I DON'T DO SICK VERY WELL....

I have two speeds for being sick...

One is leave me the hell alone and

let me sleep, and just let me die.

The other is... when i am not real bad

sick. I am still mobile but like a bear with a

thorn in the side..

The second one is worse for those around

me.  Because I am in part.. denial and trying

to get work done so I will feel better. When

I work around the house, it takes my mind off

of me.. but I have sharp tongue.. My conversations

are a little sharp around the edges and I don't mean

to be that way..  So it is just best to leave me be.

And that is how this weekend went. Not a good

thing, when you have guest.  But found out the

antibiotics that I am taking for cut finger that got

infected... has the side effects of...

sleepiness...... check...

heavy stomach area with stomach ache....check

feeling like I could vomit, but don't....  check..

lost of appetite... ... check

In other worse I am not exactly sick.. but I am not

really well either.

All I can say it ... after these past 4 days, i better

have lost some weight... after having soup and

toast most of the time.. I think the scale should

honor me with a 5 pound lost... and for pain and

suffering.. another 5 pound lost...

Thank God tomorrow is my last day for the antibiotics.

As this totally sucks...

GOOD BYE AUGUST...

The roll of toilet paper is going faster....

A long time ago, some person told me that life

as you get older, is like a roll of toilet paper...

The closer  you get to the end, the faster it goes.

I thought that was hilarious, but not anymore....

So here we are.. with August fading away....

taking summer with it.. and September coming

up fast and furious..

The garden is already reacting.. some of the squash

don't have the beautiful green leaves.  The tomatoes

are starting to turn red... and I hope we get them

all before the extra cold mornings hit us... The yellow

ones are still producing like crazy.

Another month and it will be time to put the yard

back to bed for winter.. but at least we won't

have to mow the lawn 2 times a week. No more

weed whacking.. YAHOO.... I hate weed whacking.

As I look forward to the turning of the leaves on the

trees, I look forlorn at the passing of another

summer.  And I refuse to even think about winter.

So guess the person was right about the toilet

paper roll.  

WHY ME?......WHY NOT ME

I was innocently weeding my flowers

last week.  As I grabbed the big weed

I felt  something and then pain... A

YELLOW JACKET... this my second

in as many as week. 

I went in and got the baking soda and

peroxide and made a paste.  I took

out the stinger and put the paste on

the area... No pain... no sting. so

that is good.  I also, noticed I had

a cut on the top of the finger.

Second day, it was itching like crazy

and the paste didn't help that.. no

anti itch cream.. End up putting

a band aid on it so not to scratch it.

Day 3.. I now have two bumps on

the backside of my finger.. and they hurt.

Put another band aid on..

Day 4...it is stinging in several place

under the band aid.  The yellow

jacket sting is fine now.. but the

back of the finger is growing more

bumps that are painful.. 

So, as my doctor use to call me..

Dr. Cis...decided to relieve the

pain by opening the bumps with

a needle... BIG MISTAKE....

Long story short...... I ended up

going to Immediate Care and my

finger is infected.. not just a

little bit.. . It has gone around the

corner of my finger. So have to

clean, and soak and put cream

on it... and take antibiotic's of

course.  And leave it to the air

she said... that is easier said

than done...   Also typing on the

key board is no picnic... it is the

old peck system.. And so far I have

found the word ....you....that can

be done on the right hand... all the

rest of the important letters.. are on

the left.

Sometimes I sure get myself in

trouble... and you don't want to

hear what the King thinks...

Well, you might, but I am not going

to tell you...

Is the world losing it's treasures/?

I am not going to go into ISIS

here. There are sites after site

about them, besides what I am

going to talk about, isn't just them.

While watching the news for the

past year, I have watched scene's

of men destroying national treasures.

For years this has happen.. but mostly

stolen in the WWII..  There is even a

treaty.

This that I found on internet

"destruction of cultural sites is forbidden

under a number of international treaties,

including the 1954 UNESCO Convention

on the Protection of Cultural Property in the

Event of Armed Conflict. And besides, the end

result is the same: the destruction of a history

and a culture."  (Washington Post- 6/5/15)

This year Yemen has been hit at many of the

historical sites. Castles, The 1,200-year-old

al-Hadi Mosque,has been hazed... and these

seem to be by the Saudi's with

planes flying over.. And it said, they can't tell the

old buildings from the new.. and it is war...kind of..

