These are the words that
we hear from our adult daughter who has just entered the tunnel of having her
daughter become a teenager.And that
sweet teenager has become a grandmother’s revenge on said adult child.
Some words of wisdom, she
is asking you.Oh, I wish there was a
handbook on raising a teen, especially a girl teen.See I always said I rather raise 5 sons than
one daughter. Sons can be asses… but daughter.. OH GOD.. the hormones rages,
the slamming of doors, the OH, MOM..is
just the light side of it all.
She, that teenage
daughter of sweetness, becomes an unknown human, that was bottled up in a sweet
little girl growing up.That sweet
child.. will push your buttons, she will not only push them, she will play it
like a wild organ,IN FACT, she will
push buttons that you didn’t even know you had. Your emotions and sanity, will
be flinging like a racket ball on the walls of a racket court.
There are some good
parenting classes out there, that may come in handy.It isn’t that they give you all the answers,
as there isn’t the perfect answers.But
they can teach you self control.
They teach you to keep
calm on the outside, while you are a raving manic on the inside.You don’t fly off the handle, screaming ….ARE
YOU OUT OF YOU F-ING MIND?WHY IN HELL
DID YOU DO THAT?WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU
THINKING OF?No, they teach you how to
pull yourself together.. And say calmly, What ever made you think that was
going to work?How is that working out
for you now?You do know there are
consequences for actions. Guess you didn’t think that out very well did you? So
tell me again how is that working out for you now?
This is not easy…The
first couple of times.. well, maybe the first 20 times..But after a while you get a rhythm to
You have to get thru to
them… that while lying, to protect yourself from trouble.. brings more trouble.
One, you have to remember the lie. Second, once your parent finds out you lied,
you have blown their trust in you.And
trust is a heavy tool in life. But once you have blown it..it is hard to get
back. Can take months or even a year or so. Depending on how bad the lie
is.You have to tell them…always tell
you the truth. It is hurtful.. If they tell you the truth, you can work thru
it.That you promise to do your best,
not to go crazy when you hear the truth. And if you do go a little crazy, to
give you 5 or 10 minutes to calm down, and then you will work with them.That if it is bad enough to involve the law…
that you will go thru it,WITH them… NOT
FOR THEM, because that is part of growing up, taking responsible for your
actions.. but you will be there for moral support.And it won’t be financial support, because
once again.. you are responsible for your actions. That is part of growing
up.We all have had to do it. And you too
willsurvive it.It is a learning lesson.
Also explaining that the
world has changed since you were a teen.That you made mistakes, like everyone has.. but the world is vicious
now.Women should never walk alone.
Safety in numbers.I can also tell you,
that you should invest in the best self defense classes you can find. EVERY
GIRL NEEDS TO KNOW HOW TO DEFEND HERSELF!
Also telling the parents
is easier on you, than them finding out from someone else.
Sports is a good idea for
all teens.. male as well as female. It helps keep them busy… expensive maybe,
but cheaper than bail money.
So good luck.. Keep
calm.. talk, but don’t lecture.Remember
every teen has a short attention span when it comes to parents..Because after the 5th word, all
they hear is blah, blah blah, like in the Charlie Brown cartoon with the
teacher. And if they are yelling or
talking while you are, remind them, it is hard to listenwhile you are talking.. (remember that when
they are talking)
When deciding to be your
kids best friend.. or a parent.. pick the parent.. they got lots of best
friends.. they only have one set of parents, who love them unconditionally and
will guide them, protect them, forever.
I hate the media… there
is so many stories.. flying thru the air… with 1% of them true..5% with maybe some truth to it.
That being bad
enough…but the rest of the nation
thinks they have the problem solved…and
it is easy to say for them.. because not one of them is going to be dealing
with the problem personally… It is easy to sit behind the screen like me and
make judgment on how things should be taken care of..Lots of feel good ideas, that are no way
Let’s take the little
girl who died on Sunday… for lack of food, for lack of water they say…some say she was sick on arrival… Heck some
say she didn’t make it to the border.And who she came to the border with.. One story is family, one story is
just her father and her mother stayed back in their country.How is this the USA fault… I don’t understand. She
had not crossed the border.. she was in a camp site on the Mexican side/or a
camp site on the way… at least that is the general information. At this date..
who knows what the truth is..But still
it is not the USA’s
fault, just because we didn’t let her father and her across the border.Maybe the people should be mad at the Mexican
border for not having nurses and doctors there to check the people..who knows.. if they would be overwhelmed,
then maybe ask Dr’s without Borders to help.
I don’t have the
answers..Just don’t like blame going
around.. by people who are not trying to solve the problem.
Ok, let’s take the influx
of the people traveling across Mexico.
