Here we go again, gas prices. I knew it was coming as my sister in S.C. and my brother in R.I. both told of high gas prices there for some time. R.I. is running $1.69 to $1.79 and S.C. has had those prices since before Christmas.
Now our prices are starting up over $1.61 up here in our area. And we haven't even got close to tourist seasons.
What I don't understand is why? Gas, we are told is selling for $33 a barrel. So what is with the price rises?
I know a lot of the companies are laying off their employee's. Mostly because people aren't buying. But the thing is, with so many losing their jobs, or the possibility of it coming soon to them. Everyone is trying to hang on to their money, so they can buy the necessities.
I know my theory is: If I can't eat it, wear it, or have it shelter me, then I am not buying it.
Looking back over the years of blogging. I was reading some of my past blog stories. Ones way back... the year I started. 2005 Some were fairly good, lot of them were boring, no wonder most who started with me left. lol....
December 30th 2005. Movie Theaters
December 23,2005...To the guy who reads my blog December 21..... The Wedding.
December 7 King Kong
November 4 I am Woman I am Invincible
October 19 I shaved my legs for this..
July the demolition of Panhandle Milling Store pictures. Memories of Roslyn Washington.. June 30... Bucky my pony when I was a kid
May 2005.. the lost of Cowgirl building...pictures April 2005..... gas prices were $2.37 April I turned 65 March was the fight was over on Terri, as she had passed away, Somewhere over the Rainbow.
March was also projects... that go array And one of the funnier ones.... Crafts,some people don't have it.
Any of you bloggers of a long time, look at your first year worth?
Also I see we have another American Idol to cheer for... from Idaho. Rose from Rathdrum.
I always thought that if one spends money that doesn't belong to you... it was a jail offense.
I thought if you took money that a company has, and used it for personal gain, it was called embezzlement. Which was against the law and was a jail offense.
So how and why, do these CEO's who spend the money on private offices, private bathrooms, and give away money for bonus to your other employee's, as you are heading out of office, how do they stay out of jail?
I know, I know, the rules are different for them, than it is for you and I. We are sent to jail, pass go, no money, just to jail with no get out of jail free card. Just have your name splashed across the headlines with the words EMBEZZLEMENT blazing away.
But these guys, they get to say, "well, it wasn't the best of ideas, now that I think of it. I am sorry, I really shouldn't have done that. Maybe I should have used my own money". Wow, they pay $85,000 for a rug and I should have paid for it myself? Do you think?
And Citibank decided to cancel the order for their top of the line private jet for 12, because the media told about it and people are screaming. Aren't they one of the ones with their hands out for part of the bail out. So they cancelled as they think it is bad timing.... do you think???
THROW THE BUMS IN JAIL... take their bonus back, and the property they own. After all the IRS does it to us all the time. Ask Willie Nelson and Jerry Lee Lewis.
We all try to be a good friend. And hope others, who we call friends, will be too. But a lot of times we get disappointed. There is far and few between who are the real deal. Thru thick and thin. Unconditional friendship.The one who you don't see for years, yet pick up right off where you left off. The rest are just good friends.
Those who disappoint us, it is kind of our own fault. We put up expectations that the person can't make. They are trying to be a good friend, and are to what they have in them. It is the best they can do. So for us to expect more from them, is kind of unfair.
We have to realize their limitations. Then maybe we can understand why they don't meet our expectations. Because we have a higher code of friendship, maybe they don't. Not because they don't care, but because they just don't have it.
And some of us, try to make over a friend to what we expect. That is so unfair. Just like a spouse. What attracted you in the first place is gone, when they try to change to what you want. So if you really care, then accept them....for themselves.
Watching Howie Mandel in Howie we do it..... reminds me of the time I was working in the nursing home. I had this gentleman on the toilet. While I was waiting for him to do his thing... I was thinking of what could I dress up for Halloween.
I had a glove in my hand....and I thought... Howie Mandel did a thing where he put a glove on his head and somehow got it blew up so he looked like a rooster. So if I could figure out how to get the glove blown up, I could go as a rooster for the Halloween party the job had.
