Dear Blog,
Let's face it...when us baby boomers think of being 60 year old women...we see Maxine. And it ain't a pretty sight. We think the whole world looks at us and sees Maxine. It scares us. EKE! We squeak.
We love Maxine's spunkiness and her wise-cracks and attitude. Doesn't mean we want to look like her. LMAO
I wonder if Miss. Piggy will get wrinkles on her knees?
The male equivalent would be someone like Mr. Magoo or Scrooge. I wonder what Popeye would look like old with those muscles pointing downward? Too...awful to envision. He's already bald so that wouldn't be a stretch. OMGosh men have it as bad as women do.
It's no wonder then that Diane is a bit put off by this last Birthday. At 30 years old I was so vain that I thought it was already over for me...SO.O.O.O...I suppose I'll cry for a month when my next Birthday hits. Naw, I'm not so vain anymore. I'll be just fine. I kinda...sorta...like the idea of purplish white hair. It'd go so well with those red dots of rouge on my cheeks. (LOL)
Okay Diane, I'll stop teasing you...for a bit...but man girl if we don't see the humor in age it'll make us old. J-
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
"Playing Hooky Again"...life is short...dishes can wait.
Dear Blog,
Kevin, Tia, Morgan, Libby and Henry are at Jordan's "Bible School Program" in the Metro and I am sitting here at home hoping that Holly thought to bring along her video camera or at least her digital camera so I can see it. It's about 50 miles from here at the same church where Jordan was baptised, as a baby, and where he preformed in the Christmas play...remember he debuted as a Shepard boy? Thanks to the Arabs I cannot (currently) afford the extra gas it would take for me to make a trip there just for fun. Not when it already cost near $100.00 each week for gas for Kevin to get to and from work.
Thanks Arabs!!! Horde your stinky old oil. Someday, (hopefully soon) we will no longer need it.
The lemon cake turned out great. I baked the cake, then poked holes in it, then pored (prepared lemon jello) over it, topped it with whipped cream and crushed lemon drop candies. I stuffed it into the frig to cool and took my bows for Kevin and Diane.
Diane is having a few problems with being 60 now...I didn't even bother to tell her that she is now living in her 61st year...I didn't want to make matters worse. I told her the usual crap about 60 being the new 50 and such. Still it didn't improve her mood much. I understand how she feels. When we were coming up in this world 60 was dammed old. It was gray hair or white hair that maybe had hues of pink or purple or blue. It was tight curls, red rouge spots on the cheeks, colored in eyebrows, a dab of blotted lipstick that wasn't all glossy and shiny, pancake makeup padded on noses...or no makeup at all. It was scarves tied around the head when leaving the house and flowered house dresses with sensible clunky shoes that laced up tight. And one of my grandmother's never went anywhere (winter or summer) without a sweater on. My uncle even bought her a new white sweater to wear to her grave.
Many of the women before us looked 80 when they were 53...so to us 60 was older than dirt. Still, like I said to Diane who keeps her hair Blond, wears cute earrings in her pierced ears, wears knit pants and t-shirts and tenners which, is Midwest Chic. She could easily pass for 50. On Monday when she was here she had on a t-shirt and shorts and sandals with her toenails painted a pretty wine color...heck she could have passed for 30...back in the day...since no self-respecting 60 year old would've been caught dead in her clothes. And they would not have blond hair. Either that or they would have been called a hussy or a Jezebel. Can you imagine an unwed 60year old school teacher (back then) dressed so casually?
Yep...this growing old can be a challenge. Lucky for most of us we have someone telling us we are beauties. So I say to Diane....you go...you rock. Paint those toes.
I knew I was past my youth when my oldest son (Shayne's) friends stopped hitting on me and when two of my daughters told me they like it that I am a chub and they like it best when I don't have makeup on (because then I look more like a mom should look)...brats. Now everyone calls me Gram or Grammy which is a real youth killer.
When aging really hit me was when I realized that I have wrinkles on my knees. I mean who ever heard of such a thing besides me and Hercules Perot? It doesn't help when every one and their brother tell me I look just like my Mother. Hell, I used to look like me. Boo-hoo.
Oh well, it's like the saying goes...If it's not one thing then it's your Mother.
