Hope... to wish for something with expectation of its fulfillness. to have confidence: trust. to hope with little reason or justification. to expect and desire. It is the dictionary's description of hope.
So what do we hope for? Putting aside the greed.. We hope for solutions to problems. We hope for a better life. For ourselves as well as others.
As a nation, we hope for a good and safe solution to a war? police action? or what ever one wants to call it. They said they had a plan. But it seems the plan only went into how to start it. Not how to solve it, or finish it. Peace? How presumptuous they were, that they could bring peace when there has not been peace in that area for over 2,000 years. Yet we have hope.
Congressmen in the nation as well as the states, have gave themselves raises for years, yet hold down the minimum wage for the bottom workers. They say, it will just raise the economy higher and we will have a depression or any other down side term they can say. Yet, their raises don't do that? How is that? But we have hope, that maybe this time around the votes may have been heard. Maybe, we hope that the worker who makes it happen for the higher paying jobs, will be treated fairly. We hope.......
The people have express their feelings about how the law is for some, while those who enforce the law, seem to think it doesn't pertain to them as much.. We voters have hopes that abuse of all kinds, will be dealt with. Justly and fairly. We hope.
In Bonner County, we have hope that the bypass will be come a reality. After all, 50 years is long enough to wait. We have hope that the powers who loved the increase of high level housing will see that the low level need affordable housing. Affordable on $5.75 to $9.00 wages. $220,000 is not affordable, by those of service type jobs. We hope for all of them to have a safe house. And we don't lose families in trailer fires. We hope......
Mississippi, no not the ones you saw on the TV who bragged. But the people who were down in the gullys of filthy water and snakes and God only knows what.. Who carried babies to safety. The Drs. who stuck it out... The workers who are down there building homes without all the glory that the media talks about. The quiet ones, that only their friends and family and others with them, know what they have done to give hope to those who lost so much.
For all the volunteers across the country who not only make Christmas and Thanksgiving each year for those less fortunate. But don't just stop there, and work it around the whole year. With little thanks. Just the smiles on the faces and the hugs they sometimes get.. which the volunteer will tell you, is enough thanks. As they give hope to all.
For Kroc Center, in Kootenai County, when open will give hope to those who need a place and an education, and a second chance.
For Shasta, who came home safe. And hopefully will be able to survive the demon's of the mind. And with the help of her Dad and family, will have hope be able to live as close to a normal life.
The Grace Haven that has come to light, after hard work from many women and some men in Bonner County. To give hope to women and children.
And for tomorrow??? that is the hard one. The hopes we have...
Looking back at 2006.. the good the bad, and hope in the future.
Our Nation is still at war and not any better than we were a year ago. The Democrat's seem to think they can fix our woes... let's hope so.
In Idaho, the party is still 99% Republican. That the state rather be red than have all good people in. Let's hope the new people who came in will remember who voted them in.
On the county side, we have seen all of our upper counties P.A. offices, do things that are ..well. to be kind.. less desirable than when they were voted in. Let's hope they start to remember who voted them in, and start looking out for the public, instead of their own person.
Greater sadness is the people who have lost their love ones in 2006. Most recently, a family so low in income, that they lived in a small trailer that took all of their lives.
I received this card from a friend... and if I knew where he bought it... I would buy a big box of them and hand one to each one of you.... So the best I can do is give credit to the author at the end... Here is our greeting card...
MY CHRISTMAS CARD LIST
I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book, And every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look.
That is when I realize these names are all a part, not of the book they're written in, but of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime, And in that meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme. While it may sound fantastic for me to make this claim, I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.
And while you may not be aware of any special link, Just meeting you has changed my life much more than you think.
For once I've met somebody, the years cannot erase The memory of a pleasant word or of a friendly face.
So, never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine Of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you, It's because you're on the list of folks I'm endeared to.
For I am but a total of the many folks I've met, And you happen to be one of those I prefer not to forget.
Whether I have known you for many years or few, In some way you have had a part in shaping things I do.
And every year when Christmas comes I realize a new, The best gift life can offer is meeting folks like you.
So may the spirit of Christmas that forevermore endures Leave its richest blessing in the hearts of you and yours.
My Christmas Card List written by George A. Gladden, Sr.
Merry Christmas, dear Readers, from the Wordtosser
There was a song some where in the 60' or 70's called Time in a Bottle. To be honest I don't remember the words. The tune was nice...
But it reminded me of the season... It is too bad we can't find it in ourselves to be like people are the last week before Christmas and just after. If we could just take it, that feeling, in put it in a bottle... to be released year around.
People who seem to be angry or take offense easily, seem to find the good feeling during the season. Smiling, a kind word...Too bad it isn't year around... . So with the count down of 3 days, all of you have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS...with friends and family... may the best gift you give, be the good feelings you find and share..After all, smiles are contagious...
Recipes are like jokes online. the authors get lost in the shuffle. I like to give credit when I can. So if you are the one who started this recipe, let me know and I will give you credit.
I got this recipe last year. As you can see.... POSTED: 8:51 pm EST December 13, 2005
It is a good one, and if you like fruitcake, you will love it. If you don't, you will be surprised to learn you like this one... Unless you totally hate dried fruit. So enjoy.... I am off to work. I made them yesterday with Splenda, so my husband could have some.. Enjoy.
Christmas Fruitcake Cookies... Butter, softened 1 cup Sugar 1 1/2 cups Eggs 2 Flour 2 1/2 cups Salt 1/2 teaspoon Baking soda 1 teaspoon Cinnamon 1/2 teaspoon Cloves, ground 1/4 teaspoon Allspice, ground 1/4 teaspoon Dates, dried, chopped 1 cup Pecans, chopped 2 cups Pineapple, dried, chopped 1 cup Cherries, dried, chopped 1 cup METHOD OF PREPARATION 1. Preheat an oven to 375 degrees. 2. In a large bowl, add the softened butter and sugar. Whisk until well blended. 3. Beat in the eggs well to incorporate. 4. Add the flour and spices. Mix well. 5. Add the dried fruits and nuts. Mix well. 6. Drop spoonfuls onto a lightly greased sheet pan and bake for 12-14 minutes. 7. Let rest then store in air tight container until use
My usual background noise of the morning is, Good Morning American (and local channel 4 if I wake up early) and the Regis and Kelly.
This morning was local radio stations. As Spokane stations, for some reason is not easy to get. Maybe a hard rock, station. I don't know what was on the recorder at our local am but it was boring...maybe that does make good back room noise, while one catches up with the news of the paper...
Turning off Dish yesterday, and waiting for cable to be connected on Thurs. has us living back in the radio days. And limited TV. With us, it is movies for nighttime. No news no weather, no Boston Legal.
During the day, the radio is a back ground noise as well...