Their country is so vile… they needed to leave.. for their safety sake…So they left and made it into Mexico.Why did they need to go thousands of miles
more to get to the USA/MEXICAN border?They were safe after they got across the Mexican border.. The Mexicans
were not killing them or beating them because they came.. and they didn’t need
to go further.. They were out of harms way… Oh, Mexico didn’t want them.. you might
say.. for the same reason why we can’t take everyone and anyone..But did they wait?No.. Mexico DID OFFER.. jobs, and food
and area.. but they said no… we are going to the USA.. to the land of honey, I
Don’t they read our
papers?The housing is over priced?
Crime is still ramping up… Jobs are at the lowest of pay now, and health
insurance is going to be scrapped.So
why come here?
I have no problem with
anyone coming here.. IF THEY COME LEGALLY… most are not taking our jobs away as
it has been said over the years.. They are taking jobs that even our kids don’t
want to do for summer jobs anymore.. Too hard and too low of wages.So that shoots that down..Come legally and they pay taxes, like you and
While it is a wonderful
idea and thought to let everyone in.. as they please… But if you are out in the
ocean.. in your 20 foot boat fishing…. And you see people jumping off of a sinking
ship… you can’t take everyone aboard.Your boat will sink.. and then all of you are swimming for your
life.You might be able to let them hang
on to your boat, and help you navigate thru the waters… until they can stand
up.,at the nearest land….. but you can not put them all in your boat..
Which brings me to the
next thing… all those across the country who are mad as hell, that there is
people on the other side of the border wanting in.. why aren’t they signing up
for a sponsorship…meaning take that
family or man into YOUR household.. for a year.. get them jobs and homes.. and
registered…. So they too can become citizens of the USA?I don’t see anyone signing up for that?
When I was a child, in
R.I. there were a lot of people who came from Portugal
Fishermen, farmers, shoe makers, meat market owners…and etc… they came with a
trade… They had relatives who took them in until they could get one their feet.
When they put in.. to come to USA…
they had to prove they were..1. well/healthy…..2. they had family or friends
who would sponsor them..and they had a trade.All before they got to get off of Ellis Island…Why is that such a horrible thing?I knew quite a few who did that. They were
the parents of the kids I went to school with.
Oh, yea.. most of their
parents went to school at night to learn English.And were proud of it..
Why is this such a
horrible thing? Why did these policies stop. They were not inhuman.They were all proud, hardworking, family
Some how traveling across
thousand a mile away from your country because it was so bad.. and yet you were
safe once in Mexico…you
continue on… you hear the horror stories of the USA separating families from
children.. (Despicable to me.. no reason for those mothers to be taken away)
and yet, you still come..and then you
think it is a good idea to rush the border patrol at the fence… where you could
have gotten shot.. how is that a good idea…Surely not anyone that our government is going to look at in a positive
I am not a good Christmas person.. never really have been. The
best I was.. and that wasn’t really good, was when my kids were growing..To me Christmas belongs to kids.
And this year seems to be worse… for some reason. We did lose
our son in law in September.. but we have lost others in the past 4 years, one
each year..One in May, one in August ,
and one in December…which that one ..
you would think would have effect Christmas more.I don’t know what it is, or why.
By this time, of the year.. I would have all kinds of goodies
made up for baskets that we give away for gifts for Christmas.No baskets this year…no candy or jam, or cookies are made.. Did
get the Choc. Zucchini bread made. That is it..But I did attempt to make one of the cookies last Thursday night.It was a disaster.
One of my favorite Christmas cookies is the Christmas fruitcake
cookie.. And no, it does not taste like fruitcake. For those who don’t like
fruitcake..The only similarity is, they
both have dried fruit in them.
I decided to make 3 batches.. So made the 3 batches putting them
in different bowls…The first one went
ok.. the second one, I put the flour in after all the other ingredients were
put in and beaten well.After I put the
flour in, I started the beaters going.. ...the beaters for some reason, decided to just barely move even though I
had them on the second mark… which normally would be a slow regular flow to
it.So I added the rest and step it up
to the next notch.. and that is when all hell broke loose.. Because that is
when the motor decided to go into full semi half beat.. throwing (yes, you
should be able to kind of visualize this) flour all over the place… I mean IT
WAS FLYING ALL OVER THE PLACE…on the
floor, up on the cupboard, all over the counter, in the sink, up on the window
sill, and down the front of the cabinet.Oh, yea.. AND all over me… my shirt looked like it had been blasted, and
all over my pants. My glasses.
I was able to get to the knob to turn it off… but I had a hell
of a mess to clean up.And had to
estimate how much flour I lost in the explosion.
After I got back on track… and then got the 3rd batch
done.. I took a time out.. So I had 3 bowls with a batch each.I went out to the hot tub with the King….
After all, I had to take off the flour clothes.And wanted a fresh start to start making cookies.
