My Swirling Vortex of Entropy

An Exercise in Futility

Our county is reinstating some requirements having to do with hazardous waste generation. I’m all for complying. It’s the law. It’s good for the environment and those of us who live within the environment. Which would be everyone. The Man, The Recliner, Banshee Girl, Psycho Collie, Stubbornhusky, and me. Even HRH The Princess Aurora and Mr. Bond the cats need a clean earth. And you too. So FINE!!!!! When I’m at work I’ll put all the nasty things we use and all the yuckies that we take out of people into the proper receptacles. And call the proper authorities to come dispose of said nasties and yuckies … Properly and all that.

However, am I liking what happened today? NOT so much!

I was assigned to go to a training seminar for hazardous waste generators. I sat through hours of mind numbing blah, blah, blah pertaining to industrial hazardous waste. I just knew that at any moment the new requirements for medical/dental facilities would HAVE to be discussed … right? I mean we received a letter, from the county about the requirements and the meeting. Here’s exactly what was covered in 4 (FOUR) hours that pertained to medical/dental hazardous waste.

The instructor says: “There’s a whole list of hazards of the P type – mostly used in medical and dental facilities – but we aren’t going to cover those today.”

WHAT THE … NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Four hours (4), FOUR! And all I wanted to know about was the P type hazards! We are not going to be electroplating any of our patients for crying out loud. None of our patients require lead based paint. Or even Latex paint. Or an oil change. But if you ever need your oil changed it doesn’t count against the amount of hazardous waste I’m allowed to generate at work and still be considered a minimal quantity generator – so maybe we should start changing our patient’s oil. In the mean time I have to make an appointment to discuss the medical/dental requirements with the person at the county headquarters who has been assigned to that area. And he’s not in his office for the rest of the week. YIPEE!!!

Oh – and unless we extract more than 10 gallons or 100 pounds of teeth with amalgam fillings per month we are safe filing our paper work as a minimal quantity generator. Can you imagine what ten gallons of teeth per month would look like? There wouldn’t be a person remaining in our county with a tooth left in their head. We’d have to be out there with butterfly nets catching people as they rode by on their bikes, pulling out their teeth and then letting them go. Kind of a dental catch and release program. 100 pounds of silver filling teeth PER MONTH! Please!

I’m not gonna think about this any more today – I’ve got a headache.

Whoops, I blogged about work. Kind of.

Who writes this stuff?

So Jen's OK.
OK because she lost 7 pounds in 7 days.
OK because she got back the body that Brad couldn't resist.
Is that the body he couldn't resist so much that he left her for Angelina Jolie?
Well sign me up for that diet then.
NOT!!!

Happy Easter!

Bumper stickers both amuse and confuse me.

Some of them are simply funny – “Imagine Whirled Peas” for example. Clever, but why put a gooey sticker all over the bumper of something you devote such a large percentage of monetary resources to?

There are the mean and threatening stickers. Such as, “Back off or I’ll deploy your airbag.” Yikes! Backing off – even more than I usually do – just to avoid a misunderstanding – yes sir, backing off. There is simply too much testosterone behind the wheel of that pick up truck. WAY too much!

Lets not forget the lovey dovey hippy dippy bumper stickers telling us that there is no right or wrong in the world – just accept everyone and everything. “Dude – it’s all good – and don’t eat meat – it’s murder.”
‘kay, good luck with that.

Political bumper stickers are quite interesting. Especially those stating support for a candidate who lost an election that took place years ago. Is the driver deluded, lazy, or perhaps related by blood to the unsuccessful candidate? I can’t figure that one out. And I guess it seems a tad arrogant to me to be driving around shouting one’s political opinion from the tail end of one’s vehicle.

Dear opinionated driver,
Who asked you, I wonder?
Signed,
Me

I drove to Blockbuster yesterday. While waiting for the light to turn green I had an opportunity to read the bumper of the car in front of me. All but one of the stickers was statement of the typical political blah, blah, blah genre. However, the sticker not of a political nature caught my attention. It said
“Dear Jesus, please protect me from your followers”.
I wondered where THAT came from?
Had some well meaning Christian attempted to strong arm that young woman into compliance with his or her idea of what Christ requires from us?
Did it make her feel cool to issue that challenge each time she backed out of her driveway?
Was I supposed to laugh?
Should I feel sad, or perhaps offended?

I settled on a little of each. I laughed at the defiance of youth and hoped she would mature and find peace with Christ and his followers. I was a little offended to be lumped in with whomever had affronted her so. But mostly I was sad.

Husky Heaven

He's lovin' it.

Really enjoying himself.

May I please refer you to the previous post as to MY opinion of this snow. Thank you very much for your kind attention.

I'm still bitter - VERY bitter

Dear Mom and Dad in Arizona,

Look at what you are missing.

Are you having fun down there on the golf courses and sitting by the pool? Hmmmm?
Tranquil as these scenes may appear there is something fundamentally wrong here.
I ask - does this look like Easter weekend to you? I think not.

Easter should look like this.

Not this!

Or this!

Not this!

Here is what I think of all this snow.

So there!

Love Always,

Me
Your shivering daughter

NO!

No!

No I say! No more snow! I'm done with it -

No means NO!

Stop Snowing Right Now!

Kinda pretty though. But NO!!!

I'm Confused

Why does the inside of the hamper look like this?

... and the floor of The Recliner's bathroom look like this?

... when it takes 17.23 seconds to do this:

... and have the bathroom look like this!?!

Instead of this!

I am confused.

Or perhaps mildly irritated?

Or maybe TOTALLY PISSED OFF!!!!!