George bush Says............

Ladies and gentleone's. Glad ya could make it. Want ta talk to you about healthcare.

It's important. Everyone needs your health. Without it, what can you do. And with it, there are only limitations, which means you can do anything.

Some people say its not hard work. But you know how I feel about that. It is hard work. And you know I am President. What does a President do? I make decisions. I lead. I am a diversion. And I am a leader. I love that part of me. I just get up every morning and I lead.I didn’t come here today to talk about me. I came to talk about me. Your health insurance.

Right now many people think they have no health insurance, because it’s too expensive. They’re wrong. Americans want to own things. We've proven this throughout the ages. No matter what your age is. Young and old. And everyone in between. Including the baby bloomers, who are only now coming of birth.

I've developed the ownership society. That’s what I call it. Americans own more homes than they can handle. Especially, the rich are no exception, even you.

I want you to own your health. So I have decided to pick out Health Savings Accounts. These are accounts where you can put your own hard earned pennies apart and save 'em all up. When you have 'em all saved you can hand 'em right over to the docs. It's your own money. Because you own it.

Plus, the docs get a tax break on your money because they own the business. So you get a tax break. And then your money gets another tax break when the docs spend it. Then I take all the tax money you gave and I give it back to everybody. This includes you. That’s right. You. Wherever your money goes it keeps getting a tax break. When it’s all gone we give it to the Defense Department. They then fly over to Iraq and give it to the Iraqis and to Halliburton where it is spread out evenly. Iraqi truck drivers get fifty cents an hour and the Halliburton guys get $100,000 a year. That’s why the Iraqis want? Freedom and democracy? It pays better. Anyway, your money is safe with me. So sign up for a Health Saving Account and watch it grow with me.

And I have some icing on the cake for you. No one is going to escape bankruptcy. When you don’t own anything anymore we are not going to let those who do escape with anything. They have to pay back what they can, because it’s only fair. If you are sick and have nothing, then is the time to help. So help yourself to hard work. Its neighbor helping neighbor.

That’s why I’m not helping out in New Orleans. Those people just need a little encouragement and encouragement is free. So they don’t get any money. It’s like tough love or like hard luck. So you have your choice. Love or luck. Everyone wants it when they get it but don’t know it. That’s why I’m President. To figure things out like this. I like hard work and I'm your President. And I’ll work right along with you, but don’t come too close because we can work apart like Republicans or we can work alone like Liberals, so let’s separate the two for the benefit of all Americans, not like them.

And if we get too close people will talk. They’ll think we’re gay. And I’m for the sanctity of marriage, so let’s keep our distance and play it safe. Do it for the Constitution. It’s America. Not the liberals.
There is too much bi-partisanshit in Washington and we’re going to clean it up. I know all about the lobbies. The hotel lobbies are the worst. Ya just stand in the lobby and nothing ever happens, except you get to check into your room. It’s gonna stop. There are 14,000 lobbyists in Washington and I don’t know one of them. And only one. And his name isn’t Jack, as in Jack Abraham. I swear that isn’t me with him in the picture. It’s a look alike. Maybe it’s Jeb. But he helped me out in the 2000 election, so I’ll let him slide. I’m glad I came here today to level with the American people. They need to be leveled.

And don’t tell me we don’t need a level playing field. It can’t be on a hill or it will slant. For sure. So let’s level it out and all stand straight, not like on a sunken ship tilting into the wind.

This is good.

I like this crowd. Crowds are almost like alot of poeple.

The docs are hurting. All the OB/GYN docs are leaving. Some have left. The womenfolk are running after them. It can't be forever. Don't think that just because docs have three or four SUV's and a couple of homes on the beach and in the mountains that it is all fun and games for them


Lot's of people are suing the docs. Its called irrigation. If we can stop the irrigation we can stop the suits. Docs don’t need suits. They have other clothes to wear. It’s the ownership society. We need irrigation reform.

Anyone can have a Health Savings Account. All you need to do is sign up for a $10,000 deductible policy and have $5000 to open the account. So just sign up. Don't even know what you are signing because its safe as a crap shoot and you'll take it up the kazoo. It’s as easy as 1-2-3, which is like counting single digit numbers starting at 1 and ending on the button at 3. It’s called ownership. It’s America. It’s rugged. Cause I'm from Texas, even though I passed through Greenwich, CT on the way, and stopped off at Yale and Harvard to nail things down, before I decided to talk funny like this.

I want you to think I am stupid because the stupid bird gets the worm and I'm the hen in the fox house, like you. Shrewd as a nickel. And as sharp as a blunt object.


The docs are hurting'. We gotta help 'em. If all the OB/GYN docs leave town, what’s gonna happen to all the yeast infections. If you think bird flu or AIDS is a problem, ya haven’t seen yeast grow. It’s like a blob. If we have that much yeast around it will affect the beer market. Heh, heh, heh.



So hop onto the wagon with your $5000 and get a deductible for $10,000. It means you can’t get sick until you are already sick and paid up with $10,000 of your own hard earned tax free money. Its is a good deal for everyone who will never have insurance of any kind.

And don't blame it on minimum wage. Anyone can live on $5.15 an hour if they apply themselves. Its hard work. And God is behind you. All it takes is God and working 3 jobs, living in the back seat of your car, and taking those math and science courses at the local college. So gas up that car and go to college. I did. And look at me.

We don’t want anyone suing the docs. So stop it. They are pestering me. Everyone who has a yeast infection here, "raise your hand". OK. Now stop applauding. OK. Now applaud. OK. Put your hands down. There. It’s settled. Everyone wants to help the docs and get the Health Saving Account.



Everyone's hurtin' today. The drug companies too. Their drugs are triple and you get much more, that’s for sure. We're trying to get the price down. But they won’t listen. We watch them like a hawk. And they can raise the prices as much as they want but we’ll keep watching them. They can’t stop us. If you are elderly and you need prescription medications just check out my new Medicare Prescription Drug Plan Part D.? It? S called Part D because A, B, and C were already taken. So we came up with D.

If you are old don’t worry. You won’t be around long so what’s the point. And you have my plan as a backup. The drug companies charge triple what they do in Canada but we can still cut the pills into thirds. All ya need is a good eye and a sharp knife.

We have a big program in Afghanistan to open up the heroin market. It’s a success. They are now producing 90% of the world’s heroin drug traffic. It’s another American success story. And it affects our kids too. It’s good for America. We need competition. China isn’t going to take over our heroin production when we can get it directly from our friend and ally Afghanistan. Not while I’m President.

I took $12 billion away from the college student loan program. Some people say? Why? I say, Why not? Besides college kids can’t be trusted. Would you trust a college kid with $12 billion of your money. I doubt they’ll ever pay it back. We can spend it in Iraq. And in Iraq its money well spent? cause it’s for freedom and democracy, not partying in some frat house with a bunch of liberals. Christian colleges. That’s a different story. They got the faith. So we don’t tax? em.

So lets all work together on all of this. It was good to see you today as I always have. The liberals don’t understand and it not their fault. They're using hindsight, not wisdom, like my teeth. Ya can’t have 20/20 foreskin and expect to see anything in true prescription. 20/20 is 20 divided by 20 which equal 1. So what do liberals know anyway? That’s why we need more math and less science.

And God Bless America because you like to hear me say that. And why not today. You can't win an election without God. Try it. It will never fly. If you don?t say "God" people, like you, will start to think something is fishy, like I don?t like the Bible. And God was a fisherman if I remember right. He caught the Bible in the net and created good things from it. Just like I am trying to do, with the help of you, because we are all in this together.

And remember, 70 million Americans don?t have health insurance of any kind. They?re not poor either. They?re smart. Why have health insurance when you?re not sick and how sick can they be if they are still alive. If they?re alive they can work. If they can work they can work hard and do hard work. And if they can do hard work it can be for minimum wage. Hey, we can?t all be illegal Mexicans making $10 an hour. They come from far away places, like Mexico, to put bread on their table. So we can?t deny them. They?re our guests and can apply for the ?guest worker program? so they can sneak over the border and we won?t lay a glove on them. As long as they go deep into the heartland and enjoy America with the rest of Central America, China, India and wherever you come from. It?s a gravy train, so don?t miss it. Hop aboard.

So why have health insurance when you can own your own. We gotta help out the insurance CEO?s. They?re hurtin? buckaroos. They got big penguins when they retire but they can?t spend it ?till they finish with you, so let?s all help ?em, in the Spirit of New Orleans. If you want your health just vote Republican ?cause we?ll sell it to you, for a dime on the fraction, if ya know what I mean.

We?ve gotta a lot of work to do here in the heartland of America. We?ve got Multiplication Sclerosis to attack. And we have Parker Son?s Disease. That?s a downer ?cause ya shake all over. We can cure cancer in your lifetime, so live a long time so we can make it. And don?t get it or it will be over for you. AIDS too. I?m going to pay a lot of lip service to AIDS and my good friend Karl Rove told me to tell ya. I got a vision. It?s about the world. I call it the Vision of America. No one is sick. No one is poor. No one is stupid. No one is Black. And we are all happy about it. OK. You can stop applauding. Even that soldier with the one arm. Heh, heh, heh.

