Saturday's best email of the week

Observations on Growing Older

Your kids are becoming you...and you don't like them ...

but your grandchildren are perfect!

~Going out is good. Coming home is better!

~When people say you look "Great"... they add "for your age!"

~When you needed the discount you paid full price. Now you get discounts on everything ... movies, hotels, flights, but you're too tired to use them.

~You forget names ... but it's OK because other people forgot they even knew you!!!

~The 5 pounds you wanted to lose is now 15, and you have a better chance of losing your keys than the 15 pounds.

~You realize you're never going to be really good at anything .... especially golf.

~Your husband is counting on you to remember things you don't remember.

~The things you used to care to do, you no longer care to do, but you really do care that you don't care to do them anymore..

~Your husband sleeps better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring than he does in bed. It's called his "pre-sleep".

~Remember when your mother said "Wear clean underwear in case you GET in an accident"? Now you bring clean underwear in case you HAVE an accident!

~You used to say, "I hope my kids GET married ... Now, "I hope they STAY married!"

~You miss the days when everything worked with just an "ON" and "OFF" switch..

~When GOOGLE, ipod, email, modem ... were unheard of, and a mouse was something that made you climb on a table.

~You used to use more 4 letter words ... "what?"..."when?" ??? ~Now that you can afford expensive jewelry, it's not safe to wear it anywhere.

~Your husband has a night out with the guys but he's home by 9:00 P.M. ...next week it will be 8:30 P.M.

~You read 100 pages into a book before you realize you've read it..

~What used to be freckles are now liver spots. ~Everybody whispers.

~Now that your husband has retired ... you'd give anything if he'd find a job!