So there I am, sitting on the gentleman's bed, looking in to see if he is ok, (door ajar) and I put the glove on my head. I got it down over my nose, but that is as far as I could get it to go... Could not get it to my mouth... So here I am, glove on head, blowing for all I am worth..... thru my nose, trying to get the glove to fill up... I would blow until I was blue, and then take a breath.... but the air would come back out. So I would blow until I was blue again, then hold my nose so the air wouldn't go out, and breathed thru my mouth for more air.
My second attempt at this, my partner walks in to the room, looks at me.. ask me what the hell was I doing, and as I tried to explain, she fell against the wall and down the wall with laughter, pointing at the gentleman on the toilet, who was hanging on to the sink beside him.. laughing until he was crying.as he had seen it all from the beginning......
I was the joke of the place for quite some time... with questions of how is your rooster coming? have you blown your brains out yet... hey, Cis you look a little blue... are you still blowing up gloves??? Hey, Cis, I would give you a hand for your rooster idea, but the gloves are wet...
In order to become a politician or a actor, or even a singer, you have to have fire in the belly strength. You have to want it more than anything in the world.
You have to have thick skin, so no matter what you say,or do, when you have the naysayers targeting you, you have to let it roll off your back.
If you want to become a good one, you have to have great morals. Be honest, NEVER ever let your guard down to temptations. Of any kind. The love of power, money or other such sins of life. There aren't many who passed the test. Because power and money or both, are usually more than the mere mortal can stand.
If you can stand up to criticisms, accusations, don't care what anyone else says about you personally, that you are there to do the job you came to do.. have the fire in the belly attitude.. then maybe you can make it.
Because as in stardom, there are far more people to knock you down then there are there cheering you on...
I guess for what ever reason, Carolina Kennedy didn't have it. I don't blame her. She is far more like her mother than her father.
Just how many do we really need in our lives? I was at a friend's house over the weekend, and saw we are not the only one that have so many.
I have seen where they have ones for TV and vcrs. My Aunt had such a remote. It took us an hour and may buttons pushed to finally get what we wanted out of it..and that was by trial and error. And I am not sure we could have done it again.
I have a kind of hand on mine. It is a matter of the old question ...WHERE IS THE REMOTE. I think they should have beepers on them. As you can see one of the remotes is a Wii. I have to use that thru 3 remotes.
The television one to put it on 00. Then turn on the DVD player (why I am not sure, but it works and that is all I care) and then the Wii.
The others are the picture frame, and my stereo player.
MONSTER IN THE SNOW/ICE Across the street from me is a fairly large berm from the snow pushed up in the parking lot. When I was outside yesterday, I noticed this ice sculpture made by the sun.
Today, at noon Barack Hussein Obama will become our President. Bring HOPE to all of us who voted for him. And even for those who did not. He will be the first part black President.
But we forget as we get excited about the possibilities. We forget, he is just a man. He is not the second coming. He is not a star. He is just a fine man. Who hopes he can help our country become what it use to be.
He has gathered people who he hopes are intelligent enough, strong enough, and honest enough to help him do just that. And for those who think he will solve all of our problems in short order, they are forgetting the fact, he is just a man. Not a magician.
So today, we all gather around our televisions, computers, and watch this great moment. One, that one hopes that goes thru without a hitch. We all hope to feel the same elation that those who stand at the Mall in Washington, D.C. on this day. All full of hope, hope which is something that Obama himself feels, as he steps forward to the call. To take a chance on all of us, to do the right thing, to help even in the smallest of ways.
We will listen to his words, just as those of us who listen to John F. Kennedy in 1961. The same hope, the same feeling of what a great country we live in, and the possibilities.
This will be a day for everyone. Black, white and all those in-between. This is a great day for the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
One never knows if this is a holiday or not. Depends on where you are and who you are dealing with. Actually, I guess it is a holiday pretty much anywhere, but the question is, who has it off.
I think it is a good day for school to teach the importance of Martin Luther King jr. Who he was, and how he handle his life in the marches and etc. Always with non-violence. But should schools have it off and should it be called Martin Luther King Day, I don't know. I think I would have been more comfortable, if it was called Civil Rights Day. As there were a lot more people who gave their lives for civil rights.