But what is disturbing is the ones on the ground,

who go into the museums and destroy statutes

of the country's founding fathers and etc.

That one was ISIS.  I presume they do it

because, if they get rid of the old, the people

would lose hope..  And you know that ISIS

does not pay any attention to any treaties...

heck they don't even pay attention to lives

itself... Especially others, as sadly we

have seen on the news. 

We know what will happen here, if they aren't

stopped. National treasures will be in pictures

only.. by the tourist.

A great mind gone, but won't be forgotten...

Down in the lower right side of this blog is

a list of other blogs that I go to read. Some

are done often... some not...

The one called  TG's Raves and Rants

it is 3 years old.  He only did a few in

the two years that he wrote. But they

were each very powerful.  But the lure

of Facebook, where he could debate,

have fun, with his friends took over

the blog time. 

He had an opinion.. yes, I would

say on just about everything. He

could quote facts, he had common

sense opinions, something that is rare

in these days.

And a wild and wonderful wit. His

sense of humor was great... some

probably didn't understand.. but

those of us who read his comments,

ALWAYS laughed.. and if we weren't

laughing..  we were thinking..

Yet he was a gentle giant. His love of

birds and his dogs were huge. But

most of all.... the love of his wife, Emily

was the strongest of all.  They have

been married.....what 10?, maybe even

15 years?  And their love is so very

strong..  Great respect for each other,

yet could pull off some kind of prank

on each other.  They are a perfect

match.

And the reason why I am writing this

today?  First this is the King and my

nephew... The King's oldest brother's

son.  And he passed away, with out

warning.. at 1:30am in his sleep at the

tender age of 38.

Leaving a huge hole in all of our lives.

Family, friends. gaming friends, Facebook

friends...work friends..

He had a great love of music, movies, Star Wars,

and D&D type games... and some what W0W game.

Also he was a greatly loved cartoonist.

Face Book lit up, as the word past thru

the day, as each learn of his passing.

Hundreds of comments of broken hearts

.. and still coming in. 

Loving words... some showed pictures

of him, or the one showed the instruments,

telling how they played rock music for him,

in his honor......very LOUDLY..

In a couple of weeks there will be a celebration

of life for Travis... all will gather one last time

to share their love of him together.  Trying

to fill the hole.  And the sad feeling of what

could have been.  38 is way too young to

leave us all.

found this picture on his Facebook page.. seems fitting.. even though is is about 25 years ago..or so.

 Good night sweet prince.... 

Too much junk saved...

Don't know about you, but I have a problem of

using surfaces for catch all.. the dining room seems

to survived. But my back bedroom and my own

dresser drawers are my worse.  Also have a desk

that gets it too. 

So yesterday, I decided to clean off all the surfaces

and deal with it..  So piled it up all on my bed.

It took me 3 hours to clean it, find places to put

the stuff or throw it away. 

Filed some papers, put some of the stuff in the

drawers, and got rid of the rest. 

I have decided I save way too much crap. And

the sad thing is.. when I put some of the stuff

away in drawers, I know someday I have to dump

them out and deal with all that stuff too. 

Harvest time is beginning....

We are getting tomatoes, every where. First it

was a couple of yellow small ones.. Now we

have all the red ones and the maroon ones the

King tried out.

Zucchini I have been peeling and shredding for

this winter. Bagging it in 2 cups in each bag.

That is how much it takes for one recipe of

Choc. Zucchini Bread... and then the neighbor

brought a couple huge ones.. So did the same

with them, but put them in a bag of 10 cups.

That will be ready for sweet relish.

We went out to the blueberry farm and picked

a total of 4 buckets in two days... So they are

in the freezer ready for jam making day.

Then there is the paddy squash that has decide

to grow crazy.. So par boiling, freezing them.

Then last night I made 34 bacon wrapped  stuffed

with cheese and wienies, jalapeno for the King's

Mechanic bar b que on Sunday.

So been busier than an one arm paper hanger..

August is the visiting time....

August 18, 2015

August is visiting time...

It seems like August is our busiest time

for family to visit....

This is not a complaint at all..

As we have had fun with our visitors...

Then there is the "last of the summer bar-b-ques".

Eat weekend seems to be another one. The

King puts on a "Mechanic bar-b-que" for his

fellow workers.

And the weather is letting up, so it is enjoyable to

eat outside again.. The yellow jackets seem to be

a little less.. not a lot but some..