News that Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson both died today...June25, 2009...hit me first thing when I opened up my AOL page. She was 62 and he was 50. One just never knows. Very sad for their loved ones and all of their fans. They both had a huge impact on our culture. They both had some very high and some very low periods in their famous lives. The media was not very kind to either of them.
Seems to me we have lost so many entertainers lately. Just goes to show that no matter how famous or rich one is when it's our time...nothing stops it. All I can say is RIP. Maybe the media will leave them alone now. AS IF...
Well, I'd better scoot. I am looking at dishes that need washing and as usual I have much on my list. That darned old (to-do) list is always calling me by name. I try to play hooky but it never lasts for long. Still, maybe I could go paint my toe nails a pretty pink.
I wonder if my little Henry boy was a good boy at the church tonight? He can be a wild one sometimes.
I hope life is giving all of you a bushel of kindness.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
Kevin, Tia, Morgan, Libby and Henry are at Jordan's "Bible School Program" in the Metro and I am sitting here at home hoping that Holly thought to bring along her video camera or at least her digital camera so I can see it. It's about 50 miles from here at the same church where Jordan was baptised, as a baby, and where he preformed in the Christmas play...remember he debuted as a Shepard boy? Thanks to the Arabs I cannot (currently) afford the extra gas it would take for me to make a trip there just for fun. Not when it already cost near $100.00 each week for gas for Kevin to get to and from work.
Thanks Arabs!!! Horde your stinky old oil. Someday, (hopefully soon) we will no longer need it.
The lemon cake turned out great. I baked the cake, then poked holes in it, then pored (prepared lemon jello) over it, topped it with whipped cream and crushed lemon drop candies. I stuffed it into the frig to cool and took my bows for Kevin and Diane.
Diane is having a few problems with being 60 now...I didn't even bother to tell her that she is now living in her 61st year...I didn't want to make matters worse. I told her the usual crap about 60 being the new 50 and such. Still it didn't improve her mood much. I understand how she feels. When we were coming up in this world 60 was dammed old. It was gray hair or white hair that maybe had hues of pink or purple or blue. It was tight curls, red rouge spots on the cheeks, colored in eyebrows, a dab of blotted lipstick that wasn't all glossy and shiny, pancake makeup padded on noses...or no makeup at all. It was scarves tied around the head when leaving the house and flowered house dresses with sensible clunky shoes that laced up tight. And one of my grandmother's never went anywhere (winter or summer) without a sweater on. My uncle even bought her a new white sweater to wear to her grave.
Many of the women before us looked 80 when they were 53...so to us 60 was older than dirt. Still, like I said to Diane who keeps her hair Blond, wears cute earrings in her pierced ears, wears knit pants and t-shirts and tenners which, is Midwest Chic. She could easily pass for 50. On Monday when she was here she had on a t-shirt and shorts and sandals with her toenails painted a pretty wine color...heck she could have passed for 30...back in the day...since no self-respecting 60 year old would've been caught dead in her clothes. And they would not have blond hair. Either that or they would have been called a hussy or a Jezebel. Can you imagine an unwed 60year old school teacher (back then) dressed so casually?
Yep...this growing old can be a challenge. Lucky for most of us we have someone telling us we are beauties. So I say to Diane....you go...you rock. Paint those toes.
I knew I was past my youth when my oldest son (Shayne's) friends stopped hitting on me and when two of my daughters told me they like it that I am a chub and they like it best when I don't have makeup on (because then I look more like a mom should look)...brats. Now everyone calls me Gram or Grammy which is a real youth killer.
When aging really hit me was when I realized that I have wrinkles on my knees. I mean who ever heard of such a thing besides me and Hercules Perot? It doesn't help when every one and their brother tell me I look just like my Mother. Hell, I used to look like me. Boo-hoo.
Oh well, it's like the saying goes...If it's not one thing then it's your Mother.
News that Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson both died today...June25, 2009...hit me first thing when I opened up my AOL page. She was 62 and he was 50. One just never knows. Very sad for their loved ones and all of their fans. They both had a huge impact on our culture. They both had some very high and some very low periods in their famous lives. The media was not very kind to either of them.
Seems to me we have lost so many entertainers lately. Just goes to show that no matter how famous or rich one is when it's our time...nothing stops it. All I can say is RIP. Maybe the media will leave them alone now. AS IF...
