Have not been around.....

It isn't that I am ignoring this blog but it is summer time and I am not at the computer as much. Real life seems to call me out doors when the weather is nice and I just feel that I cannot get around to all my computer friends and their places. I really do love this spot and enjoy blogging though. So I won't be dragging my feet forever. I have been walking the dogs a little more too. They like being out and running around a little. Later`````

Roses, roses, roses...

I love roses. I love everything about them. The look. The smell. I just do not want anyone buying me any. I do love to see them in my yard though. I felt bad cause one of my rose buses did not make it thru the winter but this one did. We do not know what kind it is but I have been emailing rose societys to see if they know. We found it growing behind my in laws one day and transplanted it several years ago. We have a white one too but I like this one better.

my rose

the best vacation ever....

Last week was one of the best vacations I have been on. We spent the week in michigan visiting my foster family and we all had a blast. My brother has a restaurant in Livonia that has fabulous fish. It is called Hope's Fish and chips. So good. Great frog legs too. My foster sister started it about fifty years ago and now her nephew owns it. He was really raised as my foster brother as his grandma was helping to raise him and I lived with her.
While my husband went fishing on one of the many lakes around there, I took a sightseeing tour there and up around the ann arbor area. All you wolverine fans know what a lovely spot ann arbor is.

Later all.................

Hey....

I am a christian. I have been one for a long time. I am not a bible thumber or someone who is out to change you. I have enough problems dealing with the troubles in my little spot of the world and taking care of things in my life. I cannot take care of things in yours....

But I will say, God bless you and I will pray for you when I feel you are troubled. I don't think that is forcing my beliefs on you.

I have a live and let live attitude about this. I will not try to force anyone to go to chruch or read the bible or whatever but if you asked if I am a christian, I will tell you yes. I am. I am not ashamed of it but I am ashamed of many who say they are christians then spout hatred towards anyone who disagrees with them.

How can you be a christian and be cheerful at the thought of a gay person suffering from aids as some seem to be? A true christian would be volunteering at aids clinics and giving the person dying of aids a shoulder to lean on when he needs it. You would be there to talk to them and give them some hope. Let them know you care. Would jesus be doing that or would he be screaming that they deserve to die like that? You answer that question. My guess is he would be spoon feeding the dying aids patient rather than sceaming hell's fire and brimstone at him.

And, in case you have not heard, aids is not a gay disease. It is a disease that affects hetroes too.

Jeusus would not be bombing abortion clinics either. He would be comforting those who survive the bombings but he would not be doing them. Nor would he support anyone who bombs them.

No matter how you feel about the abortion issue, bombing the clinics are not the act of a christian. Not eveyone in those clinics are there for abortions. There are many who go there for fertility visits too. What about the babies in those petri dishes or the men and women who go there? You could kill one of them in your haste to do what you think is God's will and then what? Shame on you for even thinking the Eric Rudolf's of the world are to be idolized.

And the next time you think about sending money to Pat Robertson or some of those other t.v evangelist, take that money out and give it to your local homeless shelter or to another agency that helps the poor in your area. That will do you more good then sending it to Benny Hinn.

I could just scream....

I got up with good intentions on going on line and paying my bills. I do pay them, you know. Contrary to what some might think, I am a trustworthy person.

I went to my banking page and made sure that all the ones that were to be paid for by my bank, were paid. There were a few adjustments but no real problems. Then it came time pay my electric bill which has been paid thru paymybill.com for years. It would not work. No matter what I did, it still would not work. Aha, I will call the power company. I called and it seemed like there no poeople there but there were lots of recordings. None of those recordings would tell me how to pay my bill. It did say to go on line and where to to and it was......myfreechecks.......wait.....what happened to paymybill? Why was it sending me to myfreechecks? I pondered this for a moment before calling the company again and finally being told I could talk to a human voice if I was willing to wait ten minutes. Well, i waited, and waited, and waited some more. Looks like I will be going to the bill paying office that I hate tomorrow to pay this bill cause I am going away next week and it is due.

And why do I hate this particular office? Cause it is run by two old biddies who have nothing better to do then to stand around and scratch their asses while they talk about everyone in the neighborhood and frown at you for having bothered them with this bill.

a little bit of very thing...

Ever have racing thoughts. I have them today. They are when you sit down to write and your mind is filled with all these thoughts popping in and out of your head. I hate them but there is little I can do about them. For instance, I wanted to start talking about a book I was reading in here when all of a sudden these thoughts about my brother and some things he said 30 years came popping into my brain and I start thinking if I go to detroit to see him like I plan he might remember that fight and some of the nasty things I said then my foster sister popped into my head and and said a few things while is seemed like my husband was running around in my brain too.

Anyway.....I love crime books. True crime storie and the real dectective ones that seem real. Not the ones from the forties but the ones from today. My daughter brought me about 20 really good suspense and thriller books home but I am sitting here thinking I want to re read the first three books in the gunslinger series and finish the whole series off. I stopped reading at about the third book but I am thinking I will start it all over. I am the type that gets panicky if I have less than 20 books on my shelf that I have not read.