Some people look at other people and say, ?What da F**k?. I look at people and say, ?F**k ?em?.

America can do better. That?s why I?m here. We can do better. Look at me.

I already came up with a cure for the Bird Flu. Don?t touch any birds. That?s it. Case closed.


Did ya notice the evildoers are gone. I haven?t mentioned ?em since a while because I don?t want to scare you until it?s time. I traveled up on the pile of rubble and with the bullhorn said, ?Let?s get da folks who knocked da buildings down?. And did we get them. Not on your life. Why kill the goose that is laying the gander. They can lead us to others. And those others will lead us to still others. And then even more. Kind of like how Mary Kay Cosmetics works. So if ya know a terrorist don?t turn him in. Just follow him. And let me know. Dial 1-800-Hi.It?s Me I?m At The White House, and then leave a message. My secret code is #2. That will get ya right ta me.



So I?m inviting all Americans to climb the pile of rubble with me. Bring your bullhorn and we?ll hug a fireman together. I wish I was at the World Trade Center on 9/11 ?cause I would have jumped too. It was hot. And it was high. And I would have been right there behind you, health insurance or no health insurance. They?re all fallen heroes. And they fell a long way to prove it. But we can only go up from here. And we will, ?cause this is America. Freedom and democracy are on the march in Iraq. And so are the pink elephants. Heh, heh, heh. Hey, if ya can?t laugh at least ya can cry.

Did we know 9/11 was going to happen? You bet your bottom dollar. And I can prove it. Condi told me she had a memo that said they were comin? with planes and they will fly into our buildings. And they flew in. I knew it. I said to her, ?Holy Shit?. So we went on vacation ?cause it?s stressful knowin? stuff like that. So you?re either with me, or I?m against you, as they say. And it happened. Just like that. Poooof. It?s nice being right but ya don?t want to get caught at it too many times.


Don?t listen to the Liberals because they know what they are talkin? about and that?s the last thing we need right now. We need to shoot from the hip because we?re not going to hit anything anyway. So why aim our sights on anything. It?s fruitfuless.

The liberals will just take us down the path to sanity. Is that what you want? No. I didn?t think so. We?ve been down the path of sanity before. Did it work out? You bet your bottom dollar it did. So why do it. They only have solutions. They never have any problems. America isn?t like that. We always go for the goal. And after the goal we go for the neck..

I?ve been your President for five odd years now, or thereabouts. And remember what I said before I said all this. I?m not a divider. I?m a tire. When I took over this nation it was one. But I made it diverse. I brought it together into many. Some will tell you I can?t divide. But I can. I?m a tire. Tires bridge people together into a single string. I?m the bridge and you?re the string. End of discussion.

All the liberals want to do is complain and have peace and balance the budget, and have prosperous times. We can do better than that. We can have our cake and eat me too. Better to spend a dollar now than have a dime saved in the future when inflation deflates it into a nickel. They can chew on that.

Liberals want to redefine marriage. I believe marriage is between a man and a woman. Marriage is like a coin. You have two sides: heads and tails. That?s marriage. Men are the heads and women are the tails. So let?s flip the coin. There. See. It came up heads. Now I?ll flip it again. Whoops. It came up heads again. It?s suppose to come up tails. It tried this at home and it worked there. Anyway, don?t be a one-sided coin. God started marriage. Why screw it up now. Marriage goes back millions of years, before evolution. That?s my stand.

If my son was gay I?d still love him. But I wouldn?t shake his hand. Everyone?s gotta draw the line somewhere. Someone in my office has a lesbian daughter. I?ve never met a lesbian who wasn?t a daughter. So how bad can it be. It?s Dick Cheney. Sen. Kerry let that cat out of the bag, so I didn?t say it first. Nuff said.

Let’s talk about cloning. Cloning destroys life. If there was two of you it would destroy life. I’m for life. Clones are against life. Don’t be a clone. Be regular. Clones are like gays. It’s not normal. So let’s not do it. If God wanted more than one person he would have created more. God didn’t want clones around. It’s too many. It’s almost two of the same person. It’s like looking in a mirror, so don’t. People are different so we might as well keep them the same. That’s why I’m not a divider. I’m a tire. And remember your one times table. One times one equals two. If we go beyond that we are in unchartered territory. Clones. So let’s move on together, as one.

As you know, me and my bride, Laura had twins. We only had sex once but two people popped out. Figure that one out. Anyway, twins are not clones. My twins don’t even look alike so they are two different people. Some twins look alike. That’s called identical. That’s not clones. So don’t confuse the two or you’ll never tell them apart. Clones are separate. They are two different people. Twins are identical. So they are not. Let’s move on so we can discuss a lot more and wrap this up in its entirety.


Americans are the most conductive workers in the world. It’s called conductivity. High is good. Low is bad. So just remember that. Ford just laid a lot of people. Some say 30,000 people got laid. Some say more. As the amount of people go down, conductivity goes up. Before Ford became a car he was a person and he was very conductive because he had no people. He didn’t even have his assembly line or mass conduction. Then he started hiring people. Things went downhill. And he started the famous Ford assembly line. Conductivity started going down. And people started buying lots of cars so he hired more people. It got worse and worse. Every time he hired more people, he sold more cars. He wasn’t a good businessman, like me.



So where did Ford end up. Down, that’s were. But he smartened up; or smartened down, always in the right direction. Now he’s doing fine. Laying off lots of people. Sending ?em to China, India, and Indiana. Overseas. Ford has a long way to go before it becomes conductive again. It still has 130,000 employees that have to get laid and then that will be the last of it. We can’t compete with China. They have over one billion Chinese. We only have a few and they live in Chinatown. Some of them are software programmers and the rest deliver food. How can we compete with that? It’s easy. And we’ll never do it. It’s hard work. We can do it. So hop on the board. With me. Your President. I’ve got it all figured out. If you can’t trust your President who can you trust him for? Tell me that.

How many people here today are liberals? None. Good. They wouldn’t let you in if you were. Heh, heh, heh.



So just sit back and enjoy the ride cause I'm safe and the more you like me, the safer I get.And God Bless America. Because He has the time. And I can’t do all the work. I’m only the Preznit.

Tomatoes anyone?

I am up to my armpits and tomatoes. The sauce is boiling and smells so good but there are more of them out there. We have had a great year for the garden. Seemed to have rained at the right time.

I wanted to show you some more pics of my flowers and one of my favorite trees. I love trees, especially this ash tree in our front yard.

Why?????

I feel rather sad today. Not because of anything that has happened to me. I have had a great summer. My girls are doing okay. My husband and I are both healthy and so is my mil. But all around me people are suffering. One friend just lost her two sons. Another lost her mother, one lost her grandmother and several others have loved ones or family members in dire health. I feel helpless as I do not know what to say to them. I do not think that God causes these things but what do you say when someone is suffering and they want to know why their loved ones are being punished. I look at my friend who is a wonderful christain and wonder why she lost her two sons the way she did. Another friend lost two children to suicides and one had cancer. I asked myself hundreds of times why this had to happen to that gentle, kind woman who never harmed anyone.

A young online friend contacted me and told me his grandmother died suddenly. She was 96 and died in her family home surrounded by those who love her. Why can't we all die that way?

Sometimes I am angry with God but most of the time I just do not understand why.

such a tragedy

Sunday morning we found out that two brothers we know were killed in such a freakish way. Scary how it all came down.

2 brothers die in crashes

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By Brian C. RittmeyerTRIBUNE-REVIEWMonday, August 7, 2006
Two Butler County brothers who loved to spend time with each other were killed in separate motorcycle crashes about 100 feet and 90 minutes apart.
Steven Kerr, 37, of West Sunbury, was fatally injured Saturday when he crashed into a sign, police said. Upon hearing of the crash, Jeremy Kerr, 29, of Venango, sped toward the scene to try to help but crashed into the back of vehicle stopped in traffic because of the first wreck.
Jeremy Kerr had the 2004 Suzuki, his first motorcycle, for only a couple of weeks, said his brother, Randy Kerr, 39, of Venango Township, Butler County. Steven Kerr had been riding for a few months after buying his motorcycle this spring.
"They really loved to go out and ride together," said Randy Kerr, whose family includes two other brothers and a sister. Steven Kerr "loved to spend time with Jeremy. They clicked together."