~You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet .... 2 of which you will never wear.

~~~But old is good in some things:

old songs

old movies

And best of all OLD FRIENDS!!

The LUCKIEST MOM!!!!!...

My kids have had a secret for a year.
Part of it was told to me in December,
because my daughter wanted to make
sure I did not make any plans for a certain
week. So she had to tell me a tiny bit of it.

She told me that in February, that some of
my kids were going to treat me to a vacation
for my 70th birthday. They wanted to do some
thing special. But the timing for their surprise
had to be done in February instead of April, when
my birthday is. That is all I was entitled to know.
And actually I was fine with that.

But some people were given some of the information,
and told my husband, who knew he was going too.
And he told me. Which at first I discounted that, because
one of my son’s was not able to go (I was told that much.)
And being his wife has relatives to where it was said,
I knew we weren’t going there.

After Christmas holidays, the trip was mention again, by
my husband, and I told him, maybe Vegas or Disneyland.
Well, his friend once again, says where it is we are going.
My daughter thinking I knew where I was going because
of the slippery mouth friend… admitted it was true. Which
I said, I hope we can go see this one Memorial that is there.
And she said that is the place we are going. That island.
But she wasn’t going to talk to me anymore about it. And
that is fine by me. I want to be surprised by who gets
to come.

She did this for me, for my 60th and I had guess that something
was up and I had guessed who was coming… except….I had
not guess all of the boys… my son who lives in Wisconsin came
too, and I was totally blown away.

So this should be a wonderful time, and my daughter did reassure
me that it was not costing an arm and leg for the kids who are
participating in it.

So where am I going? CIS, AND YOUR WONDERFUL
HUSBAND ARE GOING TO …..not Disneyland, but
HAWAII…. And yes, I do get to see the WW II Memorial.!!
I am one lucky MOM…. I am, to me, the luckiest Mom of
All..

Now, nobody say anything else… I want the rest to be a
Surprise… HAWAII… here we come in mid February!!

Butter or Margarine?????

Ok, here is your question for the day....is it butter or is it
margarine that you prefer?

This past week's email has brought two emails about how
butter was better for you. Wish I had saved the cartoon that
came with it. Something about trusting farmer more than
scientist.

I have ate margarine all my life. I can remember when I was a child
that butter was rationed. So margarine came into play. It came in a
bag, with a little red dot in the corner of the bag. You were
to crush the little dot and it ran into the white of the margarine.
That made it turn yellow like butter. I guess people didn't like the
sickly white look stuff.

All my marriage life I have used margarine. And so far I have
made it pretty well. I am almost 70, so I must not be in the
52% of margarine users that has a heart attack under the age of
60 ..as the email talked about.

So after two women in my life who are die heart butter users,
gave me a hard time about how bad margarine is for me. I
decided yesterday to pick up some butter and give it a decent
fair trial. See to me, butter taste a little bit better than lard.

When I went to the store last night to buy butter, I found out
their prices are about the same as margarine is now. Use to
be a lot more. Another reason why I didn't use it.

But finding just butter was not quite as easy as I thought. I
like the softer butter/margarine. Well, it comes in olive oil or
cananola oil... what is with that? Isn't butter suppose to be
the item from the cows milk...period? why do they add oil?
Doesn't that defeat the purpose?

I found a tub of BUTTER, nothing added. Whipped butter, called
Challenge Butter. It said on the tub.. 'from cows NOT TREATED
with the growth hormone rbST. Well, that was reassuring.

So this morning I tried it on bread. Now I want to give this a fair
and decent trial, so I will try it on several items before I make my
decision... but got to say, so far, not impressed.

And the read out isn't good either. Calories.. 45 for my brand of
margarine (Brummel&Brown) with yogurt. and Butter?..70.
Same for fat. Both have the same amount of fat as they have in calories.
Margarine has no cholesterol.... butter has 20mgs.
Margarine has 1.5 Sat. fat...butter has 5g.
both have 0 carbs. and butter wins the sodium race by having
58mg... where as margarine has 90mg.
Vit. A butter..5% and margarine 10%... so as I see it the
margarine is winning the numbers better than butter... but
I am in this for the taste. So I will see in a week, as that is
what I decided to be fair and decent trial.

So what about you? Are you butter or margarine lover.

Chisel and Hammer needed....

I need a hammer and chisel. I have writer's block.
Nothing there but static between the ears...
There is nothing in the world worth writing about
that is funny.

My galpal wanted to go to the movies the other
night. Told her I will pass, nothing I wanted to see.
She mention one or two, and I said no, too sad or
