Here Is a Real Role Model.....I Am In Awe

This is AMAZING -- she doesn't look or act a day over 81 herself!

 

An amazing lady, 101 years old driving an 81 year old car; she changes

 

the oil and spark plugs herself! This is priceless.

 

Note at the very end of the video clip when she steps on a small red towel

 

as she gets in the car; the towel is there so she won't dirty the

 

running board - once in the car she picks up the towel and puts it

 

in the car so she can use it when she gets out. What a pistol she

 

is!

  

Lady   101 drives 81 year old Packard car

 

How to Get Back to Old Blogger

 Linda asked mefor the tip about how to get the Old blogger interface back.  I am reprinting Docnad's instructions below for those of you who feel like I do about the new Thing.
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docnadApr 21, 2012 09:09 AM

Well, what I do is click on the gear, or whatever that roundish symbol is. One of the drop-down options is Use Old Blogger Interface. I still prefer that a lot to the new one, and I still use it every day.

I do not like blogging on the new blogger interface, but I have found one thing--just one, mind you--useful. When you go to your list of posts, it tells you how many comments have been left on each and, more importantly, how many times the page has been viewed. This is useful feedback I was unable to find anywhere on the old interface.

Hell, I'm A Gemini.....I'm Allowed to Change My Mind

Well, darlings.... ..I do not have to abandon you after all.  Docnad from "Attempted Bloggery" and Mary Moon of "Bless Our Hearts" have both sent me the secret to getting back to the old blogger interface.  Tenks gott and a million thanks to both of you.

That doesn't mean that I take back a single word I said in yesterday's rant about the abomination of smart asses trying to improve things that do not need improving and  thereby ruining them completely.  Never was the old adage "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" more true.

Dammit.....as I told Murr Brewster of "Murrmurrs" in my comment this morning, those blogger bastards have taken a year off my life with their meddling and at my age that amounts to a crime far worse than highway robbery......I can surely get them for Attempted Murder at least.

Love you all.

Hopefully, more later.

What the Fuck? How Dare They?

What a monstrous fucking goddamned mess the so-called new blogger platform is and I, for one,  will have no part of it.  Not only is it unworkable, it is visually ugly and poorly designed.  (and I know these things because graphic design used to be my profession..... not that it matters one whit at this point)

No I will NOT get used to it.........I will not accept inferior products as substitute for ones I find convenient and workable.  How dare they force this garbage upon us?  I cannot believe that all of you intend to just lie down and accept this outrage.  I have been trying to find who I can protest to and am so upset I have been unable to do so....or maybe they cleverly just failed to provide us with a means of howling at them.

Along with everything else, they very casually exposed two of my very private blogs to any prying eye that wanted to see them.  Oops they will say.....there may be a bug or two still left.......those cretins.......oh torture and death is too good for them is all I can say.  (loud gnashing of teeth here)

I really mean it when I say I will not be pushed around like this nor will I participate in something just because I have no choice in the matter.  I do have a choice and that is to find some way to communicate  other than Blogger.  If you have any ideas or comments please email me and do send me all of your email addresses.....those who would like to stay in touch that is.

                          lms52927@aol.com

Otherwise, I am afraid this is goodbye.  It was beyond  lovely knowing all of you.  Sob.

Oh, hell.....for one last times....shit, piss, fuck.

Exit Lois - Enter Lois....or Out One Door and In the Other

Yuck.  Overnight I have gone  from "hanging in there" to "losing my grip".   Shit, piss, fuck.


 I have had an interesting/upsetting/off-putting week or two  and want to share some pieces of it with y'all.  It's either that or deafening silence which is not good for blogs.


The following couple of paragraphs are some groans and grumbles I wrote a week ago after a visit to my favorite Doctor, my cardiologist, who has saved my life more times than I can count. I was feeling punk and puny, my good hip had  begun to hurt and feel like it was broken and my vision....oh, my precious  vision had gotten so dreadful that I could hardly see anything.  I was in despair to say the least and had started counting my supply of Valium to see if I had enough to make a quick exit.........I do that sometimes and it makes me feel better in some ways. 
 
