Cupholders, Summer Wedding, and Minute Clinic

I got to spend a lot of time with my grandmother this weekend.  She is 85 years old today (when I wrote this sentence on July 28th 🙂  It just amazes me, the life she’s led.  All of the major events she has been alive for.  Makes me so curious for the future and what my lifetime has in store for us. 

Obviously, we live in a technologically advanced era.  I’ve grown up thru the invention of the internet, the transition from tape to CD to mp3, the introduction of smartphones, blogging, social networking sites, identity theft, HD TV and wireless printers.  Just when you think they’ve thought of it all, they think of something else.

So when the simple things are missing from any given situation, it makes me wonder if people are shooting for the next Facebook, when really, they can make millions with a simple invention that could be of use to the general population.

For example, I was at the Borgata a few weekends ago.  They give you free drinks as you gamble.  Lots of drinks lead to lots of bathroom trips.  There are NO cup holders in the bathroom.  I have to hold my plastic cup in my teeth.  There are hooks for purses, why shouldn’t there be cup holders for drinks?  Adapt casinos, adapt!

I turned to my good friend GOOGLE, and sure enough, they do in fact exist for your own home.  But the best one I found was a big clip that can hang on your desk.  Not that you’d need this for any reason because… have a desk which is like one big cup holder, but check it out!

Moving on!

I had a bad experience at the CVS Minute Clinic this past week.  After spending the weekend traveling for hours, sleeping on down pillows, drinking alcohol, and being exposed to lots of germ breathing children, I found myself feeling under the weather upon my return home.  It being a Sunday and all, the doctors of the world where home with their families in their lavish mansions enjoying the day.  So I was forced to use the CVS Minute Clinic. 

After I waited a while, this elderly woman emerged and SCREAMED my name.  Embarrassed by her lack of volume control, I got up and went into the office glorified closet space.  She seemed flustered right off the bat with statements like “I’m not really an insurance person” and lots of “I don’t know, hmm’s.”  After her brief assessment of my medical history, and my reassuring her that I was indeed who I said I was a solid 4 times, we spoke about how I had my tonsils out two years back.  She grabbed her fancy flashlight and looked into my throat and ears.  She nearly punctured my ear drum with her $500 light stick and then asked me if I had my tonsils removed.  UHHH, #1 yes we just discussed this about 40 seconds ago, and #2 didn’t you just look at my throat?  Do I want you to diagnose me now that you can’t even tell if I have huge balls in the back of my throat with your old eyes?!  She then handed me documents from the Mayo Clinic about sore throats and what causes them.

So to the minute clinic I say, thanks by no thanks for now.

One of my best friends got married this past weekend in ITHACA.  Was so good to be back in that area.  In the summer, there is no place like it!  Lush greenery, plentiful wineries and a sweet lake breeze.  In the winter, it’s more like dirty snow, guaranteed slips, canceled classes and hypothermia.  But below is the video I made for her with alllll the wedding pictures.  I actually saw some late additions, so I might re-edit it — but check it out along with some pictures of the beautiful bride!

Today’s music comes from Incubus’s new album.  I know I’m a few months behind on listening to their latest record, but I LOVE IT.

listening to Promises Promises by Incubus on @Grooveshark:  #nowplaying

Album is called If Not Now, When?

Great question.





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