I remember what the South was like before Rev. King's protest started. I moved from R.I. where we went to school with the colored (as they were called at that time in R.I.) even had friends, close friends who were colored. Then I moved down to Miami Beach, Florida at 17 after high school, to help my grandfather. He had a person who came in to clean his house every week. Her name was Mildred.
In my ignorance, I almost got Mildred in great trouble. I had taken the bus to Miami. And on that bus was Mildred, so I sat with her, as we had become friends. The bus came to a fast halt. The bus driver yelled back, "YOU CAN'T SIT BACK THERE, COME UP FRONT." I turn around to see who he was talking to. And then understood he was talking to me, and also it dawn on me the terror look on Mildred's face when I sat. She whispered to me, "please go sit up front". I looked at her with a confused face, I guess, because she said "please, I will explain later". So I got up and moved to the front, and heard something to the tune of "damn, Northerners". Mildred explain to me the next time she came, the way of the South. I was in disbelief. And later I did notice, fountains that said "whites only" and other places.
I left Florida about 5 months later. It was hard to believe that people treated blacks like that. I am not going to tell you there wasn't a difference between blacks and whites in R.I. But it wasn't like that. It wasn't any difference than a Catholic family not wanting their children marrying Jewish or any other religion for that matter. Same with the Jewish mothers not wanting non Jewish daughter in laws. Or Greek families not wanting non Greek in laws. Never like the whites treated the blacks in the South. Thankfully, California wasn't that way.
The King and I were watching a movie the other night. After it was over, I had switched to another channel for a program we wanted to watch.
There was about 5 to 10 minutes left from this one program. One I had seen the blurbers for and thought what a stupid show. It was called Momma's Boys.
Well, I will tell you, I never laughed so hard. There was this mother who was talking to her son about two girls. Best I could figure out, the son had to chose between these two girls for his next date, which would be the first serious one. I guess.
But this mother went on and on to her son, about how she knew him best, and she knew which girl it should be, and she knew he like the blonde, but he needed to pick the other girl. How she would fit in the family better and etc. etc.
Next thing I see is 3 men, with their mothers, on a beach. And two girls standing in front each of them. I guess the two he was suppose to pick one.
The one mother who was doing all the talking, said a few words and the weak son took the one she wanted. The blonde was bummed out, and shocked. She doesn't know how lucky she is.
Then the next one picked one and the mother seem to be ok with it. Not happy, but ok with it.
Then came the next one. I swear, she was holding her son's arm and telling how this was HER son, HER boy, and how SHE wanted him to be happy, and while they were nice girls, they were not for HER boy. They did not fit in their lives. All this thru tears, and a grip on her son, and then.... I swear.. the tears stopped fast, and she looks at them, blows them a kiss and says... but I love you both. And the LOSER... dropped both girls and left with mom...
Hollywood can't write stuff like this.
The preview said something about next week, and a surprise about the girl the first guy picked. Hummmm, the only way this could be funnier, is if the girl turn out to be a guy.
Everyone wants it. Please give money. I am not talking about your bills you have from week to week. It is the school levies.
We just got hit by the school districts money levy last year. That was for buildings, buses, and etc. When I got the tax bill, I had to sit down. It was $117 raise just for the school alone.
Which always gets me as the school district is listed 3 times. I guess one for running it, one for the buildings, and then the real gut catcher... school OTHER.
What the hell is OTHER listed under the school district? My share is a mere $3.50 or something like that. When you times $3.50 per tax payer, well that adds up. What is that used for? Why is it called OTHER. Don't they know where it is going?
Now we are up for another school levy. This one for running the schools. And we have already gotten the guilt trip letters to the editors about how those of us who are saying no, should be ashamed of ourselves. Don't we care about the kids, and the teachers do a great job, and we don't want to lose them.
But to me it is about the numbers. This is to replace a levy that is running out in June. So the numbers I want to hear is... how much more are they asking for, above what we are replacing? And why in this economy, are they asking for more. (they never ask for the same or less).