too violent. I am not into that. I like comedies.
Life has enough sadness (Haiti) and anger,
(Congressmen and women) I need something
light and funny.

So for today. This is the way I feel... writers
block and all

Fat is my Destiny????

Fat is my Destiny???

342 days of Wii fit and Active and still no weight loss. Two pounds
doesn't count, neither does 4.
Gave up sugar, have the minimum of flour, no pop, cut down portions,
never been a pies, cookies, cakes, type of person...
and still no weight loss.

Is it my destiny to be fat? I would tell you I didn't start
out fat, but that would not be true...
I thought I started out as 5 # 10 oz,
only to be told in later years it was actually
10# and 5 oz's.... What a revolting thought that was.

I started up in life, small.. I entered high school at
93 pounds and solid. I did barn work, garden work,
house work, played a lot of different sports and
not much time for sitting.

I graduated at 95# with little to no figure. Pencil
like so to speak. Had strong large legs in the
calf area, as I walked and hiked a lot.

Then came adulthood, and kids, and more kids,
and even with running with them, I still worked up
to 140 pounds. Then ranging from 125 to 140 when
not having children.

At the age of 45, I decided to go back to old ways,
walking, running (never was good at that) workouts,
and down to 110, I was. Then I join the work force,
and slowly it inched up. I was busy all the time, but
was back to 140 in no time. And slowly more came.
Middle age spread, well, I must have been spreading
it high and wide.

So here I am in my late 60's and thrown the gamut
over the 200 mark. And I started to work out again.
Walking, but gave up on that. My breathing is not
like it should be. Duh, do you think?

My daughter bought a Wii last year, and then Active and
Wii Fit was added. This year Wii Active 2.. and Wii Fit 2.
But I haven't got to the Wii Fit 2 yet. So I do these 4 times
a week. 30 to 40 minutes at a time. Sweating to the oldie
never got me worked out like this does...

And so far? Nothing. I am firmer, got better balance,but not
feeding into the...well, you have muscle now and they weigh a lot.
While I am not a bowl of jello, I am not losing the pounds either.

Is this my destiny to work out the rest of my life. While the
Wii is a lot of fun to do, I am not having the fun that my body
tells everyone I am. No chocolate bars, pop, milkshakes
that people must think I do...

I will be glad when summer comes and I can bike again.
I sure I could do it now, the weather is good enough. But I didn't
want to plan my life around exercising.

Rhode Island 101

In the links below here to the left is
NY System Hot Weiners and Other RI Favorites!
I don't know why it is called NY System Hot Weiners
if they are R.I. favorites. But if you click on that link,
you will find not only R.I. related things but also great
Italian stuff....
.
On that site they have a book in their store. It is called
Rhode Island 101... which I have had a ball reading.
I knew that the first person who was jailed for a speeding
ticket was in R.I. (for doing 20 mph) and a few other first.

Like Newport having the first Synagogue in the United States.
But I did not know that the Quakers took it over for a while and
it was used for underground railroad for blacks.

I knew that Ann Hutchinson settled Portsmouth, where my
parents lived. Which was next to Middletown where I was
raised. What I didn't know was she was the first woman to
settle a town in United States.

I knew R.I. was settled by Roger Williams in 1636 and he did
it for religious freedoms. And I knew about the foresaid Jewish
people. But I didn't realize Quakers were also there.

I knew that R.I. was the last to sign on to be a state. But I didn't
know that the Providence Journal is the longest running newspaper
which was started in 1829, in United States.

R.I. was and still is made up of mostly Portuguese, Italians, French,
Irish, African and English families. Each one making their mark on the state.
The Irish for lawyers and politics, Italians and Portuguese were the best
farmers and fishermen. Also the Portuguese are the best craftsmen of the
famous stone walls that are to this day markers for land. Just to name
some.

And you can't talk about R.I. without talking about the Mafia. Which
controlled most of the upper area of R.I. From Raymond Patriarce, who
even showed up in court on a hospital stretcher, and when he died we
thought there should be the words "See I told you I was sick"., on his
gravestone. Of course there is Buddy Cianci, which I wrote about before, who
would give the Illinois Governor a run for his money.

And of course they say we talk funny. I have gotten rid of most of
mine accent. But still have someone catch me in some of it. We
have cellars back there, not basement. And if you want a milkshake,
then you ask for a cabinet. Although if you are from Newport, you ask
for the best... which is an Awful Awful... if you could drink 3 of them
in a row, you got a free one. And be sure to tell the waiters you don't
want milk in your coffee, because it comes that way. And Dunkin
