Took my grandson to see Narnia, Lion, Witch and Wardrobe... And the movie was enjoyable.
I rate movies by 1. theater 2.video and 3..T.V. Meaning that is where they should be watched. Narnia was a 2. I enjoyed being with my grandson so that is why we were in the theater. But being there, also reminded me why I don't usually go there.
When I go to the movies, I like to go to the matinee show. It is cheaper, and less people. But it always makes me wonder.
After all there are 100 seats in the theater. And on most occasions, there is about 10 to 15 people in there. So why do they sit in front of me? I mean, right in front of me. They could go to the right of me. They could be several seats below me. They could even be across the aisle from me. I have even tried to sit up higher or lower but they still sit in front of me. And of course the adult sits in the chair right in front of me. So I am missing 10% of the screen. And they shift from side to side.. This is why I don't like go to theaters.
And yesterday was almost as bad. Now there were a lot more people there. Probably 30 or even 40 there. Lots of kids with adults. After all this is kind of a kids movie.
The movie starts, and the talking starts in the seats behind me. Previews, so I am not too upset, but then it is getting louder. As if they are in competition with the sound. Yakky yakky yakky.. After about 15 minutes of this I finally turn around and glared. I was about to ask them to go get coffee and have a nice chat, and let the rest of us enjoy the picture. You see they were too old women.
I know, I am an old woman too. But at least I have the sense to keep my mouth shut when I am in a movie theater.
Last night I went out around town to see Christmas lights. I use to take my grandson around when he was 5 to 10 years old. Now he is 15.
I was downtown picking him up when I decided to swing thru some of the old neighborhoods. And to my surprise there were very few homes with lights. One of the pricier neighbors had about 20% of the houses with lights. What happen to the competitions between neighbors?
Sandpoint lost one of their top house displays man this year. A man called Hansen always had quite a display. Grinch and everything. We drove by and half of it was lit and the other half was not. But it was nice to see his children had set it up, as he had passed several months ago.
But even the stores were lacking. The downtown streets of Oak, or Main. The park had hardly any. Jones Park did have a nice trees. At least 5th Avenue had their trees lit. Like ballerina on each side.
Even my own town isn't much for lights. BUT, our street can stand proud. Only 3 houses out of the 2 and half blocks doesn't have lights.
Sadly, next week, it will be dark again. Until next year. Hopefully more people will get into the spirit of it. I guess the high price of electric bills has a lot to do with it. We only leave ours on from 6 to 8 or 9 p.m.
This is a follow up on my blog of December 15, 2005 Why Do These Things Happen?
Judge Issues Order Allowing Evicted Woman To Return Home House Can't Be Sold Until Jan. 12 UPDATED: 7:19 pm EST December 23, 2005 PROVIDENCE -- An 81-year-old Providence woman evicted from her home for failing to pay a sewer bill will be allowed to return after all. That's after a Superior Court judge issued a preliminary injunction Friday on behalf of Madeline Walker. The order means Walker's Chester Avenue house can't be sold again before a hearing on Jan. 12. Walker was evicted from her home of 53 years earlier this month. The house has since changed hands. The case drew Gov. Don Carcieri's attention, he found a lawyer to take up the matter. ................................................................................ All of which makes me wonder... what happens next. First you got the $500, if they didn't pay it before, will they pay it now? After all she and the family knew for 2 years or more. No one acted on that.
Seems the lawyer for her, thinks she wasn't mental able to understand the whole thing. But the thing is, her daughter did. So have to watch this to see how it comes out.
Then, also, she got to move back in her house for Christmas..(I am sure it must be for the feel good effect) But first it was Out and then back In and what happens if this doesn't come out in her favor.. back Out again? That seems kind of cruel... and will some one donate the money? Then, of course, there could be the person who buys it but lets the elderly woman stay until she goes to a nursing home or dies. Interesting.
He….I know they are nice looking, but do you really need 20 goblet glasses of 4 different colors? And where are you going to put them? She… Oh, I will find a place, we need them for our parties. He… what parties?
Mom, can’t we go yet? All these tree ornaments are boooooooooring.. I want to go home and play with my toys.
Girl 1…. Oh, just look at these. Aren’t these so beautiful? Girl 2…. Yea, I guess, just don’t give it to me next year…
Two girls watching a woman fill her cart. Girl 1.. did you see that woman? Girl 2.. yea, those are the ugliest plastic glasses I have ever seen, and she must have bought 30 of them.
Little boy walking by with his mother.. So, if I go around this store one more time with you, you will clean my whole room?
Thanks for the good times… the Memories… Biking to the penny candy store at the end of Beacon Street.
Helping out with the seine fishing net with the folks, and us catching the blow porcupine fish that we played with. That blew up when scared and deflated when it wasn’t.
The trips on the Mary Jo, picnics in Fort Adams cove… and Jamestown cove. The trips to Prudence Island. The Bluegrass Festival while we ate on the Mary Jo. The many boat races we saw. How we laugh now about how you got a rope around your waist and I didn't when the folks taught us how to swim, by throwing us off the boat. We figured they were saving the family name. lol
The huge Navy ships that we rode by. And the day that our little boat motor got caught on their side net as we pulled away. After Dad telling them what kind of fish we were catching and with what. . The Mayflower replica that we got to board.
The many years of haying. The rides home on the loose hay, on top of the truck. It is a wonder we didn’t slide off and get killed. The runs across the barn roof and jumping on the haystacks. Drinking out of the water pumps the farmers had.
The stories we told on Friday nights, when the folks went out for the night. Some of them funny, some of them scary…
For the times you came and got me, to calm down your acquaintances that got rowdy, or were bullies.
The years of dishes on Thanksgiving with the folk’s friends over for dinner. The years of trying to out guess each other on what Santa brought us.
The times we, as a family, killed the chickens, You running the headless chickens down and me plucking feathers..
The rides we endured to horses show all over the states. What did we do, while she showed the horses? The times we walked Smokey all night long when he had green grass colic.
Lobster, quahogs and cleaning a gunny sack of scallops and buckets of oysters with our families together. Making of the Stuffy’s That we made in an assembly line, with our families combined….
The trouble we got into and we drove our parents to distraction. The times you squealed on me, and I on you. The times we cried about before, but laugh about now.
Well, we are on the count down. 4 more days and this will be all just a memory to be stashed with all the rest.
My daughter brought over all my share of our cook off of Monday. And I was finishing last night, the candied orange and grapefruit peels. It is a thing my mother use to make.
You cook the rinds until they are almost clear. Then cool and then peel out the white stuff in the peel. Cut in stripes about 1/4 in. wide. Then roll it in sugar and let dry. The King saved the day, as he got out the food dryer and they came out well.
Then the bright idea of tipping them in chocalate. Yes, that sounds good. But I found out that boiling the choc. chips, did not make a dipping choc. Then I tried microwaving the choc. to see if I could get it thinned. Well, I don't know if I should tell you what happened next...
You see, the King and I have gotten sucked into a new program... DEAL OR NO DEAL And he yelled at me, come look at this guy... he only has 4 boxes, left and he is going for it.
