Thursday, March 23, 2017

Throw back Thursday....music of my life

 NOVEMBER 21, 2005

Life is a Bowl of Cherries,But

Life is a bowl of Cherries….
But watch out for the Banana Peels

As I live each day since retirement,
I have spent it by having a positive
attitude and doing things to enjoy life.
Not that life is a bowl of cherries,
of course. We all know that there is
ups and downs in life. But I figured
I had it pretty well in hand. So when
I slipped on the banana peels of life,
I was surprised.

See last Friday, my daughter took me
to see the movie I WALK THE LINE.
The story of Johnny Cash. She, of course,
living with me 2/3’s of her life, knows
what a Johnny Cash fan I am. I use to
have over 48 of his albums. Back to the
days of Sun Records. Giving them away,
was hard to do. But I was going to be
moving again, and the records would
be in storage a long time. So do I keep
them in storage and have them ruin,
or do I give them away so they would
be save. I chose to keep them safe.
I don’t regret that, not even with the
knowledge that the Sun Records ones
would have a money value.

So there we were in the theater, watching
the movie. Being the fan I am, I know
he was not a choir boy. I knew he did some
not so admirable things in his life. I
really enjoyed his, or actually the actor’s
singing. The actor, did a great imitation
of him, singing and all. But as the end
of the movie came, and they had the read
out of when June had died and then 4
months later, Johnny died, (all of which
I knew) it started to hit me. We got up
and walked out side to the brightness of
the day, I felt sad. A lot of emotions hit
me all at once. One of appreciation of
my daughter surprising me, by taking me
to the movie. See she drove to the parking
lot of the theater on the pretense of taking
me to get a latte. As she got out of the car,
she said come on, we are going to the movies.
Hurry, it starts in 15 minutes. To say I am
shocked, and surprise is an understatement.
So her thoughtfulness, the emotion started.

On the way home, I told her it dawn on me
how much Johnny Cash and his music was
involved with my life. I started liking Johnny
Cash, when he was on the Tommy Dorsey
Show, which covered for Ed Sullivan Show
in the summer months. While all my school
friends were screaming over Elvis, I loved
Johnny Cash music. And it kept going thru
2 marriages, and even now. That the last cd
he did, still was heart felt in my heart.

Then as I walked into the house after telling
her how much her gift of love meant to me,
the surprise and the movie too, it hit me.
I found myself, in tears. The King asked
me what was wrong, and I couldn’t tell him.
You see the banana skin has laid me low.

I was facing my own mortality as well as
Mr. Cash’s. As I thought about how I
appreciated 50 years of his music.. it hit
me, that I too, am in my winter of life.
Something I don’t usually admit to others.
I guess because I don’t like to dwell there
myself. I rather think of what I can do
with this last 15 years, if I am lucky, rather
than think about the 15 years themselves.

I guess it goes back to the time I was
talking to a resident, who was weak from
the flu and losing her husband. So she
thought she came to the nursing home
to die. I asked her, did she want to sit
around and wait to die, or did she want
to live until she died. Which is what I
remind myself, when I hit these low spots
on the rare occasions.

And I chose to live until I die,
I chose to live it to its fullest,
and I chose to live it in humor.

P.S.
The resident checked out 2 weeks later.
And as she was packing her bag, she
called me in her room, gave me a hug,
and said Thanks. She and I knew why.
She chose to live life. I saw her a year
later at her sister’s wedding. She was
laughing and looked at me and winked.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

OOPS... so I forgot

Some days are roses,
Some days are thorns..
And some days are
Just empty buds..
And today is an empty bud..

I guess I just got tied up with
The sunshine.. and it empty my
Mind to looking at the yard instead.

Even last night, I was just beat..
Keeping up with a 7 MONTH old
Is a lot for this almost 77 YEAR OLD.
As I was in bed early.. barely made
It thru wheel of fortune…

So continue on with what you were
Doing.. as .. you can see.. there is
Nothing here..


Good thing tomorrow is throwback Thursday.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

I'm a praying person.....

Yes, I say my prayers every night, just like
I did as a child. Always for the safety and
good health for good friends and my whole
family.  I always start with thanking him for
all he has done.. and how he has blessed me.

But of late.. I have been praying for our country.
I try not to get wound up in all the drama that
goes on in the media.  So much of it based on
lies, spins, and someone’s opinion…(what happen to real
News?).. and now we have altered news? Or
altered facts?  And made up news, that ends
up costing us taxpayers lots of money, to
“investigate”… Congress takes up useless time
to verify what can not be verified, because it never
happen.. And the owner, the author of the lies??
no punishment.  Should be to pay for the investigation,
at the minimum. No recourse, no shaming, other than
public opinion.. and not enough get it?

