Thursday, May 21, 2015

HOW SWEET IT IS.....


HOW SWEET IT IS.... 

57 people voted in our little town on Tuesday.
Now that is not big in the normal cities and town.
But in our little city it is big time... See the normal
off election year, council elections run from 31 to 35.
So to get 57 people to vote is so great..

AND... out of those 57 votes... 47 of them said YES !!!!
HOW SWEET IT IS....

So now the coffers should have enough to do the top
5 of the selection. one of which is chip seal our roads.
This will help the council come August when they
have to figure out their budget.  The council is great
about really taking their time and doing extra meetings
to make sure not a dime is spent unwisely.  They get
so little, being the second to the last town on the tax
rate. 

I am so glad the votes put in their confidence in the town
and the council persons.  THANK YOU, Kootenai

voters.  

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Your feet.....

I heard a survey on the radio on my way to a friends
house.  The question was....do you wash/scrub your
feet  or do you just like the water and what soap that
falls  take care of your feet.

It was actually a 50/50 deal.. Some swore by scrub
and some like to just wash with soap, but half of them
did nothing.. but what ever falls on them during the
shower.  Now no one mention in the tub.. the general
answers were showers..  Which could be asked..
do you take a shower or soak in the tub.  but that
is another survey.

I have to be honest.. I take the worse care of my feet.
Yes, I wash them with soap and rinse.... and yes I
am a shower person..  Can't do the tub bit, as I can't
stand to sit in water that now has my dirt of my body
in it.  The few times I did take a bath, I let the water
out and then showered off.  

Hot tubs don't appeal to me either.  A friend talked me
into the one at the club we were at.. all I could think of
was the people who were in there before.. and if they
were kids, then they peed in it too..  She said NO, they
have filter that the water circulates in..   Sorry, not
good enough for me.. I took a shower right after.

Now the King scrubs his.. takes a tiny scrapper to  his 
heels and sides of his big toe area... Puts on creams for feet.  
They just look like regular feet to me.  But I don't do all 
that.. and as I think about it, maybe that is not a good 
thing.  After all I do depend on these two items to get 
me where I want to go.
And having wore a sore on my foot when I was walking
all day in Hawaii.. I sure can relate at how much we

take our feet for granted. So maybe I should pay more attention.

HOW ABOUT YOU??? Do you take good care of your feet?  

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Moment of truth.....

For the past 8 months or so, several  people
have worked hard on a fair raise of taxes for our
city.   I am proud to say, one of those people was
myself..  but hardly the only one.

(for some reason this went to draft and not publish, sorry)

We met once a month.. we met an extra time to
make up a poster and folding them, and stamping
them.. to be mailed out.

Then last month, about 5 of us, went door to door, to
give the poster to the people again.. as a reminder.
Telling them to please come vote for or against this
raise.  We want the people to make a choice.... not just
a few.  We are hoping for it to pass.  Most of the doors
we taped the poster to them as the people
were not at home.. Those who were home, we told them
to read the list of the wish list for the city to use the
extra money for. 

We had dirt roads in the city of Kootenai for many years.
But thru a grant we were able to get them paved.. took
two years, as there was not quite enough to do all of the
streets.  But the city did get it done.   But now those roads
need to be chip sealed, which is more money than the
coffers have.   You see our little town tax rate is .00004.-
Second from the last of the lowest tax rate in the state.

My own place is $28 a year.. I can afford to have that raised
up to $42 approx.   We listed 10 of the top things we needed.
Putting the most urgent in the top 5.

Today, is the moment of truth. Today, is when the people
vote.  Hopefully we will get more than the usual 31 people
who vote regular.  It is not an important election that would
draw people... Just the school board and library board. Not
exactly top drawers for votes.

So here is hoping the people understand the city does need the money.  

Monday, May 18, 2015

Busy weekend and I am bushed

Car parades,  Car show, yard sales,
from Friday night to Saturday night.
Then Sunday, it was checking out
garden centers... and then afternoon
game of Mexican Train..

Yep, I am bushed.. I am not use to
this much social life in one weekend.
My weekends are usually pretty mild.
Laid back kind..  Maybe yard sales
with my daughter, and maybe lunch
or coffee's and that is about it.. With
church on Sunday. 