I just got finish making arrangements to pay $10 more on my mortgage for 6 months to make up for the shortage of that last levy. On top of the $10 added to my payment, a month more than I have to pay for my share of the last year levy. See they take it out of my escrow in Dec for the new levy. but I didn't find out how much of a raise until mid-August. So I was already 3 months behind in the added escrow, have to pay. Meaning for 6 months, I have to pay $20 more a month, to catch up. Just in time for the new levy.
And don't give me the guilt part. Yes, I want the kids to have a good education, yes, I want the teachers to stay. But the bottom line is... for me... If they want $10 more, and I only have $5 in my pocket... I got to say no. If I don't have it.. I don't have it.
Don't give me the garbage if I drink one less coffee/latte, it will pay for itself.. That is insulting. First of all, I haven't had a latte for months. And my daughter bought that one.
And tell that garbage to the ones who just lost their 401, or any other retirement they had. Get another job? Who is going to hire a 69 year old woman? Or a 77 or 82 or 91 year old.
Get a circuit breaker for your taxes?? Have you ever seen one of those? 12 pages long, and you need a CPA and a lawyer to fill it out. I have seen in my job as a home health worker in the past, the elderly just throw it across the table, because it was so hard for them to understand.
Tell it to the young couple who just lost their job. Tell it to the contractor who lost his sub contract work because the main contractor folded and didn't finish pay him.
Don't pull that guilt crap on us. This time it won't work. I am hanging on to my $5. And voting no.
Let me set the disclaimer first. I love meat. Hamburger, hot dogs, chickens, fish, turkey, well you get the idea.
But if the idea of e-coli in the meat keeps up and if the pump up shots for quick growth, and the possible side effects on humans keeps coming.. well, it makes you start to look at exactly what are you eating. Being most of us don't raise our own anymore.
So we feed (no pun intended) into the idea that being a vegetarian is the way to go, what would happen if we ALL became vegetarians. Worldwide.
First would be the lost of cattle ranches, as I doubt they would raise them for pets. Same for pig farms, and chicken farms.
Then there is the feed stores for all of those animals we are no longer eating, so no longer needed, so don't need the feed. So down the tubes goes the feed ranches.
Next up is the butchers and slaughter houses. The trucking companies will see a decline in their need. Fast Foods will have to down grade their grills and etc.
Next would be the Fish and Game money. As there would be no need for license and tags for deer, elk, and bears and the rest. No ducks, turkey, pheasant and other bird hunting. As there is no way the public is going to let the hunting go on for just the trophy hunting.
Up next is all the leather products. No jackets, belts, and all the other things that are made out of animal hides and other byproducts.
I suppose some ranches could raise cows, pigs, sheep and etc. for pets or maybe like a zoo of domestic animals. Kind of a gentlemen's ranching. Would their be retirement ranches for animals?
And what happens to the fishermen? The whole fishing fleet? Crab trappers and lobster trappers. And all the little business, that they support. Marina's and etc.
These are just what is on the top of my head, of the side effects of everyone becoming a vegetarians. Sorry guys, I have to help support all these people out of work because of it, so I will keep buying my hamburg, chicken, and fish. Some one pass the butter for my lobster.
YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS... I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT....
My daughter was telling me about one of the gals who works at the place she works. The gal called Pizza Hut for a pizza delivery... and it went down hill from there.
She lives 1 and half miles from Pizza Hut. Yet the person who is on the other end of the phone is FROM OVERSEAS!!! Yes, I said Pizza Hut call was answered overseas. She had to spell the name of the street 5 times. It was Brittany St. The man never heard of it. This took at least 15 minutes, and finally he has it right. Then he tells her they don't deliver there. She said WHAT? The man repeats, Pizza Hut doesn't deliver there. He had Googled her address, and it wasn't there. She told them she lived a mile and half away and had pizza delivered there before.. Sorry, ma'am, it isn't on Google. She hung up.
The weather is at a lull of sorts. Some rain, some snow, but not much of either. That is not a complaint, it is a fact.
So here we sat off and on thru the weekend...watching movies and etc. Feeling like we should be doing more. Even after church, we would come home to shovel, or snowblow. Or do the neighbors. It has gotten to be a way of life. The thing to do, just another winter day in Idaho.
So here we are, not having to shovel, the roofs are clear. Which we are grateful. Even the leak we got from the snow raking is taken care of.