Gosh, I miss real local radio stations of years past. I think at noon they might have something that is produced local. But the rest is from somewhere else, and recorded junk.
As a kid, there were local personalities. Some did music, some did call in shows. Some did interview of other locals. And if there was a major fire, or anything else, you knew about it right away. I can remember sitting with my mother as they talked about an exploitation on the base where my dad worked as a civilian service person. And how much his call meant, when he called 20 minutes later, to tell us he was ok.
But I guess that is considered hokey now. We are lucky if we get local news in the 5 minutes at the top of the hour.
I hate Christmas and I don't know why. My brother says he has trouble too. My mother said we never had a bad Christmas, so she didn't understand why we both feel like we do.
And truly, I don't remember a bad Christmas as a kid. I remember being a rotten kid. Opening presents ends and peeking in to see what I got. That was after the Santa bit.
In the beginning, we would go to bed to a regular living room. To wake to the wonderment of Christmas. A tree that was always tall. There was the train that had been under our tree each year. Yet as the Santa believer, it never dawn on us or at least me... that the train was the same as before. We had stockings hanging from the mantel over the fireplace. It was the typical American 1940's Christmas.
Even after we caught on to the Santa bit, we still had a tree, that went up a week before. The presents were there. And of course the train.
The train was funny. As my father had bought it for me the first Christmas. I was too little to run it, so he would run it for my mother and I. Then 4 years later my brother showed up on the scene. And a few years later it became his train.
1. I was a girl, girls don't have trains. 2. My brother was a boy and they did have trains...but he too, was too little to play with trains. So my father would play with the train, while my brother and I watched. By the time my brother, who had gotten an erector set and was old enough to combine the two..... well, the train set was too old and it was a collector's item. But I do think my brother did get to play with it one year. I remember watching the train going really fast, smoke blowing and the train flipping off the track. Dad wasn't happy. But he didn't get too mad. This was the typical 1950's Christmas.
So why this uncomfortable feeling each time at this year? And we both get over it about noon Christmas day.
I worked very hard not to pass it on to my kids. And I guess I did it right, as all of them love Christmas.
As a teen I use to sit and look out my window. On a summer night, it was nice to have the breeze. Most of the times with my hands on each other and my elbows out like wings... and my chin on the back of my hands...
In the early years, I would look out and see the woods with a fence around it. A wooden fence. That we kids would loosen the bottom of two and slide them across to the side. Then we would crawl thru. Putting them back. We use to play like Indians, in our imagination of how things were 200 years before. There was a caretaker who would chase us. Us trying to find our secret spot, and get out before he would see which one it was. The property belonged to two single sisters.
Later in life, the property was sold. I guess the sisters passed away, or were in nursing homes. And as they tore down the house, the very old house..... I could see from my view on life, that it was a glorious old house. A fireplace in each bedroom. And a very large room, a ballroom like room. And my imagination would swirl with how life must have been when the sisters were young.
It was sad to see all the old trees come down one by one.. Some small, and some very tall. Then came the grocery store. And the huge parking lot. My view was of the back of the store. So I saw large trucks and semi's deliver products and produce to the store in the early mornings.
And some times in the summer.. you would see lovers in their car, over in the corner where no one could see them in the shadow of the few trees they had left behind.
Around midnight the show would start, in the winter... with ice and snow on the parking lot, I would witness the cars doing donuts, slides, on the large parking lot. Older boys (to me at that time) would try to outdo each other. And one time, two of them were coming from a different directions around the store... to just miss each other as they slide sideways..
Ah, yes, the view of life from the window of 53 Beacon Street.... Every child should have a second story house window to view life.
Sorry to inform you.... Words that hit deep... Even if it is some one you haven't see in years.
My ex-sister-in-law passed away yesterday. So I am passing the word to my kids.
I look back at the times when we were sister-in-laws of the lousiest of men.
Inspite of everything, there were some good times when we laughed. The time we decided to see what was so great about men smoking pipes, and couldn't women do it too. We found out women could smoke them, choke on them and couldn't hold them in our teeth without the aid of our hands. We thought that was the way men did it. Without hands. After choking on the pipe tobacco, clunking our chins with the bowl, and huffing and puffing until we had no air left in us to keep the dumb thing going and lit, we decided smoking pipes was not for us. Of course, laughing our fool heads off, didn't help keep them going either.
She was with me when I went into the hospital to have my twins. Her husband was working in Alaska. The only time she had freedom.
She and I were together, when I came home from the hospital from having the twins. I stayed my first night home with her. The night we were woken up by another sister-in-law, to the news of the death of Robert Kennedy.
I use to buy milk from her. Good clean milk and cream on top. She showed me how to make butter, by rolling a large jar across the floor.
And there was the time that she laughed at me because I had mumps in one side of my face..... and then 10 days later she had the full blown mumps herself.
And that is the way I would like to remember, Willie. Not the times I hugged her as she cried. Not the times she had black eyes. Not the times she was in the hospital with broken ribs. Because she "fell down the stairs by accident" I got out....she never did. I always wondered, what did she think she had done to be beaten so bad, and have to stay.
I want to remember Willie, playing the Boogie Woogie piano. I want to remember Willie, singing like any other western singer. I want to remember Willie with that dang black pipe, huffing and puffing on it to keep it going... God Bless, God Speed, Willie, free ..free at last...
There is a movie coming out, with George Clooney, I think it is called the Good German. And I was watch TV this morning and they had a clip from it. Not sure what it was about to be honest. I think it was the Clooney characters driver, who made the remark. And then Clooney, turns his head, and catches (what we are told is his old girlfriend) a woman's face. He calls her by name. There is pain in both of their eyes, and she too, says the phase...... I AM OFF THE CLOCK TOO....
I like that. I wonder...if I tell the King that, when he asks me to get him something. Something that I think he should get up off the chair to get himself. Humm.....
Maybe I better practice it. Tone may have a lot to do with if I survive or not... (smile)
I AM OFF THE CLOCK.... I am off the clock.... I am off the clock, honey?
Baseball with no marked field and rocks for bases.... Horseback riding Kick the can (soccer with can instead of ball) Hop scotch Jump rope (by self or with others) Jacks Put on a show in the back yard Tag Hide and seek Cowboy and indians (later known as space ships or wars using the enemy of the time) Field football Have forts? Tree houses? Snow forts that you throw snowballs from behind?
Do kids know how to do angels in the snow? Make Snowmen?
Do kids play any of this anymore? Do they know how to go out and play without a game in hand that the fingers do the playing?
As I took Misty out for her run thru the snow paths, and saw the yellow snow, it reminded me of the winters past.
You know, don't eat the yellow snow. But on many occasions I did go out to get bowls of snow.
When I was a kid, my mother would send my brother and I out, with a huge bowl to get snow... with the words.. of course, watch out for the yellow snow.