And we still have our senior citizen entertainment

of the evening.. the hummingbirds.. But there seems

to be less of them. We are down to about 4 now.

This is where we went last Saturday...  

 and the winner is... No. 8....

 At one time they were all like this.. with  No. 24 running around.. back and forth as the rest sat dead in the heap.. but as No. 24 decided to get a could extra hits in.... he happen to unhook  No. 8... which was his undoing... 
as No. 8 was able to come back around and slam No. 24 back into the heap and finished him off.. Lesson learn?  If you are ahead of the game.. keep away from the mess. 
lol

I have not

been to a derby before... seen them on tv many

times.. but this was the first up and personal one.

How about you... when do you get the most visitors? 

Some times... you just have nothing....

As a blogger, especially a long time blogger,

you just have nothing to write about. 

It is just blank.. nothing.

Nothing amazing, surprising or etc. that

is going on. 

So you draw a blank.. and today

is one of those day..

So enjoy what is left of our summer,

as the days slip away... quickly.

And this blog is like the show, Seinfield

it is about nothing....

Judge not the tortured soul

Once again, shots have rang out in the little town

of Sandpoint.  Shots by a police officer. 

Then will come the judges.. not the ones in black robes,

but the ones who sit in a coffee shop, get on social

media and sit in the bars.   They will judge the young man

who lost his life.. They will judge the police officer... all with

no facts .. only rumors that fly thru the town and over the

social media.

But who is anyone to judge?  They were not there. They

did not see the tortured soul of a young man. A young man

who has had trouble with life for many years.  The family

who, God forbid, I hope did not watch it happen.  With

the exception of a brother. The parents who have watched

their son be tore apart by demons of life.

And the police officer, who had to make a decision to reach

for that gun.  To make a quick instant judgment, that will

haunt him for the rest of his life.  Do you seriously think

he went home that night, and hugged his family, and said

sadly, I had to take a life today, but that is part of my job?

No, he went home, broken.. knowing he had to make a

decision so quickly... and will second guess himself for

the rest of his life.  He will go over and over it with the

authorities as they try to find out what exactly happen.

But he will go over it ... and over it.. the rest of his life,

trying to second guess, was there another alternative?

Was there another way, he could have changed the

outcome? Could he have said something different?

No matter what the reports that come out of all this at

the end of the day.... He will always have second

thoughts.

The bad part of this ....is the people who will second

guess what they think, they understand.. some with

a tiny bit of facts.. some will twist those facts, to their

own agenda. And don't think of the fall out of it all,

on the families who are involved.  The police officer's

family who will be called out because of their father, or

husband...  Some will rather believe the rumors, than

deal with the facts.  Some will over look the bare truth

of a tortured soul.

Instead of calling out, the situation itself, we need to

look into what lead up to the situation.  We have to be

as a human race, be accountable to the torture soul

of the times.  This young man isn't the first and sadly

won't be the last.

May the two families, find some way to find peace in

their lives.  And hopefully the town will support that

peace. 

The first day at the fair....AND THE WINNER IS....

The King and I went over to the county fair here

in our little town...this is the first day

so not so much is open yet. As the

big animal barn wasn't ready. 

but it was not a waste of time... because

we saw the WINNER.. 

This is the King's butter nut squash which got a red ribbon.. (second)   

 But here is the big surprise...... 
The King's Blue Hubbard Squash got ... a blue ribbon.. (1st place)
the purple ribbon... Grand Champion
AND the medallion.... BEST IN SHOW!!! ...

He was so surprised....  and then he saw the red ribbon on his butternut... he was amazed.  But thrilled. 

 they had some of the quilts hanging up..

Then there is the fish and game building...  the Elk which
the King hopes to get this year... 

This is the greatest scary of them all... the target deer.. also used by the fish and game to  fool the poachers...So used at night and 
during off seasons..  So if one is dumb enough to shoot it.. I am 
sure there will be a tap on your shoulder..   

This is the memory pool with the names of so many who worked with the Fair in the past.. a lot of them thru the 4 H CLUBS... 

AND THIS IS THE GRAND WINNER....... the King is pretty proud, as he should be..  He has another one in the garden almost as big..

HEY, MA, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS...

August 11, 2015

HEY, Ma, you are not going to believe this....

I have a well known history of killing indoor plants.

It goes back many years...