I love scrabble. I sit here and play scrabble and my husband has to bribe me to get me off when I am doing that. I don't often win but I do love playing.


My books, my computer, my pets and my friends are often what keeps me sane. There are times when I don't know what I would do without them. My family is wonderful but they cand not help me escape every day problems the way a good book can. They cannot always find something good in me and love me unconditionally the way my dogs and cats do. My computer gives me another avenue of escape. I can go to places I've never been and talk to people who seem to understand how I feel about some things. My real friends, on-line and in real life have pulled me thru many rough times. What would I do without any of these things?

Reunions and memories...

A few days ago my sister emailed me and asked if I was going to our grade school reunion. I told her I did not know about it. Our gradeschool was closed when I was in fifth grade and I had to go to another school after that. She sent me the name of the woman who in head of the reunion and I told her I would not be able to go this year because of other plans. And it was too late for me anyway.

She wanted some of my memories of schoool but I am afraid I blocked many of my memories of grade school. It was a painful time for me since I was moved so much because of being in different foster homes. Most of the memories that kept cropping up were about summer time. Swimming in the old swimming pool and going strawberry picking with my foster mom and friends. I loved picking the berries and exploring the woods while they picked most of them.

I remember sitting on our front porch and singing or listening to the radio until past dark or playing hide and seek with my friend and her brothers while my mom made strawberry jam and talked with my friends mother.

I remember my dog cocoa and taking him on long walks before my neighbor kicked him to death and I nearly put her thru a wall. I had to be pulled off her. I hated her before that and I will dislike her until the day I die. She is long dead and if there is a hell, she is there. I know that cocoa will be with my other dogs, waiting for me, I hope.

That is not a pleasant memory but it does crop up.

I also remember my neighbor and his lovely horse, Prince. Gorgeous animal that was all white but his head, which was a rich chocolate brown. I loved that horse but no one rode him but Mr. Haig. He would not really let anyone handle him but Mr. Haig. He had a very special relationship with that man.

We had a white cat named priscilla. Or, Miss Priss, as we called her. She would go out and lay down on the road when it was warm. One day Mom decided she would be better off at a farm her friend owned. She thought she was sending her to a better place where she would be safe. That is one death I do not want to talk about. It has been almost 40 years and I still cry over that lovely cat and what that womans son did to her.

Most memories are good and I had a great childhood. But there are a few ........I think I am going to go to that reunion though. Maybe....

My pretty rhodadendron bush. Nice and full this year.

So many things, so little time and sooo confusing.....

I am getting ready for our vacation. We are going away for awhile to Detroit. My family lives there. I don't know about you but when I go on a vacation, I want to stay in a hotel rather than with the people I visit. I think I enjoy the visits more. They do not have to think they are entertaining me and rush around to get the house cleaned and everything prepared for the visit.
I just call and say I am here, let's go out to eat and do whatever we are going to do.How can I enjoy my visit if my host is too tired to do much cause she has spent the week cleaning and filling her fridge with food for us?

Now, I have a friend that I will be going out to visit next year and she insits I stay with her but I am going to have a hotel room for my girls to stay at if they chose. If we stayed at her house, it would probably just be me. She and I like to spend all night talking like the teenagers we once were when we were kids. Lots of fun....

Besides, the hotel will have a pool and the girls will not be complaining about being bored if there is a pool around. They both love the pools.

New family member, Sassy.

forever friends 2

A few days ago I told you about my friend Sassy who came to visit. I called her one of my forever friends. Well, today she became more than just my forever friend. She is now an official member of my family. Her other family was not feeding her and when I called today to tell them she was here, they pretended they did not know what I was talking about. I told them I knew it was Sassy because their mother told me it was her. Well, this ass him and hawed around a bit and I finally, said, if you do not want this dog, I will take her. He said, "Well, my wife owns her but she does not really want her." I said, "The dog is mine then." I headed off to the store and got her liscense and will make arrangements to have her taken to our vet when I take my beagle next month for their shots. This is my new family member....

Heartaches ahead, I fear.....

My daughter's best friend since 7th grade is a wonderfully talented young man that I think the world of. All through high school She had hopes that it would become more than just a friendship but I knew it would not. He is gay. I told her that and she would say, oh, mom he just acts that way. Later she found out he was gay and that was okay. He is still the kind, gentle soul he has always been. But he is getting married now and it it is not to a gay man.

His family is very religious and they do not know he is gay so he is marrying a lovely young girl. I asked my daughter if she knew about him and she said yes but she felt she could work it all out with him. She says she can change him but I don't think that will happen. I wonder if they know what kind of heartaches are ahead for them. It saddens me to think some gays still think they have to do this but all I can do is pray that things work out for them.