The Mundling Zone

Thoughts, rants, and raves from the desk of Michelle Mundling

Saturday, November 20, 2004

Him Name is Hopkin Green Frog

Terry of 2012 15th Ave S lost his frog. He wants to know where his frog is.

Click here to go to the site, then click on each picture (starting with the handwritten lost frog notice) to go to the next page.

Seeing the pictures reminds me of All Your Base Are Belong to Us.

I don't know if the creators of the lost frog pictures are talented people with a sense of humor or just people with too much time on their hands.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Domain Registry of America

These people must think I believe everything I read.

The letter starts off, "As a courtesy to domain name holders, we are sending you this notification of the domain name registration that is due to expire in the next few months. When you switch todya to the Domain REgistry of America, you can take advantage of our best savings. Your registration for will expire on April 17, 2005. Act today!" They're offering to let me transfer my domain to them and renew through them for the low, LOW price of $25.00 a year!


Uh, hello! My domain name is registered with for the to-die-for price of $8.95 a year! My site is proudly hosted by, and I've had nothing but excellent service with the company. Do the people at Domain Registry of America think I'm going to leave a good thing just because they say they're offering me "their best savings?" NOT!!!

At the upper right corner of their letter, it shows in bold letters, "Domain Name Expiration Notice." Can they ethically offer an expiration notice for a domain registration that is not registered through them? Do I smell the potential for possible fraud?

I won't be doing business with them. I was born on a Monday, but it wasn't last Monday.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Sunday Morning Shopping

Woke up before the alarm clock this morning. Figures. I wake up bright-eyed early on weekend mornings, but I'll be bleary-eyed on the weekday mornings when my alarm clock beckons my arousal out of bed. At this point, my mind is on auto pilot, and don't mess with the controls by asking questions as to what I'm doing or why I'm doing it!

Once I make my return from slumberland to reality, I've found I have more energy in the morning to do things. When making the choice of whether to shop in the morning or the afternoon, I factor in my aversion to crowds and crowded parking lots. Therefore, I am willing to set my alarm and wake up earlier than normal in order to get my shopping done. Parking is easier since I acquired my handicap card, but I still keep in mind what I learned while living in Atlanta: all's fair in love, war, and parking spaces.

I'm at that age now where shopping is more of a necessary evil than an enjoyable excursion. The typical shopaholic's battle cry of "shop til you drop" prompts my response of, "That's the first fifteen minutes. Then what?" Of course, all bets are off when you walk into a Wal-Mart Supercenter. I always seem to walk out of a Wal-Mart with more items than I originally intended to buy. How do we know those Wal-Mart greeters aren't secretly hypnotising us to buy more stuff? Think about it! How many stores do you know that have greeters? Before anyone thinks I've lost my mind, I'm joking, of course.

I knew I needed quite a few grocery items and a few personal items, so I opted for the motorized buggy (another reason to get out of bed early to go shopping). With my back, there would have been no way I could have done all that shopping and stayed on my feet. In our store in Waycross, they moved all of the benches out of the shopping areas and placed them near the exit doors. It's a big store! People need to stop and rest! All I can say is the store would get a lot less of my business if they didn't have the motorized carts.

Headed over to the shampoo aisle. I'm besieged by an array of assorted shampoos, and none of them make sense to me. Even my favorite brand changed on me! They've got shampoo with jasmine, aloe vera, vanilla, apple, extract of coconut, or some other "natural" ingredient. They've got shampoo for just about every type of hair EXCEPT normal hair or oily hair. Apparently, the makers of these hair products don't believe there is such a thing as normal hair anymore. With my oily scalp, I can't afford to use a shampoo for dry hair, damaged hair, or color-treated hair; it would never look clean and freshly washed. I pick up a bottle of the least expensive brand that closely resembles plain shampoo and move on.