I only left for a few minutes... I think.... the down side of this I had the biggest, hardest, rock of chocalate in a ball in a bowl. I should also say, it was the biggest DRY ball.
I froze it. Named it 2 12oz. choc. Someday, I will take it out and figure out what to do with it.
Only 4 more days... and no more days of holiday cooking. YEA!! Going to our daughter's for Christmas dinner after church...
The rest of it it is all downhill heading for Spring.
Monday afternoon was a day to behold.. We drove up in the woods to a lodge for a wedding of a young lady I have known since she was in school with my daughter over 20 years ago.
This young lady just got back from Kuwait and decided to marry the young man whom she has known for a few years.
She picked the right place at the right time. We drove up to the lodge and parked our car.
We were about to sit down, when it started to snow. Just lightly. You know the soft, slow dropping thru the air. The kind that pictures are taken of ... And that is what this was.
Picture a very large log lodge. With very big windows. And as the snow was falling, a red sleigh appeared coming up the path. Stopping in front of the lodge. Out steps the bride, in white and white cape that covered her from her ears to her feet. And her 7 year old daughter in white as well, and a white cape also. They step up the stairs, and down the deck to the door. They stepped into the room, with snow sparkling in their beautiful hairdo's.
They were helped out of their capes, and then the little girl walked to the aisle and started to toss white roses petals for her mother to walk thru as she and her father were walking down the aisle to the waiting young man. Who beamed with love for this young lady.
The rest of the ceremony was lead off with the asking of...who gives this woman away, to which the father says, I do, her father.
It was a lovely wedding, and you could tell how happy every one was. Her parents, brothers and sisters join in, welcoming this young man into their family as they took pictures. And his family did the same for her.
I thought back to the days, that this young lady who honored me with the title of Mom2, and how she was an awkward teen, of the 8th grade, growing in all directions. And Monday, her wedding day... she is the Snow Princess who come to claim her Prince.
What a lovely young lady she has grown up to be.
May the world be your apple, may life keep you both safe. May your love last until you are both old and grey and more. God Bless you, Shelly and Mike.
I am dancing... yes, dancing for joy SPRING IS COMING...no really. It is coming. How do I know, because today in the mail I got my Tomato Growers Catalog. And we all know that Spring is coming, when our garden catalogs start, right?
Ok, if you want to be a downer, I guess I will try not to be so excited. But with seed catalogs, I start thinking about it.
I don't want to hear anymore about the festivies of the week. No, this isn't about the Christmas vs Holiday thing. This has nothing to do with the commercialism of Christmas and etc.
This has to do with the cooking bake off of yesterday. I had 4 recipes, that I made up the dough this past weekend for yesterday. My daughter did at least that many if not more. And she was running candy thru during the waiting for the cookies to cook. So if we say she did 4 recipes of cookies, that is 8 different kinds, and 3 to 4 pans of each recipe. That is 24 to 32 pans of cookies. Times 16 to 20 each...
And of course you have to taste one to make sure it came out. We started with one cookie each to test. Then we switched to one half of a cookie each to test. After 5 hours, it was you taste it, ........no, you taste it... no, that is ok.... you tell me how it taste. And then the candies as well. We called in the expert taster, my grandson.
I don't want to look at another cookie or candy, or anything sweet for a very long time.
Which is a good thing...... I got on the scale yesterday... Not good... not good at all...
This is going to be a day on the run. Starting with barely a cup of coffee and then go.
See today, my daughter and I are going to do a cookie and candy bake off. We both have been putting together, cookie dough over the weekend. And this morning we have 3 hours to get them all done.
We started a year or two ago with a day or two of baking cookies and candies, for the holidays. But this year has been running away with both of us. Each doing our own thing. Shopping, and all that kind of stuff.
Then at noon, it is get ready for a wedding of a friend. Her high school friend, who I get the privilege of being called Mom2.
This young lady just got back from Kuwait, after a year of service. And now she is ready to walk down the aisle with a nice young man at 3 p.m.
You know I am really trying to get along here. But I am really getting fed up and becoming a grouch. I have tried to be so political correct and go with the changing times. You know the woman, man, person thing.
The not bragging about my country so much, so I don't offend people. But lately this is getting really hard. The idiot who couldn't get the law changed about Under God thing, is now trying to get rid of In God We Trust off of our money. He must have been reading the emails, as there was one going around that, said if they don't like the word God then maybe they would turn all their money over to the email sender.
From what I have heard, and I am not the most educated person. But I have read there is no where, no law saying we are to keep state and church separate. In fact I read that the only place that has that is Russia.. So why if that is a fact, do we have people scream it at the top of their lungs? Isn't there any one with Common Sense to stop all this? Is the ACLU bending things to suit themselves, and no one is actually dealing with truth?
Our forefathers, put in a good system. Why are we all a sudden changing everything? All the buildings in Washington DC have a bible reference some where in the building, etched in stone or wood. This is what this country is founded on.
In the 1970's there was the saying, Love it or Leave it. My thought is, if all of our forefathers system is so offensive to those who complain... shouldn't they be finding a country that they do like. We have like this country just the way the forefathers set it up. With God in mind. I don't recall a state and church thing. The closest I remember is that our country was basis on freedom of speech AND religion.
That we welcome all religions, and that we were to be tolerant of each others religion, not forbid it to be seen anywhere. And if you don't have a religion, then so be it. Don't put us down because we do, we don't put you down because you don't have one.
I came from a town that was heavy in Jewish population. It has the first Syngogne in the United States. No one in our school made fun of the Jewish people. No one made a fuss when the Jewish children didn't come to school on their religious holidays. They didn't condemn us for having Christmas.
So what the heck has changed in the past 20 years and is getting worse. Why can't we honor each others religion?
I heard that we try to destroy what we do not understand. That what we do not understand we fear, so we destroy it. Is that what is going on?
So pardon me if I am not quite political correct anymore.
If I am not here, check the jail house... I will be the one behind bars for saying MERRY CHRISTMAS and for those who don't like it...well, I would tell you where to go, but you don't believe in hell, so what would be the use...
Yesterday I was reading about an 81 year old lady who was moved out of her home of 50 years, in Providence, R.I.
As they said in the article, it wasn't because of taxes or non payment of a mortgage payment. It was her sewer bill. Yes, sewer bill. This started in 2003.
Now before we get to teary eyed over this, some of it was hers and her family's fault. Some of it has my head shaking. She had 1 year to come up with the money. About $500 worth. She or her family. And I wonder why her family didn't.
The part that makes my head shake, is that first, it was June 2003 and she paid half, $498 and leaving $500 left to be paid. BUT they sold her house Novemember 2003, to whom I don't know and it was sold for $500. And they gave her 1 years to pay that $500 and she could have the house back. That is where I wondered why her family didn't pay it.
What I wonder is ... why was her home sold for $500 just 5 months later? What was the rush? Did they offer her payments? Like $50 a month or what. And now she has been moved out of the house, which by the way the Governor is upset that this happen over a sewer bill and she was ousted around the holidays.
The Narragansett Bay Commission said they sent her many notices. So for this, I can't rant and rave, as she and her daughter had plenty of time to fix this. Also it is now a year past when she could have been ousted.