Randy Kerr said his brothers went riding together Saturday afternoon but somehow became separated.
State police said Steven Kerr left the road on his 2000 Kawasaki motorcycle and hit a speed limit sign about 8:55 p.m. as he traveled north of Route 38 in Center. It was unclear if he was wearing a helmet.
"Jeremy found out about it, and he went racing to the scene of the accident to see if he could help his brother," Randy Kerr said.
State police said Jeremy Kerr was speeding and not wearing a helmet when he crashed into the rear of a minivan around 10:30 p.m.
"He died 100 feet from where my other brother died, in traffic that was sitting and waiting because of the first accident," Randy Kerr said.
The driver of the van, Veronica M. Smith, 25, and her passenger, Donna Smith, no age given, both of North Washington, had minor injuries.
Randy Kerr said Jeremy was buying his motorcycle from Steven, who had received it in a will from a friend who died in a crash on the same bike.
"I don't know why Steve crashed. Jeremy's crash was just ... because he didn't understand motorcycles. He didn't know what he was doing," Randy Kerr said.
Steven Kerr was married and owned a general contracting business. Jeremy Kerr was divorced, the father of two girls, ages 9 and 5, and a union block layer. Both had served in the military -- Jeremy Kerr in the Navy, Steven Kerr in the Army.
Randy Kerr said Steven was a hard worker, and Jeremy was an avid weightlifter who loved his children.
"They were just great guys," Randy Kerr said. "They were the best brothers a brother could ever have. If you ever needed them to help you, they were there. We loved each other, and we were there for each other."
A fund to help Jeremy Kerr's daughters has been established at Farmers National Bank in Eau Claire, Butler County, in the name of his mother, Nancy Kerr.



The motorcyle the one rode was involved in a wreck in june and a guy was killed on it.


It is such a great family and my heart bleeds for all of them. The Two little girls are dolls. I hurt for all of them......

Much to my surprise

I came on today and found my pic of taters had been deleted from my photbucket album. I guess my daughter did it. So that is why you will not see it on the blog here. I was going to look for another one but have decided to let it just pass. I know what he looked like and do not have to have a pic up there to remind me. He was my special kitty and I will try to make this one a special one for Kris.

Back again....

I have not been in for awhile because my daughter has spent most of the time on the computer while she was here and I did not get much computer time. Only later at night but again I got my email done, I was ready for bed.

While I still mourn the loss of our pet, we have a minor miracle of sorts. This is a feral cat that is the short haired version of one of our other cats and my daughter always said she would love a short haired version of Ronnie. Hubby and I have decided to tame this one for her. Any hints will be welcome. I have not named it as I do not want to bond with it or have it bond with me. We cannot get much more than a few feet from where it is til it bolts on us.

We think it is female and we are going to take it to our vet and have him look at it. Well, I have some blogs to visit so will be back tomorrow.

We almost lost him....

We almost lost this one. My daughter wanted to get him neutered and we agreed becuase it is part of being a responsible pet owner. Well she took him in on a wednesday and I went up thrusday to see how he was doing. I looked around and he did not come running to me. I ask where Taters was and she said, "Did you come to see me or the Cat?" I said the cat and she told me he was still at the vets. I asked why.

She started to cry and told me he had a reaction to the anesthic and they did not know if he was going to live or not. When we went to see him he would not awaken and we tried to get him to stand but he was like a limp rag. He was there a week and it ended up costing alot more than we had planned but he is such a sweety and my daughter loves him so.

Now he is afraid though. Each time she opens the door, he runs and hides. He will stay hidden too for quite some time. We have to coax him out but I hope he gets over this.

Posies

I am bored tonight and could not think of anything to do so I uploaded the pics of some of my posies. The top one is of my day lilies and the bottom one is where I was playing around the other night and took one of some sun flowers by my back porch when it was dark. I liked the way this one turned out.

Is it just me?

I picked up the paper this morning and saw where Isreal bombed the beirut airport and I thought what the hell are they doing? More of our soldiers were killed. Others were accused of rape and murder of an entire family. North Korea is lobbing bombs towards Japan and perhaps our western coast if it would reach that far. Do these people have any clue as to the amount of pain, sorrow and suffering they are causing?

And, I mean the man in the white house when I say 'these people'. He is causing much pain and sorrow through out the world by his actions.

That is why I wonder if it is just me who is afraid to read the news any more? I purposely refuse to listen to some of our news cause it is all so bad it seems. Children killing children, rape, murder and a war that seems to be a never ending conflict as well as our own little war in iraq.

Sometimes I feel like the whole world has gone crazy and I am one of the few sane ones left in it.

Why does anyone have to kill for any reason? It is just pointless to me. Some might think the end justifys the means but I it seems to me like there is no end of men wanting to kill other men just because they want to be king of the mountain. How many of you remember that childhood game where someone goes on top of the mountain so to speak and he stays there til someone pulls him off. If no one pulls him off he is declared king. Some of these world leaders remind me of young boys playing that game.

Is it a flower?

Last year I had a weed growing in my flower garden. Not just any weed but one that was huge. I marched right out there and yanked it out. My husband came home and started screaming about me pulling his flower out. I said it is not a flower, it is a damned weed. "It's a flower. If if comes up again let it go." Well I looked out this year and saw this thing growing in my garden again. My husband glared at me and said don't touch that flower. "It's a weed, " I hissed. "It's a flower," he said.

I asked my friend who knows about flowers. Was she any help. She says 'It is a thistle." I said, 'It's a weed." She said, "Well, it all depends on how you look at it. I would leave in the garden with the flowers cause when it blooms, that weed will draw in all kinds of butterflies and hummingbirds."

So the weed will stay. I guess flowers, like beauty is all in the eye of the beholder. *s*

34 years

Hubby and I celebrated our anniversary by going to dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant then to see the movie Cars. It was a cute movie but not one you think you would like to spend your anniversary watching but we enjoyed it.

Funny, the night I met him, I did not think I would marry him. We had what you call a whirlwind relationship. We dated five months and he proposed then we got married three months later. Who would have thunk it would have lasted this long. I mean, he is a virgo and I am an aries and every thing about us is opposite.

He is a neatnik and I am laid back and like the 'lived in' look. He is a day person, up at dawn most days and I am a night person. He is trim and I am not. He is not exactly skinny but he is smaller than me. I believe we are together because we both had to learn to compromise. We both stopped trying to change each other years ago and just accepted the fact that we married someone we could not change and it was either adjust or drive each other crazy. Love won over and we have been happily married for 34 years but it takes work and compromising on both sides.

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.

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.

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.

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.....

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.....

A wonderful memorial day

I think this past memorial day was one of the best ones I have had in a long time. All of our family was together and for once theire was no bickering and fighting. I think as we are getting older, we are realizing how silly all that was at one time. Our mother in law is aging and we are all trying to make what might be her last holidays with us, enjoyable ones.

I do have some pics of my tulips I wanted to share with you.

4 wheeler vent

A business near us had to shut down and put 6 people and the owner out of work. Oh, it iwas a small business and some people might find it no great loss because of the number of people put out of work, not to mention a good man having his life ruined because some kids decided to ride a four wheeler on his propet and one of them wrecked and was severly hurt.The girls parents decided to sue for a large amount of money. They sued and won such a large amount, the man decided he could no longer operate his business because he money she won, wiped him out. He had signs up but there is little that can be done even if the signs asking them to stay off are there. I don't know if he could have won if he let it go to court or not but I would have taken them to court had it been me.

I was told by a state trooper that if they come onto my property I was to take their keys and ask them to walk off the property then call the cops to report them. They would make them remove the four wheelers.

I am not anti four wheelers but I do think they should not be on my property unless I give them permission. And I should not be responsible for what happens to them when they are on their without my permission. I was always taught to respect other people's property and not to do anything on their property without asking permission.


With all the deaths being caused by these things, I have to wonder why there is not more outrage over the kids being killed on them. Some that are killed on them are ten and under. That is way to young for kids to be driving them, I don't care where they are driving them. There should be an age limit and they should be liscensed. Those kids that were almost killed were thirteen and fourteen. I feel sorry for the kids that are hurt and many whose lives are ruined because to their injuries or they have to live with the fact they lost a loved one because their parents allowed them to ride four wheelers without an adult around to supervise. My friend lost a twelve year old son to such an accident. He was driving and it flipped over, killing him. While I sympathized with her, I wanted to grab her and scream, 'He was twelve! Why in the hell was he driving that thing? Couldn't you say no to him once?" He always got what he wanted to so he got a fourwheeler for his birthday.......

I had to stop and save this for awhile because I get bent out of shape and so frustrated when I think of how lax the laws are where these dangerous machines are concerned.

If you own a four wheeler, please treat it with the same respect you would a car and do not let young kids ride them unsupervised. Before riding it on someone else's property, please ask. If they say no, move on.....

I had a very good day to day. My youngest is moving out and we decided to give her our couch. It was the one we had in the family room in the basement. We had two couches, on chair and a day bed there. I decided to make her room into a sewing room so I am bringing the day bed up there tomorrow. I want to fix it up so I can sit there and quilt while watching some of my shows. I have been tearing it all out and moving stuff in. I felt kinda sad about it all but she must move on. I did not want anyone holding me back from life and I will not do that to her.

I cried while hubby and I moved the stuff but had my tears dried when I got to her apartment. It was a nice visit with her and she is coming tomorrow. She has her cat, taters with her. Yes, I parted with taters and was so worried about how he would relate to her roomies cat and they are like the best buddies. I was happy for both the cat and my daughter. Sounds weird, I know but that is how I felt.


