2 an hour later, Jon flagged down a busboy and asked where our food was. The guy didn't speak english too well, but he was kind enough to refill our tea and went to find out something. He disappeared too.

Now, Jon and I were the only 2 customers in the back section of the restaurant. Something wasn't right, and Jon went to talk to a manager. Shortly thereafter we got our salads. Ok, this is better. Again we waited. This time when Jon went up, he was loaded for bear and ready to rock. Jon was an incredible person - he could bitch you up one side and down the other without ever raising his voice a single decibel. I never heard what transpired, but Jon came back and told me that our food would be up shortly.

The manager himself came with the food - and outrageous apologies. Seems.. our waiter just up and quit - walked out the back door and never returned. Of course, we got the dinners for free - but we made sure to find that bus-boy. He was embarassed - he didn't want to take the money - but we felt that the tip belonged to him - he was the only one who gave us any service without being hounded into it.

It was.... amazing. This comes to mind because of last Saturday's lunch. Yes, I still do go to the Dysfunctional Dennys. Now that I know it is - it's more of an entertainment to see where the dysfunctional will manifest itself, than any form of annoyance. This time everything was almost eerily "normal" - until checkout when it took 8 staff members to ring up my order. *smile*

Made my day.