Then as I went out with my kids, we would gather large bowls of snow. Watching out for the yellow snow.
Now as I am older, two things I ponder. First, how did we know there wasn't yellow snow under the freshly new foot of snow? Second, we didn't think about the environment leaving toxic waste on our snow that traveled thru the air, as we have now been taught.
It is kind of like how we use to drink water straight from the hose. Which now they scream at you not to do. So is the hoses different or the people?
Any way, we used this fresh snow for our recipe. SNOW ICE CREAM.
In a bowl you put, snow, milk or cream, vanilla and sugar and mixed. And if you really wanted to be fancy, an beaten egg. Mix, not so much that the snow melted. But enough so all of it was mixed well. It was the best. And of course the first of the season was the very best. We mixed strawberries, or chocolate syrup too.
I wonder... do parents still do that with their kids?
If you decide to give it a try.... WATCH OUT FOR THE YELLOW SNOW...
First it was glasses, then it was false teeth, and now it is hearing aides.
That pretty well takes care of the upper part of the body. Sure hope I don't need any spare parts for the rest of it. Hope the warranty is good for a lifetime.
These hearing aides are going to be a learning process. Up high enough to hear people talking. Down low enough to keep noises out. Furnace running, car running, and etc.
Driving home from getting them, drove me nuts, hearing the engine. Went to the Mall on Friday. Could hear the voice pretty well, BUT the bustle of the mall was loud too.
So I have been fine tuning, literally, my hearing. The Hearing aid guy, told me it would take about 6 weeks to get use to them. I can see that. That my hearing will have to learn again, how to filter out some noise like we did when we were young. Humm, I thought that was selective hearing, at least that is what my kids told me, I had.
I can also see why people leave them in the drawer. But I am so tight with my money, that I figured if I am paying this kind of money... ain't cheap, McGee... by George, I am going to wear these things if it kills me. I know if the King seem them on the shelf, or in a drawer.. I won't have to worry about it killing me.
So if you see me around... and I am playing with my ears, it is just me fine tuning...
Oh, one funny thing. I had turn my keyboard over and over. I type and look at it again. Couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from..kind of a tinny sound. lol.... it was just I couldn't hear it before..lol.. Boy, are they noisy.
Will there ever be a day when people of public service can make it thru the elected time, and not be tempted by doing the wrong thing?
Over the years, I have found my self more cynical than I would like to be. But life seems to keep getting more devious, so it is hard not to be a cynic.
Even with taking what the media writes and cut it in half (like the old saying, believe quarter what you hear, and half of what you see), it still isn't good.
The past 6 months have been less than admiral with the 3 local county officials.
Boundary county Prosecuting Attorney has been less than up to par with doing right by the local citizens. Which a lot of us, blamed a lot on the judge. But come right down to the nity gritty it was the P.A. that faltered. Being pushed into a court case he should have taken up on his own. And then doing a lesser job of it, when he finally was dragged to going to court.
Then there is the Kootenai County, with their mess. Officials who are suppose to be protecting the rights of the people against sex abuse, harassment and etc. Yet, they don't see the damage of passing sexual emails to each other on county computers.
Now our own Bonner County P.A. is under the microscope over taxes. All of these gentlemen have been in office for many years. 20+ for most.
And you keep hoping the media is wrong. That they are making a mountain out of a mole hill. But sadly, it doesn't turn out like that.
For years even beyond my time, the government, especially the locals have been questionable. And you figure in time, with all kinds of electronics and etc. that things would change. The more that get caught doing it wrong, the more that come down the line later. Sad. So very sad. Especially when some of these men were very good men. And to a point still are. Personally, to friends and family. So where did it go wrong? Was it greed? Was it power? Or is it just indifference?
Today is December 7, 2006. 65 years after the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
So today, I bow my head to the memories of the Armed Forces that we lost in the airfields. In the ships, that were bombed and sunk to the bottom of the bay. To the nurses, who ran to the hospitals to help out but never made it across the grounds.
To all of those who were survivors, who ran to help, even though they were wounded. To the nurses and doctors who worked around the clock, to try to save as many as they could.
In life there seems to be things one says, and somehow they come back to bite you.
Every year for the past 4 or 5, the King and I have been pooling our money and getting something for the both of us. It was a treadmill last year.
This year a week ago, we were discussing the subject of what we needed. Finally, we settled on small gifts...because as the King said... we didn't really need anything. Lots of wants, just not needs.
And as Murphy's Law always does, it rear it's head. As I was putting the fish into the oven last night, I put the temp on for 350 degrees. 15 minutes..not cooked. 15 more minutes which should have been way too long.. nothing. I felt the pan..COLD!!.
After working on it for an hour, we came to the conclusion that the heat bar was shot. So do we try to find one (this stove is from the early 70's) or do we break down and buy a new one? We decided on a new one. Getting parts is almost impossible in anything over 10 years.
We went to Sears, found one with a grill, a little extra, but figured we might as well spend the extra $70 for something we wanted. Then go cheaper for a doable one.
We have heard for years about breast cancer in women. Back to the 1940 or even more.
But this is a new one to me. I was send this by a friend by email. It is very important that every woman reads this. Even men who have daughters and wives.
There is a video to click on in the middle. The pictures are graphic. But important. At least go read it. Like the old saying goes.. if you save just one woman..it is worth it. So here it is. I was surprised.
As the sun comes over the Montana mountains into Idaho, we see the sun on top of our mountains before it hits the valley.
A closer view of the top and the towers. Look at the trails, what fun the skiers and snowboarders are having. Providing they stay upright. But then some of them hit the snow, bend the ribs, and come up laughing with joy especially the first timers, who get bit by the thrill of it all... and return. Just as my grandson did yesterday.
Introduction to Christmas musical decorations and snow.
What?? you are going to play this all the time, and where is the cat with this thing? dead end path Rokon said she didn't like this...but the dog smells good.. Ah, this is more like it. A race track for me. Walking the path around the flag pole, to make sure it connects to the race track...
I go to this site to get my fix of R.I. stuff. I have it listed on my links below. They have great food products as well.
Well, Ray came up with this new idea. That I think has open possibilities. He has started doing DVD for people. You send him pictures and he makes a video of it. It can be anything. That is why I say the possibilities are endless.
Pictures of your kids for grandparents. Pictures of your animals, Pictures of scenery. And you will probably think I am morbid, but funerals. I have seen something similar at a funeral. But this is the way to have control over what is at YOUR funeral.
Or, you can do your life in pictures to give your grandchildren. They see you now, but don't have a clue what you were like when young. And he puts it to music of your choice. Great idea. Not all of us are great at managing the computer, so this is wonderful for those of us who can't even understand Computers for Dummies books.
And remember 25 days to Christmas... leaving 24 more shopping days. And only 31 more days left of 2006.