We just seem off kilter here. Not that there is anything wrong with that. And I am sure that we will be at it again in a week or so.
When I was young, I had to pull duty in the garden. Pulling my fair share of weeds. My brother continue the job even after I left.
Over the years I have had some gardens, but most of them have been flower gardens. With veggie gardens sprinkled here and there. The King is the one who does the veggie garden.
I remember my first year in Idaho, where I built a green house with the kids help. And started corn in there, fairly early. By the time it came safe enough to put them in the garden, they were almost 2 feet high. They did great. I was so proud of them, I had my picture taken with them. Standing so tall, about 2 feet above my head. And they said you can't bring corn to full growth in Idaho.. There they were ...tall, green, and nice size cobs growing on them, not quite full size yet. The next day after the picture was taken, I took another. There they stood, kind of. Yellow, and drooping. It had froze the night before. And down they went.
When I was a kid there was a place called Victory Garden. The field stood empty as the years went by. But in its glory, it was a sight to behold. In the 1940's the government encouraged Victory Gardens. Some you did yourself, or as in this case it was tilled for families. The Vanderbilt's had it. Yes, Cooper Anderson, grandfather had this for the public. Now I hear it is a housing project.
In the 1970's I remember community gardens. It would be a lot that someone would rent out tilled sections to families. The owner would water it, but the renter had to do their own weeding. It was mostly for people who had an apt. and didn't have an area to do gardening.
There are still a lot of people who garden yet, but they seem to be 30 and older. Will gardening be a lost art? Will the younger generation take it up? Or will they be so use to fast food drive thru windows, that they won't know or want to know how it is grown?
Sometimes, microwaves are dangerous to your health.
Couple years ago, when we got Misty, I got a stuffed black cat and put it in the microwave. The point was, her sister who went to someone else was black. We figured if we put a warm black soft object in her bed with her, she would sleep.
I put the black cat in the microwave oven, and turn away to get a drink of water while it warmed up. All a sudden I heard crackling, and looked at the microwave, and saw the cat on fire. I open the oven, and threw the cat into the sink and sprayed it with water. Seems the cat's tail had a wire in it. Cut off tail, snipped burnt parts off and put in the dryer, which I should have done in the first place.
Then Monday, I was thinking of how to get the peanut butter out of the jar, as there was only a little bit left. I had a small piece of fudge left from the holidays. So of course as a good Reese piece person, I thought I would throw the fudge in the jar, and melt the two together. Best laid plans of mice and men... After 60 seconds in the microwave oven, well, you see the results... below... it still tasted good.
I am inviting you to join me at....... MySpace, Face space, Reunion space, Family space.
These are all nice things, but I am not a joiner. Never been good at clubs and such.,
Goes back to the Brownie bit. Remember, I used my Brownie dues for the Penny Store. I shared my bubble gum with the girls, but that didn't count. And I got kicked out of Brownies.
Which was a bummer as it was just getting interesting. We were just learning how to put a screen over a paper and a leaf. Then take a toothbrush ...dab it in the ink and brush the ink back and forth over the paper. Which gave a neat outline of the leaf on the paper. I never got to keep mine, as I got kicked out before they were dry.
So I am not good at joining anything. I tried a couple times, and it didn't work out. Even when I started out with the computer, I joined ICQ (remember that one) and there was something about being a Buddy and a few others. I had so many passwords, that I had to write them down in a book.
So while I appreciate the thought of you asking me to join you at one site or another... I can only handle one. My computer must sense this, as every time I have tried to do Yahoo, it goes thru the motions and then notifies me it didn't work out and went into error.
Pictures in my mind are not on paper. You know when you are talking to someone and it brings back a memory. And then your mind goes to that time, with your eyes open or closed you can picture what you saw then.
Do you know what a "Thank You Ma'am is? As the words roll off my mind, I picture the Y.M.C. A. in Newport, Rhode Island. It was used for the Navy. And coming from one side street toward the other, crossing the main street of Broadway, pass the Y.M.C.A and down around the corner. And the words were said was .. "Thank you, Ma'am." Do you know why?
