The Meanderings of A country housewife and mother.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Here is how I feel about it.


Burning the flag seems to have been a hot topic on some of the political chat rooms I go to and I really have to think about this subject before going on on a tangent of some sort.

I respect our flag. I fly is proudly and fly it daily out in our front yard. My husband was in the service and several of my uncles as well as my brother fought under that flag. I get teary eyed when I say the pledge of allegiance. ( I get teary-eyed over the Stars Bangled Banner too but for a different reason.*s*).

I realized that blood has been shed over that flag.

But does feeling as I do about 'Old Glory' make me a better citizen then the man or woman who burns the flag in frustration or anger over some of the things our government is doing? I may not like what they are doing. I may shake with anger and want to throttle them for doing it. But may they always have the right to do it as long as they are not bringing harm to anyone while doing it.

As long as they have that right, it means we are still living in a country that is free and we can show our displearsure at the people who run this country, in a manner that they see fit. I want to have the freedom to burn that flag if I so choose. You see, I understand why they do it. They want to shock us as much as anything. No one can really think that george bush is going to look out is window and see someone burning a flag and think, 'Oh, dear, I had better bring the men home now.'

They just want to get a reaction out of the rest of the country. They are not going to get one out of me.

Sunday, June 25, 2006



Another rainy day. I have some pics of my columbines I want to post. They are fancy columbines. My daughters paid me a surprise visit. I wish they would let me know when they are coming. I like to keep my weekends open for things hubby and I like to do but they think they can just drop in un announced. Well, we are enjoying it all anyway.

I have to take my dog to the vets this week. He has severe diahrrea and I think it is a parasite. I might get one of them to go with me.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Sick people are all around me....

Why do people feel they have to tell me everything I do not really want to know about their lives. Especially their sexlives. I do not mind discussing my sexlife with certain people. Mainly when I am joking about something or, on occasion, some of my on line friends have asked me a question and I will answer. I will do so honestly. Well, as honestly as possible without sounding crass.

But enough is enough. I had a lady today tell me her boyfriend who lives about 30 miles from here sent her a video and some beastiality was involved. I was floored. Why would she tell me this disgusting stuff? Well, as it turns out , he thinks my dog is lovely. He is lovely. But the guy wants to take pic of her having sex with my dog. The S.O.B's want to molest my dog. I told her that if I caught them near my dog, I would be screaming for the cops and scream to high heaven. That is sick. I wanted to kick her ass. I am still fuming over this. I am keeping my eye on that dog, believe me.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Cats and their special gifts


My cats love me. I know it. I knew gizmo loved me the day she gave her firsts mothers day gift.It was Mothers day and I was laying in the yard thinking of what a glorious day it was outside with the sunshine and puffy white clouds in the air. I was feeling happy and seren when I saw my cat come towards me. She stopped right at my lawn chair and dropped a huge rat right at me feet. I let out a scream, fell out of the chair and gathered myself up without tripping somehow and ran down through my yard. My husband came out wanting to know why I was screaming like a banshee and all I could do was gasp and point to my cat who was sitting there with this perplexed look on her face. The rat was racing towards the house and I screamed again and ran inside.Then there was that warm spring day that I opened the window in my bedroom and laid down for a nap only to wake up with Fuzzy, my gray cat standing on my chest with a bird in her mouth. I tried to take the bird from her and she let it go and I spent the next hour trying to get the bird out of my bedroom.Oh, and I must not forget the mouse she brought in dropped on my favorite lazy boy chair. I had to set it out on the porch for a three days before we could get the mouse out of it. Did she feel bad about it. No. She didn't care. You see, cats love you but they really expect you to let them do their thing and you are supposed to bow to them. They do not bow to you.They are not like dogs you know. Dogs come when you call. Cats say, leave a message.....

Friday, June 02, 2006

Funny how time passes

I was sitting on my couch looking at some old photos of when my kids were younger and yearning for the days they still lived here when I realized that Kris's adoption birthday will soon be here. You see, my kids get to celebrate two birthdays. The day they were born and the day they became ours. I feel that both days are important and we try to do something special on those days. Or, since they are working, on a day close to that time. She likes chinese so we may take her out to a chinese dinner and maybe a movie. We shall see.

It really does hardly seem like she is a a young lady ready to graduate from college next year. She barely resembles the skinny little girl with freckles and a mop of wild curly red hair. She was tough kid who had a tough life and they did not think she would ever amount to much of anything. They referred to her a sorta trampy and she was only a child when she came here.
She was a woman in a child's body. One that never had a childhood because she was left to care for her younger brothers and sisters and she was not old enough to take care of herself, let alone all five of them.

They did not give us much hope of her ever amounting to much. They were wrong.

I told her the time will come that if she so chooses she can go back to those people and stand before them and tell them just how wrong they were about her. Not shove it in their face but let them know the trampy little street fighter just needed someone to give her a chance to make something of her life.

I think alot of kids are like that. They are tough on the outside and hurt on the inside because no one really cares about them. All they need it a chance in life.....

Music

  • Beatles
  • Classic Rock of all kinds
  • Garth Brooks
  • Music from the sixties and seventies
  • Very old Gospel and country music
  • Vince Gill

Music

  • Classic rock

Books I love

  • Chicken Soup Series
  • Gone With the Wind
  • The Bible
  • The Shinning
  • Turning angel

About Me

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I just enjoy life. Especially my family and all the little things life has to offer. I love reading and chatting with my online friends and quilting. I always have a project started. Sometimes I have two or three going.