Came back to it.. got the pans ready.. recipe says a LIGHT
GREASING..So I sprayed Pam lightly..
and had 4 pans to go… Started cooking… first one looks done.. so switched for
the second pan…. I let the first one cool a little.. then started to take them
off to put on the cooling rack.Well,
first off, they look like they might be a little raw in the middle… so decide
to give them 5 more minutes..Well, I
don’t want to drag this out.. the down load is.. all 4 pans.. after 20
minutes.. (suppose to be 12 to 14 ) look like they are done.. BUT also cemented
to the damn pans..Never had this
trouble before. After sand blasting the
cookies off the pans.. I sprayed the hell out of the pans and did another 4…
Slightly better, but not really… and by now.. my patience is going out the
door. So decided the rest of the batches (1 and half of them) is going to be
cookie…BARS… Took the batter and spread it over the heavy flour type Pam. …and
cooked for 35 minutes..Came out
looking the right color..
I took the large drying rack and placed it over the pan, so I
could flip it, out.. after all it is heavy greased..It did release, but.. it is like raw on the
bottom.. even tho the top is cooked.
What to do.. decided.. to put rack and bars back into the pan, I
couldn’t flip it.. nor slide it… as it
would have broke up.
So back into the oven for another 10 minutes…As I am standing there watching.. I see on
the counter a bottle. The bottle is rum.. was going to add it to one of the
batches.. as there was only about half a cup of rum left in the bottle and
figured it would add flavor, and not be enough for getting drunk when eating
the bars.As the bars were cooking I
was thinking.. after all this … cemented cookies on pan, flour flying
everywhere.. it is 11pm… I should have just drank the rum… After 15 minutes of cooking, the bottom did
cook. Took it out… put the other large drying rack on top and flipped it.Let it cool..cut and went to bed..
I am so done with Christmas.. BAH HUMBUG.. hell with cookies,
and the rest..
the King and I went to a shop in Priest
get our hair cut.The name of the shop?
Cis’s.Nope, not me.. but another Cis.. Who I had
not met before but was friends on Facebook.. Because she went to school with my
best friends daughter.. and also found out she went to school with two of my
son’s.So it was ahoot to find another Cis..I found out thru our many conversations that
she own the hair cutting place.
decide last week to go on Tuesday… And we did in spite of the fact it was
snowing… We normally don’t go any where, when it is snowing.. But it wasn’t
sticking to the road, so figured what the heck.Even with the fact it is a long ways to go.. for a haircut.. about 28
miles. One way.
On our way
there, we watched as the scenes of the past has faded away.. The old mill just
outside of PriestRiver …gone. One of the
buildings is now a storage for rent place.The new business.. the disappearance of old business.Where my deceased husband and I first
lived.. is a large gas station. Our insurance company is now a empty lot. The
school was the same..One restaurant
moved to the middle of town.. many years ago..See the King and I moved from Vay,30 years ago.Vay beinga small area outside of PriestRiver.PriestRiver being the town to
go to, for groceries and etc.
We had a
lovely time talking with “the other Cis” while she cut our hair.The King talked fishing and hunting with her,
while she cut each of our hair.Found
out we have a lot of the same values.We
definitely will make the trip back to get our hair done again.
leaving Cis’s shop, we decided to eat in PriestRiver.
We didn’t want to go to the Village Kitchen, as we had been there a few years
back.. didn’t feel like dropping down to AJ’s… so decided in the old strip
mall, which all of the shops changed.But the restaurant that is there now is called Rusty Rooster.It was a little odd as there was no cars
there. We wondered if they were open.But another car drove up about the time we got out of the car.And we all went in. Seems the young man who
we walked in with, was someone the King knew… well, actually he knows his
father in law…this young man was dating Joe’s daughter when the King last saw
Joe.About 15 years ago.They had a great time visiting..We sat down and then looked thru the menu. I
ordered the cheese/bacon hamburger with their fries. The King ordered their
shrimp burger. .. with fried chips.. yes, like potato chips.. but fried… We had the nicest conversation with the waitress..
She use to live in Montana, then moved to Newport, Wa.
And then to PriestRiver. She is a retired
school teacher…and decided not to stay in retirement.. and got the job at the
restaurant.Then our lunch came. And
what a lunch it was.. The King loved his shrimp burger..and the chips..The cheese/bacon burger was very good. BUT
the fries were sooooooooooooooooooo good. They weren’t your normal straight
cuts.. and while they were curled.. they were not skinny curled, they were wide
curled. And tasted so good. I could not eat them all, so brought them home for
As we drove
out of town.. we had the usually feeling of a town that you liked but
left..Kind of wishing we had stayed in
town.. and the goodness of the people…But life brought us to where we do live.. and we do like our small town
of 600 people.Guess you might say, God
puts us where he thinks we should be.. But it was a nice visit to our past
way. If any of you locals are reading this.. if you go thru PriestRiver…
stop by the RUSTY ROOSTER…(it is on the East side of town) the food is great.. the crew is really nice to
talk to.And by the way .. if you need
a hair cut.. stop by Cis’s next to the IGA. Grocery store.
GETTING TO KNOW YOU.. GETTING
TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU..