All thru this.. we are bruising relationships with
countries that we have been friends with for years.
A great embarrassment to us. Yet, it goes unpunished.
And where do we go from here?  What are these
countries going to do in the future. How can they
back us, when they don’t know if the loose cannon
is all empty promises?   I hope they will still have
faith in the American people… even though their
heads of the countries.. have none in our so called
leader.. 

So each night … I pray for our country, and for
something to take care of these scary times.  Because having our heads in the sand while we wait for 4 more years to change isn’t going to be good.

We can’t even count on Congress.. as they are using
the drama of the media to hid the agenda they have
going for their party and not the American people.
Republican Party guiding our America like drunken
sailors with too much power and no one is really paying attention.
I feel like Lot's wife, being told not to look back,

as the country is being driven over the bank. 

Monday, March 20, 2017

I shall try hard not to complain...

The weather has been bad.. We have complained
about having to shovel, push, snowblow snow for
about 2 to 3 months now.. Sometimes daily.

And now we have rain.  We have floods…we have
mud… We have mud slides.. Some so horrible they
have gone thru houses.. With the people barely
getting out with others help.  Some houses have
washed off their foundations.. And we complain.
These are hardships… I am not making light of it.
Not at all…

We have jobs that we go to, because the end justifies
the ends.. Meaning we have a home, food, cars, and
get to do things, with that money. Some of us all,
barely getting by.. especially if you have children,
but get by we do.

We are getting older.. can’t do what I use to do.
I complain about my body hurting on certain days.
I don’t have the money to do things I would like to
do. After all not all retirees run around in motor homes
with cars in tow.  Going South for the winter and back
home for the summer..   And we complain.

We complain about how the food is cooked at a
restaurant, we complain about the sales person
and how we feel, or they didn’t do their job or made
us feel not up to par. We complain.

But I got to ask you… did you happen to see
60 Minutes?  It was bad enough that Americans
were losing their jobs.. Not only losing their jobs
but having to train the foreigner who came to claim
their jobs with the companies blessing.  And the
companies threatening the American employee,
with lost of lay off monies.. if they don’t train
correctly.  And who is to know by whom the
correctness it judged?

But more than that… did you see Southern Sudan?
Did you see the millions and billions who are in
tent like homes, if they have that.. waiting for
food to be dropped from the sky. Some too late.
Children dying from lack of food and water.
One Dr. covering thousands of people’s health.

Now tell me how hard it is to have the snow? The mud
slide, the crappy job you have, the restaurant that didn’t cook the food like you wanted, and sales clerk who was
not nice to you..

Next time you find yourself complaining.. think about
if you had to live in Southern Sudan or one of the camps
they have gone to… and the food that is dropped from
the sky.. what kind of food?  Surely not steak and potatoes.
More like rice, or flour… enough to last your family,
30 days.. IF … IF.. the renegade military troops haven’t

stole it from the warehouse…  Tell me how that compares. 

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Throw back Thursday....

Thought maybe I would do Throw back Thursdayfor postings for a while.... This one is from 2005.. 

Being they are reissuing the movie King Kong, I thought
this would be a good one. 



, DECEMBER 07, 2005

King Kong and Me

When I was the mere age of 13, I believe,
my girlfriend and I went to the Paramount
Theater on Broadway across from the
high school in Newport, R.I.

We went to see...KING KONG with Faye
Wray. We put our hard earn coins down on
the counter, and picked up our tickets.
The 3 o'clock show. (got to be home to
feed the horses by 5). We got our pop corn
and coke. And sat down in the middle of the
theater so we could see it really well.

The theater goes dark, and all the previews
and newsreels run their gamut. Then the
movie starts. Loud music. Scary music.
We are eating our pop corn, as we watch.
The scarier it gets the faster we are eating
our pop corn.

HERE HE COMES, KONG... KING KONG!!
AND THERE GOES.......The two of us girls
out to the aisle, up the aisle, out thru the
doors almost taking them off the hinges.
Out to the daylight, still running.
You would have thought Kong was behind us.
I think it was at least 4 blocks before we finally
slowed down to a walk.

It took me 3 more years before I could watch
the whole movie. Then it was on a TV in my room.
The folks had given me a TV which was about
4 foot by 4 foot by 3 feet, which was at the end
of my bed. I sat on the foot of the bed, and out
came KONG...I flipped over on to the rest of the
bed, on to my glasses, and broke the hinge.

