I Could Be Happy Without Some Things

Well I found something I'm more tired of hearing about than the royal wedding. With any luck both of them are almost over.

I am so happy the sun is out and it is nice outside and I am hoping that this is the beginning of nice weather for a long long long period of time. I use to think Christmas would suck without snow but now I'm willing to go without. I truly never want to see the following things again:

1. Snow (at least not for 8 months)
2. My breath (at least now while I'm outdoors)
3. Donald Trump
4. Royal weddings
5. New York Yankees
6. Mayonnaise
7. A certain attorney who shall remain nameless
8. A proctologist
9. Sarah Palin/Michele Bachmann (they count as one because they are interchangeable)
10. The inside of a Wal-Mart

Have a good weekend.

Goodbye Michael Scott

I have been watching The Office since it first came on TV, 7 seasons ago. It is one of my favorite shows of all time. Well tonight Michael Scott leaves the show and I'm really kind of sad. It will be a big hole in the show and I'll be interested to see how good the show is without him. But, it is what it is. (I crack myself up.)

This morning I turned on the Today show and there is that blasted wedding crap again. There are storms going crazy in the South and still we have to see this extravaganza of crap-o-la. Well it's almost over. Perhaps when we find out who designed the wedding dress we can move on to real important things like President Obama's birth certificate and elementary school grades.

I miss Walter Cronkite and David Brinkley -- you know real news people.

Here's my thought for the day -- when Katrina hit New Orleans there were all these holy rollers saying that it was God's retribution for the sinful ways of the people there. So why aren't they out there screaming now. I think this must be God's retribution 150 years later against Arkansas for the Civil War. I mean I figure this horrible winter has been God's retribution against Minnesota for Michele Bachmann.

I Have A Killer Bee In My Bonnet Today

Just to warn you ... I'm in a mood and I have something to say:

I heard someone say yesterday "It is what it is" -- the latest catch phrase that means absolutely nothing but is suppose to make you feel better. Like a linguistic placebo.

This pithy saying is the bastard child of so many sayings that have gone before it including Doris Day's Que Sera Sera, the spiritual "Everything happens for a reason," Lady GaGa's "Born This Way," or every parent's "Because I said so." I think they are all suppose to make us feel better -- here is life's birthday present and it cannot be refunded or exchanged or even criticized because, well, it is what it is. But what if what it is sucks? What if it's underwear and we want a pony? Do we just take it? Where does "It is what it is" meet Network's "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore"?

I encourage you to watch the clip from Network where people open their windows and yell "I'm mad as hell..." because I wonder why aren't we doing this? Why are we running around telling each other "it is what it is" when in so many cases we should really be saying "it was what it shouldn't be and I can do something about it." Even if that "something" is nothing more than being mad about as hell about it.

When I was growing up there was this "wisdom" circulating that if a woman is raped she should just lay back and enjoy it -- I'm not kidding those were the exact words that were said. But today I think we are all being told to lay back and enjoy it. And if you don't know what "it" is, then you aren't paying attention and if you aren't paying attention, I hate to be the one to point it out, but you are for sure being screwed. Are you enjoying it?

Jimmy Crack Corn and

I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE; I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

News Flash -- I am rather disinterested in the entire "royal" wedding. I might have a bit of interest if it wasn't the only story you hear about anymore. No, even then I wouldn't care.

This blog is short and not that sweet but someone got up late today (darn you Freckles you were suppose to get me up on time) and didn't have time to do the usual literary gem for you. And how do you feel about that? You don't care.

Back To Work I guess

There's no place like sleeping in; there's no place like sleeping in. Well s*it I closed my eyes and clicked my heels and I'm still awake and ready for work.

I'm taking a week off in May -- three weeks from now -- I desperately need a week or a month or a year off. It will be a staycation but I like hanging out at home. Now all I have to do is take out a small loan so I can go for long drives in my car, which is my favorite thing to do on a staycation. On Good Friday I drove over to my friend's mom (my sparent) to take her out to the cemetery. There is a gas station on the corner about four blocks from her house. Gas was $3.79 when I went to pick her up and $3.95 when I left. It went up 16 cents in an hour. I'm not going to drive past that station again just in case I made that happen -- I have that kind of power you know.