All and all, it was good day. :)

Lost Arts....

Recently I made my daughter a quilt. She took it to college and showed to some of her friends. They thought she bought it from the amish. When she told them I made it they were amazed. They could not believe someone made that by hand unless they did it for a career. I never liked to think of myself as an artist but the quilts I make are my own designs. I do not follow anyone's pattern. Most are quilted by hand, not machineTherefore, her art teacher told her I am an artist working on a type of lost art.

I think there is something sad about the fact that so many things that we once did for enjoyment or necessity have now become a lost art.

Jelly making is what I talked about in a previous post. It too, has been on the list of lost arts. So is canning. It is so much easier go to store and pick things up. But it is better for us? At least with canning or making your own jelly, you know what is going into the food you eat. You don't know that when you walk into walmarts and pick up some chicken, exactly what that chicken ha been fed and I think that is a great problem today.

There are other lost arts fading away and someday we will wake up and realize just how special it was to know how to do those things.

Jelly

Recently I was talking to some young women and they were wondering how in the world anyone would make jelly. Now these are bright young women and I like them alot so I tried to be very patient and explain to them how one makes jelly. Two of them seemed impressed but one said she would never eat jelly again.

I know women have to work and they do not have the time to make things at home like they once did and I understand that. I also feel a little bit sad when I realize how much they are misssing out by not knowing some of these things or sharing that time with their mom doing it. Some of my best memories are of picking strawberries in the summer, or other types of berries and helping my foster mom pour the hot jelly into jars while we listened to the latest tunes on the radio or she talked about life on the farm as she grew up. She made it fun and made some great memories for me to look back on now.

I have made every kind of jelly imaginable. Rose Jelly, violet jelly, dandelion jelly. All kinds of berry preserves and jellies.

Oh, I have some jello out there....maybe I could make some jelly out of it? *s*

Okay, so I bargained with God.....

I stood out on my front porch and surveyed the soggy mess that is my front yard then looked to the heavens and said, 'Please God, send this rain to Arizona or some other place that needs this rain. We don't need it any more.' Did he listen? No. It is still raining. *sigh* I tried to think of all the things I could tell God, I would do if he would agree to do this but I am such a good girl, there is no way I could improve upon myself. *s* So I guess we are stuck with the rain til it moves out of here. A month or two I will be complianing cause there is no rain so I think I shold just decide to be satisfied with what we get.

How depressing

It know it should be a great mothers day and all that but my husband had to get out some pics to show us that he took of my daughter and I falling asleep on the couch. She was on one end of our reclining couch and I was on the other. The depressing thing was, when I saw my pic, I did not see me but I saw my mother lying there with her mouth open, snoring. When did I turn into my mother?

I was once beautiful, young and had a figure that made men turn their heads. Now, I am nothing more than an embodiement of my mother. How sad is that???:(

Attention Dog owners...cats too if they are like one of mine and not picky

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> Over the weekend the doting owner of two young lab mixes purchased Cocoa
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> and it was advertised to keep cats away from their garden. Their dog
> Calypso, decided that the mulch smelled good enough to eat and devoured a
> large helping. She vomited a few times which was typical when she eats
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Another vent

A business near us had to shut down and put 6 people and the owner out of work. Oh, it iwas a small business and some people might find it no great loss because of the number of people put out of work, not to mention a good man having his life ruined because some kids decided to ride a four wheeler on his propet and one of them wrecked and was severly hurt.

The girls parents decided to sue for a large amount of money. They sued and won such a large amount, the man decided he could no longer operate his business because he money she won, wiped him out. He had signs up but there is little that can be done even if the signs asking them to stay off are there. I don't know if he could have won if he let it go to court or not but I would have taken them to court had it been me.

I was told by a state trooper that if they come onto my property I was to take their keys and ask them to walk off the property then call the cops to report them. They would make them remove the four wheelers.

I am not anti four wheelers but I do think they should not be on my property unless I give them permission. And I should not be responsible for what happens to them when they are on their without my permission. I was always taught to respect other people's property and not to do anything on their property without asking permission.

With all the deaths being caused by these things, I have to wonder why there is not more outrage over the kids being killed on them. Some that are killed on them are ten and under. That is way to young for kids to be driving them, I don't care where they are driving them. There should be an age limit and they should be liscensed. Those kids that were almost killed were thirteen and fourteen.


I feel sorry for the kids that are hurt and many whose lives are ruined because to their injuries or they have to live with the fact they lost a loved one because their parents allowed them to ride four wheelers without an adult around to supervise. My friend lost a twelve year old son to such an accident. He was driving and it flipped over, killing him. While I sympathized with her, I wanted to grab her and scream, 'He was twelve! Why in the hell was he driving that thing? Couldn't you say no to him once?" He always got what he wanted to so he got a fourwheeler for his birthday.......

I had to stop and save this for awhile because I get bent out of shape and so frustrated when I think of how lax the laws are where these dangerous machines are concerned.


If you own a four wheeler, please treat it with the same respect you would a car and do not let young kids ride them unsupervised. Before riding it on someone else's property, please ask. If they say no, move on.....

Myspace rant....

I heard again on the news about a child preditor picking up young girls on myspace. The tone of the news commentor sorta ticked me off cause it was like he was blaming the myspace owners for all the perverts picking up kids on there.

I have an account on myspace. I do not go there often but there is a friend who is on there and she keeps in touch with me that way. I have seen some of the blogs written by the young kids on there. The language is atrocious. They make it plain why they are on there. There are pics of very scantily clad girls in provocative clothing. Young girls, not young women. Some are only 12, maybe, 13 years old.

My first thought when I saw some of them was, where are their parents? Why are their parents allowing them to post such filth and in many cases they had their full name and address. It would not be hard for a pedophile to find them.

My daughters both have myspace accounts. I never allowed them to post their pics up there until they were adults then they could do it if they wished. Our computer Was always in the main part of the house while they were young. I could see what they were posting and how when I walked by and they never knew when I was going to walk by. They did not have computers in their rooms til they were over 18.

So why blame myspace when these girls disappear? I think the ones to blame are the men who trick them and take advantage of them and the parents who do not control what their kids are doing on a computer. I do not think the kids are at fault as they are too young to realize the danger they are putting themselves in when they put so much out there on the net.

If the parents have done all they could to prevent it, then the blame lies solely on the pervert who did it. Not myspace.

Friday..........

My daughter called late, very late last night. She was imbibing. Sharing the bubbly with some friends. She was feeling very tipsy and talking to me. I just asked her if she was driving and she said no, she was at her friends house and they were staying over. We talked for awhile and I thought some of the stuff she was saying was goofy but that was okay. I have always kept the phone lines open for my kids. Always. I could call my mom any time of the day or night and that is what I miss about not having her. She is not here for me to call at 1 in the morning if I so chose and talk to her or cry on her shoulder as I often did.

My husband was so mad at her for calling and mad at me for not chastizing her for calling while she was drinking. I told him that my phone lines and doors would always be open to my kids no matter what time of the day or night it is. Drunk or sober. She is normally a very responsilbe young woman who is doing very well in school and holding down two jobs. I have only known her to be drunk a few times and I often look back and think of what I was like at 22 and I was no way near as responsible as she is.

I think our kids have to feel they can talk to us about things or we will lose them. Or, their trust in us and when they are young adults, they often need us as much as they did when they were teens. Just in a different way.

I do not want to shove them out the door or make them feel as though they cannot talk to me. I will never do that either.

getting tired of this...

For some reason my blog will not publish. I keep trying and none of the ones for may first are coming up. I will try to republish the blog, I guess. My gripe right now is contacting blogger to try and find out why things are not working. I think they should have a button on the page where it says contact us but they don't. I did find the page in blogger help though.

He is leaving...

Some time ago my eldest daughter called to tell me about this woman who was going to drown her one kitten if she could not find a home for it. I wanted to kill the woman but my daughter wanted the cat so I took him. But my daughter moved out to a place where she cannot have a cat when the kitten was very young. I made up my mind to keep him til I found a home for him. A good home. Well, I found a home for taters and he is leaving next week. *sniff* My youngest and her roommates want him. I would keep him but I have three others and the one does not like Tater Tots. But he is going to a great home.......

It is not that I have not been around...

Oh, I have been around. In and out checking other people's blog but not my own. You see I have an enemy that shows up every year at this time... It is called pollen and the graft shows what it is like in our area this time of the year. It is one of the worst springs ever for it. 11.0 is about as high as you can go. My head aches, my eyes itch, my nose runs and I am am miserable most of the time right now cause of this nasty bugger. Pollen levels between 8.1 and 12.0 tend to affect most individuals who suffer from the pollen types of the season. Symptoms may become more severe during days with high pollen levels. It has been running like this for about three weeks. I would like to see some relief. *snif* but it does not look likely that will happen.