Have had an issue with my
leg… some kind of rash. It
Actually started at the
back of my calf… on both legs..
Then it came around the
side of the left leg.So after a month
and half of playing DR. Cis .. it wasn’t going away.
So I bite the bullet and
went to the dr.She looks at it.. tells
me to put some kind of cream on it.. Aveeno… should help it.But she was more concerned about my left leg,
being swollen..Which it tends to do
from time to time.. Being my father died with Congested Heart Failure, she
decided that I needed an echogram on my heart.So a couple days later, off I go the hospital.. The King decided to tag
along..He said if I was going to be at
all of his.. he would try it out .. going with me.I go with him because he hears what he wants
to hear and forgets the rest.. Also I keep him honest with his answers to the
dr.But oh, well, it wasn’t an up and personal visit.. just my leg.. what
the heck.. why not.
So I arrive at the
hospital in time to sign in. Which was a good thing I came early. I had been
there many times before to sign in the King.. but I am not on record, so I
needed to give all kinds of information..The guy comes and gets me and off the King and I go to the room.. being
it was my heart.. only had to remove the top…I laid there, as he ran the
machine left and right and around the sides..Swooze wooze the sound of the heart.. It all sounded pretty steady, so I
figure there is no worries.The King sat
in his chair very intrigued with the whole thing.Told me to get dress, and if I didn’t mind..
fill out the survey there… Looked at it.. checked all the positives and remarks
I wrote .. tech did good job and also made me feel relaxed about the
test..And we went to the Dr. office
from there..I picked up my copy of the
blood work from the other day..and a
note of platelets not readable due to aggregative or something like that.. I
asked the gal about it as that has been a problem for over 10 years.. She said
the Dr. was looking into it.So of
course when I got home, I looked it up.As I am reading about it.. (it is talking about blood clots), the phone
rings. It is my dr. office.. wanted to know if I would mind going back to the
hospital… this time to get an echogram on my legs..Being I was unsettled by what I read.. I said
sure..And stop by the dr. office and
get another blood draw when you are done.Ok..
So off to the hospital
again.. This time, remove the pants..this time a woman tech.And of course the King is with me.So she runs the machine back and forth across
the legs on front, then back and then sides..So she too tell me to get dress and she will guide us out.As I got dressed I saw this too had a survey
sheet… so I wrote…. GETTING TO KNOW YOU, GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU… (being
this is my second time….. and this is an old show tune)thought I better add that, as she had to be
20 something.Then I added..crew was great.. very calming… thank
you…Oh, by the way, she said I had
nothing to worry about.. the dr. would get the result in a day or two, but if
it was a blood clot … I would not be going home today.. but because everything
is clear I could go home.And then.. DR.
KING…SAYS, EVERYTHING LOOKED GOOD TO ME..lol..
Then it was off to the
dr. office to GET a blood draw, this time.And got the call the next day..blood work came back good.. that my platelets were 68,000!!!(now for those who are aware of platelets
numbers.. I know that is low, but they were the highest I have had in 10 years.)
I was thrilled. But then she said.. come by and get your copy of the results
and stop by your pharmacy as we have sent over a prescription for you…I said.. ok.. for the swollen leg?She said yes..I thought to myself.. oh, great…old lady bladder isn’t enough.. I got to take
some pills to step it up… (sad face)
Oh, well.. over all.. I
guess I am in pretty good shape for an 78 year old broad..ha ha..
WOW.. Saw on Facebook an
old joke…the first time I read it was when a friend sent it to me in the mail
back in 1960 something.. Remember when we use to mail jokes back and forth to
each other with letters... (for the younger generation that is a paper with
words about your life......and we put ha ha . when it was funny)
Oh, how the world has
changed.. now we don’t have to wait to hear the latest.. for the most part it
is on Facebook for all to read and see… which is good and not so good.Seeing my grandchildren and their kids.. and
the pictures of all.. is so nice.. Now a baby can come into the family and
everyone see the baby…. Near and far… when the baby is minutes old.Not waiting a week for a letter and years
ago, to wait for the pictures to be developed and then mailed out.
Some of the other stuff I
see on Facebook makes me cringe. My grandchildren are bolder than I am…and far
more able to share things, that I would never share..But that is what scrolls are for.. to zoom by
quickly.I never say anything to them…
as it is their page, and their friends..so I stay long enough to see the pictures and if I want to say anything,
I message them in private .. to find out how they are.. and what they are up,
if the pictures don’t show.
But writing is a lost
art… even my generation who also wrote, but we also typed.. I had/have lousy
penmanship, so typing was better for my reader.
I had an uncle, who when
he retired.. wrote to me every Tuesday… The first time it scared me to death,
as it was always my aunt who wrote and she wrote once a month.