Donuts still has the best coffee in the land. And we love our Stuffies, or
Johnny Cakes.
And our parent's sister is our Aunt (ant) sound alike to people can't tell
if we are saying potty and party, cotta or carter, dark or dock and several
other words..

There is wonderful history in R.I. From the start of the Revolutionary War.
The Naval War College, the mansions of the very rich of the 1890's to
1920's that were lived in until the 1950's to 60's. And now open for
the public. It is mind blowing to see these homes, to find out they
were built for 2 months a year in the summer. Bath tubs with hot
and cold faucets for regular water as well as salt water. Well, worth
the sights. All of R.I. is....

So if you would like to read about R.I. and buy the book which is
under $20.00... and listen to the music, click on
NY System Hot Wieners and Other RI Favorites! - Rhode Island Wieners.

I think it is always interesting to read about your own state. You think you
know, but there are so many facts you find as a surprise.

Family Sandwiches....

Nope, this isn't a post about food... this is about
you and I. And everyone else who has ever had
a single elder parent and children that rely on you. Even
if they don't think they do. Seems like the time your
parents need you, is about the time you have high school
or college children. And you thought your freedom was
close at hand, and you would be traveling. Best laid plans
of mice and men..... Remember how you treat your parents,
is how your children will treat you.

If you have an elder parent who is still living in their
own home, it can be frustrating... some of it by your
own doing. This is meaning parents who are 75 and older.
It is frustrating for both the parent and yourself. Because
you are wondering when to jump in and when to stay out.

If you jump in because you feel Mom or Dad aren't connecting
well with reality, or you keep looking for that time, you
are walking on eggs. They quite well will tell you,
they don't need you or your advice... yet in the next breathe,
say they wish you would do this or that for them.
So you walk the tightrope.

The old saying that one mother can raise 8 children, yet
8 children can't take care of one mother, some times ring
true. Especially when most of those children have moved
away.

Then there is the old play of... well, you were Mom's favorite.
Or Dad always had time for you. Or the ones who live out of
town, second guess what is being done by the ones who live
in town. Adding to this mix, is the parent saying... "well, no
one has time for me".

When my now deceased husband, had visited his mother in Minnesota,
she told him, no one ever comes to see me.. or hardly ever come to
see me... So he sat down with his sisters and told them what Mom
had said. And asked why can't you girls stop by once in a while.
There was silence... for about 3 minutes... then one of them looked
at the other and said, do you want to hit him or should I? Then they
explained. One of the girls was still working. She would stop by every
night after work and see how "mom" was doing. When she shopped,
she would ask if Mom wanted to go, (most of the time told no.) Only day
she did not come by was Sunday. As she went to church and then did
things with her children. The other sister, told how she would go at least
3 times a week, in the morning. Have coffee with Mom, ask if she would
like to go for a ride or is there anything Mom would like.
So when you are the out of town kid, ask questions before you make a
statement.

When in town, take your parents over so the in town children can have
a break. And grandchildren are a great break for the parents too.
And when Mom or Dad complain about your siblings, remember, they are
probably saying the same thing about you, to them... You might think you
are the favorite... but actually you all are. So you get equal praise as well
as equal blame.

And for the ones who parents are so busy they don't have time for
you... consider yourself lucky. Enjoy it while it last.


happy 59 birthday...gg

Men and Women

Men seem to think we are complicated. I don't know why
they think that. After all, we are pretty much an open book.
What you see, is pretty much what we are. We tend to
say it like it is. Especially us older ones.

Now men, tend to clam up. So we have to either try to
guess what they are thinking or we are just blind to the
fact they have something on their mind. They just figure
we know what they are thinking.

But as I told the King, I flunked the mind reading class,
and I didn't do well in the predicting the future class either.
But I have had the lost and found class down pretty well.

WINTER

Each year winter takes its toll. Some are worse than others.
I don't know which is worse, the ones with so much snow,
or the ones like we are having right now. Gloomy and rainy,
and fog clouds hanging around like a bad cold. And we have
2 to 3 more months.

But who knows what kind of winter we will have left. That is
one of the things about living in Idaho. You just never know
what you are going to get. Year before last, about this time,
we started to get snow. And it snowed off and on for 4 months.
We had snow 4 feet on the flat. We had 4 feet or more on top