I am hating spring this year. I do not like hating spring. I am supposed to be happy and cheerful that the winter is gone. Thank god For benedryl and the eye drops my dr. gave me.

holidays

Why are holidays never what I expect them to be? I love the idea of getting together with my family and all and look forward to it so much but it seems as though there is always someone who wants to mess it all up. There is always some family member who wants to throw a wrench into the whole deal. Somebody wants to fight because things are not going their way or they do not want someone at the dinner cause they are not speaking to them.

And of course they try and pull me in on it but I am refusing to allow myself to be pulled in. I will not do it. I will not tell certain relatives they have to stay away. I love them all and do not want all this stuff going on. I have heard of it happening in other families but did not think it would happen in mine. But it has and it is sad.....

Does anyone know..........

Where I have put half the stuff in my house? We have been putting tile down in the kitchen and I have been moving stuff around and redoing things and I have managed to lose quite a bit of stufff. I cannot find either of my digital cameras and my manual for my samsung maxima 105 is long gone and I am angry. So angry at myself I am spitting nails. I have no clue where anything is. I have the worst habit of putting things away so I will know where I can find them and not being able to find them. Grrr...................

a woman's poem

I dread the day my husband retires. Mainly because I do not want him under my feet all the time telling me the things he feels I should know about housekeeping. He has been starting to do that alot lately when it is cold out and he cannot get out for his walks in the woods or the work he does outside. I do not sweep the floor right. I do not set the table right. I do not dust right. Most of the time I ignore him but it can be damned irritating. My friend sent me this poem...

He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

My biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right

He didn't like the stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and smacked him...
Like his Mother used to do.

Today

Daughter called and told me to look out my back door. I did and this is what I saw. I love rainbows. I ran for my camera and hung on her without even thinking about it.

hubby is sick

Hubby has a back ache today. He is one of those kinds who never wants to go the the doctor.He just wants to sit and suffer it out. I hear women say all the time their husbands are whiners and complainers when they are sick but he is not like that at all. He just gets very quiet and never wants anyone to make a fuss over him.. He has always been like that but he does not want to go to the doctors when he should either.

He says he just pulled a muscle but I told him if it did not get better tomorrow he should go to the dr. I hope he is feeling better.

My friend....

Over twenty years ago I began penpalling with a woman In Illinois. I never dreamed when I picked up that pen and started writing, I would start a friendship that would last a life time.

We wrote for several years before she came to visit me. I had been warned that I did not know her and god only knows what kind of people you meet by just writing to them. Right? Still, we met and instantly liked each other. This woman and I have been through marriages, deaths, and all of life's travails togehter. She helped me thru my grief of losing my mother and I helped her with hers when she lost her son to s drug over dose. She celebrated with me with each child I adopted and I celebrated her marriage to her life mate of 18 years. When I have a problem, I just have to pick of the phone and I have an understanding friend on the phone.

My life has been enriched by knowing her so when I hear people warning others about meeting strangers on the net, I think of the warnings I got when I first talked of meeting her. I would never dissuade anyone from meeting a potential friend but I will give some hints on what to do for your own safety.

1. Never meet them alone that first time. Always take a friend with you.
2. Do not meet them in a secluded place or in your home. Meet them in a restaruant and if the situataion does not feel right, get up and leave.
3, Carry a cell phone with you. When I met with her, it was at a restaurant. She had a friend with her and I had my husband with me.

I would not trade my experience with her for anything. I was one of the lucky ones and I hope that if you ever do decide to meet with someone you have been chatting with on the net, you are careful and you find a friend like Bonnie B. She is fantastic.

I think of things to blog about at the weirdest times. Today we were on our way back from visiting our daughter when the Dixie chicks song, Traveling Soldier came on. This song was written before the little faux pas over voicing their opinion about 'Bush.

-"Travelin' Soldier"
Two days past eighteenHe was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't careI got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
Chorus:
I criedNever gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming homeSo the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
[Chorus]

One Friday night at a football gameThe Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

[Chorus][Chorus]

These women were never against the soldiers, yet they were demonized by the press and the country music stations. These same country music stations that refuse to play their music will play the ones by Toby keith and others who are making money off this war. These women were against Bush and the idea that war solves our problems. I applaud them.

I am not against the soldiers. I am against the leader who sends them to such a war.

and this is how my day began.........

It started out like any other day. One of those days where nothing was going to happen. My daughter and I were going to go for a day of shopping and let me tell you, I am not a shopper. I have been doing far too much of it for my liking so I just would have rather crawled back in bed and pulled my covers over my head but my daughter loves these shopping excusions and I try to please her. We were tooling down the road about fifteen miles from home when she discovered she left her liscense at home. She informed me would drive the rest of the way without them but I said no we would go back after them.

We drove back and ripped the house apart trying to find her liscense. It was not here but a very irate husband was. We had awakened him from his nap that he takes when he is on the midnight shift and he was not a happy camper. Preceded to lecture our daughter on her forgetfulness when it comes to such things as her liscense. Alot of good that did. Right?

Turns out my dauthgers liscense was at her friends house about a hundred miles away. She needed it for her job so we made a day of circling this area of the state. Hubby drove us in to do our shopping cause she needed art supplies for her classes. Then drove up to her friends places. A lovely drive. Then we went to an Italian restaurant where the served the best shrimp scampi I have ever tasted. All in all it was a great day and I am tired. I am just too old for all this runnign around....lol

It is still funny

A friend sent me this...I am sending cause I often thought of doing something like this and the thought of doing it makes me chuckle....Anger Management
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know. Take it out on someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying "Hello."I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear, "Get the right ****ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.
When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.When Caller, ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop.So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telstra. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?""Yes, it is," he said.
"Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. "Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Boulevard, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front.""What's your name?" I asked."My name is Don Hansen," he said."When's a good time to catch you, Don?""I'm home every evening after five.""Listen, Don, can I tell you something?""Yes.""Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. Then I came up with an idea.
I called Asshole #1.
"Hello." "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me." I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen." "
Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Boulevard, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hello, asshole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I asked.
"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Boulevard, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down on Mowbray Boulevard, in Vaucluse. I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew. NOW I feel much better.

Anger management really works.

Daughters, Beware of my curse. It may come true.

My daughters both had to have cell phones. They gave me all the pros and cons of life with a cell phone and compared it to life without a cell phone. For me, life without a cellphone meant I would not have to pay their cellphone bills. For them, it meant they would not be able to call their friends every five minutes to see what they are up to. I knew this but their selling techinque was to tell me that I would be able to talk to them when I needed to hear their sweet voices and they would pay the cell phone bill.

So why am I looking at a 180 dollars in phone bills and two daughters who will not return phone calls unless they want money or want me to do something for them? They say, 'But mom, I was going to call you but I got busy.' Or, 'Mom, janie's phone was not working and I loaned her mine for a few days.' (I felt my temperature rise at that one.)

Okay, I say, I am going to have the phones shut off tomorrow.' But mom they wail, how are we going to be able to talk to you or call you in an emergency? How are you going to call us."

I felt like telling them to use morse code but I just glared and gave them the same Mother's curse my mom gave me. I shook my finger at them and said, "Some day you are going to have kids that act just like you and I hope I am around to see it."

Bewtitched, Bothered and Bewildered

Nothing moves me as much a music does. I think it really does soothe the soul if it is the right kind of music. It all depends on the mood I am in as to what kind of music moves me.

Right now I am listening to something I never thought I would actually enjoy listening to and that is music from the forties and early fifties. For some reason I decided to order a set of cds Rod Stewart put out Called American Songbook and there are five volumes I think. I two of them.

I guess I ordered them because the songs were songs my foster sisters listened to when I was younger. And as I listen to them now, I think of the long summer walks we had. The talks they gave me about life, love and men in general. The giggles as they shared some of their experiences with me. It was during those times they treated me like a real sister and I could pretend I was their sister. Happy times for me.

Sometimes I play country music and think of my biological mother and all the good times we shared once I got to know her as a good friend. We would listen to Dolly and Porter as she shared her thoughts on life with me. Then we would visit my aunt who taught me to crochet and we would crocehet and and listen to country music for hours while she told me about my biological family and many of the things you all grew up hearing, I was hearing for the first time in my life. It was comforting to me to realize I could look at her and my biological Mom and see someone who resembles me. Good times for me.

My foster mom was very religious and only gospel music came from her finger tips as she played 'I'll fly Away' or 'Amazing Grace'.

So the next time you are blue or feeling like the world is closing in on you, just turn the world off and listen to the sound of whatever music moves you. If you really let it, it can take you away to another time.

Respect for the elderly...

I heard a woman tell her son how he should show nothing but respect for the older generation. I agree with this woman and taught my kids to always respect those who are older then they are but I often wonder if the older generation always deserves their respect at all times.

I am out and among older people and I often hear them say nothing but nasty stuff about this younger generation. They are rude to the kids. They yell at them and call them names. They talk about how stupid todays kids are all the time and how they had to work so much harder than the kids of today.