I hope if you celebrate Easter you had a nice day. I looked out my window last night and there were two young women walking down the street in bunny outfits. Now by bunny outfits I'm not referring to Peter Rabbit although these outfits tend to have a strong affect on the Peters of the world. Yes they were dressed as Heffers and I thought to my agnostic self "Well Jesus I'll bet seeing this makes you think 'Boy was that worth all the pain I went through'."

Off to work, have a good day.

Every Friday Is A Good Friday

If you have the money and time go see the Jersey Boys at the Orpheum. It's only in Minneapolis for a week so you better hurry. It's a great show that will make you feel good unless you happen to have legs.

The seats are so uncomfortable you have no room to move your legs - it makes coach seating seem like a luxury.

Any ways, I have to go move my car from the garage so they can "power clean" the floors. And to make life even better, the city has put up no parking signs on our street so they can "power clean" the gutters. Apparently it is POWER CLEAN DAY and no one told me. In honor of this special day I am planning on not just doing my laundry -- I'm going to POWER CLEAN my laundry. It will be almost a religious experience.

Have a Good Good Friday and a fun Easter.

Praying for Designer Heels?

Today's Cosmo question on Twitter (yes I Twitter and I follow Cosmo -- it's too funny not to) is "If you were to splurge this season, would u buy designer heels, a handbag, or statement jewelry?" My reply was that I already splurged on prescription drugs. I don't think I'm Cosmo's target audience but even an old lady wants to know 75 ways to drive your man crazy. I'm thinking 1) hide the remote control; 2) take him to the opera; and 3) ask him over and over again "What are you thinking?" Like I said, not a true Cosmo gal.

On the other end of the media world, MPR's question of the day was "Do you pray?" I was a bit stumped by this one. Whenever I drive on the 35W bridge over the Mississippi I chant "Please don't let me fall into the river; please don't let me fall into the river" until I'm on the other side. I guess that is praying because I'm asking something bigger than fate to get me to the other side. I actually called myself a reluctant prayer or maybe I should have said an accidental prayer because I will find myself trying to bargain with the world now and then like when a friend or puppy is sick. I think of prayer as a cosmic wish list because people are always asking for something -- give us this day, forgive us our trespasses, lead us not into the bakery (aka temptation) -- which reduces us to a child asking her parents for a pony, an Xbox, or a trip to the bakery. I do however have conversations in my head with, well no one, but perhaps that is praying - accidental praying.

Speaking of praying, I thought I'd give you an update on Lisa. She had the second lumpectomy and this time it was done correctly and they found the cancer was limited to one specific area. She is going to have some radiation to be sure they get it all but it is definitely GOOD NEWS. When I heard it yesterday I believe the snow and cold gave way to a bright and beautiful day. Yeah, Lisa -- boo cancer.

*#@*^ It's Snowing

They said it wasn't going to snow and now it is and I hate them -- I hate all those weather people who lie to me and I'm not inviting any of them to my birthday party and I mean there's going to be a pony and a pinata and hopefully people will be able to tell the two apart or that is going to be one pissed off pony.

Freckle news: It's not the best news ever. Her back leg knee is in bad shape. There's a long word for it but I don't remember what it is. The problem is that with only one back leg there's a lot of pressure on it and it's caused this to happen. It won't get better on its own and the vet said that there is surgery but it wouldn't be effective for her because she only has the one leg. The recovery would be difficult because she would have to be carried every where and would not have another leg to take the burden off the injured leg. Basically we just try to be sure it doesn't get worse and hope for the best. It's funny I think she knows somethings wrong because last night in bed she was definitely into more cuddling than usual. She's my baby and I'll do what I can to help her.

Well I suppose I have to go out in this crap fest which is not to be confused with Red Lobster's crab fest. I believe that happened once in Alabama and the results were not pretty.

Denial - It's What's For Breakfast

This look is good for a number of things:

1. Mayonnaise
2. Liver
3. Bad singing
4. Constipation
5. Hearing there is snow coming at the end of April

Guess which one it is for today. In the immortal and philosophical words of one Charles Brown:

AAUGH!!!!!!!

Truly the Universe can only expect a person to be patient and calm for a certain amount of time before he or she just goes insane. Okay it's not a tsunami or earthquake or tornado and it will melt quickly but still I just don't think I can take another day or inch or sign of snow. Someone told me to think of it as moisture -- it's like telling someone having bamboo shoots put under their fingernails to think of it as a manicure.

