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Do you have anybody that may want to sign up for these classes?

I found this in my idea box and it goes back to 2006. But I couldn't help laughing at it and I hope you will get a few chuckles, too.
written by: Specialty Classes for Men, from MIStupid.com

REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED BY TUESDAY, JAN. 31, 2006

NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL
OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM.

Class 1
How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays --- Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.
Class 2
The Toilet Paper Roll --- Does It Change Itself?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.

Class 3
Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and
Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub? --- Group Practice.
Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 4
Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor ---
Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.
Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.

Class …

Give me a Lyft....

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My previous experience with an Uber driver was not good.

(I wrote about it in one of these blog posts: the first Uber driver picked me up at home and took me to the DMV so I could get a replacement license that I thought I had lost. The second Uber driver picked me up from the DMV and he picked up another passenger. The driver started talking about all of his guns. Then I realized that they both now knew where I lived and holy s__t.) 

Today I dropped off my car @ the Toyota dealership to see if my car was affected by a recall. Good news. It wasn't. But the CADEAU was there for about 4 hours. And I had things I needed to do.

I didn't want to hang around at the dealership for hours. Toyota used to offer a van and a driver to take folks home and pick them up, while their car was being serviced. Not anymore.


Now they've made arrangements with Lyft to be the drivers. It makes great sense. They pay the Lyft drivers, and I'm able to get to and from the site more efficiently. A…

Do you remember....

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....when typing was taught to students in high school?  These days I think the little kids teach themselves, and who really cares about technique? Plus, there's auto-correct if mistakes are made.

It's just like riding a bike..and just this past year, my 3-year-old grandson was riding a bike but using his feet (the bike had no pedals)! Today, that kid is now 4 years old and is pedaling like crazy, and balancing perfectly.

Back in the day, some companies had these typist jobs...(like the one I had) as Clerk-Typist 2, for the state of CA.


I was talking to one of my fly-boys this week.  (These are the males who I had great patience with while I learned to fly: gliders, single engine land planes, multi-engine planes, plus I had the opportunity to fly a blimp, and fly a hot-air balloon.)

These days we don't always call or email each other...and that's fine by me. We each have lives of our own.

But yesterday, George suddenly said to me "Do you remember when I asked you t…
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This photo says it all as we move from summer into fall. 
Live richly, marilyn

MONversation, again.

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I don't subscribe to any local newspaper. I get all of my news from NPR/KQED.

I will say that the local Alameda Sun is a close 2nd for very local news. And the Alameda Journal...is NOT about anything that is A-town related. What a waste of newsprint. 

I do get the CA online edition of the New York Times. Not sure who/how I got it (maybe one of my kids?), but it's good.

But what I really love is my subscription to The Christian Science Monitor. I've been getting a weekly, printed edition, but I also get it online with the daily edition, for the most recent news. It's balanced, well-written, and full of facts and context.

As I was driving to Pleasanton, late this afternoon for a meeting, I had my own MONversation with one of the KQED hosts. I call it a MONversation, because it's one-sided, and I can't really talk to the other person. So it goes out of my mouth...to nowhere.

I can't remember what the conversation was about. And I responded out loud to those qu…
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Earlier this year, I was once again dumping/trashing out 'stuff' that I had no need for. Those high cabinets on top of built-in closets in my office, hide the most boring stuff, until it's not. 

Daughter Sutter, response was "Don't do that!" Well, I'm here and she lives in New Zealand with her Kiwi husband, Sean. Uh, yes I will!

Some of those 'items' were old photography equipment: movie cameras, a slide viewer, actual movies (on reels) that Carl's dad made when racing in Transpac events from LA to Honolulu. Sure, they're the real deal, but I don't know anybody who's on those boats. And based on my experience with the Soaring Museum in New York...the Transpac folks don't want any more stuff to stuff into their coffers.

Actually, I never had the privilege of meeting Carl's dad, Dick, who was a Western Air Line's pilot. He was fondly known as Schuey. He and four others were killed in a Western Air Line crash, which was ca…

Waiting....who will show up?

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Neighborhood Night Out!

I never know how many will show up. Good news, it's been quite calm in the 'hood. Bad news...what if nobody shows up? argh!

Way back in the day, my son, Evan, and his best friend, who were in 4th? grade and were riding their bikes home from school (and believe me, he will correct me when I'm wrong, or else my daughter Sutter will), and they were held up at gunpoint (nobody knows if the gun was real or not, but that didn't even matter) by some 'kids.'

When I got home, there were 3(?) police cars outside of our house...and the cops were interviewing the kids in the living room. Bottom line...they didn't catch the hoodlums and I think they found their bikes, somewhere. Maybe not.

I couldn't stand around and do nothing! I typed up what happened and hand-delivered the letter to all the neighbors within 2 blocks, the next day. Did they see anything unusual? Did something seem not right? That's not the way I would prefer to meet the…