Yes many of the elderly had it tough. But so do many of the teens of today. While they are belittling the young ones who was being the lazy layabouts some call them, they are forgetting the millions of teens who get up and go to school or college for the day then go to a job that helps pay their way thru school or for whatever things they might need in life and I have seen kids go out of their way to be respectful of adults only to be sworn at or called names for the silliest reasons. They often feel they have the right to push kids aside and be first in line and such things simply because they are older. I have seen some even elbow smaller kids out the way when walking. It's as though they are shoving them aside and saying, 'get out of the way.' Instead of quietly saying, 'excuse me, please.'

Not only are the physical about it at time but you always have those little old women who like to sit and gossip about the younger generation.

I think that so many forget what it is to be young . Not long ago I heard a woman belittle a young woman who was pregnant. Appareantly this woman forgot that she was in the same vote several years ago and people were talking about her. I just looked at the woman and said, 'well, some of us should not talk.' She did not know what to say but there are countless times I have seen that happen and have wondered if these women think we have all forgotten what happened when we were that age.

I was raised by an elderly person. She was wonderful and knew how to relate to people of all ages and one of the first things learned from her was to show respect for others. Not just elders but for people in general and it seems to me that we are lacking that in todays world so we, as part of the older genearation should show our young people what many of us were taught. Show them respect when they deserve and when they make a mistake, teach them that it is alright to do so without belittling them.

I tell old and young alike, if they want respect they have to earn it.

3 A.M.

I would like to do a long blog again but it is too early in the morning for my brain to function so I doubt this will be as long.

My daughter and her gay brigade may come home this weekend. She is in college and she does not have a boyfriend at this time but she has several gay male friends who make sure she is safe and has a date if she feels the need to go out to a movie or something. Her college has had a rape and a couple of killings on it so her friends tell her to call them if she wants to go across campus or out for an evening and no one will mess with her. She was out the other night and called Mike to walk back to her room with her. Now, Mike is not a wussy gay man. He is short but built like a bull and can beat the crap out of just about anyone. He works out all the time and she feels safe with Mike and some of his friends.

My husband was a little concerned about this cause people are calling her a fag-hag but I was called that, or something similiar when I was young too. I guess I am an old fag-hag. I have some great male friends that are gay so I I guess she is taking that after me.

I like it when her friends come with her. They are great guys and they love my cookies.

Now some may think my daughter is lesbian and one person even asked me that cause of all the gay men she hangs out with. I said, no she isn't but it would not matter to me cause I would love her any way. She is mine!' Gay or straight. I told her about it and she just laughed and said, "Trust me mom, I am not gay. Just cause Clyde and mike(mike's ex) are gay, that does not mean I am. I date guys mom."

Anyway, I have to get up early and make sure I have food here for the weekend.

sad story for me.............

Someone told me once that children are our most valued resources and we should treat them with love and kindness. Gently guide them thru life. I believe that. I think most sane people do but I wonder why we allow our children to be treated so horrendously?

I opened the newspaper today and read this story. I cried. http://www.butlereagle.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060227/NEWS03/602270386
Ricky Holland's decomposed body was recovered from a roadside ditch in late January, his adoptive parents, the ones chosen by the foster care agency in their area are accused of his murder. Apparently they beat him to death with a hammer.


I could not have children and when I read about people like this having a child, whether it is thru adoption or natural, I want to scream out to God, "Why?" Why in hell do they have kids or are even allowed near them without being struck dead? I am pro life in all issues but when I read stuff Iike this, I can see how people can reach out and kill someone over such an act for just a second.

I just broke down and cried to the point where my husband told me he would take me out to dinner. Of course it was snowing so bad by the time we got ready, we just decided to order out but it has been such a horrible thought to me that anyone can do things to a child like that. I know I should not go off the deep end but part of the writing showed how he went to neighbors and asked them for food because he was hungry and he asked one neighbor if he could live with her cause she gave him a peanut butter sandwich.

Why do we allow this to happen? Why are the foster care systems in this country run so poorly then they are so secretive about many of their cases? They should be held accountable for this boys death just as those parents are.

A story that is not a story.....

Did you ever know someone who seemed to have so much in life and yet when the truth was known, she had nothing at all?

I had a foster cousin whose was one of those beautiful kids. She was pretty from the day she was born. People would look at her and remark how lovely she was. I did not dislike her but I envied her. She was so pretty boys would look at her then say to me, 'How can someone as ugly as you be related to her?' She really did have that kind of beauty.

The girl had been spoiled rotten by her parents. They bought her everything money could buy and I envied her so for it all. On her sixteeenth birthday they got her a car, a mink, and a poodle cause she wanted all three. (I hated the ugly stole. It looked much better on the mink.)

She had parents who loved her and she thought they loved each other til on her twenty first birthday her dad moved out cause he made a deal with her mom that he would only live in the house with them til this girl turned twenty one. He then moved in with another family this girl knew nothing about but they did.

But that did not matter. She still had the good looking body, the hunk for a husband, and the lovely daughter who was just as perfect as her mother.

Imagine my surprise one day when this lovely creature told me she was jealous of me. Moi? I asked. Why? "Because you had my grandmother and she loved you."

"Your grandmother loved you too," I said. "And you had your parents."

"I had their money and what it could buy,"she said. "Not their time."

I would like to give a happy ending to this story but it is not a story and I can't give it happy ending yet. This girl turned into the type of parent her mother was. Her husband left her for a younger model when she in her forties and she inherited alot of money from her father and her mother but she spent most of her time traveling while her daughter was in boarding school and she and her daughter are estranged from each other. She has become very bitter towards everyone in the family because of some imagined injustices supposedly done to her in the past. She is not bitter towards me but towards others who will not bend to her will.

Or, it seems that way.

But I really think she is a sad, lonely creature who never learned how to love anyone. After all, she learned it all from her parents....

dog diary vs cat diary

The dog's diary:



7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!

8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!

9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!

Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!

1 pm - Oh boy! My poop! My favorite!

2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!

3 pm - Oh boy! Sniffing butts! My favorite!

4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!

6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!

7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!

8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!

9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs! My favorite!

11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping! My favorite!





The cat's diary:



Day 183 of my captivity... My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on

fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild

satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise

and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my

confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.

How many of you feed your dogs greenie treats? There have been several reports of dogs getting sick and, in some cases dying while eating these treats.

this is an article from a paper in kansas city. We have also had some deaths here in Pa.