On a different topic (this is the part where I go into weather denial), I'm taking Freckles to the vet today. There is something wrong with her one and only back leg. She is having a very difficult time standing up. I have to help her up and give her a second to get her leg in place before she can start walking/running. Its been going on for a while but I've been in denial - saying her leg must have fallen asleep. But this weekend I came into the room to see her trying to pull herself across the room to her water dish using her front legs. It just broke my heart. So we'll see what's going on and hopefully it is something that can be fixed easily (and inexpensively).

So I'll leave you with this parting thought:

He Talked To Me (Sort of)

I found my nano iPod but now I can't find the adapter you need to hook it up to the computer and charge the battery. According to Geri, who can't find her nano iPod, this doesn't count unless I find the adapter so my search continues.

So Mary, did anything exciting happen to you this weekend? Why, yes it did, thank you for asking.
KEIFER SUTHERLAND TWEETED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was on Twitter and he wrote that he had a few minutes to answer questions and so I sent him a question and he responded "I WOULD HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT." He would have to think about it, which is almost like him saying that he was thinking of me, which is almost like saying he can't get me out of his mind, which is almost like saying he loves me and wants to spend the rest of his life making me happy.

Oh My God. It's like we're best friends now. I'm thinking of going to New York and hanging outside the theater and when he comes out ask him if he remembers me and then we'd go out for coffee and become very close and then he'd buy me a new adapter for my nano iPod and we'd exchange bodily fluids right before he had a restraining order issued against me.

Oh, what was the question I asked him? You'll have to use your imagination but rest assured he's thinking about it.

OMG ALM OLTL GONE

ABC has announced they are canceling All My Children and One Life to Live -- this is going to ruin my friend Annie's life. She loves those shows. She is always telling me what these people are up to, even though I have no idea who they are -- well actually I do remember a few names from when I use to watch them all the time. During high school summer vacation I would watch "Ryan's Hope," "All My Children," "One Life to Live," and "General Hospital." They are quite addictive and I have a feeling a lot of people are going to go through withdrawal when they go off the air.

Not only does Annie watch them, she writes stories of her own about them, often interjecting herself and other people she knows. I can only hope I'm in one of those stories being rescued by Bo Buchanan - he's hot.

I don't even know if there are many soaps left anymore? It's all judge shows and talk shows now. Much cheaper to produce than soap operas I suppose and not as many stay at home moms to watch them these days. If you want to see a funny movie you should rent "Soap Dish." It does a real good job of satirizing soap operas. My friend Peter and I love it - and that should be enough of a recommendation right there.

They say we may get snow today. I would impale myself on a window scraper if I didn't believe it will not last long. My friend Lori who lives in Wyoming is use to having snow as late as June. I don't know if I could take that. She's a better person than me.

A Decade Goes Very Quickly

It was 10 years ago today that my mom passed away. It feels like yesterday -- actually it feels like today. This is one of my favorite pictures of my mom. She's modeling a hat I crocheted (yes you are reading correctly I crocheted it) and sunglasses she got for Christmas.

I'm not sure if I told this story before but I'm going to tell it again so pay attention, it's one of my favorite mom stories. This was about a year or so before she died. She had COPD and I did a lot of things for her, including taking her to the doctor. Well one day we are at the doctor's office and it is really busy. I had her take a seat and I went up and told them she was here. When I got over to where she was sitting I could see she was in a down mood -- when you have a chronic illness and depend so much on others that is a fairly commen emotion. She turned to me and said, rather loudly, "I've become such a burden to you and your brother." At this point I'm wondering how she was a burden to my brother who maybe called her once a week, but I digress. Now where was I? "I've become such a burden to you and your brother whe we get home you should just leave me in the trash dumpster." At this point everyone in the room was looking at us waiting for me to comfort and reassure her that indeed she was not a burden. Well, homey don't play that game. I turned to her, took her hand, and said "Don't be silly mom; I'll drive you directly to the landfill."

That made her laugh and quite often when she would get on my nerves I'd say "Should we head out to the landfill?"

I miss her like crazy. My heart aches to have one more day with her. I can't believe it's been 10 years. Love you mom.