But what happens to the house? The new owner, who is that? And surely they are going to resell it, so what happens to all that money? Houses in R.I. have been selling for over $200,000 for years. Many, many years, unless it is really a dump. So just for sake of argument, the place is worth $150,000 because it is over 50 year old house (not old by R.I. standards) then does the lady get any of this money? If not, then this seems just wrong. Some one gains $145,500 by buying a house for $500 sewer bill? It is morally wrong, for sure. There is a new law that was suppose to prevent this from happening, but like all laws, by the time the item got to be a law, it was watered down. I am going to put the story site here. So you can copy it to read all of the story.
But then again, the family never should have let it get this far.
Stuff everywhere. We have photos in frames everywhere. Some on the tables, on the TV, and on the walls. We have one form or another of knick knacks on shelves, near the TV, and even on my computer desk here.
I had to clean up the table of pictures. I stacked them in two piles, his and mine. I found a place ..temporary... to put mine. I placed the King's on top of his little filing cabinet, under his STUFF. Well, he found it last night, and had a small teesy. "What the heck am I going to do with them, he asked." Told him to leave them there until after the holidays.
Put the knick knacks in a box. And even with that I only have a few Christmas things out. Cards, candles, church, angels, just to name a few.
I have the boxes down in the garage to bring all the stuff inside to put up. But as I looked in the boxes, I thought, I have half a mind to put them all back up on the shelf. After all in two weeks, I will just have to pack it all back up again. And I am not looking forward to that.
I did get into to putting lights up outside. More than we usually have. But didn't do the big tree this year. Around the house, across the front of the little garage, the back deck, and fence.
Maybe I should start putting the decorations out just after Halloween. Then it won't seem like such a chore for a short time.
When the King and I were heading to Tri-cities this past weekend, we saw the most beautiful sunset.
It was the most beautiful colors of pink, peach, reds, yellows and thru it was the sky behind.
Which was a pastel of blues and greens like. And with the plains of Ritzville and fields along side of 395, it was the most enjoyable scene for an hour and half. Which I thought maybe I might be driving the King crazy as I kept saying, Oh, look at it, isn't it beautiful, as it would change slightly. But after about 30 miles, he, too, was commenting on it. I told him it would almost be worth moving over there just for the sunset.
And why don't I have a picture to go with this? Because I stupidly didn't take my digital camera. And we were in Tri-cities, when the King said, oh, I have a camera in the glove box.... Men.
Going out to dinner from time to time, there is one thing that drives me nuts.
No, not the smokers. It is children. Badly behaved children. I know I will get the Grouch of the Year award for this, but I wish there were a separate rooms at restaurants. Like they use to have the no smoking room, and the one for the smokers.
If I recalled many years back they use to have two rooms. One was called the family dining. That was for those with children.
Don't get me wrong I love kids. At the store, at fair grounds, parks, McDonald, Burger King, and etc. .
But when I have to pay the big bucks to eat in a dining room. I want QUIET. I don't want Jr. kicking the back of my booth. Or running up and down the room or around the chairs, with mom or dad in tow..some times. I don't want screaming. I want QUIET. They use to ask you smoking or non-smoking when you walked in. I wanted to say, non Children, please.
My kids never saw the inside of a dining room of a restaurant until they were teens. We went to the mom and pop type of hamburger places. You know the ones with outside sitting. My kids were normal messy kids. And if they acted up, then they were put in the car. I didn't take them to dining rooms because I wanted to eat my food in peace. I wanted others to eat their food in peace.
Now I will take that Grouch of the Year award. Thank you. Unless you want to wait until I do the blog on people in restaurants who use their cell phones.
Being I got my hair cut today, I wanted a picture so I could use it for my MSN messenger picture...
So I asked King to take a picture. I sit him down across from me and said.... here I will take your picture, so I can show you what I want. I take his picture. Straight forward. Just right, no bow of head, no turkey neck... See this is what I want. The following is what I got.
The first one is me telling him how close I want the picture...He takes the picture. As I am explaining, how I didn't want the turkey neck view.
The second picture is where I try again, and tell him, please do not take the picture until I say ok. He took the picture as I said that. The fourth picture, well, it is as close as I know I am going to get before I strangle him, as he is laughing.
See yesterday, I gave up my hair for Locks of Love. I have been growing it for 14 months. So off it goes, which was good. But what do I do with what is left. This is what I ended up with and I like it. So far I have had good reviews on it. I can even spike it if I wanted to. lol...
The picture for the MSN Messenger? I chose another that I took earlier, with the camera on the Bronco.
I look in the paper and see the prices of toys for kids. I am amazed at the prices. And thankful that I don't have to buy for kids anymore. I just send a card and some money to the grandchildren. 99% of them live out of state. So this way I know I got the right size, it is in style, the right color and the shipping is only 37 cents (until the first of January).
But the other part I wonder about was the kids themselves. If you pay $399 for a toy, and then are encourage to buy the $299 package of accessories that go with it? Also the games that go with it run from $29 to $49. What do you do next year? What is the kid expecting from you. And only present? No, they refer to presents, in the plural sense.
When I was raising mine, they got clothes as their main presents. This was replenishing the school clothes time of the year. Then they got several small items that were $5.00 or less. The older the child the closer to the $5.00 they got. And then there was the big toy...$25.00. Now times this, for each kid.
I know this added to my bah humbug attitude that I had to hide from my kids. After all how can you compete with the other families? When they other kids come back to school with the stories of their great presents of stereo's and etc. Then if you all visit on Christmas day... and your kid breaks their kids toy...wow... The paying a price that you never would have spent for your kids. That is why we never visited on Christmas day. Didn't want my kids breaking others toys, or have their kids break my kids toys. Beside you have all week to visit. Christmas day is for your own family.
I do have to say, my kids were great. They were always, and I do mean always, grateful for what they got. They never sat there with a long face on Christmas morning, because they didn't get the latest greatest toy.
I know just because they make it, doesn't mean the parent has to buy it. After all they make Cadillac's and Rolls Royce's, but we all don't drive them. But there is a lot more pressure on parents by kids and ads. And when you hear a kid say, "well it is only $400", like it was only $5.00 well, I don't know about you, but I gringe.
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 of 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.
Christmas verses Christ Day, or Santa Day verses Christ Day.
Being Santa seems to be a non judgmental icon,(so far no one seems to be offended by him) after all who can be mad at a man who laughs all the time, and makes people happy? He seems to be taking over December 25, anyway.
And being if memory serves me right, that there is no where in the bible that says that Jesus was born on December 25th, itself. .
How about having Christ Day on December 27th. That is the day us Christians can devote to our Lord. The Jewish people have Hanukkah, and the others have their own day. This way we can have our own day. No one gets offended because everyone has their own day.
Christmas, then could be celebrated by everyone. It actually should be called PRESENT DAY. Not to be confused with President day. But if that is too much, we can have it be Santa Day.
So on the 25th of December they can still have Santa. There still can be dinners and presents, lots of presents, just like now. There will be no religion, so no offense taken. Heck we can even make it the 3rd Sunday of December. And every one can celebrate Santa Day. Jewish, Blacks, Muslins, you name the religion, and they can celebrate and buy more, and more presents.