I wonder... will I be able to see the new one?
Do I want to? I will take my grandson with me.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

No, I really don't want to talk about it...

We recently have had two women killed by ex- boyfriends
or other…they were abused. They went thru the system.
The system failed them, as it does in so many cases.
The last one, should have been put in jail. He broke
the DO NOT CONTACT order. He should have had
his guns removed from him. But the court did nothing.
The system is broke.

Every time, a story like these come to the news, the
subject of abuse is hashed over and over.  Some
people know someone who has been abused. Some
children are surprised to learn their mothers have been
abused in the past.

Some think that those who were abused in the past,
should talk about it.. It will help they say.. it doesn’t.
We don’t want to talk about it. It is in the past. We
don’t want to bring it back up to surface. We learn to
deal with it.  We have gone on with our lives, and
learn that all of life is not like that.  If we are lucky
enough to get out of the situation one way or the
other, we consider ourselves lucky.  We can acknowledge
it happen, but that is the farthest we are to go.  See to
really talk about it, brings up the memory as if it happen
just hours ago. The hands around our necks, sliding
down the wall, until your child screams.. the kicking
of your legs,and back and head.. the slapping across
your face.. the demeaning words.. all like just hours
ago.. So no, we don’t want to talk about it..  We are
just glad we got out alive.  Many have not.

They ask.. why didn’t you get help?  From whom?
50 years ago there were no support systems. The
family didn’t want to get involved.  My mother told
me when I asked for help of $100 to start a divorce..
“That I had made my bed, I could lay in it.”
Your family doesn’t know what to do..afraid the mess
will come to their house. Only the strongest of families
will step up and protect.. And sometimes they have
lost their lives.  There was no homes to run to, no
one to call.  I stashed money away, and then I got
strong enough to go to a lawyer. Got papers served
at his job.. Oh, he came home madder than mad. I
thought I might get killed.  I had packed his bag with
his things. And he left. I slide down the door after
locking it. I didn’t sleep well for months, almost a year.
It was a rough road to travel. Some ways he was
relieved, as it gave him open door to run
around out in the open.  There was ups and downs.
I even took him back, but did not marry him. Because
he pleaded for the kids sake. That lasted one month.
and then it was done once and for all. He got married.
opening the door to custody cases .. one after another.
I had gotten married.
And finally the kids grew up.. He became the Dad he
should have been to them.. And he died with them loving
him.. I wouldn’t have it any other way.  But I was one of
the lucky ones, I got out alive.

The system is so broke.  There is no protection. The
piece of paper she walks out of the court room is worth
less. After all, is there going to be a body guard living
with her? No. And the worse ones, don’t care about
the paper. They will get revenge one way or the other.
If he can’t have her…. No one is going to have her.
What is the answer? I don’t know.. but when the man
breaks the order, like the last one did…. Shame on the
Judge.. he let her down.. he let her 5 children down.
There has to be a better system.



Tuesday, March 14, 2017

My Lifetime gauge


As each year comes around getting closer to
My birthday (about a month away), I truly miss
My lifetime gauge.

See, my Aunt Harriet was like a mother to me..but she
was the one I resembled the most in the family.
She is my dad’s sister.

Over the adult years of my life, I could always check
with her to see what was going on with my body. If
there were any changes.   Physical or emotional.

I always seem to be right in tune with what had happen
to her during those years of hers.   And I was blessed
to have her for over 88 years of her life. And 65 years of
mine. 

But now that I have hit the 70’s heading towards the
80’s… I sure miss having her to ask questions.  

They always asked you, if you had one person from your
life you could sit on the bench for half an hour.. who would
that be?   That would be my Aunt Harriet.. 10 minutes of
hugs, tears and love.. and then … So what is up with this?
Would be the swing of things.  




Monday, March 13, 2017

Greetings from your Idaho Parks & Recreation Dept.

Over the weekend we got a letter from the Idaho Park
And Recreation Dept. saying they need information on
our boat and us, before they can send us our registration
papers to register our boat for the year of 2017.