I am getting too old for all this excitement.
Ha..Ha...  I guess this is the start of
Summer...

Yard sales, bar-b- ques, times with
friends and family... bring it on..
but pardon me, if I recharge my

batteries.. and take a nap. lol

Thursday, May 14, 2015

American Idol...the end is near

Wow, American Idol is going to the wayside.
Well, next year anyway.... so guess we get one
more to wonder who will be the one.. If you watch,
I haven't for a couple of years.

It has been on how long? 14 years I think..  So I
guess they are even it out with number 15, next year.  

When it first started, I don't think there was another
show like it.. except over in England that is... which
American copied.  

Started with Randy Jackson which was one of the
nicer but honest judge.... Who was the gal? Paula
Abdul? who was easy one everyone.. and then there
was the acid tongue of Simon Crowell..  A man who
was hated by everyone, as he was and is so full of
himself.  But as the years passed, each judge fell to
the way side... down to the 3 who are there now.
Those 3 I found to be honest, and helpful to the
contestants.

So many who sang on there, and did not win,
have gone on to bigger and better things.
Jennifer Hudson I think is the one who has gone
the furthest.  And she was out at 7th place or did
she make it to #4?

But it is time to go.. it has run it's course and
entertained us well... But I don't think people
stop their lives anymore to see who has won. 
Nick Fradiani won, in case you missed it last
night...  I didn't watch this time around.. but
was watching the singers they had on last night
as nothing else was on.

There is still the Voice for those who will miss the show

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Being a grandparent....

Being a grandparent is such a trip.  One of the
things I have said, is that, having grandchildren
is the greatest revenge you have  on your
own children.

Everything that your child did, is now being
done to them.. by their own children, your
grandchildren.

I saw a shirt that said... "If I had known that
having grandchildren was going to be so much
fun... I would have had them first."  And it is true.

I was at the small airport restaurant in R.I. and it
was really early... We, (my son, his son and myself)
were the only ones that were in there. My grandson
was about 4.  And a VERY ACTIVE boy.  He got
bored with his father and I talking and got down
from the booth.  He started at one booth and then
the next.. spilling out salt... and then sugar on to
the table. My son jumped up and yelled no, no..
and went to clean it up, only to have my grandson
hitting booth 3 by that time.  My son grabbed
him, took him back to our booth and sat him down
sternly... stay here, NOW..  I am laughing my
head off... of which my son turn to me and said..
MOM, IT ISN'T FUNNY... and I looked at him,
and said.. you have no idea how funny it is, and
won't until you get your own grandchildren. 
Which happen about 6 years ago..

Only time it isn't so much fun, is the teen years
as you see your children struggle with their
children, as they go thru the teens.  It is the
hardest part of raising children..  And it is a
long 7 years. That part isn't so much fun.. And
sometimes, that is when we grandparents have
to watch and keep our mouths shut, unless ask.
And sometimes we even have some influence
as we become sounding boards for both sides.
With out taking sides. 


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Looking back Tuesday....10 years ago

TUESDAY, MARCH 08, 2005

CRAFTS...Some people just don't have it...

I have admired people who can make things out of stuff that I probably would throw away. Or they can come up with an idea of something, just by looking at the material that is in front of them. I thought I had a pretty good imagination. I can imagine things and stories. But crafts leave me dead at the starting post. Like this past December when I came up with a project for Christmas presents. This is what I wrote to my friends.