On Jesus Day, we can have prayer, and meet with friends and family for dinner. We can have fish and bread. (what a wonderful change, after turkey for Thanksgiving and Santa Day).
Do you think we can get Congress to go for it? Surely they would be pleased not to have their people complaining about being offended.
And the card companies will be thrilled. After all, another card day. And Commerce will be thrilled with all the money spent, as everyone will buy. For everyone.
We got her last Dec. And she was a inside cat all thru the winter. Being a kitten, she wasn't wise to the wonders of the outdoors.
Then in the Spring time, and the weather was about 40 degrees warmer, the King took her outside to the see how she would like it.
Well, she loved it. She ran all thru the yard, the garden. She even ventured across the street, in to the fields,much to my displeasure. She would run thru the culvert in our driveway. Especially if I was trying to get her back in.
In short order she and the screen in the front door met. The cat won and the screen on the bottom became her cat door. Coming and going to her pleasure.
Every morning she would dive thru the back door, when the King would leave for work. Any chance she got she flew thru there no matter what time of the day it was. And a couple times she ended up staying outside over night. Not making me a happy camper.
She is a delight, and has brought much joy to our lives, but she is a typical cat. She is in charge and we are her staff.
So here it is winter again. And she is disgusted with us for putting down that cold white stuff. Her first shot out of the house last week, on to the deck, and the fastest turn around seen in mankind lately, she was in the house.
As you can see from the picture below, she checks from time to time, to see if someone has removed the stuff.. She can't understand what she did to have this all occur.
Stebbijo's Choice blog yesterday talked about inventions... Which brought to my mind, one I had about 30 years ago. And everyone thought for a moment when I mention it, and then said Nah, never happen and laughed.
It would be timely to bring it up now, being snow and ice and car accidents are on the rise. So what is this invention idea I had? No laughing, ok?
I had a vision, and I still think someday, someone with power will come up with the same idea I had 30+ years ago.
That is as each road that is upgraded, to install a electric like wiring or plates underneath the cement or paved roads. Kind of like an electric blanket. And then it would be powered by the electric poles near the road. Every road has power going down the roads, either underground (now) and on the poles. They would be turn on by a switch or by the road temps getting below 30 degrees.
One naysayer said that would turn the roads into flooding roads. I don't think so, as it would be gradual and there is the ditches, and etc. that would take the water. I would think the money that insurance could save by decrease of accidents would more than pay for the price to keep the roads warm, no snow, no ice on the roads.
Tomorrow skiing opens up on the Mountain, and all the skiers have been watching the snow up there. Today we have sunshine, so for the first time in almost 2 weeks, the natives can see the progress of the mountain covered with snow.
And someday I hope I can get a camera with a zoom. So I can get the mountain instead of the local scene..
I decided to print out a series of (in my opinion) best of my blog. I am printing it out for a friend of the family who does not have a computer.
I would say I have about 2/3 of the blog in there. After refining it and printing it out. I have 188 pages!! Boy, that is a lot of words. It looks like a flaming manuscript.
The King, as he is helping me line up all the pages, said.."Now, I suppose you are going to make this into a book and become famous. And too rich to talk to me."
I about fell off the chair. Told him Good Lord, no. No company would buy it, and I would be embarrassed. That he was stuck with me and to be poor. lol...
We have at least mainly, 2 different personalities.
One is the at home personality. We have what we are like with our family. Relaxed mostly. Usually what you see is what you get... inside and outside alike. You have your way you take care of your house. Neat freak, Martha Stewart type. Or the house looks like the relax person. Clean but cluttered. Especially if there is young children in the house hold. It is home. Some like anyone to drop by, others are the, please call first type. Some are open house, some are private.
Then there is the job personalities.
This is usually the uptight you. Or at least reserved you. You know your job, you expect certain things of your fellow employee's and you know your boss expects certain things of you. There are exceptions to this rule. Some are happy campers, no matter what. And some are real uptight no matter what.
Then there is the blogger personalities. That person is the inter you. And the more unknown you are to others, the more relax you are to say what you want. The shy, can talk to anyone. You relax, and have fun... and then there are some who are angry. So they will let their hair down and tell the world how it is, according to them. I have found that most bloggers have fun and have a great sense of humor.
Those who have an ax to grind, or on a soap box, leave me shaking my head and wondering why they are so angry. Once in a while I do get on the soap box myself. The When did Children become Disposable, is one. But for the most part, I try to find the humor in life. So what are we really like? Ask 8 people and you probably get 8 different answers.
As a blogger, I think I take life lighthearted. As a worker, I was serious, and tunneled vision and accused of being tactless, because I expected the same out of others as I would do myself. As an everyday person, I am concern about my friends, and family. Hope to always be there when needed. At home, I am a cluttered person, trying to reform... and play it loose.
I read with interest this past weekend that they are thinking of a different way to get money for roads and bridges repair.
The Government doesn't think they are getting enough money. They say they aren't getting enough to keep up with the repair prices. But I find that hard to believe..after all they tell us all the time, that more and more drivers are hitting the road. More and more families have 2 to 4 cars. So as all those cars are gassing up, aren't they getting all that tax money?
Seems in the works is a tax on Hybrid cars. Now that ought to just tick off the owners of them. After all they went to those to save money. Well, the government thinks, that they should pay extra because they aren't paying enough gas taxes. Seems the government has figured out that being they don't buy as much gas, therefore not enough taxes are being paid by them. But they use the roads just as much as us gas hogs do.
Then there is the pay as you travel tax they would like to pass instead of a gas tax. Or maybe they want to have both.
Seems Oregon has a voluntary GPS installed in their vehicles and then pay as you travel instead at the pump.
I am not sure how they do that. Do they send you a monthly charge by what the GPS tells them the miles you drove?
Will they give a break to the people who commute to their jobs that are 50 or more miles away? Some how that doesn't seem fair. The guy who lives 3 miles from his job pays little. And the guy who works in Spokane or Coeur d' Alene, but lives in Sandpoint pays thru the teeth... or rather the GPS.
Then you have the Big Brother attitude I am sure the people will fight. While I don't go anywhere of interest to anyone. Still the fact that the government knows where I am at....at all times.. well, that kind of unnerves me. How about you?
One..two....one ... two... No, that is not an earthquake in Sandpoint.That is all of us, trying to lose some of those pounds we put on over the weekend. I even made it the full 2 and half miles on my walk today.
After all we have Christmas coming up. And if that isn't bad enough, think food.... food everywhere. Go visit friends.... have some Christmas cookies. Office party, got to have food.. pot luck food, and of course seven kinds of cakes, pies, candy, and all the rest. Then the big dinner itself.
And it keeps coming. The stores are full of it. And the worse is after Christmas. Everyone is sick of food. All the New Year diets coming up. So you got to get rid of this food. So you send home care packages with your friends. You pack it up and leave it at work in the break room in hopes the MIKIE'S will eat it all.
Ah, yes, One...two.. one .. two.. jumping jacks, walking miles, got to get rid of this weight. All I did was take one tablespoon of everything across the counter. Then went back just for the in-turkey stuffing, and yams, and salad...just a little... But it was just tablespoons. Trouble is there was 35 different things to take a tablespoon of. Filled up the plate, those tablespoons.