KANSAS CITY, Missouri (CNN) -- At least 13 dogs have died after being fed the top-selling pet treat in the country, owners and veterinarians have told CNN.
The problem comes because the treats, called Greenies, become lodged in a dog's esophagus or intestine and then some veterinarians say they don't break down.
"I know they are marketed in saying that they do digest. Certainly the ones that we've taken out, esophageal or intestinal, that have been in for days are still very hard," Brendan McKiernan, a board-certified veterinary internal medicine specialist from Denver, Colorado, told CNN. (Watch a vet retrieve a two-day old, undigested Greenie from a dog -- 7:40)
Greenies recommends owners check that the treats are chewed and Joe Roetheli - who launched the brand as a treat that can freshen a dog's breath and clean its teeth - said it was important to pick the correct chew for a particular dog. There are 7 different sizes to choose from depending on the size of the dog.
But most of the dog owners CNN talked to say they did follow package instructions and they still had a problem.
Mike Eastwood and his wife, Jenny Reiff, recently filed a $5 million lawsuit in New York, blaming Greenies for the intestinal blockage that caused the death of their dog Burt.
"I'm mad that their packaging states that the product is 100 percent edible, highly digestible and veterinarian approved, yet our dog died of it," Eastwood told CNN.
S&M NuTec, which manufactures the toothbrush-shaped chew, won't comment on the case but in court papers denied the allegations.
Roetheli said the focus should be on the dental benefits and Greenies are saving dogs' lives by lowering the risk of periodontal disease.
He says feeding Greenies is far safer than putting a dog under anesthesia to clean teeth.
"Dogs really love the product!" he said. "They do a very effective job of cleaning teeth and freshening breath."
Any suggestion that Greenies are defective was rejected by Roetheli, who developed Greenies with his wife, Judy.
"Our product is safe. It is used every day by thousands of dogs, millions a week and it is basically a very safe product."
A CNN investigation uncovered 40 cases since 2003 where a veterinarian had to extract a Greenie from a dog after the treat became lodged either in the animal's esophagus or intestine. In 13 of those cases, the pet died.
One of those was Tyson, Josh Glass and Leah Falls' 8-month-old boxer, who was taken to Brent-Air Animal Hospital in Los Angeles, California, where vet Dr. Kevin Schlanger found the animal had a blocked intestine.
"It was very clear that it was something dense and firm that had caused the obstruction," Schlanger said. He removed a Greenie from the intestine.
McKiernan's says his Denver clinic has seen at least seven cases in the past five years, which he says is an unusually high number. That prompted him to start researching and writing a paper to warn other veterinarians of the problem.
He says his research, which he hopes to get published in a veterinary journal, shows compressed vegetable chew treats, of which Greenies is the most popular, are now the third biggest cause of esophageal obstruction in dogs behind bones and fish hooks.
The federal Food and Drug Administration says it's looking into eight consumer complaints about Greenies but has no formal investigation.
The issue has also been the topic of news reports across the country.
The chews are made of digestible products like wheat gluten and fiber, experts say, but the molding process makes the treat very firm and hard.
Roetheli, who runs S&M NuTec from Kansas City, Missouri, says Greenies do break down when properly chewed and swallowed by a dog.
He told CNN that any product has the potential to cause an obstruction in a dog and that Greenies packaging warns dog owners to monitor their dog to ensure the treat is adequately chewed. "Gulping any item can be harmful or even fatal to a dog," the package says.
The company's Web site addresses the issue in its FAQ section with the question "When giving an animal Greenies, does it affect their digestive system?" The answer "The only time dogs would be unable to digest anything would be if they didn't chew it up before they swallowed it. Canine and Feline Greenies are highly digestible when chewed."
The company says the number of complaints it has received is very low in relation to the vast numbers of treats sold, and CNN spoke with several vets who recommended Greenies.
Introduced in 1998, we found Greenies now selling for about $16 a pound. Last year, 325 million individual treats were sold around the world, nearly three times the sales of its nearest competitor Milk Bone, according to the marketing company Euromonitor International.
"At the end of the day ... literally millions of Greenies are enjoyed by dogs on a weekly basis with absolutely no incidentsKANSAS CITY, Missouri (CNN) -- At least 13 dogs have died after being fed the top-selling pet treat in the country, owners and veterinarians have told CNN.
The problem comes because the treats, called Greenies, become lodged in a dog's esophagus or intestine and then some veterinarians say they don't break down.
"I know they are marketed in saying that they do digest. Certainly the ones that we've taken out, esophageal or intestinal, that have been in for days are still very hard," Brendan McKiernan, a board-certified veterinary internal medicine specialist from Denver, Colorado, told CNN. (Watch a vet retrieve a two-day old, undigested Greenie from a dog -- 7:40)
Greenies recommends owners check that the treats are chewed and Joe Roetheli - who launched the brand as a treat that can freshen a dog's breath and clean its teeth - said it was important to pick the correct chew for a particular dog. There are 7 different sizes to choose from depending on the size of the dog.
But most of the dog owners CNN talked to say they did follow package instructions and they still had a problem.
Mike Eastwood and his wife, Jenny Reiff, recently filed a $5 million lawsuit in New York, blaming Greenies for the intestinal blockage that caused the death of their dog Burt.
"I'm mad that their packaging states that the product is 100 percent edible, highly digestible and veterinarian approved, yet our dog died of it," Eastwood told CNN.
S&M NuTec, which manufactures the toothbrush-shaped chew, won't comment on the case but in court papers denied the allegations.
Roetheli said the focus should be on the dental benefits and Greenies are saving dogs' lives by lowering the risk of periodontal disease.
He says feeding Greenies is far safer than putting a dog under anesthesia to clean teeth.
"Dogs really love the product!" he said. "They do a very effective job of cleaning teeth and freshening breath."
Any suggestion that Greenies are defective was rejected by Roetheli, who developed Greenies with his wife, Judy.
"Our product is safe. It is used every day by thousands of dogs, millions a week and it is basically a very safe product."
A CNN investigation uncovered 40 cases since 2003 where a veterinarian had to extract a Greenie from a dog after the treat became lodged either in the animal's esophagus or intestine. In 13 of those cases, the pet died.
One of those was Tyson, Josh Glass and Leah Falls' 8-month-old boxer, who was taken to Brent-Air Animal Hospital in Los Angeles, California, where vet Dr. Kevin Schlanger found the animal had a blocked intestine.
"It was very clear that it was something dense and firm that had caused the obstruction," Schlanger said. He removed a Greenie from the intestine.
McKiernan's says his Denver clinic has seen at least seven cases in the past five years, which he says is an unusually high number. That prompted him to start researching and writing a paper to warn other veterinarians of the problem.
He says his research, which he hopes to get published in a veterinary journal, shows compressed vegetable chew treats, of which Greenies is the most popular, are now the third biggest cause of esophageal obstruction in dogs behind bones and fish hooks.
The federal Food and Drug Administration says it's looking into eight consumer complaints about Greenies but has no formal investigation.
The issue has also been the topic of news reports across the country.
The chews are made of digestible products like wheat gluten and fiber, experts say, but the molding process makes the treat very firm and hard.
Roetheli, who runs S&M NuTec from Kansas City, Missouri, says Greenies do break down when properly chewed and swallowed by a dog.
He told CNN that any product has the potential to cause an obstruction in a dog and that Greenies packaging warns dog owners to monitor their dog to ensure the treat is adequately chewed. "Gulping any item can be harmful or even fatal to a dog," the package says.
The company's Web site addresses the issue in its FAQ section with the question "When giving an animal Greenies, does it affect their digestive system?" The answer "The only time dogs would be unable to digest anything would be if they didn't chew it up before they swallowed it. Canine and Feline Greenies are highly digestible when chewed."
The company says the number of complaints it has received is very low in relation to the vast numbers of treats sold, and CNN spoke with several vets who recommended Greenies.
Introduced in 1998, we found Greenies now selling for about $16 a pound. Last year, 325 million individual treats were sold around the world, nearly three times the sales of its nearest competitor Milk Bone, according to the marketing company Euromonitor International.
"At the end of the day ... literally millions of Greenies are enjoyed by dogs on a weekly basis with absolutely no incidents

Now as a responsible pet owner, I would never dream of giving my dogs something like that and leaving them alone. I give my dogs treats every day but I am in the room with them so if something should happen, I can help them. I did have to take a rawhide chewy out of one of my dogs throat once as he decided he had chewed it enough and he tried to swallow it. I would have lost him if I had left him alone. Luckily he is fine. So be responsible and treat your dog as you would one of your children. You would not leave a small child alone to eat so why leave your dog alone.

The vigina monologue....................

Okay. I saw it and I have to say I was a bit disappointed in it. Yes, it had a great message but I wonder why it had to be so out right vulgar in some places. I mean, I did not really need to hear all the various ways of saying vigina and how how to shout cunt was just out of the question for me. It is not my idea of the proper way to handle such things. But there was some great parts in in too. The most important one for me was this little poem.....
MY SHORT SKIRT
My short skirtis not an invitationa provocationan indicationthat I want it or give i t
or that I hook.
My short skirtis not begging for it it does not want you to rip it off me or pull it down.
My short skirt is not a legal reasonfor raping me although it has been before
it will not hold up in the new court.
My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.
My short skirtis about discoveringthe power of my lower calvesabout cool autumn air travelingup my inner thighs
about allowing everything I seeor pass or feel to live inside.
My short skirt is not proof that I am stupidor undecidedor a malleable little girl.
My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off this is who I am before you made me cover it
or tone it down.Get used to it.
My short skirt is happinessI can feel myself on the ground
I am here. I am hot.
My short skirt is a liberationflag in the women’s armyI declare these streets, any streetsmy vagina’s country.
My short skirtis turquoise waterwith swimming colored fisha summer festival
in the starry dark a bird callinga train arriving in a foreign townmy short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath a tango dipmy short skirt is initiation appreciation excitation.
But mainly my short skirt and everything under itis Mine.Mine.Mine.

The idea that a girl is inviting anyone to rape her cause of the clothes she wears is stupid. I used to wear very short skirts and short shorts because I felt good in them. I liked the feel of the wind whipping around my legs as I walked. My body belongs to me and no matter how I dress, no man has a right to touch it unless I tell him he can. I felt it was an important part of the monologue. The other one is about the burqa which is worn by muslin women. I do not have the words for it but It is very moving. It touched me in so many ways.

It describes how being hidden under all that clothe makes them feel invisible and it makes my heart sad for them.

Best Buds...

There is an old song that goes..Let me tell you about my best friend...It comes from a sitcom way back when. I thought of it tonight when I was my dog and cat together tonight. Ollie is the kind of dog that loves everyone, including cats and nicholas is the royalty of the house. Well, one of them any way. He struts his stuff but is really a marshmallow in side. I caught this pic of the two of them a few minutes ago........................

How well do we know our neighbors...

I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone else. Oh, they knew our business whe did not always want them to know it but we also knew that most of the folks in our town would give the shirts off their backs to help us out if they thought we needed. And, of course we were always too proud to let anyone know we needed anything.

My foster mom did not drink but when the bar next door caught fire, she was one of the firt ones out there helping serve doughnuts and coffee to the firemen who were figthing the blaze.
She often served the drunks who were too drunk to drive home, coffee. She was well known for offering coffee, pie and the bible to anyone who was willing to listen and believe it or not, many of those drunks did. Just for the taste of her homemade pie, I think.