I thought maybe she was
ill.. so called and found out she was fine, just that my uncle liked getting
letters….. and to get letters you have to write.I loved this uncle.. but he was pretty strict
as I was a kid.. you know one of those when they said jump, you asked how high
and how far. Lol.. But thru the letters over the years…. We got to be pretty
close.. we talked about everything.So
it came to be.. I would write every Saturday, and mailed it.. he would get it
I miss those letters now…
Wish I kept them, to I could go back and read them over.
That is the nice thing
about letters.. you can go back and read them.. just take them out of the box
or drawer… Unless you have a way of saving on the computer.. or maybe print
them out… emails are gone after you read them..
Look at all the letter
service men wrote years ago, during the war.. Letters written.. letters wives
waiting for.. taking a week or more to get..Letters that their family would read 50 years later after the passing of
their parents. Yep, writing letters is getting to be a lost art.
when you are at the grocery store or the mall or some other pubic gathering
place., someone comes up and starts taking to you. They talk to you like a long
lost friend.. You know they know you, because the subjects are applicable. But
after they leave ,you look at your spouse and say… who was that? The “who is that” game starts..
I have even
tried using questions.. like how are your kids?In hopes he or she will mention a child I will remember. Or what have
you been up to.. that is a better one, as I am hoping that I will recognize a
job, or place or mutual friends.
was pretty good at it.. .. it was me who mostly asked the question.. So I
depended on him for the answers… But lately, he is getting as bad as me…
will say… “who was that?” and he will answer
As I sat
down on Thanksgiving day… I thought of where
I was 55
years ago…saying nothing to anyone
thought.. I am not the only one who is thinking of it,
silence..As it was not on the national
news, at least what I saw.. nor any special program…
It was the
55th year since John Fitzgerald Kennedy was shot. Our
President..Huge host to conspirators
that go on to this day.
To me.. a
lot of innocence of the nation… was also lost.
We are all
to young to know about or lived the past of President killing of Garfield and
Lincoln.We only read it in the history
books at school.But reading in books at
school, was a far cry from our day of 1963…our day of civilization, and
security. JFK’s murder kept the nation glued to their TV’s for days.. Then the
killing of Oswald by Ruby in a police station.. Unheard of. And of course it
was a rare person who did not watch JFK’s funeral. The widow, the saluting son,
the officials of every country following down the street. People gathered in their homes.. in the home
of those who had tv’s (not everyone had a tv in those days) or at a store
front. Where the owner would point the screen towards the street with the
funeral being broadcasted.Tears flowed.
While I am
sure as human nature, there were naysayers, I never heard a word.There was a great deal of respect. And we
wanted answers to why.It was the CIA…it
Castro…. it was the FBI… even Johnson was named…. It was Russia. It
wasn’t Oswald, there was a gunman on the lawn. That Oswald was a pawn.There were books written about it.. there
were movies shown. And we will never in our life time…if ever know the truth.
As no one has come forward to admit who, why or how it was done. Or was it
really a flute only gunman named Oswald.
Even Lincolns was shroud in
theories that Booth wasn’t the only one.
generation lived in a bubble of good times.It was after World War Two,and
even with the Korean War, there was still the good times.. Jobs, houses being
build and owned by the regular man.. That was the only credit one had…with a
bank. Called a mortgages. You didn’t buy things unless you had money.. and you
had a job, so you put money away to have that.. years later came credit as
stores.But it was good times in America… for
most.There were hard workers, honor, loyalty,
with hard work being the norm.
Yes, I do
believe it was the end of innocence to what we have now.
generation remembers what it use to be. And saddens us to know our
grandchildren and great grandchildren won’t have that innocence.A child playing with out fear of an adult
stealing them away, teens without fear of failure, and even to of being led
astray by adults, harming them… kidnapping them.Internet has open a huge door.
get to know, the safety of church, schools, shopping malls and places where
people gather, being shot at now.To
find that murder, greed, lies, disloyal are the norm.
that it was there since the being of time. But we didn’t hear about it often. As
you do now, daily, moment to moment .
In the old
days, it was newspapers or letters and later radio that told of these turmoil’s…
For most of us.. it was local and occasional nation wide, and by that time the
facts were there, which was mostly true. Not the instant opinions of half
In this day
and age of internet we have it in our faces minute by minute which what they
beginning of the end of innocence ended in 1963.
saw film of the President being shot.. and his killer being shot in the tunnel
at a police station, surrounded by police officers..
remember where I was.. what I did, as I heard the news.. I am sure if you are
my generation…you remember it as well… but we are close to having it …just in
history books to be forgotten, like Pearl Harbor.
of where to
go... in laws...whose turn is
doing Christmas… hopefully there is an agreement
year a different one.. or to make it easier.. maybe
your own… and have the in laws come to your
Which can be quite a chore for some.. but
is only one day.. and if you are lucky about
worth…and then tell everyone you are
doing Christmas alone with your own family….maybe showing up for an hour at each in aw on Christmas eve…
But back to
the fun times of Thanksgiving.. there is a favorite
Aunt who will make it entertaining.. or even a grand
Otherwise it could just be a nice time to visit over
meal…That is the kind we had..Some of you have relatives… and some just
have friends.. or even both.