We just barely got through Halloween, and the Christmas decorations are already up. Once again, I will be sick of Christmas and the Holiday season before it gets over with. I dread going to the stores after Thanksgiving! In fact, you won't find me anywhere near a store the morning after Thanksgiving! My dad and Aunt Mavis made that mistake a few years ago. Four o'clock in the morning, and the parking lots were overflowing. Dad commented about how rude and territorial many of the shoppers were. Nope, we're staying home.

In the electronics section, they had the combination VCR and DVD player machines on sale. I couldn't help but notice the bold white letters on the box that read, "This device will not copy copyrighted material." Hmmm ... you gotta wonder how that's going to affect sales of that product. Ooh, check out the cordless phones with Caller ID! They've got translucent royal blue, translucent navy blue, and translucent purple. Darn, no translucent pink. Purple will have to do. What other features does this phone have? Who cares? It's purple! In the latest trend of electronic gadgets and appliances in which the choices are black, white, or gray, purple is a welcome change.

Ah! The seasonal aisle! All sorts of cutesy tins, bottles, knick knacks, and other trinkets we normally wouldn't purchase any other time of year. Let's not forget the oversized gift boxes of food or bath products deceptively packaged to make you think you're getting more than what's really in there. Admittedly, I have a weakness for the summer sausage and cheese packages, but the prices usually are enough to deter me. Sorry, but I can't see paying $14.99 for 4 oz of meat and 4 oz of cheese with a child-size box of crackers. Heck, I can get some sliced pepperoni, monterrey jack cheese, and triscuit crackers and be just as happy.

Oh, I can't forget my four-legged friend, the ditch dog. She loves her treats. She's not picky; she'll eat just about anything you hand feed her, including the hand that feeds her! I gotta be careful not to accidentally serve up "lady fingers" with her treat.

Now my shopping trip is starting to wind down as I get to the grocery section. We have a wider selection of food products than ever before. Sometimes I think they need to separate the grocery section into two sub-sections: pre-packaged food and real food. The prepackaged food looks tasty and promises convenience and quality. However, many of these foods are too salty or too bland or too mealy or too processed or too ... something. Occasional convenience is fine, but my taste buds long for home cooking on most days. If I have the recipe and the necessary utensils, I'll try to do it from scratch. Thank God for the crock pot.

The old adage of "don't shop for groceries when you're hungry" is so true. You may be standing there with a small list originally, but you'll be walking out with a cart full of stuff that looked good at the time you put them in your cart. You get home, you put the stuff away, then later you'll end up experiencing buyer's remorse as you stand there, looking in your pantry, refrigerator, and/or freezer, and realize you don't want ANYTHING you've got. Reminds me of an indecisive single person getting ready for a date, looking in his/her closet full of clothes, and moaning, "I don't have anything to wear."

By now, I've noticed how crowded the store has become, and I head to the checkout. I guess they had the same idea I had but decided to sleep in first. I try to be a good little customer and have my check written out before the cashier completes scanning my purchases. I think the only thing that annoys me about waiting at the cash register is when someone ahead of me is holding up the line for stupid stuff or feels the compulsion to argue with the cashier about something that is not the cashier's fault. I'd like to tell someone of these argumentive blowhards with a superiority complex to save their rant for Oprah and finish their purchases before the rest of us take root for waiting so long. For example, it's not the cashier's fault that customer's credit card/check/atm card got rejected. Don't stand there and argue like your reputation in town is on the line. Use another method of payment or get out of the way! Take it up with the bank or credit card company, not the cashier.

About 90 minutes after I entered the store, I emerged significantly poorer but happy with my purchases. I can never walk into a Wal-Mart Supercenter and get "just a few things. By then, it was a little after ten o'clock in the morning. It never occurred to me that there were this many people shopping at this time of the morning, especially on a Sunday. The parking lot was nearly full with shoppers in casual attire. Heck, the owners of Wal-Mart don't care; they'll be happy to take money from us non-church-going sinners.

