Happy to you

Happy Halloween......

This was in 1990. It was my day off, so I had the King take me down to my place of work. He refused unless I took off the pumpkin head. He wasn't going to have people looking at him weird while he drove. lol... Then he dropped me off a block away. Only 2 or 3 knew me..by my laugh and body language.
So Happy Halloween.... All Saints Day...

Now Where Was That?

When you get to be my age, and
you have lived as many places as
I have, sometimes you try to remember
just where were you, when a past memory
comes up.


Like I use to go to this little tiny
building on the corner.
Best hamburgers. They were a
quarter a piece. Which was
unheard of in my home town.
It was White Castle and it had
to be Miami Beach, Florida.

Another hamburger place in a
tiny building. Down by Horton's
Plaza on First Avenue. Had to run
down 12 blocks from 13th Ave. on
a half hour lunch from a suit factory
called Ratner's. There was a bar
called Beanies on Broadway, with
dime size sequins that made the name.
My galpal at the time and I were always
going to go there for our first beer. But
we got married and had kids, so never did.
It had to be San Diego, California.

It was the Ocean Drive, and two gal pals and
I were drinking beer, making stops every so
often to open another beer to share... or a
pee break... we were underage. It had to be
Newport, R.I.

Riding on the back of a snowmobile, on
railroad tracks, doing 95 mph. Leaving
one tavern to head to the next town to
have a beer (this time legal) and play pool
at the Old #3 Tavern. It had to be Roslyn,
heading to Ronald, Washington.

Ah, youth, fleeing youth.....

Winding down of Fall 2006

Week with Misty

Life is running with the stick and you know you are winning.



I got it... if you pull on one end the rest has to come.....



Laugh at me... and I will make sure she puts it on you next......

The cat thinks she is winning...but I am hanging in there......

A Must Read

With Elections a week from Tuesday, this is a must read.

I am going to take a liberty that I hope is not illegal.
I have included all the names and etc. that I have,
that is connected to this article that I recieved about
a year ago. It was sent out as an email to tell women
about a HBO show that was coming on. It is long,
but should be read by every woman.

Here it is: Iron Jawed Angels
by Kathryn Edwards, Professor of Biology,
Kenyon College
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The women were innocent and defenseless. And by
the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty
prison guards wielding clubs and with their warden's
blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women
wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic."

They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell
bars above her head and left her hanging, for the night,
bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis
into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron
bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu,
thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack.

Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing,
dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching,
twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the
"Night of Terror" on November 15, 1917 (a mere 89 years
ago), when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse
in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to
the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared
to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the
right to vote.For weeks, the women's only water came
from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless
slop--was infested with worms. When one of the
leaders, AlicePaul, embarked on a hunger strike,
they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat
and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She
was tortured like this for weeks until word was
smuggled out to the press. So, refresh my memory.
Some women won't vote this year because--why,
exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get
to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

This year, I went to a sparsely attended screening
of HBO's new movie.
It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women
waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling
booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed
the reminder. All these years later, voter registration
is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had
become less personal for me. Frankly, voting often
felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes
it was inconvenient. My friend Wendy, who is my age
and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too.
When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she
looked angry. She was----with herself."One thought
kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,"
she said."What would those women think of the way
I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it
for granted now, not just younger women, but those
of us who did seek to learn. "The right to vote" she
said, had become valuable to her all over again. HBO
will be releasing the movie on video and DVD.

I wish all history, social studies and government
teachers would include the movie in their curriculum.
We are not voting in the numbers that we should
be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.It is
jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies
try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul
insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized.
And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul
was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her
crazy. The doctor admonished the men: "Courage
in women is often mistaken for insanity."Please pass
this on to all the women you know. We need to get out
and vote and use this right that was fought so hard
for by these very courageous women.

_____________________________________________________________________Karen Karen Bertroch, Community Resource Director
at the Wahkiakum County
Community Foundation in Cathlamet,
Washington and Senior Consultant at Faith
Leadership Consulting at www.faith
leadership.com. Phones: Cathlamet
office is (360)795-8805 and cell phone
is (206) 510-6632.

For the love of your country...VOTE!!
go here for more...http://www.hbo.com/films/ironjawedangels/

New Blogger....

As you can see, I have a new blog listed.
It is called Kellogg Bloggin. Runs under the
name of Raymond Pert, which is the author's
father's name. It is a tribute to his father.

The writings are wonderful. When he talks
about sitting at the kitchen table with his lap
top, writing his blog and hearing music. Well,
you feel like you are there sitting across from
him, you can hear the music and listen to him
tell you the stories of ago.

This man is in a league of his own. The rest
of us are just players. This man writes the
stories of his soul. And the soul of his fellow
towns people.

He lives in Eugene, Oregon and works as a teacher.
But he was raised in Kellogg, Idaho. And Kellogg,
her people, still have his soul. The writings get dark
sometimes. But the times and lives were dark. It
is a mining town. People die there. If not in the mine
itself, then the dust or other fumes.

But he also brings in the good times, the raunchy times.
The times to drink and cuss, to enjoy the soul fullness
of good friends. Who have been lucky enough to
survive this dark mining town. Showing that even
in the darkest of time, friends and family live their
lives like the rest of us...just harder.

There is laughter, and times that he makes you
smile. But most of it is, just telling it like it is.
So hope you will check in with him. Read several
stories. Go down at least 5 or 6 stories. You will
be glad you did.

Like I said, the rest of us are just players... he
is the real deal. A daily book chapter, that you
can't put down.
http://kelloggbloggin.blogspot.com/index.html
Raymond Pert

Ladies and Gentlemen...