When anyone was sick they could knock on our door and she would go out to help whoever needed it. There were times too when we were sick and we would find Mrs. Frampton or another lady helping mom take care of us. It was just something that neighbors did. What people called the neighborly thing to do. If one of them needed a sitter, I was ther to watch their kids for them and most of the time it was free of charge cause Mom would remind me that the time might come when I would need one of them to help me.

In the summer time we did not watch much t.v but we would all gather out on the front porch to play and have fun while the grownups talked about what was going on in the world. In the winter time we would be out sledding or building a snow man.

I walk through our small town now in the summer and rarely see a soul sitting out talking to their neighbors. All I see is the light of the t.v. in the window. they are busy watching t.v. or on the computer. Very few are out walking. I was happy when my daughter wrote a poem for her school one year about all the walks her and I take on a summer evening. I hope she does the same with her daughter. But, I digress...(I have been waiting ages to use that expression.)

I was talking about neighbors and how they all seem to be in their own little cubby holes, hidden behind the curtains in their home.
In the winter time I rarely see kids out playing in the snow. They are all in front of the t.v. or at the computer, much like their parents. I can't help but wonder how this can be helping them to live a long happy life. I loved making snow angels and sledding when I was a kid. They don't know what they are missing.

The town looks empty and lost sometimes. I know there is life there but it is hidden behind closed doors. I wish they would open them and step out into the sunshine again. Even the rain is wonderful to walk in when you have a friend to stop and chat with along the way.

What a great day.........

Hubby is making this valentines day very special for all of us it seems. Yesterday we went and took our eldest daughter to dinner and had flowers sent to her. Today we took the youngest out to dinner and gave candy to her since she is not on a diet and could stand to gain a few pounds.

I told him I did not want candy or flowers. I hate flowers for a gift. A waste of money for me. They just die anyway and I cannot eat regular chocolate unless my sugar is low so that was out. He says I am the lucky one cause he is taking me out to dinner at our favorite italian restaurant and that will be my fourth day in a row for going out. (His mother took me out Saturday.) Anyway it has been a great week. I hope all of you have a wonderful valentines day!!!

Owners approval

Often I am surfing blogs and I see a post that interest me and I respond only to be told my post is being saved so the owner can approve it. I don't think I would want mine done that way. I guess I like the idea of people posting whatever they feel on my blog. I do not mind people disagreeing with me. I welcome it at times. Disagreement can be wholesome if it is done in the proper manner. It all part of life, I think. Nobody likes everything I say or do and I welcome the thoughts of those who do not agree.

32 questions

1. Who's the first person you thought about today? Bill
2 . Are you happy with everyone in your life right now? NO
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? The New harry potter film
4. What is your favorite TV show? (plural... Any of the csi programs, Without a Trace, Close to Home, The law and order series just to name a few)
5. What do you usually have for breakfast? coffee and toast
6. Who is your funniest friend? Mona
7. What is your middle name? Marie
8. What food do you dislike? spinach
9. What is your favorite CD at the moment? I like the ones with a variety of singers on.
Would share island with anyone for a weekend? My friends mona or bonnie
12. How many times did you check your email today? 3
113. Favorite item(s) of clothing? Pair of black slacks that are wearing thin.
14. If you could have any celebrity's body? Camron diaz
15. What color are your sheets? Lt tan with print
16. what the funniest thing you've ever done? Too many to mention...lol
17. Where would you retire to? Right here in Pa.
r favorite thing to do? enjoy the company of friends
19. Favorite sport to watch? Football
20. Furthest place you are sending this? Don't know 22.
Who is your best male friend.. Doyle
22. Birthday is 3-26
23The most beers you've ever drank at one time? don't think I've ever counted but drank beer by pitcher a lot
24 What's the last thing you ate? sausage and egg burrito
25Whois the most fascinating Person you know.My foster mom
you want when you were young? ANY as long as it had 4 wheels, gas and ran!!;
26How are your today? feel ok but back hurts.
27What is your favorite candy? Hershey bars.
favorite cd? Hmmm... too many to name just one.
28. What day are you looking forward to this year? The first day of summer!!
29..Do you hate answering questions. No. I like doing this.
30. Are you happy with yourself. I am not sad but I could feel better about things.
31..who will be there when you are really old. Hopefully, Bill and my kids.
32. What do you and your spouse fight about? Little things like who should pick up the floor or wash the dishes that are left in the sink over night.

It''s been awhile but...

It has been awhile since I have been around here. A few days anyway. First, my daughter had a relapse and she called to tell me she was going to kill herself again. I tried to talk to her but she hang up on me. I live 30 miles away... I called the lady where she lives and the woman said my daughther was very distraught and after hanging up she ran out of the house. Her husband was in his car looking for her. He found her about a half hour later and we had her committed so she could get her meds regulated. She is doing better and the woman she is staying with really is good to her and is trying to help her in every way she can.

But I have not felt well for some time. I was diagnosed with osteo arthritus yesterday and they are going to do all kinds of tests. I have had a bleeding issue that needs to be looked at. For some reason my leg started bleeding a few days ago and I had trouble getting it stopped. Very small scratch but the dr says certain types of arthritus will cause bleeding. So we shall see.

I am not allowed to walk anywhere without a cane. It really makes me mad but I am able to walk, thank God. I may not be able to some day but for right now, I can.

What is in a word?

My daughter called to see if I wanted to see her announce and perform in the play, Vigina Monologue. I told her I would think about it. I did not know alot about it. I was not thrilled about the title of it though. Perhaps it was because of the title that had the word, 'vigina' in it.

Oh, that is a nasty word, isn't it? I put my cell phone back in my purse and headed for the local walmart. While browsing for a few things I needed I walked over to where three college students were standing. They were talking about the play. I listened to what they were saying. One of the girls said the same thing I was thinking. A young man with them spoke up and said, "Why does the word vagina bother so many people. It is just a body part so get over it already! People are complaining about that play and they have not even taken the time to figure it out. I'm going to see it." With that he walked away.

And as I watched him walk away, I thought of how right he was. It was just a body part. Just a word. So, why do we let such words hold such power over us at times? There are words that I would not use in my every day speaking but I do hear others use them and I have felt insulted or shamed by them. But I am learning to start to look at what they are saying and realizing words cannot hurt or offend you unless you let them.

And for those of you who do not know what the Vagina Monologue is about it is about women who have been abused and in some cases murdered by the men they loved. It is their thoughts and feelings so there is going to be bitterness in anger as well as 'nasty words' in it. It is a series of scenes written by Eve Ensler and she does a great job of letting those of you who do not know what it is it like to be abused.

I know what it is like. I had a boyfriend who beat the crap out of me for loaning his mother a can of peas for dinner. I gave it to her without asking him. Oh, I thought he would change. After all he apologized and told me he still loved me and he would change. I was 19 and in love and I just knew he loved me enough to change his ways. After that, it was just a little love tap every now and then but nothing big til the day he came to where I worked and caught me talking to a man who worked there. He beat me that night. I ended up going to the hospital.

I left and never went back to him but I had the luxery of having a family that lived across the united states that I could go to. With their help I was able to pick up the peices of my life and move on. Many women can not do that for various reasons.

I applaud Eve Ensler for speaking out for the women who can't because they are too afraid or dead.

Day Vs NIght

One thing my husband has learned not to do thru the years is to argue with me about what time I go to bed.

He is a day person. He is up bright and early. Seven o'clock comes around and if he is in bed, he has slept in. He bounces out of bed, showers, shaves and it out in the kitchen fixing coffee by seven thirty.

While he is doing that, I am burying my head in the covers, cursing him for being so cheerful and waking me out of my wonderful deep dark slumber. I am a night person. I come alive when the sun goes down. My whole family is like that. At least my foster family is and I found out all my cousins, except one lonely odd ball that goes to bed a ten and gets up at six, are night people. I can remember my foster mother reading and writing letters to her other daughters at two and three in the morning. She would often do her housework at night. (I do too. I was running the sweeper at 1:30 am the other night.)

I do much of my blogging and writing at night. It is now 1:22 a.m. I am wide awake. I hope I can fall asleep when I go to bed at two and force myself to try and sleep. I have morning appointments this week and would really like to get there on time. But every time I think of turning off the computer, I think of a blog that I have not seen or worked on.

My jobs have always been afternoon and night jobs. I worked as a waitress on the three to eleven shift at about four different restaruants. My only day job was for a home for the aged and it did not last long. I was back working the night shift again at another nursing home.

I think some people are just meant to be night people. I told my foster sister that the time I missed mom the most was when it was after midnight and I had no one to call. She called me the other night after midnight to remind me she was there and had no one to talk to at that time of the day either.

You might wonder if you can live with a day person and you are a night person. You can. You just have to work out a system. I will go in and lay down and talk to hubby and curl up next to him til he goes to sleep then get up and go about my business. We both have adjusted to each others schedule and it has worked very well for us for a number of years.

I am happy and he is happy. That is all that matters. Good night.

Oh, when I had the kids to get up for I got up and got them off to school then went back to bed.

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