In the great spirit of Christmas and my first year of retirement.. and at the push of friends? who seem to think anyone can do crafts if they really tried....I tried. And the greatest gift is one some one made.
Well, that is true IF 1. it is a child or 2. Someone who is gifted. It is a boldface lie when it is a adult who crafts something that looks like a child did it. But what do I know, after all my father made some fantastic wood carvings after he retired. My mother was one of the gifted. She could draw anything artist wise. She was a hellva cook. And she knitted some grand sweaters. So from these genes you would think there is a drop in my blood. But yesterday I found out for sure, what I suspected. That the gene hid until my children were born who seem to have all the talents of fore mention parents. Yes, it is true that I did a fairly good job sewing western shirts and vest when my children were young. I did them for my husband Marvin, a friend Mac, my son's and Jeanette. Made my first reversible vest for Will. Nice dark brown cord, with elk on the inside. Or the other way around if he wore it that way.
Although Jeanette said I scarred her for life because I sent her to school in a homemade western shirt. Not because it was homemade......but because the material had orange hippo and green elephants.
So two days ago, always the procrastinator, I started my attempt at Christmas present hand made. I was making...bags that you hang on a door knob or what ever and you put your grocery plastic bags in. And door draft stoppers. Now that seems innocent enough.
Sewing machines and I don't get along very well, so I sew with my grandmother's or great grandmother's 1912? portable Singer machine. This machine is suited to me... it goes forward and back. That is my sewing mentality. I cut out the material to what I wanted. The sewing went pretty well. Nothing great but fair. Until I decided to make a neck pillow for a friend. I sewed that puppy back and forth. Around that baby I went because I didn't want it to leak. 4 times around. Got the picture? I left a small hole to fill it up with. Then as I look at my handy work...it dawns on me..... the small hole? Well, it isn't big enough to turn this baby inside out. Small little detail I missed as I swung around that last corner on my fourth round. So what to do... I decide to just cut the top off. Turn it around. And then sewed a ribbon on the top for the closure. I look at my work, as my grandson walks in and says, who are you making shorts for, they sure are small? As this is in a U shape. The ribbon looked awful!!. I tried to unstitch it. Wasn't going well....cut off with scissors. I have had enough of this.. put stuff away until the next day, as tempers are rising...Not good sewing time.
The next day I wake up and look at all the draft stoppers that are sewed and thought well, I will get going on the filling. Luckily I thought enough to fill these over the sink. I decided to use barley as it is cheaper than rice and I couldn't find wheat hulls. First stopper went pretty well. Of course, a little spillage. Then sewed the end up and one draft stopper done. Not bad... It is the short one. Then went to the long ones. Using the funnel and bowl with lip, I pour the barley in and down the funnel it goes... not bad, and of course a little spillage (yes, you can see where this is going). Fill up the bowl again..oops, the rice, just a little from the bag, leaked on the counter. Then filled up to the top and sew. Nicest and heaviest snake I ever saw with bear and moose on it. Then 2 more to go... They went like the second one.. except #4...spilled on the table a little as I am sewing it. Tried to shove the barley back in as I sewed... SNAP...goes my needle.. Found another needle, but it doesn't want to work. Well, no biggie, sew by hand. And it turn out pretty well. So I am left with the bag holders and THE NECK PILLOW. The bag holders went well. Finally settling on elastic for a loop for hanging. The the PILLOW... I sew the top by hand. Back and forth... this thing is going to hold barley so can't have leakage. Finally it looks pretty good. Go to fill it. The funnel would not fit. Hole is too small. I found a smaller funnel that would fit. BUT it would only take about 8 piece of barley at a time, my patience's doesn't do 8 pieces at a time. So got to figure out something else. I find some Styrofoam cups and cut it so I can curl it, fit the bigger funnel in, and start pouring barley... it is slow by steady, until about midway. It fell over, spilling barley on the floor. But I got it up(no, I didn't put it in the pillow, althought have to admit I thought about it... hate waste) and got it done and sewed it. Looks pretty good... looks like at least a 10 year old did it. I look around..... barley everywhere. I had tracked it into the living room as well.
So I start the clean up. About 2 pounds in the sink... 3 on the floor and 1 on the counter... The buzzer is going off on the dryer... my husband walks in... looks at the mess.......he knows not to ask questions... looks at the pillow.. "interesting" he says.... Now the real test. I am giving the pillow to one of the friends who suggested that homemade gifts are the best. WE SHALL SEE....
Well, got to go..... clean up more barley.... I think this stuff is going to haunt me... like christmas fir needles that you find in July. So continue making your crafts, and I will appreciate them, but I don't think I will be joining you, thank you.
The update of this, is that everyone said they liked my "gifts". I wonder where they keep them until I come over, ha ha...
So you see, others look at a blank piece of paper and see ..... airplanes, snow flakes, and all kinds of things... I see a blank piece of paper and wonder what can I write on it... or it is just a blank piece of paper.
So see you at the arts and craft shows of the year.... I will love your crafts..