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....
STEP RIGHT UP HERE AND
COME SEE......

Remember the old barkers at
the carnivals and circuses?
Calling for you to come see all
the oddities for the land?

Well, this is what I am reminded
of, as I watch thru the media of all
types.

You have seen the old days of
Harry Truman and his family waving
off the back side of a train with the
flag draped across.

You had the debates of Kennedy and
Nixon on TV. And all those since.

But boy, is this year a doozy.
You see Mary Jane looking out at you,
(names change to protect us all). Telling
you this is her campaign message and she
approves of it all. Well, heck ya... after all,
it is her and others talking about all the great
things she has done. Nothing about the
opponent. Now when you get the negative ads,
there is really fine print telling you who paid for it.
But it sure isn't the candidate saying , I approve of
this message.

We have gone from the announcer telling us at
5 p.m. who won the race in the nationals on the East
Coast. To reading the returns just a hour after election
doors close, for
your local races.

We have gone to blogs telling who they think
should win, what a louse a certain candidate is.
(who they never even met). To the candidates,
themselves having blogs and sites. To now...
Youtube.com putting on minute spots. Some
times with the message, but mostly to make
fun of the candidate.

Makes you wonder how Bush would have
done if he was running this year. Blogs were
just starting when he ran.

And this is just the mid-years..not even a
Presidential year. No wonder no one is throwing
their hats in the ring seriously so far.

Talk about a circus... and hopefully this circus
will be over next Wed. morning with correct
results and hopefully no one calling foul, to
drag out the counting for months later.

SO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....
HANG ON TO YOUR HATS, THIS
IS GOING TO BE A HECK OF A
RIDE!!!

What did I do to.....

In the 1970's or 80's there was a
movie with the Blues Brothers. I
forgot the actual name of the movie.
But it was the older Blues Brother's
With John B. and Dan A.

There was a song in there they sang,
which seem to fit my life at the time.
And yesterday, was another day like that.

The name of the song was.....
"What did I do to piss you off?"

It was how I felt as the appliance
Gods attacked.

It started off a good morning. I was
all gung-ho to start some of my cleaning
up the house. To try to get rid of stuff.
Only trouble there was so much just
plain junk, from the weekend, I had to
get that out of the way first. So I put in
a load of wash.

I went about half hour later to switch the
clothes from the washer to the dryer so I
could put the next load in. I lifted up a couple
things, and I thought, these seem a little
heavy. The next one was a sweatshirt. And
sure enough.. It was wet. Solid wet. What the
heck, came to mind. So I put the clothes
back in, and put on spin. Nothing. Waited.
Still nothing. And it let me open the lid. And
you know, the lock monster does NOT let
you lift the lid for at least 5 minutes after the
load stops. Surely never when it is in the spin
area. I went thru this 5 times. Check the
load to see if it would wash. No. Water goes in.
Water comes out when it is suppose to. No
agitation. Aggravation, yes. But no movement
at all. No spin. Being I am not keen on taking things
apart, before I give the King a chance. I decided to
wait until he came home.

After the blue cloud settled, he told me he had
to take it outside. I told him, let me look at the
manual maybe there is an easier way. OH, no..
he knows what he is talking about, he has to
work on it from the bottom, and there isn't
any room there to do it, so he has to take it
outside to the deck. Not a pretty picture in
my mind.

Well, after all the disconnects, repairing his
dolly (the clicker fell off when I moved the
entertainment center out of the house, while
he was in Boise, this summer). We were all
set for removal.

Yea, right. He fought with it, back and forth.
I moved stuff in the kitchen so he would have
swing room when he got it out of the little room.
Blue smoke, cuss words, measuring. More words.

We did buy it, and we did install it. So it stands to
reason what goes in, can come out. So he turns it
sideways, and with 1/8 inch, it came out. Into the
kitchen, turn around and out the door. This took
about 3/4 hour.

He finds out the opening is not under it but in
front. I found this funny, but knew not to mention
this. He moved the belt, check the clutch, everything
is proving to work fine. He said well try to move the
agitator. It moves. So let's see if it works. No..can't.
It is 220, and we don't have an extension nor plug in for
that.
So back into the house. Thru the door, with me helping
lift it on to the steps into the house. In and turn around
in the house, back to the little room. Hook everything
up, run a test.. it spins... Wait 5 minutes for lock to
let us open. Put in water, it agitates for washing and
rinsing. Then the big test. Put in the wet clothes.
Spins... spins almost dry.

Now I got to ask why? Almost 2 hours wasted.
Oh, I looked at the book...it says to open in
front first to check out movement of parts. I
didn't tell him that. I think he figured that one
out on his own now.

So appliance God, What did I do to piss you
off?

What you see...and Don't see...

Don't you see it? What? You don't see it at all.... well to be honest with you..I don't see it now either...

See, when I pointed the camera straight up at the sky, it was night time..(that is why it is black) but I could see thousands and thousands of stars. Bright stars, the big dipper, as bright as you could see. It was beautiful. We were up on a hill, at the foot hill of Scotsman Peak. Waiting for daylight, so the King could see if he could find some elk. I thought,
what a beautiful sight. So I thought well, at least you could see is the stars..
But nothing... nothing at..all...... why is that? Why can't the camera pick up what I saw with my naked eye?

Saturday

After 3 hours of walking...hunter returns.....


looks like a Christmas tree for the sky... It was 50 feet tall..

Wrong animal...he was after elk... and I think the moose knew


As the sun comes up and lights up the leaves
This is at Lunch Peak....I was about a mile away... oh, thank you for zoom lens.