Is It Raining Money?

If it is I'll go out there with a bucket and see what I can catch.

My Facebook post last night read: "Went to pick up my prescriptions. When the clerk said $512.00 I spontaneously started to cry. I don't usually cry in Walgreens -- another thing to cross off my bucket list." $512! And I have insurance! This is my co-pay. That's 227.5 bus rides or 130 gallons of gas which for me is 11 times I could fill the gas tank or 34 Twins baseball tickets in the cheap seats or a plane ticket to New York. I could get a whole new wardrobe for $512 -- in fact based on my current "wardrobe" I could be 2 or 3 wardrobes for that.

I wonder what it would have been if I had no insurance - well it wouldn't have mattered because I would never have been able to pay for it. My friend Nancy who had breast cancer, a double mastectomy, and a year of radiation/chemo wasn't able to take her cancer meds because she couldn't afford them. She told me the cost and I just remember being in shock.

So I guess I'm lucky (???). And I'm not going to complain about it any more -- I'm sure a new complaint is just around the corner and I'd hate to use up a lot of my complaining energy on one thing. That wouldn't be fair to all the other stupid things in the universe.

Baby Boomer Bands

My friend Mark, who lives in New Orleans, posted on Facebook a local news article about "feral chickens" roaming the streets. He said he would definitely book a polka band named The Feral Chickens. This made me think of band names and I found a list of odd rock band names including Albino Toilet Boys, The Bourbon Tabernacle Choir, Toxic Shock and the Tampons, and quite a few using the name "Hitler" including Hitler's Bikini and My Dog Has Hitler's Brain. I was thinking of some great names for cover bands for people over the age of, let's say, 50:

1. The Hip Replacements
2. Ear Hair and the Tweezers
3. The Northopedic Stars
4. The Constant Left Blinkers
5. Vinnie and the Viagras
6. The Sagging Behinds
7. Swinging Cat-O-Racks
8. High on Fiber
9. The Dependables
10. Liver Spots and the Night Creme

The possibilities are endless. Do you have any ideas?

A ChipHead

This weekend my external hard drive stopped working. I didn't know what was happening and ALL my writings and photos were on that hard drive and I immediately went into PANIC mode. I looked on line at the manufacturer's website which was as helpful as an Amish electrician. I was sure I was going to have to pay $250 to have my data recovered. So I signed up to go to the Genius Bar at the Apple store on Sunday morning just in case they had a better idea. First, I couldn't believe how many people were at the Apple store at 11:00 on Sunday. It was a zoo -- mostly at the iPad section. I have to get one of those, but I digress. Went to the Genius Bar and the genius tried out my hard drive on a couple of their computers and told me that it wasn't the hard drive, it was the power that had failed. All I needed was a new shell for the hard drive itself. He said they aren't that expensive and if I knew someone who was computer savy they could help me -- and he said it like I was 5 years old and needed someone to help me on the potty. Long story short (oh I guess that ship already sailed) I bought a new shell and managed to transfer the hard drive and I now have all my documents back. I guess that means I'm computer savy or a Chiphead if you will. And, I had a fab-u-lous time at the Twins Opener. Thanks again to Jean for inviting me. It was crowded and noisy and at times hot and then cold and we won and I ate a hot dog and drank some pop and cheered and booed and stamped my feet and had a marvelous time that was absolutely deserving of a long run-on sentence. I can't wait to go again. I also went to see "HOP." Fell asleep for about 1/4 of it, but what I did see was okay. Kind of reminded me of The Santa Clause but with bunnies. Happny Monday.

I'm Waiting For You Mr. Swisher

Wait until you come here on August 18th Mr. Swisher. I'm going to call you a name and boo you really loud. That will teach you. (In case you don't know yankee Swisher slid into our sweet little Nishi and broke his leg.)

Hey it's opening day, a beautiful day, and I'll be there. It should be fun.

But enough about baseball back to ME. I think it's cool that my initials (Mary Elizabeth) are ME. So when I see something that says "It's all about ME" I have to agree. My nephew Brett's middle name is Andre or Andres or something like that so his initials spell BAH -- add a humbug and you've got something there.