BUT I was strong.... I did not have any pie. Nope, no pie, cake, or any of those... did I partake in. That is until the next day, that is.
Well, can't type and do jumping jacks. So here I go ...off to pound those pounds off. One... two .. one ... two... maybe if I do an extra mile of walking this afternoon,..... do you think?
As many of you set out today and early tomorrow, to go to enjoy your Thanksgiving Dinner with friends and family, please keep in mind, to keep it safe.
We are heading out to have dinner and times with old friends. Ones that go back 30+ years. This is our first non-family dinner. And with the lost of one of my Head Chefs, this month, from the past, aka Dad, my thoughts will be with his family.
So I wish you all a wonderful day with friends and family. Eat well, and count your blessings.
And if the creek don't rise, and the snow doesn't drift, I will be back here early Monday morning... tossing words again..
Many years ago, when my husband Marvin was alive, we had moved to R.I. And then there was the first Thanksgiving dinner together at Mom and Dad’s house. We went to sit down at the table, and I saw the look on Marv’s face. I whispered in his ear…. Outside in…
You see on the left is 3 forks… on the left is two spoons and one knife. You say WHAT? Well, it gets worse for those of us, who use one plate and one fork, one spoon and one knife. There is a large plate, but don’t put food on it. There are extras and after all these years, I have forgotten some of them. I am sure there is someone who was raised like I was, who will tell you all of them. Because they still use them all. Me, I am a 3 utensil gal.
So what does Outside in, mean? It means to use the utensil from the outside and go inward. The first fork is your cocktail fork. The second one is the main fork and the third fork is your dessert fork. But then again, there might be a fourth fork. That one would be between the cocktail fork and the main fork. Because that would be your salad fork. Got it? Cocktail fork, salad fork, main fork, and dessert fork. Now going over to the other side… you have a large head spoon. That is your soup spoon. And then your main spoon. And of course every one has to have a knife to cut with. Then there is a tiny bowl with salt in it… it has a teensy spoon in that. And if it is really done up right, there is a tiny bowl of water. To wash your fingers off. All these are of course, as my mother would say… are sterling silver.
But what about the large plate? Well, that one is called a serving plate. You NEVER EVER eat off the serving plate. That is to sit each course on. First the shrimp cocktail cup sits there, then the soup bowl sits there, and then the main plate sits on top of that..(that being the second large plate.) and then to finish it up, the desert plate or bowl sits there. BUT never eat off the serving plate. One of my uncle did that once. Oh, what a rise that was. My mother’s friend got up from the table and went into the kitchen and said… Betty, do you know what he did, of which … my mother looked. Oh, the Horror of it all. And it was the tale of many years later, Thanksgivings.
Thanksgiving Dinner was served as this, year after year…and my duty as a child and as an adult was to wash and polish all that silver. Which, I hated with a passion as a child. As an adult it wasn’t so bad, as it was like polishing up an old friend. (my real friends will like that phase). And this is what was served.
Shrimp Cocktails, Onion Soup, Turkey, mashed potatoes, mashed summer squash, mashed turnips (my favorite) gravy, stuffing, Relish dish was 3 kinds of pickles, black olives, green stuffed olives, tiny pickled onions, stuffed celery, green onions Rolls. Choice of pies, usually apple, mince and pumpkin Ice cream for the pies.
I am sure my brother could remember more of these than I, as he attend more of them than I did. He always lived in R.I. Me, being the wayward child, only did the first 17 years and then 4 more with my family in the 70’s.
The other Thanksgiving is California style
Skip the cocktails and soup. But the rest was pretty much the same. Oh, yea, skip the fancy table settings. And add about 10 more people. The Chef? My Uncle.. better know as Dad to all of those of us who shared our meal with him.
Both dinners were quite filling. Both great cooks.
Pretty much the same as the California style. And in the past 18 years the Chef changed to the King. He loves to cook. He does a great job. Although the King cooks his carrots and turnips together. No squash.
May you all have a great Thanksgiving… great food, great friends and family and many great conversations. And remember you are adding to the memories of Thanksgiving for your children and theirs.
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.
Today, I am running a comment from my niece in R.I. who read Education on my blog. Because I think her comments have merits, I decided to run it today.
When I was in H.S. (1974-78) there was a program which gave you hands-on. The girls mostly went into the nursing program and every morning they went (by bus) to the technical school for nursing. This program gave them a grade in H.S. and allowed them to cut time from college also. I am not sure what the boys did but I think in was machine shop and auto mechanics.
I do know what you mean regarding a lot of adults returning to school and somehow it does seem backwards. Here is some thoughts:
Maybe when you have a child getting up at 5:30 in the morning to catch a bus at 6:45 to be in school at 7:15 and then get out at 1:30 they are just too tired to learn.
Maybe when the parent doesn't get home until 5:30 they don't do homework and the parent is too tired to check.
Maybe the parent doesn't understand the homework.
Maybe the child doesn't understand the homework and knows the parent doesn't understand the homework.
Maybe the teachers don't have enough authority over the children and therefore don't care like they used to.
Maybe the classes have too many children.
Maybe the teachers have too much job security and the Union protects them too much.
Maybe the teacher thinks the student read the assignment before class.
Maybe the student has a part-time job and thinks he/she is rich.
Maybe the student is in the hole with a car payment and insurance and doesn't see the whole picture.
Maybe there isn't enough guidance at the school level.
Maybe the students are thinking too much of drugs,sex, and rock-n-roll or maybe they are not thinking about it but actually doing it.
Today I took my daughter to UMASS to interview for an internship with Disney. I am surprised at the many opportunities students now have with so many BIG companies! The interview was very informative and I am so impressed!
Here is how it works (more or less): You interview like a regular job. In about 2 weeks they extend and invite (or not).
You go to Disney from January to May living in the Disney Apartments Disney pays you $6.40 per hour while you work an average of 30 hours a week. Disney provides the uniforms Disney has a private college where you choose a college course you take while at Disney. The grading is either (P or F) or grade, your choice. You get Thursdays nights and Fridays off. Free transportation to work, college, shopping (Wal-Mart's) and other destinations. Free pass to enter the parks. Attend Disney enrichment programs on subjects like: networking, time management, job shadowing and such. Disney extends the benefits to visiting family members with 1/2 price on lodging of choice and park tickets.
Then on the other side of the coin: Her college in Quincy gives her 15 credits for the internship with the completed assignment of a daily journal, read 2 books with a book report on each, and communication with the Disney contact.
The downside is the competition! You can imagine (get it?) how many students apply for this.
Another thing that I shake my head on is the school bus issue. They say they have to cut extra activities because of the cost of running the buses. But there is also a rule of the student who lives within 1 mile (sometimes more) from the school has to walk. Well, if that child has to walk, why not have the child who is bused ...walk 1 mile to a pickup point where they meet many other children who had to walk (that mile) and make 1 pick up (instead of 50) then drop them off at the front door of the school. This way you save $$ and time. The child walks (overweight children in America) and you know that every child has walked at least 2 miles per day, the cost of transportation goes down in the form of money and time,there is money for the extra activities and the child doesn't have to get up at dark o'clock because they need that school bus to pick other children up at their front door.