I headed home and unloaded the truck. After everything was put away, I sat down in my computer chair and actually considered ... taking a nap.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

A personal note on Veteran's Day 2004

As a final note to this entry, Veteran's Day is almost over. I made an entry on our local messageboard to the veterans who read the board:

To all the veterans who have served our country in any capacity, your efforts and sacrifices are appreciated. May God bless you and may other people learn from your experiences.

Special note to my favorite Master Chief Petty Officer:

Thank you for instilling in me the immense love I have for this country.
Thank you for teaching me respect and gratitude for our armed forces.
Thank you for sharing with me your many trips down memory lane about the vast years you spent in the navy.
Most of all, although you're a humble man and rather have your dead comrades remembered and honored, I thank you for your years of service to our country.

The person I'm referring to is my dad. He served 32 years honorably in the U S Navy and retired as a Master Chief Petty Officer on September 1, 1974. After the September 11 attacks, people who found out he was in the navy would thank him for his services and sacrifices. All during that time, he'd rather have the honor, gratitude, and appreciation extended toward his friends and comrades who served with him and gave up their lives to protect our country and our way of life. That only makes him that much more honorable. To my dad, thank you, and I love you so very much.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Misunderstood and Evil People

It has been a while since my last entry, though. A lot has been going on the last couple of weeks. As much as I would like to write about it, the potential for legal entanglements prevents me from doing so. All I'm going to say is this: I honestly pray that someone will seek professional help and break free from the bonds that isolate this person from people who care and want to be friends. I truly am concerned about this person, and I pray for this person. I am worried that current behavior by this person will provoke others to backlash their anger at their provoker. That would only perpetuate that person's feelings of isolation, suspicion, anger, and fear of betrayal ... a vicious cycle. And that's all I got to say about that.

There are some people who are misunderstood, and then there are some people who are outright evil. This other person who is making things hard for others is, in my opinion, truly evil. As much as I'd like to mention her name, I'm going to refrain from doing so. I'll just call her Jezebel. Jezebel is a manipulative, vindictive, self-centered, deceitful, loathsome, vicious bitch who has done so many people wrong, I don't see how she can honestly believe she's going to keep doing what she's doing without consequences. Jezebel has done a lot of bad things, but when she tried to have my prison shut down, she really started to make people angry at her. Supposedly, she had several people call our Commissioner's office and send e-mails about how terrible our prison was to the community and that it was an eyesore, blah blah blah. Several of us employees wrote letters to the editor of the local newspaper rebutting her claims and bringing attention to her lack of service to the community and a brief remark about her residency discrepancy. Our commissioner finally came down to visit our prison where he had a chance to talk with staff. Jezebel's name came up, and the commissioner heard first hand about what kind of person Jezebel really was. I looked at the commissioner and told him point blank that he was hearing from a very vocal minority, that 99 percent of the residents of the town and county supported our prison and our efforts. He was impressed with our unique program and property upkeep, telling us point blank that our prison would not be closed down. Many of us were relieved to hear him say that. Speaking for myself, I love where I work, I believe in our prison's mission, and I don't want to lose my job or be transferred elsewhere because some selfish low-life wants to use the property for her own purposes.

Then she tried to run for re-election as the county commissioner for her district ... and lost. You think she'd take the hint and leave it alone, right? Wrong! She tried to challenge the results of the election claiming the winner was not a legal resident of the district she was elected to represent, but it backfired. They investigated Jezebel and determined that she was never a legal resident of the district (she wasn't even legally residing in the county!) she was elected to represent, so she was immediately booted off the commission and stripped of her voting privileges for that county. You'd think she'd get the message and go on. Oh no! She filed an appeal to a higher court, but that court ruled against her. Now she's filing yet another appeal! Not only that, rumor has it that Jezebel has been allegedly harassing the newly-elected county commissioner who beat her. My faith in God and past experience tells me that what goes around comes around. If every finger you point in judgment comes back to you threefold, I can only imagine the "fingering" Jezebel is going to get one day. I just have to have faith in God that He will allow us to see Jezebel face justice for her actions.