our own family… meaning mom, dad, brother and myself... with two wonderful
friends.. That was my teens anyway...First was the male, who was like an uncle to us.. he was the brother, my
mother never had. And then in our teens we had a wonderful woman join us…and we call her
own AUNT JO…Aunt Jo, won my heart,
when I was sent to the kitchen as it usually was.. after the meal to kitchen
duty.. by myself .. year after year.. Mom figured she did the meal by
herself..( did do prep work) I could do the dishes by myself… Along with the
week before of the duty to polish ALL of the silverware and etc.. even if we
didn’t use it.. it was polished once a year.. and actually we did it together..
so to make sure I did it right… But back to Aunt Jo... when I was sent to the
kitchen.. and filling up the one sink with soapy water and the other with hot
rinse water… in comes Aunt Jo..My
mother told her that it was my job…. but Aunt Jo persisted.
in, said.. “ I will wash, as I don’t know where everything goes.. so you can
dry and put it away”That was the start
of my worship of Aunt Jo... It lasted to my last Thanksgiving at home…(AND TO
THIS DAY)and years later when I came
back for a couple years....I am sure
she did it for my brother and then my mother later….She didn’t see it as a chore.. she saw it as a time to visit as
well as getting the dishes and etc. done..
memories and then years later as a wife.. and going to my Aunt Harriet and
Uncle Tiny’s over the years... when I lived in Ca. and when I went back for
Thanksgiiving.. when I lived out of state…Great memories with my cousins or my sisters and brothers from another
mother… We still talk about them, with
past several years.. Thanksgiving has been at our house with a dabble a couple
of times to one of our son’s house in Seattle area… But mostly here... We had
over the years.. a son and his family come.. and the King’s brother and sister
in law…But mostly my daughter and her extended family…And that will be this year... with sadness
of a missing precious son in law, Tim.But he will be here in our hearts…as the others we have lost in the past 4 years.. A
Mother of our out laws, friend, older daughter… but
will have and hopefully the King the prima donna cook, will out do himself,
with the turkey and ham.
I am prep
So I wish
all of you.. my readers of 12.. lol... with the wish of
day..celebrating those who watch from
above and enjoying each other on earth… Make your own memories with your family….
thinking the other day, as I watch the news…. With the hurricanes, the
shootings… in so many states… and now the fires in Ca.during the late fall….
I feel like
I live in a bubble…. A bubble that I am comfortable with… so much so, I don’t
care to travel anymore…
Here in our
state, especially up here in the panhandle area, we don’t have that.. the
nearest and even theirs is low is Spokane.
Well, I shouldn’t say that.. because we
have had some… but it is so rare, it surprises us.. and we are shocked.We had some one murdered next to our local
gas station… The man had taken a taxi from Spokane to our area and had the driver drive
around.. and then had him pull up along side of the gas station… and stabbed
him several times.. I think he called 911… and waited for the police..
To say we
were shocked is an understatement.Part
of us wanted to ask.. why did you come to our town to kill him, after all you
got the taxi in Spokane
72 miles away…
have the hate protest here.. or people who block the roads.. if they do protest,
like right to life type, and etc.. they are respectful, and line the street or
walk across our bridge with signs.. that is about it.
a lot about our government as we bleed red with Republicans here, yet there are
a lot of us Independent votes here..But
nothing like what the nation is going thru right now.. Maybe because we have a
say in what is done in our state… if we can get enough signatures we can change
things and have it put to vote for ALL of the citizens to decide.. where as
nationally we know we have no control. Even sending our senators and
representatives to DC doesn’t do much for us… and our guys are voted down
anyway.Unless the congress is Republican
So I love our bubble.And hope we continue to keep it. We do have
some Redoubt party people who have showed up in our state, but so far they are
so far.. but are inching into our politics… they are stronger than the tea
party which we have had quite a bit of them over the years…
Yes, I want
to keep my bubble.. we are still like it was when we were younger.. our word
means something.. Business still care about their customers… and etc..I just hope I don’t live to see what is going
to happen once it burst.. and really fear for my great grandchildren.. who also
live in a bubble where they are..
always been a THEM and US world.. even when I was a kid… My folks did the best
they could.. by the time I came along there was a war starting, and we were in
it a year later.
was a civil service person.. he built torpedo’s for the war.Then later after the war .. worked for the
Seebee’s in R.I. at Quonset.We never
had to worry about our next meal, and we had a house that Dad built.But there were those of money.. us in the
middle with a lot of poor people..who just inked by.Even though it was NEWPORT, R.I.
the home of the mansions.
years the gap has widen between the THEM and USAnd never so much as it is today.Much of it is not because those with little money didn’t work hard. As
they did and do… but if you had a lot of kids which was normal in the 1950’s…
then college was a luxury.And still is.
well if “THEY” got a good education.. they wouldn’t be working in poor paying
jobs..As I said just before that wasn’t
always true… And now.. with college ranking up there at the price of a new
house or more.. it is less possible.Some do it slowy.. taking one or two classes a year.. making that
certificate out there like a carrot for some.. 4 or 5 years..Some tech school are less.
