After the frickin mess I cleaned up yesterday after the cable guy did all his traipsing outside in the snow and ice putting up new cable and grounding it. Then all the work down in the unfinished basement with his wet boots which of course turned into red mud on his boots, that was then transferred to the area rug and all the wood flooring he could find, not to mention the mess I had to clean up when he pulled the TV hutch out I was ready to shoot Bill.

Now why in the world would I want to shoot Bill you might ask. Well, he is the one that never finished pouring the basement after all so it’s his fault. Since we will probably live here till the day we die and we aren’t getting any younger it will probably stay unfinished. I know for sure I will be cleaning up lots more red mud because the house is so old. For some reason everyone that has to do any work here always for some mysterious reason has to go into the basement.

I love the Oriental custom of having people leave their shoes at the front door and change into slippers, but in my case I would have to have one size fits all and have them at the front door and some type of disposable working ones at the top of the basement steps when workers have to go down there to check things out. I think it would probably be cheaper to finish the basement and eliminate buying new rugs and all the wear and tear on my poor old back.

This weekend someone is coming to flush out the pipes and guess who gets to clean up that mess? Of course I’ll probably put down newspaper, a whole trail of it through the house until he’s gone. Sure wish I’d remembered the stupid mud yesterday and been prepared. This man was about 6’5″ and had huge feet. After all the work he did the TV still wasn’t fixed and he finally came to the conclusion that it was the stupid box after all.

So now we have to take the box and exchange it for a newer model which wont cost anything, nor did the maintenance on the cable and work he did. That’s at least a plus because I was all set to send them my cleaning bill. Bill pays almost 100 dollars a month for all that premium crap that we don’t even watch, he hates commercials and when he’s done at the end of the day and sits down in his recliner and turns on HBO he promptly falls asleep.

If I watch any TV it’s usually in my office while I’m working and that’s very little. I only get the basic channels and there are very few programs I bother with. He keeps talking about dropping the premium channels, but he never gets around to it. I’d be happy to put in a movie for him and keep it going while he watches with his eyes shut, but I think he’s secretly hooked on “”Big Love” I have even watched it in past years because we like Barb. Enough of my online chit chat too bad I can’t do this in person.

Bill certainly has a way with people and can talk to anyone he is very much the extrovert. I on the other hand really don’t have much to say. I never was good at chit chat except when I was working and I had to be outgoing if I wanted to make those tips, but that was never really me. Basically Bill is the only real person in my life who really knows me and then the people that read the thoughts I share on my blogs.

I always have a problem when visitors come to my house because I’m not a very social person. That’s why I love having Bill around because he’s so good at entertaining people and I’m quite happy to let him have the spot light. I just listen to his tales and laugh at the same stories I’ve heard a zillion times because they’re still funny. When we have to call a service person to fix something I feel very jittery around them especially if I’m home alone.

I never know what to say to them or if I’m suppose to stay in the room while they do their job or go elsewhere and do what I need to get done. Am I suppose to let them use my bathroom or offer them refreshments while they work? I don’t know them and I certainly don’t want their germs, I have enough of my own. How do I know they aren’t a kleptomaniac and wont swipe one of Bill’s treasures? He has all of his Vietnam and Harley stuff on display.

Last night Bill called Comcast because the TV keeps breaking up and acts weird at times. They said they would send a cable guy between 10 and 11, but they were suppose to call first before they came so I could call Bill at work because he wanted to be here thank God he knows how I feel and he can take time away from his job whenever. The cable guy didn’t call first so that ticked me off and I was kind of at a loss for words when he just showed up.

I called Bill as quick as I could find the number and he was here within 5 minutes, again thank goodness because I had no clue what to tell this guy or do. This young man is huge and Bill is downstairs right now helping him with the wire. It seems Bill has been with this cable company for over 30 years and no one has ever been out to fix the wires or make sure they were grounded so they have been hard at it for an hour and a half.

I hope the cable guy gets finished before Bill goes back to work because then I’ll be stuck with him and wont be able to get any drops or other work done. At least Shadow is quiet and I can get this post finished while Bill is home. Sounds like Bill and this young man have already bonded by all the chit chat and laughing I hear from downstairs. I have no clue if splitters are acceptable, but we have 3 TVs of course we only get basic on 2 and all the premium channels on the main one. I would like to get Direct TV because I’m sure it would be cheaper.