If you could change your name would you? When I was growing up I didn't like being Mary because I lived in a predominantly Catholic neighborhood and every girl was named Mary except for a Debbie, a Nancy, and a Sandy. The nice thing was when one of the mom's would yell "MARY COME IN THE HOUSE" we could pretty much ignore it because we could always say we thought it was someone else's mom. That didn't mean we didn't get in trouble, but it did give us a few more minutes of outdoor time.

Yes we played outdoors all the time. With the exception of television there was nothing much to do indoors. That was a good thing for me because I may have stayed indoors my entire childhood and actually have been more pasty pale than I already was. Even when it would be a rainy day, all the neighborhood kids would gather at one of the houses that had a porch -- like ours -- and we'd play board games on the porch. I did, however, have my notebooks in my room and would spend hours working on my stories and plays. I wrote a play about a girl who was escaping from the Nazi's. I remember I had the soldiers saluting and saying "Hi Ho Hitler." Apparently they were a combination of the Lone Ranger and Nazis. Oh well. I did love those notebooks.

Have a great day ... GO TWINS!!!!

Once Upon A Time (and a dozen or so vodka gimlets ago)

Have you ever just stared at a blank piece of paper, or in this case a blank entry space, and thought I have nothing to write about. Let's see you know I'm going to opening day tomorrow; you know I hate the yankees; you know I can't find my iPod; you know I once dated The Who -- oh wait, forget I said that. Have ever heard about the one where I got arrested - but then the charges were dropped?

Once upon a time, many, many, many years ago - in my drinking days - I had gone out with my friends to the Cabooze (I think). We were having a rowdy good time. In the bar was a group of women having a party for their friend who was getting married soon. Well, and here's where things get fuzzy, at some point in the evening I joined the party and we all ended up naked in the kiddie pool at Lynnhurst or was it Pershing Park. Again it's a little fuzzy. Apparently it's not okay for adults to hang out naked in a kiddie pool at 2 in the morning. Who knew? There are all sorts of laws that we don't know about people! Someone in the neighborhood called the police -- NARC! -- and we were all taken downtown to sober up and call a friend. I remember one thing rather clearly, when I demanded to be told what I was being arrested for (again who knew about this law) some policeman told me that I was being arrested for "indecent exposure." At that point I grabbed my ample bosom as apparently Exhibit 1 and 2 and yelled "you call these indecent."

Fortunately no record was kept, there were no video cameras at the time, and no YouTube. I eventually sobered up and have become a productive member of society - well I've sobered up. What do you want from me people???? And someday I'll tell you why the disabled vets at Sister Kinney used to call me "Good Time Mary." But that's for another day.

Where's My Lucky Broom?

Last night as I paced back and forth during the last three innings of the TWINS vs. yankees game I remembered when my mom did the exact same thing. Oh the acorn doesn't fall far enough from the tree.

My mom was a gigantic Twins fan. I remember sitting with her in the hospital before she died and she wanted to listen to the Twins on the radio. In the summer of 1965 when the Twins were in the race to win the American League pennant, my mom would watch the games on our porch on one of those black and white televisions with the rabbit ears. And when she got nervous she would pace back and forth. The porch had a tile floor and she would sometimes sweep it while she watched. Well one day she decided that the broom was lucky -- perhaps she had a vision or a premonition or a vodka tonic -- but it was lucky. And from that day on she wouldn't watch a game without her lucky broom being close by in case we needed it. The Twins won the pennant and played the Dodgers in the World Series. I think all of the games or most of them were played during the day and since we were in school at the time we all got to go out in the hall and watch the game now and then. I kept expecting the janitor to be sweeping the halls - assuming that's what you're suppose to do during a game.

So last night while pacing I had this sudden urge to sweep. Fortunately it went away quickly. And we beat those coitus yankees. I hate the yankees. Freckles hates them too, I could sense it.

Hello? Hello?

Well it's gone -- that bad tooth. I'm surprised there isn't a reality show about dentists called When Teeth Go Bad.

Quite a little adventure it was. I have a feeling this office wasn't use to someone who, well, is like me. I'm sitting alone in the reception area where, by the way of course they have the most beautiful receptionist -- long blond hair, tan, young, and big white teeth -- makes you immediately want to impale yourself on a water pik. So I'm sitting there and the nurse opens the door and says, to the crowd, "Mary? Mary?" I start looking around and say, humorously, "She changed her mind and went home" so the nurse says "Okay" and leaves the room. I have to open the door and shout for her "Hey, I was just kidding." Makes me kind of nervous that apparently its not such a strange thing for people to walk out on them.