As I watched the Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown, was thinking about how many times I watched it with my kids.
Then something happen that I didn't remember all those years or took it for granted and it almost made me feel kind of funny.
Like the political correct people were going to swoop down and condemn the show.
See, Charlie Brown after being made fun of, because of his choice of Christmas tree, said to his friends. "Maybe I don't understand what Christmas is all about, can any one explain.?" And then it happen..
Linus stepped to center stage (they were all on a stage for the play), with his blanket. And he asked for a light, which the spotlight shined on him as he explain Christmas.
The real Christmas, the Wisemen, and the star, and the manger, from start to finish. The birth of Jesus.
And I thought, wow, what my kids and I took for granted, now is a special thing. And the political correct police didn't swoop down and close the show off. And hopefully there won't be some idiot somewhere who will take offense, and try to keep the show off.
I don't know how often this show has been playing in the past years, being I don't have any little ones around to watch it with. Or if it has been playing. But it sure made me think, how off the beaten path we have become. How the minority seems to be ruling. And how when the music started, I left the kitchen and sat and watched it..something about that music..that makes you feel good.
As we get older and some of our senses seem to fade, we enter the country of Egypt and live near the river de Nile.
Especially when this brings in to light our sight or hearing. I think hearing is the worse one. We tell people that we have selected hearing, our children tell us that for years, so that works.
I have taken up the ..."oh, I didn't know that," for an answer I know I am going to have to give and if I was lucky I caught maybe 3 words of the sentence. The more noise (radio, TV, crowds) the worse it is for me. I told the ear doctor, it just seems like everyone is mumbling. He looked at me, and said the standard... every one??? are you living in Egypt near the river...of denial?? (we all have heard that many times.) and we both laughed.
So over a week ago, I went in to have my ears checked. He made all these marks up and down a graph like thingie. Then he took his red pen and drew a line about where the x's and o's were. Explaining that the top was the lowest of sounds.
In the river of denial, I said, "well that means I am not too bad, as my marks are near the red line". He looked at me... and smiled.. "you don't understand.. from the red line up.. that is where normal hearing people are." There goes that dang river again.
Seems I hear vowels better than the other.Which is normal he said. And he said in a silent room, I probably hold my own.
Bottom line, my parents and society were right. If I kept up that loud Rock and Roll music... I would be deaf by 50... well, I lasted a little longer..
So it is hearing aids for me. Now what kind? They have come out with some pretty neat ones. Listening to the pros and cons..... I picked the over hear one. Longer battery live. Less problems due to wax and etc. (this is more than you want to read). As it turned out it was a good choice as contrary to everyone's belief, my ears are not connected by a straight shot tunnel, letting light shine thru. Seems I have a curvy inter ear. Told him that was ok, because vanity went out the window about 5 years ago.
So when you are around me after next week.. better watch out, I will be able to hear you, and hear your muttering. Can't wait to hear something maybe they don't think I can hear.
But gosh, darn it... that good old Rock and Roll, was good, loud. Bill Hailey and the Comets, Fats Domino, Little Richard, and all the rest...
I have worked hard over the past 3 years to lose weight. I was afraid when I retired I would get fatter yet, as I have seen other aides do so.
I was already in trouble with my breathing. So about the time I took up blogging, I decided to do something about it. So I would walk around town.
Then in February of that year, I decided to try walking down to the old K-mart building and back. Without stopping was my goal. It took 4 months but I did it.
I had a partner in the beginning, but she dropped out 3 months later, by that time I was in the swing of it. So headphones on, and the beautiful view, I kept up the walk. Got it down to 40 minutes. It is 2.7 miles round trip. My breathing was better, I had lost 18 pounds.
Then winter settle in with snow, and while having good lungs was good, a broken leg would not be. So gave it up.
But the King and I got a treadmill, for each other for Christmas. We did great. We both walked on it every day. Up to March. Then the weather was getting nicer. So started walking about town again. And treadmill on rainy days.
I gave up the long walk as the state was tearing up all of the land near the road. So just did the town and garden work for the summer.
Gain 2 or 3 pounds as the summer went on. Then trip to San Diego, in Septemeber, eating out... 5 more pounds.
And now Thanksgiving. And it is forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I ate, fried Chorizo and peppers. I ate dressing and dark meat turkey.
Oh, if that was only the sin of food that I partaken in. But no, I ate salted walnuts, and the before snacks of Thanksgiving day. And the extras.
Turnips, one of my favorites, I did well with. If only I had stopped there. But the pumpkin pie was calling, sliver pieces, to go with my cheesecake with strawberries,
And turkey sandwiches, with latte's, Oh, Father, I sin so much... you decided to help me out... as I stepped on the scale, I saw that you added 5 more pounds to help me thru the winter...like as if I am a Shetland pony.
So it was back to chicken and salad for dinner. But then later in the evening, in comes the Grandson, with a Michael Special... he works for a local pizza place. And before I could stop and think a piece popped in to my mouth.
I have got to do something. I would put on a pair of spandex to show myself how bad it is. But I doubt I could even get in one and I am scared someone might think the Goodyear Blimp has fallen out of the sky.
Yep, I HAVE BLOWN IT. and along comes Christmas. As the ghost of Christmas past haunts me. You see the treadmill is in our bedroom, with sheets over it, so the cat can't get hair in it.
As I sit here tonight getting ready to post date a blog for tomorrow. I watch as the snow comes down ever so gently, yet persistence.
There is something soothing about watching the snow at night in the street light, as it flies by. Makes you feel that all is good.
Having come back from a wonderful 5 days with Son #4 and his wonderful wife,and kids, we feel so complete. It was a comfort. In many ways.
When one is in their 60's, you wonder did you do it right? And after these past 5 days, I can say yes, I did it right.
I am the first to tell you that I did NOT form my children's lives. What they have become, is from hard work of emotions, working ethnics, society, and family.
I feel I put down the foundation in the first 18 years. After that each one of my children have done all the work. I am proud of them.
I got to see 3 out of the 4 son's. (the other lives in Wisconsin) and to sit there and watch them as they interact. To see them with their families. Their children. I am so proud, brings me great comfort, to see them all turn out so well.
On the way home, after getting off the plane and in the car, we start out in a storm blowing evening. We arrive in Coeur d' Alene and the snow is getting a bit deeper. Yet, we decided to make a quick trip to Costco for some supplies.
And then headed for home. The snow was blowing more, the snow was deeper on the road (where the heck are the snow plows).
Yet, I don't know if it is the after glow of the holiday, but everyone drove quietly north. Driving at speeds of 25 mph sometimes, as some poor soul is doing their best to keep going. Yet, no 4x4 zoomed by, no one got pushy. The traffic from Cda to Sandpoint, was a slow by still going drive. It took an hour and 12 minutes.