But for the
most part it is a stack deck against the regular guy.As there are privilege who go to work for a
company and get not only a good wage for that degree.. but also many bonus..
and the higher you go and do less.. the higher the bonuses go… Some in the
hundred thousands.. some with a million.. some with hundreds of thousands AND
stock in the company…But this is just
the beginning…Because you see.. if we/I,
louse up.. and get fired.. that is it..
here is your last wages..and you are gone.. period.. But the CEO’S of the
world… be it companies or school districts… YOU GET A RELEASE PACKAGE…
Severance package… It can be hundreds of thousands…. Some even with stock..
Case in point… when K-mart started to go down hill.. they FIRED their head ceo…
and he got, as he went out the door… now remember he was FIRED.. He got a
million dollar, plus two million dollars worth of stock…This is with the company heading into a
downward spiral…. Which supposedly he caused..AND then they hired another one.. for TWO MILLION DOLLARS plus I don’t
remember how many millions of stock…Now remember..when you are fired.. you are walked to the door with your
coat in hand.. period..
is the yearly bonus.. Now this man or woman is paid.. paid a huge monthly
wage.. HUGE… by the standards of the production people..So tell me why.. are they entitled to a
bonus.. ?Some say.. because they ran the company and it
did well… First of all, some companies are not doing well and the bonus is
still there. We are talking hundreds of thousands of dollars…But lets say for the sake of argument, the
company is doing well… Why should they get a bonus?THEY ARE BEING PAID VERY WELL…FOR DOING JUST
THAT.. THEIR JOB..The production worker
who makes sure the company is working well.. gets maybe a $25 bonus.. if
lucky.. some get a fricking 10 pound turkey..If you are a supervisor, you might
So tell me
again.. why does this Ceo.. get extremely over paid and a extremely.. high
bonus?Just for doing their job?
a stacked deck… No wonder there is a THEM and US problem.
By the way,
when I was a kid.. my parents taught me.. I didn’t get extra…. BECAUSE IT WAS
MY JOB… and for many years.. I was told, I had a warm house to live in.. and food
on the table and clothes on my back.. THAT WAS MY PAY…It wasn’t until I was 15 and got a job (not
counting babysitting..which went for clothes) …and I was to put 1/3 in the bank
to save.Only got 75 cents an hour… And
after school I got a job for $1.00 an hour, which paid at the end of the week
was $36.00 with deductions.. which I paid my parents $10 a week rent… Plus put $10
a week in savings.. And because I had a car I bought with my baby sitting
money.. (hell, no Mom and Dad did not give me one) so I had gas to pay
for..Luckily for me .. I could walk the
2 miles to work, when I didn’t have enough gas.
So can some
one really seriously tell me where it started that business heads get bonus on
top of their high wages?Who started
that???And how can they look at the
guy in the production line, who brings home his pay check which is just barely
over what his company head paid for lunch with his cronies?
survives… the liars and cheats.. or the good people of United States of America?Way things have been of late,
It is hard
I am sure
most of the voting counting isn’t over. There is the absentees that have to be
counted, as they are written so slower to count…Volunteers counting thru the night until they
are stir crazy….Some of the poll places
have changed back to marking on paper because of all the stories about
different states being hacked.
Some of the
states are using the post office… as the ballots where mailed out the last two
weeks.. so they are coming in… and as long as they are postmarked the 5th..
they have to be counted.Again.. one by
one… verifying first that the signature is in fact the person who is voting..
open next envelope and remove the ballot, … smoothing it out from being
folded.. and placed in the pile.. next volunteer is counting that pile… And piles
there are. Hundreds for many places…
smaller town probably if they are lucky there is a thousand in all.. and the
real small towns.. have maybe 100 or even less.. Our little berg averages 32. Then
turn into the county court house…
All of this
will take time. Answers won’t be in, until the wee hours at best… way past the deadline
of the newspaper, so your morning paper won’t have the end results
either..so if we are lucky we will have
an idea who won by the night fall of the 7th if we are lucky and in
the newspaper on the 8th..
So much for
the modern day of computers and fast results.
Personally…..I like the fact it is going to take a few
year.. this particular midterm election.. they say the turn out is more than
the Presidential year.I truly hope so. I
hope everyone who can vote… voted..