She takes my blood pressure and surprisingly it's high. "Do you have high blood pressure?" she asks. "Only when someone is about to yank a tooth out of my mouth," I reply. I guess I'm the first patient they ever had who gets nervous. Well they put the big bib on me and the dentist comes in, a nice guy, and says "So we're going to remove a tooth today?" Of course I can't just say "Yes" and say something clever like "No I'm here for a colonoscopy." Fortunately he seems to have a sense of humor and doesn't jab me too hard with the Novocaine needle. "We'll let that work and then I'll be back."

Five minutes go by, 10 minutes, 15 minutes no one comes back. Even though I'm not looking forward to the procedure I would just as soon get it over with so I can get my strawberry shake and go on with my life. I start saying, first softly then a little louder, "Hello, hello, anyone out there?" No reply. "Yoo hoo, hello." Nothing. They apparently all went to lunch and forgot about me. Finally someone comes in and asks how I'm doing. I asked where everyone went. "Oh we're being pulled in a lot of directions." I was the only person in the waiting room -- how many directions can they be pulled. Is there a poker game? A good movie? Krispy Kremes in the shape of bicuspids?

Well eventually the dentist showed up and gave me another shot that hurt like hell. He said it would "sting a bit." I advised him that he was no longer my friend when he told me that he's given himself that same shot just to practice. That didn't really make me feel better. And then in about one minute it was over. He said "Guess what?" I said "It's a boy?" and we said Mazel tov and went on our separate ways.

The real pain would come later when the Yankees beat the Twins 4-3. I HATE THE YANKEES! Pass the Novocaine.

Another One Bites The Dust

I have to have a tooth pulled today ... the same tooth that I was supposed to have a root canal done on last January but they hit some kind of a brick wall.

On the plus side I get a day off of work, I can buy a milk shake for lunch, and my toothaches will stop. On the not plus side I'm having a tooth pulled. I have what my friend Pat calls Hillbilly Teeth. She has them too and so does my brother. It's one of those genetic things I guess. But it doesn't make it any less frustrating. Oh well, it certainly could be worse.

Like my friend Lisa who has to have her lumpectomy done all over again because the "bead" moved. Remind me that if I ever have to have this done I will hold my breasts very still and insist on a wheelchair instead of walking to surgery. In fact I think I'll hire someone to hold my breast still -- I'm thinking Keifer Sutherland might be available.

This morning at 3:30 a.m. Freckles jumped off the bed and looked at the door. I thought "oh no, no, no" and put her back on the bed. She jumped off again and I thought "oh yes, yes, yes" and got up and semi dressed and took her out. Well she really did have to go. While we were standing out there down the street come two people with hoodies on and I'm thinking "oh no, no, no I'm dead." And they kept coming towards us and I got to tell you I was scared. When they got to us it was two really nice kids who shouldn't be out at 3:30 in the morning and they loved Freckles. But it was still pretty scary. And by the way, there were 8 apartments in the Senior Citizen high rise that had lights on. What are all these people doing up at 3:30 in the morning.

Well I'm off to the extractory factory. I'm thinking a strawberry shake will make me feel better.

Take Me Out To The Ballgame??

My friend Jean got tickets to the opening day of the Twins next Friday and invited me to come with. I'm pumped. I just hope I won't need to wear my long johns, but if I do, well I guess that's life.

My ex-husband and I use to go to Vikings games at the old Met Stadium and would sit in about 12 layers of clothing to watch a game. There were plenty of flasks being passed around to keep you warm (they contained hot coco of course because it was illegal to bring in liquor and I would never break the law). Of course I was 23 and thought it was fun to be freezing to death. I also thought it was a good idea to get married so what the heck did I know.

By the way Happy April Fool's Day. I remember my 5th grade teach Mrs. Northfelt wore two different color shoes on April 1st. No one noticed until the afternoon. We thought it was the funniest thing ever. It's amazing how I can recall that but I still can't recall were the heck I put my nano iPod. My friend Geri can't find her nano iPod either so we have a contest going to see who will find theirs first. It's like an early Easter egg hunt for the senile.