One poor soul that we passed, had a low number Alberta plate. She was older, and was hanging on to the wheel with both hands and leaning forward. I am sure when a lot of us (about 12) that pass, she must have felt better with out all the traffic behind her.
So we all drove in to Sandpoint, all safe and sound, and as we drove home to 4 inches of snow, a warm house, the happiest puppy alive, and a cat who looked at us in disgust, as she baby sat the puppy. She and the grandson. The house was all still good.
And we are glad to be home, the best little spot of the earth for us. Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving...
And now... onward, and forward... the push of Christmas... BAH HUMBUG...
About 16 or 17 years ago I bought this poem in a booklet form. It was on top of the Space Needle in Seattle.
I gave it to my daughter. I had one myself... but lost it. Then I came across it on the internet and made a copy on the computer so I would always have a copy. I did not write this... I give full credit to the author. It was beautifully written. I hope you all enjoy it.
I will be leaving for a week.. to enjoy time with family. So talk at you 11-27-06.
Happy Thanksgiving... may you have wonderful friends and great family to enjoy it with... here is the poem.
Did I tell You? By Elizabeth Knapp
Did I tell you? A message to a daughter as she is almost grown—by Elizabeth Knapp
Now that you are almost grown I look back and ask myself. Did I tell you?
Did I tell you all that I meant to tell you, all that I felt was important.
Did I tell you or was it lost in the shuffle of our everyday lives. The busy full days, when we taught and didn’t know it. What did we teach? Was it strong? Was it good? Will it root you in something real that will allow you to grow with a firm and sound foundation? Did I tell you….
Did I tell you to love, not with a fair weather love, but with a love that accepts and cherishes unconditionally. Love not with a quick and passing love, but with a love that is a quiet peace within your heart.
Did I tell you to be thoughtful. Not to be a martyr or doormat to be trod upon, but to be aware of other people and their needs. To meet others with awareness and within your own frame work be able to meet them halfway and on occasion go the other half joyfully.
Did I tell you to be courteous. Not to display empty manners with no meaning but to live the courtesy born of caring. And to express this caring through the small formalities and customs born of the years.
Did I tell you to be bold. To be not afraid of the unknown, but to live life to the fullest and meet each new experience with joy and anticipation.
And did I tell you to be cautious. To temper your daring and sense of adventure with good judgment and consideration.
Did I tell you to serve other people, if only in a small way. There is growth and satisfaction in being part of something larger than yourself and your life will be richer for knowing this.
Did I tell you to maintain a sense of the past. To recall and uphold all that is best and meaningful in our country and in our society. But never be afraid to speak out where you don’t believe or where there is room for improvement. Work for what you believe, but work in a positive way within a structure of order and reason.
Did I tell you to find a part of nature that speaks to you then know it intimately and well. For some it is a mountain peak, for some a windswept beach. Find your own and in it find your restoration. Did I tell you to laugh, to dance, to sing. There is a lot in life that is hard, but take it as it comes and find the good and make time to dance.
Did I tell you to be creative to explore the seed within you. Find your creative spirit and let it grow.
And did I tell you the joy and challenge of being a woman. The joy of having a child… knowing and sharing a new life. The joy of making a home… the center but not the limit for the lives of those you love. The joy of exploring a third dimension….a world of your own… discovering an fulfilling your own capabilities.
Did I tell you these things as we went along the way? If I did I am humbly grateful. If I did not then, you must choose for yourself. If it has meaning, accept it and make it your own. If it does not, discard it. Your life is yours to build as you choose.
DID I TELL YOU……
Copyright 1974 by Elizabeth Knapp All rights reserved ..published by the Creative Kitchen 2284 W. Palo Alto Ave, Fresno, Ca. 93711 FOR ALL WHO HAVE WONDERED…DID I TELL YOU?
Life's little Aggravations. Or Morning Interruptus.
Each morning I get up, take the puppy outside to do her business, while I gather the papers from the box.
I head into the house, turn on the TV to the New York feed we have, so I can catch the show I like. At 6am. And then with it in the background, I read the papers and drink my coffee.
I clicked on the New York feed of ABC, and walked towards the dining room table on Tuesday morning.
I heard Curious George. Mumbling back to the control, thinking my nimble fingers had failed me in my channel selection, I switch to it again. Again Curious George. I see it keeps going to 249, no matter how many times I punch in 245. So I go up one channel, to my surprise I see a Dish Network man talking about how the government is making them dump distance feeds to customers. So if you are having a distance feed, after December 1st. you won't. But this is the 14th of November, I think to myself. They tell you to go to www.saveourchannel.com and complaint to the government. There will be a form there. NOT.
So I sent off, a remark to the Contact Us, Dish Network. I am sure there will be nothing done. Once these things start.. it is rare that it stops.
Another aggravating point is my bill came in yesterday. I paid it yesterday afternoon. They bill ahead of the game. So I am being charge for something I am not going to get. Even if they restore it tonight, for 20 days, I don't. Oh, that seems to be the other kicker. It seems, if I understood it right..they will no longer give me the local free as they have in the past. It was part of the package. NOT anymore.
Then I get home from having my hair done. I have NO NETWORKS. Not local or distance. So I call the 1-800 number. Get the same run around. After hashing it back and forth. I get my locals back anyway.
Then I get a email from the Main office, I think. And they tell me ...."You can not have both feeds. You can not have New York. I wrote back and said yes, I can. I paid for it in October to have both until the 20 of Nov. And I just paid my bills so I have it paid for both to Dec. 20.
Got another one back from them, again telling me I can not have both feeds, but they gave me ABC. Now does that make sense? If I can have one, why not the other. If I paid for them, why can't I have them until Dec. 1st? So I wrote back and told them REFUND MY MONEY. So I wait their next answer.
Then I got to wonder, why have satellite? Which I am sure would thrill the cable people.
We get the New York feed so the King can watch all the shows. He goes to bed at 8-8:30 pm. As he has to get up before the crack of dawn. He will not be happy. As the West Coast starts when he goes to bed. And no, we aren't taping, as who wants to watch his game shows a day late.
This is a revolting development, as Ollie would say to Stan.
Which are you? Over the past 10 or 20 years I have lean towards the cynical, and some times it has been good, and some times not so good. But got to admit, I rely on it some times. If things don’t add up, then there is something wrong there.
So where the heck was my cynic radar last week? I read the story in the paper. I gave it credence, because it was from an out of town paper report. But that really isn’t a good excuse.
Why didn’t I look at it like I usually do? The old measure of : believe quarter of what you hear & read, and half of what you see. A long time motto, I have used many times. If it doesn’t add up… it isn’t right.
After the fact, which is not really a good way to do things, I can see I jumped the gun. I didn’t do the math.