When President Eisenhower's name is mention, my mind goes to a day in the 1957 when he came to the War College and Newport, R.I. Naval Base. We had protested our supervisor when he said we could not take our lunch time, when the President arrived. Before the time of protesting was common, we all in unison walked out and stood on the side of the road that was thru the Naval Base we work on, and waited. The first view, was the big black car, with small USA flags flying on each corner of the front of the car. My mind still sees the grille with the flags flying.
Miami Beach brings the look of standing on white sand. Ours in R.I. was grey. And looking out to see blue water. Ours was, well, it wasn't blue like this. It was more green/brown. And then standing in the water up to my waist and looking down and seeing my white feet. It was winter. I had left R.I. to go take care of my grandfather. I left -08 and arrived in 65 degrees. Which they called cold.
It is a wonderful thing, the brain, that can bring a view to your mind, with a mere mention of a time. Or bring smells to your nose, of a particular day.
When all of this stuff was going on in Chicago, with Blagojevich, I would think back to my old state of Rhode Island. It wasn't the governor. But the mayor of Providence.
It was the 1970's and Providence was being Providence. For those who don't live on the East Coast, R.I. had a reputation of being the little mafia state. There was a mafia guy who was always being taken into court. He would show up in a wheelchair, or even a gurney. When he finally died, I told my mother they should have on his stone..."See I told you I was sick".
There was constant newspapers articles of investigations in to the government programs and kickbacks, with names like Rocco, and several other nicknames.
But during this time there was one Buddy Cianci Jr., mayor of Providence. He was actually in there twice. There was always stories about his life. Seems he beat up a guy who he thought was messing with his wife..and even hit her or something like that. Buddy was quite a character in all the meaning of the word.
He WAS Mr. Providence. And in spite of all of his shady doings, he did do good by Providence. He brought up the city by its bootstraps and did a fine job of it. It was by all means, by the time he was ousted and jailed, a city to be proud of. The hotels, the buildings, the park and the river. Probably the best city, money could buy.
But today I got my Yankee magazine and there was a short article on Buddy. Was I ever flabbergasted. Not by what he is doing. After getting out of prison for racketeering conspiracy, he is now the of the talk of the town again. He is a radio show host. A talk show host for Providence. Who better to talk about the town. And there is going to be a movie about him. Prince of Providence.
But what surprised me is ... He is old and baldheaded. See Buddy use to look very much like Blagojevich. You know the young, full head of wild hair. The cockiness of him.
I would say this is for those who moved here in the past year or so, but I think you might be getting the idea of it...but maybe you can use the list for the next year. It is too late for this year, as most is out of stock. But you can try.
For those of you out there, thinking of moving to the great wonderful winter land called North Idaho, yet only visited during the Spring, Summer, and Fall or early winter... this is for you.
Upon moving here, there is a few things you will need to make it thru the winter. So make a copy of this list. All of these supplies must be bought as soon as you move into your house or apt. It does not make any difference if you are renting or buying.
In your garage, you need the whole wall to have hangers of different sizes. So go to Home Depot or the one of your choice, but who has a good supply of hangers. Those can be large nails, or the big red hooks, or even the little metal do hickeys that will hold a handle of a tool. Also get a clip board that will hold hand tools for you.
Now, what are you going to hang there? Many things and sizes. If you get here in the Spring and we still have snowblowers in the store, buy one now. Because after October the price goes up. And after November there may not be any in the stores at all.
Also look for snow rakes. For those from the south. That is a 20 foot long aluminum handle with a 2 foot by 6 inch flat sheet of aluminum with braces at the end of this handle. Google snow rake on internet.
Next is shovels. You will need several of these. Not just your everyday shovel, but a snow shovel. They come in several sizes and shapes. Go for a couple light ones. And one really good metal one. You will need at least 6 of these. They break, sometimes from the heavy snow. Sometimes because you threw the shovel off of the roof, and it hit the car and broke.
Also make sure you have good insurance for your vehicles. Especially for all winter problems. Because the guy who slides into you, with his 1970 truck probably doesn't have insurance. Also for flying objects. (see shovel breakage above).
