tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post2951308941716683935..comments2023-11-21T00:21:46.392-08:00Comments on Ovations: Flustration, Mind Muck, and the Duh MomentCarolyn Burns Basshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04911080340568409718noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-61099481170484043002007-03-29T12:41:00.000-07:002007-03-29T12:41:00.000-07:00Thanks, big sister, for working on this for three ...Thanks, big sister, for working on this for three weeks. (I know English is not your bestest subject.) <BR/><BR/>I don't know how people survived the separation of family in the days before planes, trains, and automobiles. Seeing you comment on my blog reduces the miles in between us. I am proud of you and the many amazing things you do. Love you back, big sis.Carolyn Burns Basshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10702584936557311692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-73271175940906450692007-03-28T17:08:00.000-07:002007-03-28T17:08:00.000-07:00Duh… remember, you're the artsy(ie)one; I'm the me...Duh… remember, you're the artsy(ie)one; I'm the mechanical one. If I were to have to write a line or two in the time it took you to get to Santa Monica, including all the chaos, I would still be trying to come up with the right verbiage, forget the grammar! (Oh and thank God for spell check.) In fact, I actually started this comment three weeks ago.<BR/><BR/>How BOLD of you to reveal the not-so-secure side of yourself. The side in which we humans all too often operate and confuse with self importance. We believe that our loved ones will always forgive us for our short comings and sharp tongues. Hopefully that “belief” is not just a false confidence. What a God send Brenda's message was that day. I’m soo proud of you little sister! <BR/><BR/>Carolyn, Wally Lamb? How ironic... Maybe you should have been listening to Wally Lamb’s, I Know This Much Is True, books on tape/CD.<BR/><BR/>Ciao baby Bella!~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-1249706738253513062007-02-01T11:32:00.000-08:002007-02-01T11:32:00.000-08:00Louise~It's often the things we take for granted t...Louise~It's often the things we take for granted that give us the most duh moments. Thanks so much for sharing.Carolyn Burns Basshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10702584936557311692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-74112544431157268592007-01-30T12:37:00.000-08:002007-01-30T12:37:00.000-08:00Hi Miss Carolyn,
Thx for the credit for registrat...Hi Miss Carolyn,<br /><br />Thx for the credit for registration, but no need. It is fun to visit with everyone and everyone is so nice. Their biggest concern was about YOU! I was impressed with your "kick back" attitude when you did arrive...you were NOT flustered! Kudos to you. <br /><br />OK, one big "duh" moment regarding keys, cars and etc. Just recently I drove from Fountain Valley, where I live to Redondo Beach where my 92 year old father-in-law lives to take him to the local hospital for some "minor hernia surgery" that would require no one to have to babysit him at the conclusion of this very minor surgery. I left home at 6:45 in the morning giving myself plenty of time for early morning traffic since Howard "Dad" had to be at the hospital at 9:00. Did fine on all of those deadlines but his surgery scheduled for 11:40 did not take place until 2:00. My husband had a commitment he could not change so he was relegated to calling me every chance he had for an update. Both of us had the TOTAL "duh" moment when the Dr. came down to the waiting room to tell me Howard "Dad" was OK but he could absolutely NOT stay at home that night alone. OK! Makes sense. What were we thinking? Of course he needs someone to be with him. "DUH" So my husband drives to the hospital when he is through so we can change "dad" duty. I did not arrive home until 7:30 and when I rounded the corner it was pitch black! Oh, no! All of the electricity was out for three square blocks! I drove into the driveway and pushed my garage door opener (OK, say it with me, BIG DUH!) and of course, it doesn't work. Whoops, I don't have a key to the house!! This is an even bigger DUH! No key hidden in the yard, none in my purse or car. I am in trouble. I drive to Costco because I am sure the electricity will be on when I return. No. I call my husband (who has a key and is 35 miles away...) and boo hoo to him. OK, I need to waste more time because I am sure the electricity will come back on soon! So, I went to the movie! When I returned at 10:30...NO! I am almost in tears and call Howard again. This time we decided to meet somewhere between Redondo Beach and Fountain Valley so I can get his key. I finally came home at 11:45 at night to a very hungery puppy dog (who lives to eat) and a very dark house. I have so many "duhs" in this story even I am embarressed to tell it! The electicity did not come back on until 9:01 the next morning and I now have a key in my purse! :) Do you feel better Carolyn? You should. I hope this makes you smile.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-29834081500802327402007-01-30T08:27:00.000-08:002007-01-30T08:27:00.000-08:00Stella~ The only way to stay sane after such a DUH...Stella~ The only way to stay sane after such a DUH is hoping the person who found your money in the machine needed it worse than you. <br /><br />If it makes you feel any better, I drove off from Taco Bell without my food. Yep, I paid, got my change and then drove away. Didn't notice until I got home. Perhaps it's saying something about my family, but my sister who was with me didn't notice either because we were yakking too much. Dang, I miss her.Carolyn Burns Basshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10702584936557311692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-75122830518552284812007-01-29T14:10:00.000-08:002007-01-29T14:10:00.000-08:00Of course, as predicted, I have remembered a true ...Of course, as predicted, I have remembered a true duh-moment after posting.<br />Remember last year when I stopped at the ATM for $40 before I picked up a a pizza...only to arrive at the pizza place to find out I'd got the card, the receipt, but forgot to get the money out of the machine?