Monday, May 11, 2015

Mother's Day and holes....




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I hope all you women had a great Mother's Day.
Mine was just fine... a great day with  my local
daughter, on Saturday..   Yard sale, Farmer's market,
food court near by.. eating in the sunshine..  walk thru
our little down..  And what you see above is
my Mother's day present..  It is an angel
that is solar run, and it changes colors on the
bottom, as it lights up the face.. Pretty cool.
Along came phone calls from my son's.
Also Mother's days cards from the boys and
my oldest daughter..  Just a nice quiet
Mother's Day.. just like I like it...

Last week, I was told that a crew was going
to come out and check on a leak that the water
department found. Thankfully on their side of
the meter.   It will be just a little hole
and not tearing up the lawn like they use to do.
And they were true to their word..  It actually
was pretty amazing.
They had a power washer that sprayed water,
with a huge vacuum that pull the dirt up in the
hole they made.. down to the pipe, a quick
replacement and back filled with dirt and they
were on their way.





As they were working I wondered.. wouldn't
that be a dandy to dig a hole for a tree.. It
waters it as it takes out the dirt.. So place tree
and fill in dirt around the root and fill it up.
There you would be.. tree planted and watered
all in one unit..  Don't suppose they would
do trees... do you.. nah, didn't think so.


Thursday, May 07, 2015

The strong women of life....2

Myself... I think I already mention some
where down the road, that I use to smash
cars with my husband.  We had a truck
with a free wheeling cable wheel on the
back. With a card table size piece of iron.
We would raise it up and let it fall
down on the cars.. taking about 6 times
to flatten a car.  After we got 10 to 15
cars done.. depending on size.... we
would load them up on the semi. My
husband would use the same truck with
the cable to raise the car up into the air.
We would put a chain on each corner
of the car, then have them join in the
middle, which the hook from the cable
on the truck, would hook it and up it would
go.
My job was to make sure the car was
lined up from side to side.  Which meant
by the time we got to the top, I would
be standing on top of the cab of the semi.
And if things weren't going smoothly,
well, we would be doing this into the
night. Using my pick up truck headlights
for light on the semi.  And I would stand
up on of the cab of the semi, holding these
cars bumpers, making sure it was level
and straight and then nod my head, and
he would lower it down.  After we got
all the cars in place, we then took
cables and threw them over the load.
3 of them.. hook on one side, and
wrenching them on the other side so
that they would scrunch down more
and be tight. At 4am he would head
to Seattle (we lived in Roslyn, Wa.)
and sell the load. For $7 a ton..
When I was reading about a year or
so ago.. That scrap iron was going for
$700 to 900 dollars a TON.. I couldn't
believe it.. Marv must have been rolling
in his grave.  So much work for so little.

One of my jobs was to burn the car after
he dropped it off at our site. He would
go get cars from people who were junking
them or the Chief of Police asked us to
remove old cars from town and out in the
woods on the border of the town, where
people had dumped them.

We burnt them, because it was easier to
pull the copper wiring out of the dash
after they were burnt.

One day, I was doing that, as his partner
Mac and he were bring in the cars. I had
removed the tires off the cars and had
quite a stack for the week.  Some times
we would sell them for a buck a piece
wheel and tire. But a lot of times we
would throw them in the car before we
burnt it.  But we were really hustling
as we had to get rid of about 20 cars for
the town.  So there was the pile of tires.
I had asked them what did they want to
do with all those tires? (about 80 of them)
and they said they didn't care, put them
in the cars. 
After they left, I thought well, that is a
lot of tires to have to pick up and throw
in the couple cars we had to burn yet.