of buildings. Building, if we were wise we shoveled off. Which
we did... many times... even doing the neighbor and friends.
Those who did not, lost their buildings.

Being one of those who doesn't do well with the gloomy days,
still feels encouraged as we don't have to shovel this stuff.
Plus the family is taking me somewhere in February, (of
which I still don't know) so hope this weather holds out
until we get back. As we are driving across Washington
State.

So on these lovely days, I will think positive thoughts.
Maybe the Spring seed catalogs will show up soon.

Also how can anyone here feel down, when you watch
the television and see how blessed we are. My heart goes
out to the people of Haiti. It is nice to see that no matter
how upset we get with each other countries, that we can pull
together in times like this.

The Grey Skies of Winter

WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES...
FIRST ONE January 1st
SECOND ONES.. TODAY January 16th...
Up close and distance... all
from my front yard in about the same spot.

With this being our 3rd day of this..... no wonder I feel so wet dishragy....

Growing up with Bucky

I was told that there was a little girl of 4 or 5 that was a great little horse girl.

That in the early Spring when show horses are taken out for practice, she could

handle any barn rat. A barn rat was a horse that went from point A, which is where you were riding, at a full gallop, straight across the ring to point B, which was the barn/stable. This little girl didn’t have enough strength I guess, to turn these horses as they went for a full gallop across the ring, and over the short gate and into the barn. Yet within 5 seconds later, she and that said horse came flying back out that barn, across the corral and over the short gate and back to the ring. I was told that.

This was NOT the same 8-year-old girl who later, after not riding for 2 years, was given a pony to ride in shows. A couple of practices and off they went to the horse show. His show name was Mighty Mouse because he was gray like a mouse, with black mane and tail and a black stripe from that mane to the tail. Also had black legs with a couple of white stockings. (for those who are not horse owners, that is the white on the lower part of the leg, going to the hoof.) Mighty Mouse and said young 8-year-old girl, were taken into the ring and let go. Now neither the pony, (who was about 14 hands high, taller than a Shetland, yet smaller than the average horse) nor the girl were fond of being here with a bunch of people standing and sitting around this big ring… with no short gate. After a few rounds of the ring Mighty Mouse lived up to his barn name. Which was Bucky. And he earn this name well. After a few attempts of trying to handle this little dynamite of a guy, to no avail… the girl started to cry, “I want out of here”. After the 3 times, the judges signaled the mother to take the child and pony out. The look on my mother’s face reminded me of the words of Jim McKay on Wild World of Sports, the agony of defeat. See my mother was a great horsewoman. Riding American Saddle Breds, 5 Gaited horses, and Jumpers. So her head hung low. And I was banished from ever riding in a show again.

The summer went by and Bucky and I became friends. Leading to my mother’s hope that maybe there was a chance yet. Especially after seeing the Spring come and go, with Bucky and I having a few times of disagreements of who was going to win the barn rat race. And my coming out on the topside 99% of the time.

So by the age of 10, she decided that Bucky and I would become jumpers together. She would have us practicing over and over. First with the regular routine of times around walking, two times around the ring, trotting, and then two times around cantering… then reverse and the same again. After we had that down pat, she brought out the jumps. First starting with the cross section ones, which was about 18 inches high… Bucky and I thought this was fun and we did well. There were 4 of them around the ring… So then it came to the straight cross bars. They were about 2 feet for starters. As the days went by, we were doing pretty well, until she got to the 3 foot 6 inches ones… then Bucky and I were not always on the same page. As we gallop towards the jump, I would lean into the mane and rise up a bit on to the wither area. About 2 feet from the jump, Bucky decided he didn’t want any part of this, so skidded to a stop. Some how, it is a little harder for the rider, who thinks we are going over, to stop too, and thus, goes over the pony’s head and in to the jumps. Of which the horsewoman’s commands come swift, of “get back on that horse now!”

Bucky and I went thru this process over and over, days and days, mostly going over the jumps. Then they were raised to 4 feet. Bucky took one look at that, and he knew he wasn’t going over…. We galloped towards it, and I knew I wasn’t going over it, if Bucky wasn’t, as that jump sure looked awful high. So Bucky swerve and I was glad. The horsewoman was not amused. After trying about 4 times, she decided she would show us how to do it. She board Bucky, galloped around the ring, coming around the curve and headed down to that jump. I don’t know if I wanted Bucky to do it or not. Because if he did, that meant I was going to have to. He didn’t. He swerved… and the horsewoman almost went off.