This just seems to obvious to me, I must be missing some details!
I told her that out here in our area, that wouldn't work as our bus stops can be 5 or more miles apart. But in other areas it might be something to think about. The other downside of course is, predators, both kinds. But she made some good points.
We get no respect…. I live in the town of Kootenai. Sometimes I wonder if anyone knows we are here.This election time it really showed up.
Spokesman Review did an article on the people, who had put in for office in Idaho towns.They listed Priest River, Sandpoint, Ponderay, Clark Fork, Hope…. But not the Town of Kootenai.
So I wrote an email to the “Ask the Editors”. But I happen to hit the time when most of the Editors were on vacation…so it was a while before I got an answer. Then it was “I will check and see.” Then several weeks went by, and nothing.
So I wrote again. Telling them I wasn't mad at them, but I thought we were the Rodney Dangerfield of the communities. Of which one of the editors, did answer, explaining he had been gone but he would pass it on to the Idaho office and one of the Idaho employee’s answered in the Ask the Editor on line as well as an e-mail.
It was the reason, no one running against anyone, so it really wasn’t newsworthy. And she was nice enough to apologize for not giving an answer sooner.
Then they gave the results in the paper. For, Sandpoint, Priest River, Hope, Clark Fork and Ponderay… see anything missing?
So I wrote to the reporter who did the article. And this was her answer.
“Unfortunately, because of our limited staff here in the Idaho office, we don’t cover Boundary County unless something really big is happening, and as far as election results go, we didn’t have the space to list every town in North Idaho”.
“I will pass your feedback onto editors, though, so they can keep it in mind for next year’s election coverage”.
Do you see a problem with this? Do you wonder why we feel like Rodney Dangerfield of the communities? For those who are not familiar with our area. The town of Kootenai Is in BONNER COUNTY, not Boundary, like the young lady reporter suggested.
And I have to tell you, our own local paper doesn’t do any better. Even though they brag that they are a local paper. That they cover the local news…
I asked our Mayor one time why the local paper doesn’t report on our council meetings. After all they use the paper for the legal part. And she said, they told her to call if we were going to have something really important to report. I guess it could be worse. They could ask for the town to send in our own articles about the meetings. Shh, I didn’t say that… it may give them ideas.
You know maybe it is better being the Rodney Dangerfield of the communities after all.
I have a friend who went back to school to be able to keep her job. That the school district put demands on the job description, that one would need more education. This is just for teachers aides. Not for a teacher. So this isn’t even for the big bucks.
Anyway, she did excellent in school. Great grades. I should ask her if she did as well in high school 30 years ago. But it got me to wondering….
Where would we all be today, if we had applied ourselves to school as we do today. Are we smarter today than we were at that time. Has the school of hard knocks made us smarter? Maybe we should postpone colleges.Or do we become more experienced by the employment?
I personally am not impressed with college’s. I think they are over rated and under educating when it comes to the first 2 years. I believe in trade schools. (Drs. and Lawyers being the exception.) Let’s get with the program of what your job is going to be. Let’s have classes in what you want to do for a career. I like to see that started in high school. Some of it is… I understand they have a Health class that heads you towards nursing career. Last I had heard that they downsized the auto mechanic classes.
The girls seem to have a better jump on a job, than guys do.There was always a business subjects for girls to become secretaries or bookkeepers. But is there welding for guys and girls and the other types of jobs classes? But for the most part, high school really doesn’t do a lot of heading our youths towards a job. And the discipline leaves a lot to be desire in high schools now. I am not talking about punishment. I am talking about showing up for class on time. Dressing appropriately, Respect for their elders, meaning teachers. 60% of the class is lacking all this. So when they go to be interviewed for a job, they don’t make a good impression.
Some ways it seems things haven’t changed. College first year. is almost a repeat of your high school last two years. In 1986, when one of my sons was going in to college, to get an education of computers and even the mechanic of computers, he wouldn’t be able to touch a computer for a year and half. To me that was a waste of time. They should start off where the kid wants to go job wise. Trade School would have serve better. As it was he dropped out, because he had 2 jobs as well. Ended up getting his education thru the service.
But I digress… how much more would you have done, if you had asserted yourself at the right time of education? Could you have been a contender? Were you not, because of your attitude, or because all you could think of was the freedom from the parents rules or worse yet, the financial condition of your life at the time. After all college and even trade school, is almost as expensive as a home now.
I know… kids call it a game.. And a game it is… but considering that this is mostly For kids… it is a toy. $399. and that isn’t counting the games.. Which run from $29.95 to $45.95 a piece. Which is a 1 and half inch by 1 and half inch, and little thicker than cardboard.
I remember when my kids were being raised..$25.00 was the top price for their major gift. I sure feel bad for parents who feed into this frenzy.
Heck, that gift is almost the same as my monthly S.S. check!
While at Costco, I saw one of the toys from my days. TINKER TOY..The super size was $29.95. It was $9.95 when I bought it for my kids.
Also the Chocolate fountain that I wrote about before… I saw it at Wal-mart. For $28.95, don’t know if it is the same brand or not. But this seems to be a hot item these days. You can use it for caramel too.
Still a lot of money to pay for something you will use once or twice and then put it in your cupboard, to be sold at a yard sale 3 years later.
My number 4 child turn 41 last Friday. Yes Veteran's day... I joke about how I was a veteran of having children when she came along...... and it sure was a memorial when I had the twins on Memorial Day, 4 years later.
Any way I was thinking ... which is a dangerous thing in itself, that maybe that's reason in my mind I am 45... is because being in your 40's is a good place to be in life.
No, it isn't because I want to be younger. I am satisfied here at 65. But 40 is a good time in your life. In your 40's you have gotten rid of all your wild times, and insecurities. (at least I hope you have). And life is starting to mellow out. You have learn what to worry about and not to worry about. How to address the lumps and bumps of life.
With me, when I was in my 40's I had some major upheavals. I became a widow, I went back to school to learn a trade (Reg. Cert. Nurses Aide) and went to work at the age of 46. After many years of just being a Mom and wife. I don't think I would have handled it as well had I been in my 20's or 30's.
And 40's as you are handling life, you are still young enough to enjoy life to the fullest. To have the physical body to do the things you still want to do. Dancing, snowmobiling, horse back riding, playing baseball, and all the good things in life, with ease.
Yes, being in your 40's is a good time in life. Maybe that is why they said... Life starts at 40...
And here I told everyone life starts.... when your youngest one leaves home for their own life. Come to think... I was 48 when that happen.... lol
But will be joined by 100+more in just two new additions to our town that annexed in. We have another one that is promising 60 homes more for starters..
We are a very small town, that is starting to burst at the seams. Our council is not going to have it easy. . We have a lot of new contractor, and some old ones who are having a tough time adjusting to what use to be the good ole boys system and now has all kinds of rules and regs. And the council has to stay on top of it.
We will be losing a great brain trust soon because of health. The remaining 2 who have worked hard for the town for little pay, and the new gal, is going to be great addition, will have their hands full.