I still believe the young lady was wronged. I still believe the young man got way too light of a sentence. I don’t believe he deserved 15 years. But I believe he should have served some time (6 months?). I believed he should have to do a lot more community service than he was given. And I think he should have to take sensitivity classes. He obviously did not think when he spoke, and he needs to understand the seriousness of what he called a joke. And if the Prosecuting Attorney did say, “don’t make waves”..then he should be Mr. Davis’s classmate.
Did the Judge in fact make the remarks that were quoted her? It will be a while before that will be known by the public. And will the outraged public believe her? If the P.A. backs her, right now the mood of the public, is not in a forgiving mood. Did she say, she could understand how this happen because she has sons, and some one else made the “boys will be boys” of it ? The lawyer the victim’s family contacted and the defense lawyer thing, does not set well either.
Which brings a lot of this down to where the information came from. The paper media. The Hagadone Paper Network. Did the reporter tell the truth? Did he tell it like he thought it was? He reported the father of the victim remarks. Where could he go with the story if he could only get one side. Did he try to get information from the Davis side? Did the father’s side add up?
Well the lesson learn here, at least for me.. is to THINK… Put into gear my old motto…. Believe a quarter of what you read and half of what you see…
And please, let us all hope the real story comes out. The truth.. not the spin.
Hindsight is always better than foresight, unfortunately.
I was reading Slight Detour and she was talking about how she went to local paper when she was teaching, and she watched as they developed pictures. Which struck up a memory.
My mother had a friend who was a photographer for the U.S. Naval War College in Newport, R.I. And he taught her how to develop her own pictures.
We had a Cape Cod house, so there were not a lot of rooms in the house. The only one she could do was the bathroom. As it was small but also had one tiny window, so could be blacked out with paper making it a good dark room for her.
My brother and I would be warn with death if we ever ever open that door when it was shut. Now I don't know why, but that is like telling kids to not put beans up your nose. (which she would say and of course we would do, as soon as she left to go out to dinner with my dad.) Maybe she figured we would be busy doing that and not other things.
But I wander here. We use to smell horrible smells coming from under the door. And if she trusted us.. one at a time, she would take us inside to see what she was doing. But don't touch the door, no matter how much it stank. We could watch her run the film thru 3 baths. And hang the negatives from the shower curtain on a heavy string by clothes pins.
It was with wonderment as she turn on the red light, and put in the negative and we would see the picture show up on the blank paper below. And watched as she enlarged it to fill up the page. And to watch her run the film thru 3 baths.
I am sure she did this so we would understand why not to open the door. Which worked. We never open the door again. But she did.. when I told her thru the door that, my brother had let the inheat female dog out of the basement with our other male dog... she flew out of that room.....door open... pictures ruin... one spanked son... one smiling sister.
One night while bored, I check on next blog on blogspot. There are some really weird ones out there. And many nice ones too.
By the one thing I read or tried to read is the short version of our language.
culd = could pls or plz= please tmz= I think it was time.. it was the only word that fit the rest of the sentence.
I think of all those years of spelling test. All those years of having to ace them. Which by the way, I didn't.
All those years, I drummed the right letters in to words with my own children. Many hours and some times battles of words to get to the point of at least 8 of 10. 20 of 25.
And now this. When I question this I was told it is the new quick way of typing. But I got to ask. How does this work in school when the teachers have them write essays? What about spelling test? Do the kids mix it up? Do they fail the essay because spelling counts and they don't?
And I guess this proves their point. I got this in my email the other day...... Believe it or not, you can read it. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?
And where is this all going to go? What about my great-grandchildren who will be in school in 5 years or less. And their children. Maybe I am glad I won't be around to be bugged by this. As it irritates the heck out of me now.
I am proud of my little town. We are small and we usually don't get any respect. When other towns are mention, for some reason you don't see our little town mention.
It is like they go from Ponderay, and then to Clark Fork in one jump. Some times they mention Hope. So they go from Ponderay to Hope, in one jump, which happens to be about 18 miles apart. I know for sure that Clark Fork is over 25 miles from Ponderay.
We? We are on the border of Ponderay. About 3 miles outside of Sandpoint. Now granted, if you blink your eyes, you will be thru Kootenai. But you can't miss our big pile of sawdust. And Coldwater Creek.
But on Tuesday, our little district of voters, taking in not only the grid of the town itself, but our slight outlaying areas of Ponder Point, Whiskey Jack, and the back side of our town, that is still county. We had 700!!! walking in the door voters. Had over 400 mail ins. But can you believe it... 700 walk in to vote.
I don't know if that is a record or not, but I am so proud of our voting district.
As I sit here eating Marianne's way too good Pumpkin Dessert, which I tried to promise myself that I wouldn't. (Well, at least I didn't put the cheesecake topping on it...) I am watching the TV, and checking on Huckleberries Online for the elections results.
I smile as I see some lose or maybe I should say, ones I like win. And sadly see some go that I had hope would win. See some of the numbers are adding up for the no and yes on different changes.
My mind wonders to what the King said as we left the school after voting.
He said, "you know, I sure wish we could vote like Washington state does. (they all vote by mail). And you know, I don't think I will vote anymore, anyway."
I asked him why. And he replied," I have looked at it over the years, and to be honest with you, I don't see a heck of a lot of difference two days to years later, after I vote. Doesn't really matter who gets in, the Democrats or Republicans, they all raise our taxes. I don't see where we are better off than we were a couple years ago, and the rest of it.. we don't have any say so anyway. The congress does what they want. No matter who we send, they chime in with the others when they get there and forget us back here."
You know, it is kind of hard to argue with that. You know, I think I will go get the other half of this piece of dessert and then go to bed. All the results will be there in the morning. And I won't be richer for staying up to see who gets what.
Dang, that Marianne, why did she have to share that recipe? I sure hope she is eating that dessert tonight while she watches the results. I don't want to be the only one gaining weight here.
These days aren't for cats nor dogs. Each animal runs out and does it's thing and back in....
I have chosen to do my Christmas cards. I have a quarter of them done. Which I will procrastinate and do the other, hopefully some time between now and Christmas.
I got to admit, I am ahead of the game. I have been known to do them on December the 20th. At least I have started.
Be nice to get them all done before Thanksgiving.... and then send them, the Monday after Thanksgiving. That would shock everyone. Except maybe one. As she has gotten use to me sending my Christmas card to her in July. Or February. Just because I can.
But I have been on my best behavior the last few years and sent it in December .
Hope you voted today... no matter how you vote..I don't care...just vote for who you believe in.
"I am mad as hell, and I am not going to take it anymore"... that is a line out of a movie... but that is how I feel this weekend.
I wanted to write this Saturday at 8am. That is the time I was reading the Bonner County Daily Bee. The headlines, made me mad and sick to my stomach. But I figured I should take a breather.. maybe I am reading it wrong. I have read it 3 times over the weekend. And I am not any better now than I was on Saturday morning.