Back around, whip in hand this time, full gallop, towards the jump, and at the last second, Bucky decided he had enough, he bucked and then stopped. The horsewoman flew across the jump. I did not laugh… because I didn’t want the results of that. She got back on, rode him around, brought him back to me, jumped off, handed me the reins, and told me that we (Bucky and I) would never make it in shows. Bucky and I were glad…

Bucky and I got along great. We use to go out to the backfields, and he would graze on the grass, I would lie back on him and watch the clouds go by. We rode over in the tree nursery, and sit by the creek. We had great times together.

But showing was never one of them. Mom gave up on us.

Mom sold Bucky, and I did show a couple times. I rode for some people on their horse, in western pleasure classes. Much to my mother’s disgust, as she hated western style.

My Tongue is broke...

Actually it isn’t my tongue that is broke,
It is my taster or smeller that is broke.

I see on Hell’s Kitchen where the chef
ask the future head chef to name the
ingredients in some food. And they do
and hit 99% of the ingredients or 100%.
I can’t. But I thought maybe they were
special.

But today, my galpal was over and I told her
you got to taste this stuff. It was something a
friend from England sent. I didn’t tell her
what it was… and she told me the same
thing I thought it tasted like BUT she also
named another ingredient that I knew was in
there, that I could NOT taste.. Yeast.

How did she do that? She said, I just taste
it and there it was. Dang, my taste buds only
got salt, and the beef bullion taste.

My taster is broke.

TAXES

I should be doing other things… but I am
writing up my blog because I am putting off
the job of the season. The job of the month.
Taxes.

I have my folder which I keep papers in over
the year, so it shouldn’t be hard to do. But…
I am really not into it. I do have until mid
March. It takes that long for one of my piece
of papers to show up. I keep hoping each
year it will show up in Feb. As I like to get it
over with. But it always shows up in March.
So much for the deal of computers and being
faster.

So I gather everything, making sure I have
everything I need. And like I say, I have a
folder which I put tax related papers into
all thru the years, so it shouldn’t be hard.
But I procrastinate.

Then in March I head to H&R BLOCK, and
have my gal..(no, I am not telling you which
one we use, as she is busy enough as it is.)
and she works her magic and tells us the good
news… how much of a refund we get. The older
we get, the less it is…but so far we aren’t paying,
which I am grateful…..

But I procrastinate… I got to go get this done.

How Howie Mandel almost got me in trouble...

In 1987, I was working for a nursing home.
and it was almost Holloween, so we were to
come up with a costume for that day.

I had taken a gentleman to the bathroom,
after lunch before I laid him down for his
afternoon nap. Now this gentleman was an
old Marine. So he could be a handful from
time to time. So I sat on the bed waiting for
him, with the door ajar so I could see if he
stood up.

I was thinking about what could I come up
with a disguise or costume. When Howie
Mandel came to mind with his surgical glove
act of a rooster. Using a surgical glove.

So I took one out of my pocket and put it on my
head, and bring it over my nose to try to blow it
up. I don’t know how Howie did that. But I tried
and tried to blow it up, succeeding in getting it
blown up about 1/3 of what it should be. But I
kept trying. I had been at it for about 5 minutes
or so, when my partner came in to see if she
could help me.

Upon closing the door, she lean against it in a
fit of laughter and asked me what the hell was
I trying to do. It took her at least a minute to
get herself under control.. because she laughed
even more when I was trying to explain what I
was doing, as I sat there with a glove on my’
head.

Then I saw her eyes go to the left of me. And then
she really lost it….and she was pointing as she was
leaning against the door in a fit of laughter…….. I
looked to my right, and saw the door of the bathroom
was open, and the gentleman was in a fit of laughter
of his own, holding on to the rail next to him.

I took the glove off my head, and we both help him
off of the toilet. And as we walked him to the bed,
He was still laughing and saying …. She has got to
be the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life.

And even days later as I was working and he walked
by or was sitting at a table, he would start laughing and

The King

You all know I love the King beyond words.
But sometimes he blows my mind.

The King's biological body clock wakes him
up at 4 a.m. Probably due to the years of two
different jobs that had him up at 3:30 or 4 a.m.
To be at work by 5 a.m. But he and the dog watch
television and falls asleep in the recliner.

My body aurora stirs in a fog in the winter about