Then the Mayor watching the town grow more than double what it was when she first ran. I know they have the best in mind for the townspeople. But it is hard to make everyone happy.
I have been going to our council meeting for about a year now. My husband is just finishing his 4 year run. He was asked to step up to the plate about a year or so before that. Even he has said it is getting so complex. With new rules and regulations, more consultants, newer laws, he felt he was getting in over his head. Just trying to represent your fellow townspeople is not enough anymore.
That is 50 per cent of the job. The other is to make judgments on how much to bring to the town. What is it that the townspeople want of this town. There is commercial zoning to consider. How much does the town need? How much does the town want? You can give a simple thing for someone, and have it turn into a can of worms. And while they like to help out those who want to do more with their property, they have to make sure it is safe. They have to make sure, what seems like a simple thing on one property, but do you want it on every property? Because what is good for one, has to be good for all. And they want to keep the community the nice small town that we all moved here for, years ago. Then there is the outside discisions the new Highway200 Corridor Improvement Project and the Urban Area Transportation Plan, are these good for our town. Yes and maybe no.. The council has to decide. The townspeople have to speak up.
No, being a simple quiet little community is not an easy job for the townspeople nor the ones they vote in.
When it comes to national scares, I don't scare easy. And it is my mother's fault.
The frenzy over the bird flu brings to mind the years of the 1950's. We were taught to jump down and under our desk at a certain tone that was given over the P.A. system.
I was in high school at the time. I really felt sorry for one teacher we had. He would shake at the sound of the warning. We learn later that he suffered from shell shock from World War I, Some of the boys and maybe some girls were cruel, as they would slam their books on the desk just to see him duck.
In the 1950's there were bomb shelter built in people's back yards. I don't recall any in friends of the family. But then maybe they didn't talk about it. Because along with the scare that the Russians were coming, was the scare of your neighbors breaking into the shelter and stealing your food and water. So mum was the word.
I asked Mom why we didn't have a bomb shelter, as it was on the news, in the paper and magazines. (Life, was her choice). She always had the attitude that the Russians weren't coming. A bomb shelter would do no good if there was a bomb. As you had to have air in a shelter. If you have air coming in, so would the gases. So you are dead anyway. So why bother. Dad, seem to be in agreement, as he never talked about it either. So we went thru the 50's not really knowing or caring about the threat.
Sadly, I was so absorbed with my teen years, of horses, girlfriends, boyfriends from afar, Coke, Pepsi, smoking cigarettes, and Elvis, that I missed out on the Korean War and what it meant. We didn't have any friend or family that was in the war. Dad worked civil service since before World War II, so life had not changed. And by the time I went to work for the Naval Exchange, we were thru the war and living what we now call the good times.
So over the years, when "they" say beware, it is coming... what ever the scare of the year is, I tend to just go about my business. Even when we had a flu scare a few years ago, I didn't get a flu shot, even though they were given at work for free. It wasn't that I wanted to get sick. Just I have been one of those lucky ones who usually has good health. I don't usually get colds. And it only is the last 5 years, that if I do get one, I get the bronco one and the best way to get thru it, endure it. At the place I worked, I saw just as many get sick that had the flu shot as the ones who didn't. The residents, were guarantee to be sick with in 2 days of the shots. Thus, finding out that the shot only lessen the effect of the flu, not prevented it.
The only time I had a flu shot was the year before I retired. We were told if we did not get a flu shot, that we would not be paid for sick days. As we brought it on ourselves by not having a shot. Being I believe in the Gods that will prove you wrong, I decided to get the shot, even though I didn't think I would get sick. As the law of averages was not in my favor. Never is. Murphy's law is alive and well, in my life.
Even when we had the scare a couple years ago, of Anthrax. The country was gathering up shots for that.
I was sitting in the back of the room, at the in-service we had on it, so I could bolt out the door, if they decided to hand out free shots. But they said they didn't have any as there was a shortage. Then the in-service person who is of good knowledge, told us that on the food chain of life, we in Idaho were on the low side. Besides that Anthrax was all over the field floor in Montana where cows eat daily, for many years... That was good enough for me, no shots.
So any of you, who want the shot, and if they are short, just them you know a gal in Bonner County who is going to refuse the shot, and you would like to have hers...
Guess I didn't read the book Chicken Little, well enough, or too well.
You have just slightly more than 12 hours to make your choice of candidates. Every vote counts. Just ask the ones who were running for Governor in Washington State. If you don't vote, then you have no bitching rights.
There is a lot to vote on in other cities. In our own little town we have nothing ... none of the candidates have anyone running against them. I don't believe Bonner County has anything running so we are a peaceful voting town this time.
But I am going. It is my right. And choice or not, I will vote for those who I want in... and not mark those who I don't. But in this case, it is going to be a vote of confidence in our council.
My husband chose not to run this time. And the gal who is running in his place is a good choice. So I will go and mark my ballot. They usually have about 31 that vote here. Out of 300+ people... but of course some of those are children.
I will be interested in how others did. In San Diego, the mayor race. In New Jersey, the Governor race, and New York City, the Mayor race. And little more local, how Mike Kennedy does. I have Dish for my television viewing, so I see the races back East. And some of them have been the using dirty tricks.
Politics, if nothing else, is interesting. So get out there and make your mark. After all you could be in Iraq and have to fight to get to vote. Be kind of neat if we could get a purple finger to show we voted...
No, I am not going commercial... but here I was, alone, on a Saturday morning, (the King and grandson out hunting) and in the email I get this....
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The question on some of the blogs... was the question that Oprah asked. Who are you? Not what are you, but who are you?
As a young person I did depend on what I was. Was I popular? No, I was the class nerd without the smarts. I was a farm girl. Folks didn't let us do much like kids do today. After school stuff. We had chores anyway. Did I look ok, would people like me? All the young insecure of what are we.
Then from 1960 to 1988, I considered what I was... to who I was, all rolled up in one ball. I was a mother. That was an important job, lifestyle, and being to me. I figured if I brought a human being into this world, I should take care of, protect, love and nurture that human being, that was who I was. As it turn out there were 8 to do so with. It was a lifestyle of many ups and downs. I know for sure I didn't do it perfect. I am not even sure I did it well. But I took everything in my being to do it well. I had many obstacles thrown in my path. I was tore apart thru the journey, and I had a lot of joy in the journey. I was mother, Mom (most of all) and MOTHER!! and MOM!!! many times. We all made the journey, and then they all went their own paths. To return from time to time.. And that is what I wanted.
I tried my best to build a good foundation under them. Giving the lesson of honesty, stand up for yourself, you can be what you want to be, and most of all and thru it all, I taught and showed LOVE. The rest was up to them. And they have done well.
Now they are on their own path. And what am I? I am a wife, mom, grandmother, great-grandmother, mother-in-law, sister, cousin, niece and friend, mostly in that order, but not necessarily.
But who am I? I am a woman, I am love, I am mostly good health, I am honest, I am considerate, I am comforting, I am concern about others, I am compassionate and try my best to do my motto.... Do no harm... Not only am I this to all others, but to myself as well. It took me 65 years to be comfortable in my own skin. To know my limits and to stretch them from time to time. I am not the cure for all the problems of friends and family. I can not fix all the problems of friends and family. But I can be there to stand with them to comfort them as they go thru their problems. With kind words and with hugs. I am woman and I am invincible... says the song. I don't think I am that.... but I do like myself. Too bad it took me so long to find that out.