So while I poured some gas on one of
the cars near by, I ...... well... accidentally
spilt some on the tires.. (that is my story
and I am sticking with it) ...and the whole
pile went up in flames... 
About 5 minutes later the guys came back
with another car.  Their faces were something
to behold.  Marv asked me WHAT THE HELL?
 I told him, it was easier that way.. Well, I never
saw him dump a car so fast and flew down the
road out of there. See the black smoke was about
30 feet high.  
About 5 minutes after they left, in comes a green
truck... and a green fire truck.  DNR... Dept. of
Natural Resources...  Lucky for me, they knew
me..  I told them what happen,  about the accidental
gas spillage...   As they started to head back to the
trucks, they shook their heads and said.. well, don't
let it happen again..

Obviously this is before EPA existed or at least in
our area.   They sure ruin a fun time.. as we couldn't
burn cars anymore at the end.  
Found out later that I was the first car smasher.
I actually did two loads by myself.

Marv decided when the price dropped to $6 a ton,
he would go to work with the semi somewhere
else until the price came back up.  But it didn't work
out, so he called home and said he was heading home.
I told him I smashed a small load for Mac (his truck
was smaller and only could take 4)... he couldn't
believe it.. So he told me, well, then start smashing
a load for me, I will be home in 2 days.  and I did.

In spite of the hard work, it was a fun time.  I didn't
think anything of it, when I was doing it.. it had to
be done.. and I knew I could.. so I did it.

After Marv died... I became a nurses aide for 17+
years.. not as much fun.   And the funny looks
when my employer asked what did I do for work
before.. and I said... smashed cars..  She said one
at a time... or for a living..  I told her both. as you
can only smash one at a time. lol...


Wednesday, May 06, 2015

The strong women of life

I have always been considered a tomboy. I
didn't do the doll bit. Only had one and it was
a Sparkle Plenty doll. Long blonde hair after
Dick Tracy's daughter from the comics.. But
I decided that Sparkle would look better in
short hair.  Cut all of the 18 inches of hair off
the doll..   That ended dolls for me.
After that it was barns, horse, dogs and cats.
Stuffed and non...

As I got older, I was the strong one. I thought
it was because my mother raised me to be
strong as she wasn't the normal mother. She
was a single child of a single child.. so wasn't
quite sure what to do with two kids.  She was
tough.  To survive I learn to be strong. Which
helped me in life.

But I am from strong stock...as my grandmother
on my father's side... not only raised 4 children,
but when her husband (my grandfather) was so
sick, she ran their livery stable. She had a hired
hand, but she keep the business going, keeping
the customers happy... getting supplies, and
making sure all the horses were in good shape.
As well as nurse my grandfather, did wash,
in the old days (this is 1918 and etc) 
you did it by hand. Also keep up with the
cooking and baking and all the regular wife
chores. This went on for almost a year.

My mother, was not your average housewife.
She had the horse farm.  small one.. but also
in her spare time.. She sewed fishing nets.
Not your small scoop up fishing nets..
But the full long ocean trapping nets.
She would have the white nets strung
(to my father's dismay) from one side
of the living room to the other. Piecing
them together. See they were about half
a block long, straight and then there was
a box with a funnel like on one side. Then
there was a long straight section, like the
other side had. The net would be laid out
in the ocean, with buoy like corks to float
the top, and lead weights to hold down the
bottom.. the straights would lead the fish
into the funnel of the box.. The fishermen
would have a skiff, on each side of the
sides of the box section. And they would
go out daily, and lift the box netting up into
the skiff until  the fish were seen swimming.
They had a netted scoop, that scooped up the
fish out of the top of the  net and into the
holding hole in the ship.  They would have
at least two of these nets.  Replacing one
each year.  This was in late 1940"s.

The winter months my mother would
spend sewing them together adding the
corks and the lead weights to the top and
bottom.
And in the spring the fishermen would take
it to the tar pit.  Which they had lit the box
underneath with fire wood.  When the
tar was hot, they would run the net thru it
and then spread it out on the acres they
owned behind out house to dry.

During the summer months, my mother
would walk the nets that were brought
in from the ocean, and check for holes.
Sewing up those holes one by one.
They rotated the nets every two weeks.
So it was an on going job. 
And she was the first woman to ever
do that job. They interviewed her one
time and wrote an article on her.
Tomorrow, I will tell you what I use to do.