Well, I'd better scoot. I am looking at dishes that need washing and as usual I have much on my list. That darned old (to-do) list is always calling me by name. I try to play hooky but it never lasts for long. Still, maybe I could go paint my toe nails a pretty pink.
I wonder if my little Henry boy was a good boy at the church tonight? He can be a wild one sometimes.
I hope life is giving all of you a bushel of kindness.
Bye Blog, JjB...
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY"
Dear Blog,
Happy Father's Day to my Kevin, his Dad, my son Daniel, my brothers, uncles and all of the other great Dad's out there. I hope you feel honored today and have many special moments.
And Happy Birthday to my old boy. His Birthday was yesterday and he seemed kind of melancholy...Birthdays will do that sometimes. We had a lazy day and I offered up several idea's for his Birthday...finally he took me up on fishing. When he got home he brought a big grin, a fish tale and a meal of pan fish. Do I know what my man needs or what?
And to all of you who celebrate the Summer Solstice...cheers to you. I don't know about where you are but the weather here is calling out Summer's name. Very pleasant day...which, begs me to ask...am I still in Minnesota? Heat with high humidity is not an enjoyable event in my book of thoughts. I become lethargic, bitchy and whiny when my clothes stick to my body and my hair is all sweaty. Oh, I forgot...women don't sweat...we glow. Yea, when it's sticky with humidity I glow all over the place. No glow expected on this nice mild day. A day like today is a real treat for people like me.
The old boy is off to the lake for a few hours and after he gets home we will grill.
I made us some deviled eggs and a nice bowl of potato salad and found a can of baked beans in the larder to go with our grill. Now I'm off to make a lemon cake. Yes, we will celebrate the day away.
GREAT News...Kevin is going back to work tomorrow. Yea! Now we can start tucking some money away for the next layoff and life will get back to normal.
Oh and this morning at 9 AM the city of Minneapolis imploded the Lowery Street bridge that crossed over the mighty Mississippi. It was too far gone to repair. My kids heard the blast a mile away and I wish I could've seen it. I bet everything shook. I drove over that bridge a week or so before they closed and cordoned it off. It was a dammed scary bridge. It was one of those old fashioned steal bridges...even the part that we drove over was a metal grid. It was like driving across a huge swing that swayed to and fro with every movement of wind. I felt like I was rockin' & rollin' the whole way across and it was a long way across. Scary ride. Still, with me being one to do battle with my fears...I drove over it many times. Go figure, eh? I won't get on a roller coaster...of course, that might be more from thinking I'd puke on someone's head...but, oh yeah, I'll drive over a spooky bridge. Oh me.
I'm glad the bridge is gone and my hope now...is that Kevin isn't on the crew that builds the new one. I feel it's bad enough when he's walking around on narrow beams 50 floors up on some building or riding the idiot ball to the ground. Hanging up in the air over the Mississippi would really drive me nuts. That's one job I'd never go to visit. I never go if he is working on a bridge.
Jordan just called to wish Grandpa a Happy Father's Day and told me that he is off to the Minnesota Twins game with Tia and Uncle in a little while. Tia got tickets from work and they get to sit with the big shots in a "suite". I told him to make sure he gets a hotdog with the works. I sure hope the Twins win today. That'd really make it special for him. He tells me that yesterday he was at the VFW bar. Six years old and already talking bars. Naw, they went to a Benefit for a man who has leukemia. Jordan just loves to get a response out of his Grammy so I really play it up for him. Little shithead. He goes tonight for a week with his Grandma Perian and Bible School. A very nice break for Holly & Morgan and fun for him.
So I'm going to scoot for now and get that cake in the oven. Be back next week.
Bye Blog, JjB...
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Happy Father's Day to my Kevin, his Dad, my son Daniel, my brothers, uncles and all of the other great Dad's out there. I hope you feel honored today and have many special moments.
And Happy Birthday to my old boy. His Birthday was yesterday and he seemed kind of melancholy...Birthdays will do that sometimes. We had a lazy day and I offered up several idea's for his Birthday...finally he took me up on fishing. When he got home he brought a big grin, a fish tale and a meal of pan fish. Do I know what my man needs or what?