The headlines were Plea deal ends high-profile battery case midstream writing by Robert James. A reporter for the Hagadone Newspaper network.
As I read it, I couldn't believe it. The more I read the worse it was. They called this a high-profile battery case. From what I read, it seems it should have been more into a hate crime. But then reading an article is different than being in the court room.
The case is about a 17 year old young lady, still a child by law... being throw in the fire, by a adult, (the male was 21years old). After talking about her ethnic and her parents, and then remarks of Jew and "Jews burn". Even the witness testified that they heard the remarks, and they thought he acted like he didn't care, and he wasn't sorry.
The Judge told the two sides that if they didn't come to a plead bargain, she would call a dismissal of the case as SHE thought it was accidental!!. She decided this even though there were several witness and the victim, who testified.
Accidental? Dragging a young lady 10 feet while saying... "You are a Jew... Jews burn"? He grabbed her by her waist and carried her (dragged according to another witness) and dropped her in to the fire? Accidental? Why, because the victim thought he was joking around? She thought it was a joke until he threw her in to the fire? Accidental?
Where does one get to call another Jew and Jew's burn, ok with society? And then act on it. Even if you stretch this to the point of he was joking..(although it seems the other witness didn't think he was), that makes it ok?
And for the judge not to let the trial finish, 'but to add insult to injury... to say something to the fact, (the reporter reported, the father heard the judge say) "BOYS WILL BE BOYS"?. He heard the judge say, she had two boys of her own and felt that kids will be kids"? I surely hope the judge does not allow HER son's to get away with such remarks about Jewish people. If she really felt this way, she should have excused herself from the case.
The Prosecutor confirmed that the plea was largely the judge's idea? That he didn't feel comfortable elaborating? Is the "good old boy system" still alive?
Boundary County people have worked hard to get rid of the "Deliverance" attitude that once was up there, and still exist in a small way. They don't deserve to have this ugliness reawaken in their community.
North Idaho has worked hard to get rid of the Aryan Nation attitude, with hard work from the Human Rights committee's. Sandpoint, the area where the judge is from, where she walks by every day to work, the works called Tolerance. Is this her notion of Tolerance?
I feel the victim was victimized twice. Once by Mr. Davis and once by the judge/system. Hopefully, there will be another judge to decide the sentence, as they say that is still pending.
Will this be swept under the rug, with wrongs of yesterdays? Will this young lady be harassed, as the judge has said it is ok, if you are joking?
When ever I can... I try to be fair. So because of the post above... I am going to print out what I read else where...by someone who didn't feel comfortable signing their name. Normally, I don't give a name less person, the time of day. But in this case, I will. So I will let you read it. And you decide........ Some one close to the story had this to say.... (in their own words)
And now the rest of the story... Amazing how 2 hours of testimony has been reduced to a couple of paragraphs. I would expect more out of Mr. James since he is an attorney himself. I am sure he has taken part in many plea negotiations. It is unfortunate that he did not report more of the facts presented at the hearing. In no way am I saying what Mr. Davis did is right. It was extremely stupid. Not a surprise though for an intoxicated young man. I don't see where it mentions that the vicitim in this case was also drinking. This was a party of young kids doing what they do..being stupid. I don't see any where that the victim was asked by her friends if she wanted to leave that party after the incident. She declined and stay there. She has no recolection of what she did though. She only indicated that she left a friends home at 5am the next morning. As for the religious overtones, the discussion was about her fathers religion (catholic) and her mothers (muslim) and Mr. Davis then concluded in his warped brain that "oh that must make you a Jew" The victim in this case is not jewish by the way. His actions were totally inappropriate and absolutley STUPID. Were they felonias.... should he be prison bound? I would guess there is much more to this story than we have heard. Plea bargains happen every day, all day in every Court house in the US. It ia always the responsibility of the Prosecuting attorney. for him to pass the buck on to the Judge is spineless. good day."
I am sick of the games they play. As everyone else is. I still think they should have a deadline for the nastiness. July 1st. After that, it should all be about what they can do for us and our county/ country.
So what vehicle was your favorite and what one was the one you hated, or dislike a lot?
Let's get the bad one over first. It was a 1966 Jeep Wagon. You know the big one where it came out like the trucks, but was a station wagon.
That Jeep hated me. I think I might have blogged about this vehicle before. It left me high and dry. No jack, no lug wrench to change my tire. I had brand new, that day... tires. Why would I need them? I guess that is what the guy at the tire place must have figured, as he forgot to put them back in. So a guy with a backhoe lifted it up and had a lug wrench. This Jeep would leak oil. Not when my husband drove it. Only when I did. The back window would fall down for no reason. It was suppose to be a crank down on the outside. I hated that vehicle. After 6 things that went wrong, I refuse to drive it. Drove the old 57 Chevy pick up instead. Which was always reliable.
My favorite was a 1972 Ford Ranger XL pickup. Black. 3/4 ton. Wonderful mufflers that rattled so well, when you went down a hill. Loved those mufflers.sounded like Smitty's. It drove to R.I. from Washington state.And back, pulling a trailer one time and a car the next.
And one time when it was challenged by a International Scout..(really, he thought he had a chance...lol ..lol... pity the fool) and the Ford pulled it down towards the waterfront. When I drove it across the yard from one side to the other, it sounded so great. It was almost like it strutted. I know, it was just a truck. But to me... it was A TRUCK!!!. THE TRUCK....
When I was in R.I. my father said I should get rid of it. I told him, never, I would make a flower bed out of the back of it in my yard before I would let go. But sadly, after my husband died, I had to let it go. Last I saw of it, it was going down the road with a teenager behind the wheel.
This was in 1990. It was my day off, so I had the King take me down to my place of work. He refused unless I took off the pumpkin head. He wasn't going to have people looking at him weird while he drove. lol... Then he dropped me off a block away. Only 2 or 3 knew me..by my laugh and body language. So Happy Halloween.... All Saints Day...
When you get to be my age, and you have lived as many places as I have, sometimes you try to remember just where were you, when a past memory comes up.
Like I use to go to this little tiny building on the corner. Best hamburgers. They were a quarter a piece. Which was unheard of in my home town. It was White Castle and it had to be Miami Beach, Florida.
Another hamburger place in a tiny building. Down by Horton's Plaza on First Avenue. Had to run down 12 blocks from 13th Ave. on a half hour lunch from a suit factory called Ratner's. There was a bar called Beanies on Broadway, with dime size sequins that made the name. My galpal at the time and I were always going to go there for our first beer. But we got married and had kids, so never did. It had to be San Diego, California.
It was the Ocean Drive, and two gal pals and I were drinking beer, making stops every so often to open another beer to share... or a pee break... we were underage. It had to be Newport, R.I.