7 a.m. (unless I am working) and my feelers check
to see if it is.... a. warm b. is it daylight yet? If
it is yes, it is cold or still dark, I cuddle down in the
covers until 7:30 am.

But twice now in the past month and half, the
King has decided to step into the threshold of
our bedroom and bellow his proclamation of what
is on his mind. "NO, YOU DID NOT LOCK THE DOOR!!
(I am sure I did but this is not the point) as my body
aurora has been lifted off the mattress and slam
dunked down, while my heart is in cardio arrest mode.
What ever possess a man to do such a thing? AND,
where in that message did it become an emergency?
Why could the message not wait until 7-7:30 a.m.?

Where I would have probably have said, "I thought I
did--sorry", but instead I lay there pissed off. He has
left the room, justified he has made his point. And I
rise up and head to, the bathroom and glare at him.

Then to make matters worse...he gives me the
innocent look of "what, are you up?"

Why? Why? Do they feel they may not remember
later? Because surely it could have waited.

The Empty Container....

We wives have all seen the empty plate
in the refrig. You know the one who that
had food on it, the last time you saw it.

Or the jar with a teaspoon of what ever it
is that is in the jar. What is with that?
And is it a guy thing? In other words, women,
have you done it too?

Just before Christmas, we were given a
jar of delicious apple jelly. So I have been
only taking a little bit for breakfast, so it
will last a long time. And where we keep
our jelly/jams, is in the door of the refrig.
You can only see the top of the jars. So
if you know the color or type of the jelly/jam
you know which one you want.

I had decided to eat some of the commercial
ones, so I could keep my apple jelly longer.
Well, you can imagine the drop of my jaw,
when I lifted it out of the door, on Christmas
Eve morning... and saw... at the most 2 table
spoons of apple jelly!! Last I had seen it it was
half full, a week before.

Remember I am eating the commercial one, as
I can buy as much as the store can stock. And
all I can see is jar lids when I reach inside to get
a jar.

Why do guys do that? I guess I should consider
myself lucky, as there was enough to put on my
toast.

Why I am not....

Why I am not a Republican.
Because Republicans are like Catholics and they feel they are the only one's going to the Promise Land AND the rest of us are going to hell. And if we don't believe like they do....we are idiots and don't deserve to vote. They want to cut everyone down to the bare bone except for themselves.

I am not a Democrat.
Because Democrats never saw a bill they didn't like unless
the Republicans wrote it. And will vote for it ONLY if there is something for them. It is spend, spend, spend, as if it was
our money not theirs...which it is. Our money. They say
TRILLIONS, like you and I say dollar.

I am not an Independent Party.
Because for the most part they seem to have radicals
with the except of Peroit and the Anderson guy. There
really doesn't seem to be a plan except take everything
way from everybody. But I think they mean they want
to take away or not give, unless it is them deciding to
whom they want to have it. They meaning the party
member him or herself.

So I belong to the Cafeteria Party
Which a lot of you, who read my blog often,
already know. And for those who don't, it
means I go down the list of Democrats,
Republicans, and Independents.and hopefully
pick someone who I think will do the job right.
And I am here to tell you, this has been a thin diet of late.

I foolishly think that the Congress should be for the people, not themselves. I think Pork of Politics should be illegal.
Congress should be there for all the people of the United States.

Anything in state should be taken care of in-state. And if we did such a thing we wouldn't have to send so much to the Feds in Washington, D. C.

That Congress would met for only 14 to 20 days a year. That Congress person should get a regular job like the rest of us,
like it was set up originality.

This Slovenliness has got to stop!!!

This 4 day weekend in the middle of winter
has been hell. Everyone I talk to, is in the same
mode as I am. People in their p.j.’s until noon.
Watching old movies, reading a book, reading
online Even those who normally don’t do the
games online are getting their Farmville ready.

Is it the weather? Is it 4 days weekend and
not finding anything to do? Because if you
are into summer activies, this isn’t the time
of the year. Even if you are into winter, it
has left a lot to be desired. I guess if you
are a skier, then you are doing well.. And
the snowmobilers are doing ok. But the weather
is too crumby to go to town, besides Christmas
took all the money anyway.

But those of us who do yard stuff…
Things of the sun. It sure seems like
a long weekend. With too much food
around still. With promise of giving up
a lot of that food we just got finishing
eating.

Oh, yea, and how active we are going to be
this year. Exercise, walking, you name it,
You have promised yourself, this is the year.

Right after this weekend, by that time I will be
out of my pj’s.

2010

HAPPY NEW YEAR