Next you need a very high ladder. One that makes it to the roof of your house with room to spare. As you will either be climbing up on the roof or you will hire someone to do it. Usually the neighborhood kid, as he is cheaper. Also make sure you have good homeowners insurance for such worker. See if you can add yourself to that insurance plan.
If you are buying a house or renting one, chose one that has large garage doors. Make sure it is wide enough for your car to come and go, and still park your snowblower next to the car. Without it getting hit when your wife parks the car inside. You need this space, so you can go to the garage, open the door (make sure it is well greased so it doesn't freeze up) and start your snow blower and head out into your driveway.
So there you go, hangers on the whole wall. snow blower snow rake minimum of 6 shovels of different sizes and weight. (metal shovels get heavy after the first hour) several sizes of wrenches and other tools (for repair of snow blower and repair of snow rake, if you are not mechanically inclined, put a mechanic of small tools on retainer so he will be available for you at all hours or days) Insurance paid up for the winter... (homeowners, vehicle, and lawyers) Lawyers for the time you threaten the plow driver. And maybe a case of beer or whiskey. They won't keep you warm, but it may keep you calmer as you repeat the use of the tools on this list.
Also the best time to gather this list is in the Spring. As I said it is cheaper at this time. As these are still left from the over order in February from your local hardware store, that arrived in April.
If you don't have the luck to be coming in the Spring, try to gather as much as you can from yard and moving sales. Moving sales are the best source, as they were here the year before and just want to get out of here. They will sell fast.
Worse of it is, if you move here in the Fall, you will need to be at the store as soon as the fall supplies start coming in ...usually in August. Ask your local store dealer when the supplies will be coming in. Show him your list. He will laugh, but will tell you to be there as they sell out fast. Especially in November.
Cost for list about $3,000 and up... Cost for someone to do all this for you, $5,000 and up depending on how long the winter goes on.
And if you are thinking of leaving in October and returning at the end of April, the cost is still $5,000 and up to have someone else do it. Or you will come back in April to a house that has the roof caved in, the garage door smashed in from the snow, and water all over from the pipes that froze.
Oh, yea, add plumber in there too, forgot about the frozen pipe ordeal
Also you need 4 mailboxes to store up, for when the plow knocks it off the post and smashes it in the snowl
And WELCOME TO NORTHERN IDAHO... you will love our winter wonder land. (you will wonder when will it all stop)
I was watching the Rose Parade and really enjoyed it... In fact I was surprised there was not any entertainment injected between what they call lulls. There weren't any lulls that I saw... the bands marched right along, and the floats kept coming... very enjoyable.
Then in my search to find something not football, I came across Channel 7 (PBS) with a show about folk music and Pete Seeger. And was really surprise to hear that one of my favorite groups of my childhood, was considered communist. Our family use to sing On Top of Old Smoky, and Good Night Irene to the top of our lungs... Never heard mom or dad speak of them being communist. I barely remember them watching Joe McCarthy, and Mom thinking he was a nut case.
And who of us did not dance or sing the songs of Seeger Guthrie, Mommas and Poppas, and alike. I can remember going to the first Newport Jazz Festival with Louie Armstrong. They thought the town would be run over by riots and etc. And then it was shortly after that the Newport Folk Festivals came, that we watched from our boat. And one of my favorites was Arlo Guthrie...Alice's Restaurants.
In today's paper ... the Daily Bee, there in the For the Record..there is a report... now get this.. first I have to tell you, that Samuel's Road is in the country... but there it is in the Record... a complain of dogs barking...at (are you ready?) at turkeys. Turkeys can you imagine that, Turkeys in the country and dogs barking at them.... AT 8:50am.. dogs barking at 10 to 9 AM...folks... at turkeys in the country... and this person reported it to the SHERIFF''s office... what the heck did they want the sheriff to do, chase off the turkeys so the dogs didn't bark? Or chase off the dogs. Really, I think the sheriff's office has more important calls coming in.
And then there is yesterday's Spokesman Review. A short sideline item. Woman's grip stops naked intruder... God Bless You, Granny. Another one for the elderly... You see she is 88 years young. And he is 47 years old.
The Original 1944 Lyrics of Woody Guthrie This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me. As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me. from...... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Land_Is_Your_Land#Original_1944_Lyrics