And as the
dust settles… will you be happy?Will
there be cries of fraud?There are
always that.. will there be recounts?You
can bet on that… So hang on to your hats folks.. this is going to be a hell of
just what I don’t want to hear on Wednesday the 7th of November…that
you regret that you did not vote…
I know I am
repeating myself… same thing I said 4 days ago… BUT
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT…
Democrats… if you lost today… that is on you… on you for not making sure every
Democrat friend you have.. went to vote…constant reminding them.. take them to
the polls..have them fill out their
ballot and mail it in.. what ever it takes…DO IT..
who are young.. YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE.. some of you were discouraged after
the Democrat party railroaded Bernie out to left field… robbing you the right
to vote for him.. but this time.. YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE… you can make a
difference locally, state wise AND federal wise..so get out there and vote.
would write this early.. being in 4 days
you all are suppose to vote, unless you have already by mail.Tuesday is the big day… THE MID TERM ELECTION…
this year more than any other year.. it is a big deal…We will see if there is such thing as a
Democrat party… It is a make or break deal….If they can’t get the people to vote for them ... then it will be a run
away train.. They will become the ALSO RAN party…The Republican party will take this mid term
and run with it.. 2 more years of hell, and who knows even 2020 could mean the
end of the Democrat party.The Democrats
better have their party members voting as well as convince the Independent
voters that there HAS TO BEa change.
It is kind
of funny…I am reading a book and in it
was a paragraph, I am going to kind of quote it to you… about voters and why
they don’t vote….here we go.. and then
I will tell you who and why…
“They say the reason the majority of
Americans don’t vote is that they are tired of having to choose between
Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber”. And then he went on to compare it to
a restaurant… “ If you went to a
restaurant and the waiter said..“We are
sorry, but the only choices we have left on the menu are cottage cheese and
fried breadsticks,”You would get up and
leave, if that wasn’t what you wanted… But imagine that this is the only restaurant
in town and there was nowhere else to eat.”
This is not
his exact words..but enough you can tell where I got them if you read the book.
Now get this… this book was published in… ready?1997… by one Michael Moore.. the book?Downsize This! … wow.. 21 year ago!!! And it
is still true….
SO… I AM
TELLING YOU…. and I don’t care who you vote for….(yes, I am serious, because I
don’t tell people who to vote for)GET
OUT AND VOTE..and for those who come up
with excuses… I …… DON’T….. WANT…. TO .. HEAR… FROM … YOU..don’t even bother… go talk to the wall.. go
put a quarter in the phone and call someone who cares…because as far as I am concern.. you aren’t
worth the time you didn’t spend voting… THERE IS MAIL VOTING.. for those of you
who work… there is early voting for those who can’t be in your town at the time
of voting… get your lazy ass out and vote… even if you are sick.. you can vote
by mail.. There are people who will drive you to the polls if you need a ride… SORRY,
BUT UNLESS YOU ARE DEAD.. you have no excuse..
When I was raising my daughters, I told them they could be
anything they wanted to be.. they just had to want it bad enough… that they
only thing that would stop them…….. would be themselves.
So they have gone on and some have worked in a man’s world…
One sold tools in the Northwest district…then she decided to be closer to home
and works for the city as a groundskeeper because she loves the outdoors and
gardens.The other one that just past
away last year… she too, worked for the city, with mostly men…Keeping all the parks mowed, the flower beds
in great shape and etc..in a different
area than her sister..The third one has
been a cook, a welder and I forgot the other thing she did.. The youngest one
is working in the office of a manufacture company.For 20+ years..Some times these girls had to fight their way
thru… but they have done a great job of being independent.Youngest one went out and bought a house for
herself and her son, 20 years ago… it was later that she married… but she is
strong. And strong enough to call me on things.. if she think I am wrong.Just the way I raised them..
I think all women should be strong.. I admire the ones who
went on and did their own thing. I have one friend who bought her own sail
boat.. and she has sailed across the ocean from Seattle
to Hawaii…with just one friend with her.. and she was
in her 50’s at the time.I love it when
woman can be strong enough to believe in themselves.
I don’t think women should be like the ones in the 1940’s.
Stay home and just be a housewife.. if that isn’t what makes her happy…And she better have some interest besides the
family…… because when those kids fly out of the nest…she is going to be lost.
Now days most couples work..So they have their home life.. their work life.. and if they are smart
they will have their own interest besides their husband’s interest.If it isn’t a matter of money, then hobbies..
volunteer… there are so many groups that would love to have help.There are dog shelters, if that is your
thing.If children are your passion.. then there is
lots out there to help with.Children
advocate for the courts.Animal
shelters…even they have foster plans
where you can take an animal until they find a home for it.
There are so many avenues.. so if your husband is a hunter,
or a golfer or loves to work in his garage and that is not your thing.. then
find your own thing… there is still plenty of time to be together.. and enjoy
things together.. and even help out each other in theinterest of your partner.And talking about their interest over
So if you are sitting home by yourself.. it is your fault as
there is a lot out there to do… that you would love to do.. and they would love
Myself, my yard is mine.. I love being at home and working
in the yard.. but I also strike out for the day for something of
interest..And when my husband comes
home.. I ask about his day, where he went for the day.. (that I did not want to
do).We love talking about how our day
went… So will you.