They want us to verify the HIN (better known as the
Hull identification number).  Now the state of Idaho’s
Agency over 8 years ago, climbed in to the back of
said boat, to check HIN with the one listed the title
we had.  When we went to register the boat into our name.
and he gave us the proper number stickers and other stickers
at that time.  8 years ago.  Since that time, we have register
that said boat each year.   During that time.. in fact just this
past summer, I was greeted out side of the bathroom at the
Hope dock, by one of their gentlemen, asking  me, to see if
I, in fact had a valid fishing license.. And checked my drivers
license to see if I, in fact, was entitled to a Senior combo
license. I would have thought the grey and white hair with
the wrinkle dry skin face would have been a great clue.
As we walked down to the dock where the boat, my husband
and his partner were finishing up checking my husband’s
Sportsman’s package license (damn well spendy) AND checked
the HIN to see, if in fact that it was the numbers and etc. that were
listed on our registration and also the numbers on our said boat.
Having been satisfied they were the true deal, they bid us good
fishing…and left.. This was not our first rodeo. We have been inspected about 4 times over the years.
So we have been inspected over all 5 times, verifying we are
the true owners of said boat. That it has the proper HIN on
said boat, and the proper numbers and stickers on said boat.
for 8 YEARS.   
 But now they want our date of birth? Why?  What has that
got to do with owning a boat?  Age is not a requirement.
Frankly I have not been asked my age for over 10 years,
because of said description above.. it was pretty obvious
I was of age.

It seems the U.S. Coast Guard federal branch decided they
needed to know certain information from the state before
They allow the state to issue registrations.  Now why does
the US. Coast Guard want this information?  Good question.
Being we don’t travel with said boat.. What are they concerned
about?  That we might become rum runners?  Drug runners?
Is this a new invasion of my privacy a new HOMELAND SECURITY?
Are they threaten by senior citizens?  If I was going to blow
something up, or protest the government, I would have done it
50 years ago. But I was too busy changing diapers, washing up
kids, and keeping them out of trouble, than to bother with what
THE MAN was doing during those days.

Oh, yea.. if I was going to hide or lie about this information,
I don’t have to.. because they gave me all the answers to
the questions..  And why do they need my drivers license?
One in Idaho, does not need a drivers license to drive a
boat.. Besides I don’t drive it.. I get all this invasion of my
Information due to the fact my name is on the title with my
husband .. who does own, drive the said boat.


Thursday, March 09, 2017

THROW BACK THURSDAYS...

Thinking about doing a  looking back Thursday…  post..
from the past.  Here is one..  

THURSDAY, MARCH 10, 2005

Dave remarked to one of my additions to his comment area, on Mt St. Helen's blowing in 1980, that this would be blog worthy. Don't know if it is or not. But at least it will be a return memory for my kids who read this. At least they better read this...lol...


The story of Harry Truman would be pretty short... as we only talk a short time.
It was in 1966, we had taken the kids to Spirit Lake for fishing at the end of June. It was warm enough that they did some swimming after fishing. Then we were ready to head home. My husband at the time, was from Washington state, and we had just moved there about 6 months before. He knew there was snow further up the road, towards the summer resort. So we took the kids up for a treat, after all where can you go swimming one minute and a few minutes later be playing in the snow. So when we got to the snow edge, we let the kids out to play. I was close to having # 5 child. While we were playing in the snow, a gentleman came down the drive way to the road where we were at and introduced himself as the cabin's owner. Harry Truman. We talked about how beautiful of a day it was. And he was getting ready for the 4th of July push of tourist. He talked about the hiking and how close it was to the lake for the people. We asked him if they were open in the winter. He said they didn't get many in the winter. Mostly cross country skiers. And not many of them, so they were not officially open. But that he and his wife stayed there. Then we thanked him for his time,and gathered up the kids. He said good bye as he return to his work, and told us good luck with the new addition we were expecting. He was very nice and sweet man. I would say he was about 60 ish at the time. The next time I saw him was on television, while we were in Rhode Island and they were interviewing him about leaving the mountain. I believe his wife had passed away by that time. I wasn't really surprised that he wouldn't leave the mountain, as he had a great love for the area.

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

AMERICAN RUDENESS? BULLYING to me

Are we, Americans as a whole, so crass that we idolize rudeness?
I stop watch Shark Tank. We use to like to see the new products
that are there, they come  to get help to start manufacturing, with the help of the billionaires there.. better known as the Sharks.

But of late, well, in all fairness Kevin O’Leary as always been an ass.
But it seems like he has stepped up his game… of rudeness and
name calling.  Why isn’t this called bullying?

But Kevin Oleray is far from the only one, you have Chef Ramsey, of the cooking show…. Simon Crowell, on American Idol. (he has
tone it down some what since he has a child and judges on American’s Got Talent.)
I think one of the worse was American Idols, whose contestant were
ridiculed to tears..

What part of this is not called BULLYING?  And people laugh.. I don’t see anything funny about belittling your fellow man or woman.. 
Sorry, I am out of there..