Nashville

Next week I’m going to a conference in Nashville for one of my jobs.  The last time – actually the only other time – I was there, it was for a Cushing’s Conference.

There are two albums of photos on Facebook from that conference.  Part one and Part two (Duh!)

It makes me sad just thinking about that conference.  Since that time, three of my close Cushie friends in attendance have died.  Sue, Natalie, and Diana.  Cookie had died the previous year but she had also been a force to reckon with. All died too young.  All the Cushies who have died have been too young.  I hate this disease/syndrome.

On the other hand, had it not been for Cushing’s, I never would have even met those wonderful friends.

In church one Sunday, one of the questions the pastor asked in the sermon was “What would your best friend think about…” and all I could think of was that nearly all my friends have died.  There’s no “best” one left.  And, I’m too young for this to be.

Last week, I was asked what I had on my Medic Alert bracelet and I responded with the words and a picture of the bracelet.  I also mentioned that mine is the same as the one Natalie always wore, in memory of her.

But, I’m hoping for a much cheerier visit to Nashville this year.  After all, this is the same conference we went to last year in Baltimore…

Read more about last year’s conference on my travel blog here: http://maryoblog.com/2016/08/19/acs-conference-in-baltimore-md-may-31-june-3-2016/

 

Why a Towel?

From The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

 

 

Remember Your Towel Today!

Each year, May 25 is Towel Day.  Do you know why?

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Towel Day is celebrated every year on 25 May as a tribute to the author Douglas Adams by his fans.

On this day, fans carry a towel with them, as described in Adams’ The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, to demonstrate their appreciation for the books and the author.

The original quotation that explained the importance of towels is found in Chapter 3 of Adams’ work The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost.” What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

—Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

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This book is important to me because I read it while I was at NIH waiting for pituitary surgery.

 

 

 

In case you like poetry, you might be interested in this: Vogon Poetry Generator.

 

 

Here’s mine:

 

See, see the old sky
Marvel at its big grey depths.
Tell me, Clyde do you
Wonder why the armadillo ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel yucky.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your qwerty facial growth
That looks like
A tofu
What’s more, it knows
Your rolf potting shed
Smells of pea.
Everything under the big old sky
Asks why, why do I even bother?
You only charm fish.

 

Every Time It Rains…

 

 

 

Lucky-Penny-Day

 

See a penny, pick it up… All day long you’ll have good luck.

When you are out and about today, look on the ground for pennies. It just might be your lucky day!

My mom is forever picking up pennies – or anything that’s cash-looking.  She’s made a record over the years of how much money she’s found on the street and the total amount is pretty staggering.

Finding a penny has long been considered a good omen, suggesting something good will happen in the life of the finder. Some superstitious people believe that you should only pick up a penny that’s lying face up.

Some believe we should no longer mint pennies because they cost more to make than they are worth.

Years ago a penny was able to buy something – like penny candy. Today, due to inflation, the penny does not buy much of anything. The metal value and cost of minting pennies exceed their face value. Many nations have stopped minting equivalent value coins and efforts are being made to end the routine use of pennies in several countries including the United States.

The U.S. minted 8 billion pennies in 2014, spending almost $132 million for currency worth less than $50 million, according to Citizens to Retire the Penny, a nonpartisan organization dedicated to educating the public on why the U.S. should ditch the penny.

1793 – The first pennies in the United States were made of copper.

National Lucky Penny Day is observed each year on May 23rd.

A commercial but cute, nonetheless:

 

Happy Dogmother’s Day!

This picture reminds me so much of our dog and her siblings.  Mimi, unlike our most recent past dog, refuses to wear a bandana, though!

 

Last Dogmother’s Day, Mimi shared this on her blog (yes, of course my dog has her own blog):

 

My human mom had a friend who said she was my dog mother so when mom saw this she took a pikture.

I thought it would be good for today since it’s Dogmother’s Day.

Here’s me and my sisters and brother just after our mom had us.

Happy Dogmother’s Day from Mimi (who thinks it’s MeMe!)

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

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Mother’s Day is a celebration honoring the mother of the family, as well as motherhood, maternal bonds, and the influence of mothers in society. It is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, most commonly in the months of March or May. It complements similar celebrations honoring family members, such as Father’s Day and Siblings Day.

In the United States, celebration of Mother’s Day began in the early 20th century.

It was in 1905 when Mother’s Day was finally introduced successfully by Anna Jarvis. She started a dedicated letter writing campaign to declare an official Mother’s Day. Through Andrews Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia, the first Mother’s Day was observed on May 10, 1908.

This day, to honor Anna Jarvis’s mother grew into a National Observance until in 1911 every state participated. Soon it was spreading internationally and on May 9, 1914, President Woodrow Wilson proclaimed Mother’s Day a national holiday to be held on the second Sunday of May.

 

Making Money Disappear Through Infinite Iteration, Now In YouTube Form! – XOR’s Hammer

My son, the math genius!

 

 

Source: Making Money Disappear Through Infinite Iteration, Now In YouTube Form! – XOR’s Hammer

A Shell of a Day

 

 

I needed gas for my car last week.  I was on my way to bell rehearsal so I didn’t have time to go to my usual place.  Instead, I stopped by the station that was on my way.

I had stopped going to this particular gas station many years ago when I thought that they were adding water to the mix.  My engine had sputtered whenever I’d put in gas from there.

Anyway, I was in a rush, so I went there, to the first pump I came to.  The gas flowed into my car, no problem.  The hose clicked off as always.

When I removed it from my tank, gas sprayed everywhere.  On me, on the car.  I dropped the hose on the ground until I figured out how to turn it off manually.

I looked at the meter and I wasn’t charged for the extra gas.  Good thing!

I grabbed a lot of their paper towels and cleaned my car off as best I could.  Used a LOT of hand sanitizer on me and headed to rehearsal.

First rehearsal went fine.  At the beginning of the second, someone mentioned smelling gas and I said it was me – and related my tale.  Someone else said they could smell it on my car in the parking lot.  <sigh>

Got home, took a l-o-n-g shower and extra cortisone.

DH went up to the gas station to have a word with them.  The person on duty said this happens “a lot”.

Wednesday, DH called the station owner who suggested it was my fault.  Then he called the main company “Customer Service” who offered us back $.25 (yes, 25 cents)  for spraying myself with gas and becoming a possible fire hazard.

DH explained the concept of class action suit when I did a Google search and found over 2 million hits for “gas pump sprayed me”

 

That was over a week ago.  “Customer service” was supposed to call back.  Of course, they haven’t yet.

Stay tuned!

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

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May the 4th Be With You!

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