What would happen if you left the leaves on the ground in the fall... for the snow to rot and dissolve like mother nature does? After all who is raking up the leaves in the forest? Who is munching the lawns of the forest?
I don't have trees that shed. I only have one tree which is of the cedar/fir family. That is the way the King wants it. We had a small tree here when we moved in. But the King dug it up and donated it to our daughter who has it now. It is a willow of some sort.
But what does happen in the forest? Why is mankind determine to rake and munch the leaves? Doesn't mother nature have them fall for a reason? Doesn't it protect the ground? Just wondering.
And we have skier's delight... Snow in the mountains... winter is closing in on us...
Quite a lifetime.. and so much in it. A childhood in Maine. That was so packed full, I had no clue to that part of his life. Until recently in the past couple years when he decided to write some passages of that time.
I had only known the time I was around him off and on over the years. I remember as a child, he was so strict. So strict that when my parents left my brother and I in their care, he had us Saying “yes, ma’am, yes, sir” “thank you, ma’am and thank you sir”, "may I please"by the time we return home several days later. He and I laugh about it over my adult years.
He was my hero, they came to visit, our folks were gone somewhere. And there was a large rat in our yard. He picked up a pitch folk and threw it. Like a spear, and killed that rat. I never seen anything like it before, or since.
Over the years, he kept his own children in line, and myself included. While some of that was out of fear, fear of disappointing him, a lot of it, out of respect.
He serve in the United States Navy, and was so very proud of his time there. 26 years worth, if I recall right. Answered to the name of Chief by his fellow shipmates. Served on many ships over the years, served in Vietnam. Taught on the base in San Diego.
This was a very proud man. He was definitely Head of the house. (when his wife let him, lol) He loved his wife more than the stars in the sky. He had 5 children he was very proud of. And 7 grandchildren, and several great grandchildren.
Quite a legend in our time. We all have our stories of our times with him. And now he has left us. To be buried at sea. Just like he requested. Our lives will have an empty space to be filled by no other.
We will miss him so very much, each in our own way. You see I was one of the lucky ones that was gathered in to the fold. He addressed his letter to me, Oldest Daughter, which he wrote just about every Tuesday to us all. And I, the procrastinator, who wrote too few. I will miss those letters, as we talked about politics, the weather, how the families were doing, and any thing else. I don’t know what I will do with the stamps, I save in the jar, to send to him. As he was a stamp collector.
So good night sweet Prince, good night Uncle Tiny, good night…. Dad E.F. LINEKIN 1922-2005
What ever happen to Friday or Saturday night visiting... or sharing a dinner and visiting.
Remember when we were kids, our parents use to go to a friend's house. The kids would head to the kid's bedroom or basement. In those days, the playroom was down there. And the adults played cards, or games. Or they just visited, drinking coffee. Then about 9 or so, you headed for home.?
Or you went for dinner and the same? Some times it was just the couple, most of the time it was the whole family. Most of the time the family you visited was a relative. An uncle or aunt. And the kids were your cousins.
Guess that is something that has gone to the way side. This came to mind, as we did two of these dinners this past weekend.
One was friends who are getting ready to leave for the winter. The other just invited us. It was really nice, both times.
Seems to be a lost art. I can't remember the last one I did before this past weekend. Years and years ago. Definitely when my kids were little.
Even getting in the car on a Saturday afternoon, or Sunday afternoon, and go visit someone. Does any one do that anymore? I know I haven't. I wonder why it all stopped.
Maybe people are like me, I like staying home and relaxing on the weekend nights.
This picture is of 1990. I had the King drive me to my work place. But he refused to take me, if I wore the head. He dropped me off a block away so no one would see me put the head on. In that short walk, I had more people waving and beeping their horns, and laughing.
I had cut the pumpkin from the bottom instead of the top. This took quite a bit of thinking, because I had to have a pumpkin big enough not only to fit my head. But also big enough I could cut the hole in the bottom for my head to fit thru. I have a large head. And not have the pumpkin break.
The rest of it was fairly easy after I got it cleaned out, as it was just like dealing with any other pumpkin. Except I had to remember the mouth went near where the hole was. And the eyes near the other end.
I had borrowed the King's gloves, boots and his Carharts coveralls.
It was so cool.Almost no one knew who I was.. I danced down the halls, waving to everyone one. But twice I was guessed. One was a resident, who called me by the name she called me all the time...Helen. I must have reminder her of a Helen. The aides who were near by, they couldn't figure out who Helen was.
The other was my boss,Nani. She didn't catch on until I laugh. She said that was a dead give away.
It is weird the different takes on Halloween. Some think it is a great time for the kids. I do. Love their costumes, when they come to the door.
Others think of Satan, and all evil things. Which brings to me the stories I had learn as a teen. I don't recall who told me it, was it my Pastor? But anyway, it was a celebration. It was started in Europe when they would go to the cemetery on that night, and bring treats to eat as they visited the deceased relatives. And this would ward off the evil spirits. So I was taught it was a festive thing. A celebration. Not the horrible evils, that some like. But I don't know how the costumes came to be with that. To ward off the evil spirits maybe?
Monday is Halloween... Trick or Treat I have been thinking about it lately because, of course we have to get candy for the 6 to 11 kids that show up. We try to buy candy we don't like, so we don't eat it before the day comes. But this year, I bought the kind we like, and so far we have been pretty good.
We are lucky our neighborhood isn't prime area, so the kids go to town to the areas that have lots of candy.
We were talking about the costumes that we used as kids. And for the life of me, I don't recall one. I am sure Mom must have made costumes for us. She was very creative and she was a master seamstress.
All I can recall of Halloween is the grange. We use to go to the grange and play games like musical chairs, and bob for apples. And being I loved to swim, bobbing for apples was easy for me, as I really like swimming underwater.
I can barely remember my brother going the door to door route. He is 4 years younger than I am. But can remember him bringing home, what I think was a pillow case full of candy. And Mom eating some of it. Dad too.
By that time I was into basement parties at friends. We didn't get to do the fun things that our country friends did. Turn over the outhouse. We didn't have them in our town. Or chase the cows to the far end field. Farmers got so they barn their livestock during that time.
I am amazed at the teens, older teens that show up at our door. And more parents are showing up with their kids now. I am glad.
We always greet the callers, as we love seeing the different costumes. The little ones are the most fun. But even if it is a teen, who is dressed up we are glad to see them. It is the lazy ones who just show up with the "just give me the candy attitude" we don't like to see.
Will be looking forward to seeing the bloggers post their little ones in their costume on their blogs.
By the way, it use to be that the Christmas stuff would be coming out after Halloween, and as we all know, it is already out. But when I was at Wally World yesterday, I saw........ a shirt with a Shamrock on it...yes, Happy St. Patrick's Day... I could not believe it. It even skipped Valentine's Day, surely it must have been one of the clerks April Fool's jokes... you know these holidays are getting out of hand.