Update On Shadow: The bed we made for Shadow works great for me, but occasionally he likes to feel like he isn’t in prison so we put his blanket and pads on the floor. Bill is making him a small table floor level with sides and rollers and we’re going to get some kind of strap to make sure he is secure and see if he will try to walk. He has to have some kind of exercise besides me working his legs for him and hopefully this will do the trick.

I was trying to move my dog around this morning so he wouldn’t be in the cable guys way when he got here and my hands slipped off the blanket and I fell backwards really hard on my tail bone. I thought holy crap now Bill will be taking care of both us, but thank goodness I was able to get up and move although it’s sore as all get out, probably just a bruise, but at least I know how my poor little Shadow feels now.

There are certain things that crack me up when I am surfing blogs and websites and the first one on the list are those blogs that are telling us how to make money online and then they have a donate button. Then we have those marketing sites that have a provocative woman on their banner in hopes that we will be bedazzled by the allure and simply plunk our money down for whatever product or course they are pushing. Do men really think a provocative woman will sell anything, especially to another woman?

Also all of those SEO blogs that tell us how to improve our SEO and get a better Google page rank and they don’t even have a rank, now that really cracks me up. I love animal and baby blogs, but it really cracks me up when these blogs are written like the animal and babies are thinking all this stuff up although many are done very well and there are quite a few I really like to visit. The comments are also funny because they’re from other animals and babies and typed in how presumably that animal or baby would sound if it actually talked or typed.

I crack myself up because I’ve joined so many social groups that I never have time to be social in any of them. If I visited every site that I’ve joined I’d never be able to get anything done and what’s really funny is when I try to join one that I joined years ago and had forgot about it. Can’t figure out why I keep doing this. I really find it amusing when people buy the same articles from a source and don’t change them and they add their name as author, but they have a sign on their blog that Copyscape is protecting their articles, now tell me how dumb is that?

Another thing that cracks me up are the blogger blogs. I have typed numerous comments on some of these blogs and get down to the bottom to post it and find that they don’t give the option for your name and url, just the Google and open ID so I delete the comment and move on. It’s not like you are going to get a link back to your site because the majority are always nofollow, so what’s the deal? Then people get upset because no one is leaving them comments, go figure. Also the sites that are hosted where you have to register to post a comment, no thanks and I’m really sorry because some I’d like to comment on.

Well, I guess that’s enough online things to be cracked up about today. I’m quite sure I have a long list some where I’ll have to dig out.

I can sit calmly and peacefully anywhere and simply think my thoughts except the bathroom and then I find I need to be occupied with something else. I can’t just sit and do my business and think peaceful thoughts and apparently Bill can’t either because he has to have his motorcycle books to look at and I have my poker game. I have a small stool near the throne that holds our bathroom necessities.

I’m sure many people occupy themselves in different ways. I was at a Realtors office that I knew and had to use their bathroom and I was astonished to see telephones installed in there right next to the toilet. That is where I would have to draw the line, I can not be trying to rid my body of toxins and talk to someone on the phone at the same time although I have heard many women in the stalls next to me talking on their cell phones.

That’s like an invasion of privacy for me, it’s bad enough when your in a public bathroom with a bunch of stalls and women. I must be weird because I can not poop in public nor in anyone’s house I have to wait till I get home for that part, but I can’t hold my water that long so I’m forced to use public bathrooms from time to time. I have a heck of a time when we go on trips unless we stay in a motel because I’ll go a week without pooping.

I know people actually can poop in public because I hear them grunting and breaking wind and stinking the whole place up, now that’s just rude. What’s even more rude is if they are just finishing up when I stop in to pee and leave before I can get out of there and someone else comes in and thinks I was that horrible smelly person. That’s just downright embarrassing, then you have them pointing you out to their mate all over the store.

I know people do that because Bill bless his heart points out those smelly men to me, like I really care. He’s also like me he can’t go in public, but it doesn’t seem to bother most men they go no matter where they are. They also don’t seem to have any problem or remorse when they break wind either, they actually think it’s funny and then they try to blame it on the woman. Everyone knows that a woman will pass out from trying to hold it in, so don’t even go there.

I once worked with a girl in Tennessee that had me and everyone cracking up. Every living soul burps from both ends, but this girl swore up and down that she had never done either. I try to believe what people tell me, but that was a little over the top. I know I’m weird and even when I’m in the bathroom at home I have to have the door shut and know that Bill is out of hearing distance before I am comfortable enough to do what I went in there for.

Why in the world would I want someone to read this? Because I’m curious to know if there are other people out there like me, nosey and personal aren’t I? This post actually falls under my last post “Thanks For Reading My Drivel.”