My mother gave me a Yucca plant, because it

was dying.. and she didn't want it to die on her

watch.  She was a great gardener.  Inside as

well as outside.  They had a green house that was

L shaped, from the back door to around the corner

to the garage.  She could go to a restaurant and

see a plant she wanted...... pinch a piece off of it,

bring it home.. put it in a pot of dirt and wa...la..

it would grow and she would have her own plant.

So she didn't want this plant to die with her.

She knew I killed plants and was use to it..

But surprise, surprise it grew.  I snapped off all

the dead or dying leaves and it came back with

it's own.. It grew to about 2 feet tall.   I gave it

to my sister in law when I left R.I.  And she got

it to go to 4 feet and it bushed out about 3 feet.

But that was the exception to my rule.

My husband who is deceased, finally brought

home a plastic plant and told me, "I know you

can't kill this one", after me killing 4 of his.

So when a friend gave me a Orchid about

almost a year ago.. I cringed...Thinking

oh, no... knowing I am going to kill this small

delicate flower.. Even the King said "oh, no..

she kills plants."

The only thing I had going for me... was my

neighbor has one.. and when she goes out of

town, I have had to water all of her plants.

She told me to fill the orchid with water.. let

sit for about 3 minutes and gently turn it

upside down... and let all the excess water drain

off.  And it worked for hers... I did not kill her Orchid.

So figured, ok... I can do this. And it did work. Those

flowers lasted forever.. like 4 or 5  months or more..

they were there before they started to shrink and die off. 

Now what do I do with it, I thought.. So I stuck it in a window

on the North side of the house.  We were running AC

so didn't dare leave it where I had it.. just 2 feet away.

And then.....................then.............. I FORGOT IT...

And for some reason, yesterday, I thought about it.

Oh, no.. it has to be dead, where ever it is... so I

searched for it.. and found it.. in the window in the

back room on the north side,.... where I had not

watered it all that time.. what almost 3 months?

I gently removed it.. soooooooooooo slowly....

I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT... IT HAS BUDS..

I DIDN'T KILL IT....  It survived somehow with

out water for 3 months...

HEY, MA.. there might be hope for me after all.

I DIDN'T KILL IT..   

Sunday ...good day for books....

We finally........finally got rain.. A good rain.

Our weekend guests have left.

So it was a good day to read or watch

television.   But I got to ask you.. what

happen to television on Sunday afternoon?

Remember we have antenna, which by

the way is working out really well. Saving

us over $70 a month.

But when we went to see what to watch it was

channel after channel of PAID PROGRAM...

WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN TO SUNDAY

AFTERNOON PROGRAMS? 

We get ABC, CBS, NBC, PBS, AND FOX.

All of them with the exception of PBS..

had PAID PROGRAM .. better known

as half hour commercials.

There wasn't anything I wanted to watch

on the 3 PBS channels we get.

So I did the best next thing.. turn off the

television and open my book that I am reading. 

You got to be kidding me...Driving me nuts.

Driving me nuts

(v.) To be getting annoyed by a trivial or small matter.

Commercial: There is a tour bus... London like.. with the tour guide

or it is a African tour bus with a tour guide... and she jumps up and

says.... WHO HERE HAS TROUBLE WITH THEIR BOWELS? It is

a commercial for some kind of stomach product.. which I don't

remember because of the fact, I can't believe it. YOU GOT TO

BE KIDDING ME.

On the news this morning... the Today show... they are

giving the latest news around the world.. Fires, shooting,

weather raising cain in the New England area.. Trees

down.. from subject  to subject of serious stories.. AND

THEN... out of this reporters mouth... A story about how

Ms. Piggy and Kermit the Frog have called it quits.

WHAT? That is serious news? They aren't even real...

YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!  

WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?

The celebrities sure have been hitting the skids

in the marriage department... 

You have Blake Shelton and Miranda Lambert

Then there is Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck

Now there is Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale

with Reba McEntire and Narvel Blackstock

there was rumors of Will and Jana Smith

but Will says it isn't so... NO WAY..

and then today ... surely in jest.. there

is.. Kermit the Frog and Ms Piggy.

All of these in the past week and half.

Which goes to show.. that money doesn't

buy you love.  That money doesn't find

you happiness.....

As the Smith's so apply put it.. Marriage

is hard work... Something that the rest of

us can attest to.  

Which kind of shows.. when the bottom line

is shown.. you can be rich and famous.. but

when it comes to marriage.. they are like the

rest of us..   It is what you put in to it.. that

keeps it going.. or it dives out..