<br />That was a good one.<br /><br />StellaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-67833331022499727992007-01-28T21:50:00.000-08:002007-01-28T21:50:00.000-08:00Stella (aka A.S. King)~ Who hasn't locked their ke...Stella (aka A.S. King)~ Who hasn't locked their keys in the car? My worst offence was when driving my publisher's car, leaving it running in front of the office with the keys locked inside. He had to call his wife to come out with the extra set of keys.<br /><br />Scotorum~ At least you remembered to drive on the "right" side of the road. Hope the California freeways treat you well during your summer excursion.<br /><br />Cat~ Baby fog. Oh, dear, I remember that. You amaze me with all you do.<br /><br />Buffy Squirrel~ I <i>love</i> this: <b>blindingly obvious thing</b>.Carolyn Burns Basshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10702584936557311692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-16361108185463695162007-01-28T18:15:00.000-08:002007-01-28T18:15:00.000-08:00Time has drawn a veil over the circumstances, but ...Time has drawn a veil over the circumstances, but I still remember my husband asking me, "Why didn't you do [blindingly obvious thing]?" and my thinking, "he'll never believe it just didn't occur to me...."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-56207039854398945492007-01-27T18:23:00.000-08:002007-01-27T18:23:00.000-08:00I'm glad you survived your day! Mind muck is a da...I'm glad you survived your day! Mind muck is a daily occurance over here. (Although I suspect it is more a lingering baby fog) lolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-51178833801255078192007-01-27T12:42:00.000-08:002007-01-27T12:42:00.000-08:00I am a chronic lock-the-keys-in-the-car person. Le...I am a chronic lock-the-keys-in-the-car person. Lemme tell ya. Those moments are major duh moments every single time...and especially now that I have a car with an alarm that goes beep beep beep when I leave the keys in the ignition.<br /><br />(Yes, the beep beep beep is identical to the door open signal in a Buick my parents once owned, so I think that when it's beeping, it's just because my door is open.)<br /><br />I know the minute I post this, Carolyn, I will remember a really big duh moment, but really, the locking the keys in the car, for me, is a duh moment that keeps on giving...ever since I got a car.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-52844953665547072782007-01-27T09:04:00.000-08:002007-01-27T09:04:00.000-08:00I'm sure the only reason I can't think of an equiv...I'm sure the only reason I can't think of an equivalent situation is because the muck in my own mind is so thick at the moment that nothing can possibly rise to the top. The only thing that is at all visible right now is having to go back into a rental car office once in London and ask someone to show me why I could not get the car out of the parking spot. Something about putting the shifter into or out of some version of park or neutral, which for some reason was unclear to me. The management of course was convinced I was an idiot, and no doubt was having second thoughts about renting to me in the first place as I finally drove off for Wales.<br /><br />I must say that if I ever had a nightmare about being stuck with a dead car, it would be on I-10 in California. It's bad enough that I expect I will have to drive on it this summer when I am out there for a convention. Flustration would be an understatement if my car ever died on it. Plus some of the new thingies they put on cars these days can be easily overlooked, particularly in an emergency. I'm sure that were I in your position I would not likely have considered that possibility myself. You did well under the circumstances!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-32729817595544746122007-01-27T09:01:00.000-08:002007-01-27T09:01:00.000-08:00EJ~I don't know whether to give you applause for g...<b>EJ~</b>I don't know whether to give you applause for going without TV for 12 years, or for your purchase of a new one. Hope you can find some good stuff to watch. Have you checked out <i>House</i>? It's a formulaic medical drama, but the lead character is a classic literary anti-hero.<br /><br />~CarolynCarolyn Burns Basshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10702584936557311692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436541.post-86250691733937419362007-01-26T15:03:00.000-08:002007-01-26T15:03:00.000-08:00Well I'm not sure this could be considered a 'duh'...Well I'm not sure this could be considered a 'duh' moment but it did make me laugh.<br /><br />I recently bought a refurbished Philips flat screen TV online. It took nearly a week to arrive and when it finally did, I was champing at the bit to get it set up.<br /><br />I carefully unpacked it, glanced at the manual to make sure I knew where all the connections should go and set it up. I plug the cord into the AC/DC converter, the converter into the TV, put the batteries in the remote and hit the power button.<br /><br />Nothing.<br /><br />I check the batteries. I check the wall plug. I notice that the little LED on the converter has but a flicker of light illuminating it. Ok, bad converter. I'm pissed and I'm frustrated but, accept the things you can't control, even if you do want to kill something.<br /><br />I call Philips, explain that the converter is bad and they say they will ship a new one out right away.<br /><br />Ok, so I have to wait a few days.<br /><br />Which, of course, I don't. I keep hitting that power button, keep checking the batteries, keep wiggling the power cord.<br /><br />Still nothing.<br /><br />Then I give the TV a thorough going over. Now, you have to understand that I have not owned a TV in over 12 years and the last TV I owned was a Goodwill special that was at least 10 years old itself. I had no idea modern TVs had an On/Off switch. I thought the only way to turn them on was with the remote. Guess what? I was wrong. There on the side of the TV is an On/Off switch. I push the button and viola!, TV works.<br /><br />On a final 'duh' note, two days later a package arrives. They sent me a power cord, not a converter.EJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03204842128461319750noreply@blogger.com