I think MY Date of Birth is Pretty Much MY Business.

I can't believe that EVERYONE isn't completely outraged at the very idea that advertisers, both on and off the Internet, believe they have the right to know an individual's date of birth! It's not that I'm trying to hide the fact that I'M OLD - when you get as old as I am, there's no hiding it. I just find it offensive that anyone, and especially folks who exist for the purpose of trying to sell things to me, think that my private information should belong to them as a matter of course. (I have an ex-husband who still doesn't know my date of birth, or how old I was, or am - why the heck should a group of strangers have that info?)

Seriously, almost everything online now includes a DOB space - as if a webpage provider (free or paid) needs to know how old I am! All they need to do is verify that I'm over 18, thank you very much.

It's the same thing for contests. They can verify that anyone who enters is over 18, and that's all they need. Anything more is none of their business.

Why, if I weren't so scatterbrained, I'd start a revolution against all this invasion of privacy! But it's time for my third nap, darn it. Lucky for them, by God!

Yawn. . . . .

April 3, 2010 - Happy Birthday to Bobbie Lay!

My best friend, Bobbie Lay, has a birthday today. I'd call her with birthday greetings, but she's IN IRELAND!!! So I'll use this forum to wish her a very happy birthday:

Dear Bobbie ~

Happy Birthday to You, Sweetie!
May this year be your very best yet.
I hope it's filled with good surprises.

P.S. I hope you know I expect you to bring me a leprechaun - or, at least, a lot of pictures, so I can live through you vicariously.
No, wait, I take it back - I don't want a leprechaun. I heard about the movie. Just take some pictures.


Please, everyone reading this blog join me in wishing Bobbie a happy birthday.

Thanks!

April 2, 2010 - A Day of Loss

Yesterday morning at 2:10 a.m., my beloved Rottweiler, Splendid Glory, passed away. She was elderly - 11-1/2 years old is quite old for a big Rottie - and she'd just beat cancer. I knew she hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days, as she hadn't been eating as much as usual (she'd always been food-oriented). Considerate as always, she'd gone outside to relieve herself; as soon as I'd brought her back inside, she sat down abruptly in the kitchen, cocked her head to one side and gave me an odd look - and then fell over and died of a heart attack. It was very quick.

While I was sobbing over her loss, I was also thankful for the way she'd left me. A long, painful, drawn-out death is not something I wish on anyone or anything.

I thought I was handling it all right until Jim brought the mail in yesterday afternoon. I opened a small package and completely lost it. Inside was a special toy I'd ordered for Splendid - a new kind that doesn't have any stuffing. Too bad it didn't get here a couple of days earlier.

I know she's fine now. But I'm so very sad. Splendid was my constant companion for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for the past 11-1/2 years. Even with all these darned cats around, there's a big hole in my life - and in my heart.

Enough moaning. Must sign off. I have self-pity scheduled for the rest of the day.