Anxiety

The main reason I go to the shrinkage or the Psychologist is very high anxiety. This causes acid reflux in me, which is currently very bad. So no peppers for me. Oh well.

I have been reading books on High Sensitivity, some say this also causes high anxiety. I think it does.

I always wonder why I can't be like others, those people that nothing seems to bother them. They shrug off stuff that would make me feel horrible. Things that would haunt me, some people do not even notice. I cannot understand that.

My IBS is about the same, my hives are about the same and my rosacea is about the same.

My mother has a dog walker. This guy that I am not sure of from which he came. He is older and his mom drives him around. Update: this is a week or so later, mom had to can the dog walker, he started getting too familiar. Asking for money out of turn, telling her he was making more elsewhere, shorting her on time. Well, we were discussing a nice way to get rid of him and the Florida Gov announced a lockdown and mom canned him on her own. Good woman.

I was going to volunteer at the Salvation Army food service then I investigated and it is recommended that with my Afib I do not get out and about. So I guess I will wait until this is easing up but I am really concerned about the homeless in this shit. No one is talking about them and they have to be the most vulnerable of us all. They have no where to shelter. They have no where to die. And no one is talking about this. Big Daddy says they are spraying the migrants in India down with bleach, and now just people on the street going for food are being sprayed with bleach. What have we become.

I can't make this shit up

For many years we have lived with the fact that Big Daddy looks quite a bit like Dick Cheney. They could be brothers. TSA has remarked how much he looks like Cheney while wanding him at the airport. Gennifer Flowers called him Dick Cheney at her nightclub. It goes on and on.

Well today BD was at the temple or palace or whatever in Mysore, India and yep-it happened again. He was approached by a group of trainee soldiers wanting their picture taken with BD. When they were finished they thanked Mr. Chinny. Yep, they thought he was Dick Cheney. This time however he got the full celebrity treatment. Apparently the Indians are star struck for any famous person and they mobbed BD for pictures. The soldiers video taped him and the driver said that was the most pictures ever taken of a faux celebrity. The runner-up is some guys wife named Angie who they thought was Angelina Jolie. She ran and hid, avoiding the big mob scene.

BD got some great shopping bargains, which will be detailed later, and sore feet from walking the palaces without shoes. He ruined one pair of flight socks.

He had a fabulous lunch at one of the palaces that was converted into a resort and KFC for dinner. It kills me no matter where you go there is a KFC.

Pictures to follow as soon as he uploads them, but Punkin Head found a picture of the Mysore Palace at night on the Internet and it is a huge and gorgeous place. Punkin Head is at the music venue downtown this weekend so he spent the night here. The Greektown Casino Hotel told him that no outside beverages are allowed to brought into the hotel so he is smuggling his in my Trader Joe's insulated grocery bag, it has a zipper.

Big Daddy is using the Chinese against the Indians

We have been early risers for the last decade or so, Big Daddy has been an early riser since growing up on the farm. 4:30 is normal for us, give or take an hour either way. 

Well, it turns out the Indians are just like the Chinese, work does not really start until 9:30 or 10:00, with nothing really prepared for the day. So BD told his new peeps he wants to start earlier, like pick me up at 8 and lets get started, then he lied to them and told them that is how the Chinese do it. These people would shit bricks if they new most people here start well before 9 and eat lunch at their desks most days. 

He had to get his hotel room changed, he got in really late the first night and they had him in a twin bed (this was an upgrade) and he fell out in the morning. Now he has a pretend king size bed. He had dinner at the Italian place down the street and he said it was horrid-risotto with curry. Most restaurants do not open before 7, so now he knows the rules and can look for something else.  That or stick with pizza. 

There are cows roaming the streets and he is gonna get some pictures for us. People just wander up and milk the cows in the street. Wow. Can't wait to see the pictures. 

Just sipping my wine and watching

My back is still not "moving about" friendly so I am not doing much. Big Daddy is keeping me appraised of his upcoming schedule. First it was 2 weeks in Shanghai, then it changed to a few weeks in India, next was a few days in Mexico and flying on to India. I am aghast that someone would take a plane from Mexico to India.

India destination at this moment seems to be Bangalore which I think used to be the rubber sandal capitol of the world. Punkin Head's best friend was Indian and knew Bangalore, I do not recall him recommending the sandals.

As this travel schedule is changing every few hours I am not getting interested until I have better information. BD asked me about Emirates, if they fly into Dallas I need to find out what alliance they belong to, they don't fly into Detroit.

Bring Your Passport with you

Big Daddy starts his new job Monday. He is happy and we are not moving. We need to make some plans for next week though as I will be without a car for the week. And with the stove fixed I can cook dinner or at least help, I have to learn to cook all over again.

I broke it to BD that I am considering retirement, he was surprised but did not have a lot to say.

Now I need to investigate lawnmowers as we do not own one and it seems foolish to pay someone to mow this tiny yard if I am not working.

Oh yea, BD's new company needs to do due diligence on his passport so he can travel to China and India. I just laughed and told him he might need shots for India.

I Hate Baseball

To me baseball is the dumbest sport ever, it just does not make sense. There are a bunch of guys that huddle around in a hole in the ground. There is another bunch of guys that kinda spread out on a thing called a baseball diamond, but it does not sparkle. There are some other guys that are supposed to be umpires and all they do is hang around and look kinda fat. Then they decide to play a game. The game is that one guy comes out from the ground and stands in front of one of the fat guys and swings a stick at the other guys standing around the diamond and if the stick makes a connection with a ball most of the guys on the diamond chase the ball. They do this for a long time. WTF.

Well, you know they have outsourced most everything in the U.S.A., they are now outsourcing baseball. I just saw it on the TV, India is now our source for baseball players of the future. Now don't get me wrong, everyone should have an equal opportuntiy to stand in a hole in the ground. But honestly, should we give such a stupid pastime up to the Slumdog Millionaires? Why does India not have a thriving baseball industry if they are so great at this sport?

Other than the fabulous Soccer teams in Europe where else in the world is any sports enterprise followed and adored other than U.S. sports teams? Canada has excellent hockey, but their teams play in the NHL and they want the Stanley Cup as much as any U.S. team does.

Segue to automotive, we invented the motor car, we adored the motor car, we raced the motor car and my husband's family was a major factor in getting the motor car in the hands of the American public.

Then we went into a hole in the ground and stood behind the fat guy and let everyone take away our "stuff." This is not protectionism. This is-why aren't we competing for our own place and why aren't we making India, Japan and Cuba put their teams up for competition like our friends in Canada do. Go Canucks.