After the usual pleasantries (a hug and an EKG/Blood-Oxygen test/BP check) I waited to hear my fate. When the Blood-oxy registered quite low I sluffed it off as usual and reminded him that I had developed some exercises to cope with that condition.   He then  made me walk up and down the hall to the elevator and back and checked my Blood Oxygen level again, fixed me with a piercing eye and said something like, "Lois, your trouble is that you are practicing medicine with out as license."  I knew better than to protest.....this guy is GOOD.  Sigh.


No, no.....I have not been given a dreaded prognosis.....at least no new ones........it is just that my blood/oxygen level has gotten a mite worse  (40 years of smoking does have its effects)   and  he sort of ordered me (though it is still my choice) to utilize the oxygen machine all day as well as all nite.  (I have been sleeping with oxygen since the broken hip episode). And what that means is that, in the twinkling of an eye I am no longer a free range chicken and am tethered to an oxy-generator by a long, long clear plastic tube which manages to get underfoot at every moment, wraps itself around the drawer pulls and not only opens drawers I did not want to open, but brings me up short as I stride around the manor and threatens to rip off my nose or otherwise seriously maim me.  A real pain in nose..... and the ass.

At the same time, my handy, dandy little oxy-meter by which I measure my level decided, after only 10 or 15 years, to act up thereby leaving me in suspense as to whether I am somewhat OK or in grave danger. Pfaugh!  I certainly named this blog correctly.  I have since ordered and received a back up meter.  That kind of thing is easy to remedy......it just costs money.

Well, all I can say is that I am not a very happy camper right now as I learn new ways to cope with the latest.  Actually, it is not as bad as might be.  I can take it off when I go into the kitchen to mess around with food.  For one thing, I decided on my own that oxygen and flame are not good bedfellows and for another, that saves me from getting the hose caught on any one of the dozen or so drawer pulls and rendering me motionless with a jerk.  We must be thankful for small favors,,, I guess.

One positive thing that HAS come out of all this is that I find the extra oxygen seems to be helpful to my troubled vision.  That does not mean that my 20/20 sight has  been miraculously restored, but I think that it has paused in its diminishing.......a consequence to be devoutly grateful for.

So here I still am though in a somewhat more decrepit form.  Thank heaven you don;'t love me for my looks.

The Truth Revealed....the Real Lo Behind the Blog

OK.......now you know who really writes all this dubious stuff.

After this I fully expect to receive fan mail not only from Daisy, but from Pearl's Liza Bean Bitey and Dolly G. Squeakers.

New Backup QB for the NE Patriots

My oldest friend, Stella, in Concord NH, is a rabid Pats fan and she sent me a lovely team T-Shirt recently which I received with great joy since it makes a perfect nightshirt and Lounge-around-the-house garment.  (I only wear sequins and feather boas on alternate Sundays unless I happen to be invited to tea with Mark Harmon or something.....)

Naturally, as we have been buying each other t-shirts for over 70 years ( I don't know WHY), this required the ritual photo to be taken and forwarded as proof of receipt and demonstration of pleasure.  I forced Florence into taking the pix and sent it on to dear old Stel, and then it occurred to me that none of you have ever seen me in a NE Patriots team shirt  and might be amused so I am going to attempt to retrieve it from my messy photo collection in the depths of this computer. Hang on there.

Speaking of football,  when we were 13,  riding the #42 trolley to school we used to have a ritual of a different kind.  Stel had the kind of frnt teeth that made it possible for her to whistle through them and we whiled away many an hour with our game of me shouting out the names of various college football teams (I don't think there was any pro football back then) and Stel immediately whistling the first few bars of their college song.   I never was able to stump her or even make her pause for thought........what a talent.......what fun we had........what harmless silliness amused us in those days......wow.    Hmmm......after years of wearing braces, I wonder if she can still do it????

Enough foolishness.  Behold.  (and be sure to take note of my personally designed and created magnificent front door  behind me).