Riding on the back of a snowmobile, on railroad tracks, doing 95 mph. Leaving one tavern to head to the next town to have a beer (this time legal) and play pool at the Old #3 Tavern. It had to be Roslyn, heading to Ronald, Washington.
With Elections a week from Tuesday, this is a must read.
I am going to take a liberty that I hope is not illegal. I have included all the names and etc. that I have, that is connected to this article that I recieved about a year ago. It was sent out as an email to tell women about a HBO show that was coming on. It is long, but should be read by every woman.
Here it is: Iron Jawed Angels by Kathryn Edwards, Professor of Biology, Kenyon College ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The women were innocent and defenseless. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and with their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic."
They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging, for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on November 15, 1917 (a mere 89 years ago), when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, AlicePaul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press. So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?
This year, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie. It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder. All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient. My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was----with herself."One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said."What would those women think of the way I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn. "The right to vote" she said, had become valuable to her all over again. HBO will be releasing the movie on video and DVD.
I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. We are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."Please pass this on to all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women.
_____________________________________________________________________Karen Karen Bertroch, Community Resource Director at the Wahkiakum County Community Foundation in Cathlamet, Washington and Senior Consultant at Faith Leadership Consulting at www.faith leadership.com. Phones: Cathlamet office is (360)795-8805 and cell phone is (206) 510-6632.
As you can see, I have a new blog listed. It is called Kellogg Bloggin. Runs under the name of Raymond Pert, which is the author's father's name. It is a tribute to his father.
The writings are wonderful. When he talks about sitting at the kitchen table with his lap top, writing his blog and hearing music. Well, you feel like you are there sitting across from him, you can hear the music and listen to him tell you the stories of ago.
This man is in a league of his own. The rest of us are just players. This man writes the stories of his soul. And the soul of his fellow towns people.
He lives in Eugene, Oregon and works as a teacher. But he was raised in Kellogg, Idaho. And Kellogg, her people, still have his soul. The writings get dark sometimes. But the times and lives were dark. It is a mining town. People die there. If not in the mine itself, then the dust or other fumes.
But he also brings in the good times, the raunchy times. The times to drink and cuss, to enjoy the soul fullness of good friends. Who have been lucky enough to survive this dark mining town. Showing that even in the darkest of time, friends and family live their lives like the rest of us...just harder.
There is laughter, and times that he makes you smile. But most of it is, just telling it like it is. So hope you will check in with him. Read several stories. Go down at least 5 or 6 stories. You will be glad you did.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.... STEP RIGHT UP HERE AND COME SEE......
Remember the old barkers at the carnivals and circuses? Calling for you to come see all the oddities for the land?
Well, this is what I am reminded of, as I watch thru the media of all types.
You have seen the old days of Harry Truman and his family waving off the back side of a train with the flag draped across.
You had the debates of Kennedy and Nixon on TV. And all those since.
But boy, is this year a doozy. You see Mary Jane looking out at you, (names change to protect us all). Telling you this is her campaign message and she approves of it all. Well, heck ya... after all, it is her and others talking about all the great things she has done. Nothing about the opponent. Now when you get the negative ads, there is really fine print telling you who paid for it. But it sure isn't the candidate saying , I approve of this message.
We have gone from the announcer telling us at 5 p.m. who won the race in the nationals on the East Coast. To reading the returns just a hour after election doors close, for your local races.
We have gone to blogs telling who they think should win, what a louse a certain candidate is. (who they never even met). To the candidates, themselves having blogs and sites. To now... Youtube.com putting on minute spots. Some times with the message, but mostly to make fun of the candidate.
Makes you wonder how Bush would have done if he was running this year. Blogs were just starting when he ran.
And this is just the mid-years..not even a Presidential year. No wonder no one is throwing their hats in the ring seriously so far.
Talk about a circus... and hopefully this circus will be over next Wed. morning with correct results and hopefully no one calling foul, to drag out the counting for months later.
SO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.... HANG ON TO YOUR HATS, THIS IS GOING TO BE A HECK OF A RIDE!!!
In the 1970's or 80's there was a movie with the Blues Brothers. I forgot the actual name of the movie. But it was the older Blues Brother's With John B. and Dan A.
There was a song in there they sang, which seem to fit my life at the time. And yesterday, was another day like that.
The name of the song was..... "What did I do to piss you off?"
It was how I felt as the appliance Gods attacked.
It started off a good morning. I was all gung-ho to start some of my cleaning up the house. To try to get rid of stuff. Only trouble there was so much just plain junk, from the weekend, I had to get that out of the way first. So I put in a load of wash.
I went about half hour later to switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer so I could put the next load in. I lifted up a couple things, and I thought, these seem a little heavy. The next one was a sweatshirt. And sure enough.. It was wet. Solid wet. What the heck, came to mind. So I put the clothes back in, and put on spin. Nothing. Waited. Still nothing. And it let me open the lid. And you know, the lock monster does NOT let you lift the lid for at least 5 minutes after the load stops. Surely never when it is in the spin area. I went thru this 5 times. Check the load to see if it would wash. No. Water goes in. Water comes out when it is suppose to. No agitation. Aggravation, yes. But no movement at all. No spin. Being I am not keen on taking things apart, before I give the King a chance. I decided to wait until he came home.
After the blue cloud settled, he told me he had to take it outside. I told him, let me look at the manual maybe there is an easier way. OH, no.. he knows what he is talking about, he has to work on it from the bottom, and there isn't any room there to do it, so he has to take it outside to the deck. Not a pretty picture in my mind.
Well, after all the disconnects, repairing his dolly (the clicker fell off when I moved the entertainment center out of the house, while he was in Boise, this summer). We were all set for removal.
Yea, right. He fought with it, back and forth. I moved stuff in the kitchen so he would have swing room when he got it out of the little room. Blue smoke, cuss words, measuring. More words.
We did buy it, and we did install it. So it stands to reason what goes in, can come out. So he turns it sideways, and with 1/8 inch, it came out. Into the kitchen, turn around and out the door. This took about 3/4 hour.
He finds out the opening is not under it but in front. I found this funny, but knew not to mention this. He moved the belt, check the clutch, everything is proving to work fine. He said well try to move the agitator. It moves. So let's see if it works. No..can't. It is 220, and we don't have an extension nor plug in for that. So back into the house. Thru the door, with me helping lift it on to the steps into the house. In and turn around in the house, back to the little room. Hook everything up, run a test.. it spins... Wait 5 minutes for lock to let us open. Put in water, it agitates for washing and rinsing. Then the big test. Put in the wet clothes. Spins... spins almost dry.
Now I got to ask why? Almost 2 hours wasted. Oh, I looked at the book...it says to open in front first to check out movement of parts. I didn't tell him that. I think he figured that one out on his own now.