And to all of you who celebrate the Summer Solstice...cheers to you. I don't know about where you are but the weather here is calling out Summer's name. Very pleasant day...which, begs me to ask...am I still in Minnesota? Heat with high humidity is not an enjoyable event in my book of thoughts. I become lethargic, bitchy and whiny when my clothes stick to my body and my hair is all sweaty. Oh, I forgot...women don't sweat...we glow. Yea, when it's sticky with humidity I glow all over the place. No glow expected on this nice mild day. A day like today is a real treat for people like me.
The old boy is off to the lake for a few hours and after he gets home we will grill.
I made us some deviled eggs and a nice bowl of potato salad and found a can of baked beans in the larder to go with our grill. Now I'm off to make a lemon cake. Yes, we will celebrate the day away.
GREAT News...Kevin is going back to work tomorrow. Yea! Now we can start tucking some money away for the next layoff and life will get back to normal.
Oh and this morning at 9 AM the city of Minneapolis imploded the Lowery Street bridge that crossed over the mighty Mississippi. It was too far gone to repair. My kids heard the blast a mile away and I wish I could've seen it. I bet everything shook. I drove over that bridge a week or so before they closed and cordoned it off. It was a dammed scary bridge. It was one of those old fashioned steal bridges...even the part that we drove over was a metal grid. It was like driving across a huge swing that swayed to and fro with every movement of wind. I felt like I was rockin' & rollin' the whole way across and it was a long way across. Scary ride. Still, with me being one to do battle with my fears...I drove over it many times. Go figure, eh? I won't get on a roller coaster...of course, that might be more from thinking I'd puke on someone's head...but, oh yeah, I'll drive over a spooky bridge. Oh me.
I'm glad the bridge is gone and my hope now...is that Kevin isn't on the crew that builds the new one. I feel it's bad enough when he's walking around on narrow beams 50 floors up on some building or riding the idiot ball to the ground. Hanging up in the air over the Mississippi would really drive me nuts. That's one job I'd never go to visit. I never go if he is working on a bridge.
Jordan just called to wish Grandpa a Happy Father's Day and told me that he is off to the Minnesota Twins game with Tia and Uncle in a little while. Tia got tickets from work and they get to sit with the big shots in a "suite". I told him to make sure he gets a hotdog with the works. I sure hope the Twins win today. That'd really make it special for him. He tells me that yesterday he was at the VFW bar. Six years old and already talking bars. Naw, they went to a Benefit for a man who has leukemia. Jordan just loves to get a response out of his Grammy so I really play it up for him. Little shithead. He goes tonight for a week with his Grandma Perian and Bible School. A very nice break for Holly & Morgan and fun for him.
So I'm going to scoot for now and get that cake in the oven. Be back next week.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
Friday, June 19, 2009
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY"...Diane
Dear Blog,
I'm shouting out a "Happy Birthday" to my buddy Diane.
Roses are White
Violets are purple
Daisies are yellow
some white ones too
Ahh...
Stop crying ya baby
don't you know that
...60...
is the new fifty
and
for once you
got somewhere first. (S)
All shit and giggles aside I hope you have a very special day and for goodness sake eat an extra piece of BIRTHDAY CAKE You know the saying..."Life is short so eat the cake first" Kisses and hugs and all that messy stuff you are into. Love Me
See you Monday and we'll celebrate. I think chicken wings and blue cheese sounds good. And of course...more cake.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
I'm shouting out a "Happy Birthday" to my buddy Diane.
Roses are White
Violets are purple
Daisies are yellow
some white ones too
Ahh...
Stop crying ya baby
don't you know that
...60...
is the new fifty
and
for once you
got somewhere first. (S)
All shit and giggles aside I hope you have a very special day and for goodness sake eat an extra piece of BIRTHDAY CAKE You know the saying..."Life is short so eat the cake first" Kisses and hugs and all that messy stuff you are into. Love Me
See you Monday and we'll celebrate. I think chicken wings and blue cheese sounds good. And of course...more cake.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
"Thunderstorms and Tornados"...summer has arrived.
Dear Blog,
I know that the Summer Solstice hasn't officially arrived (it's a couple of days off yet) still, with bad weather rumbling and burping all around us Summer has made itself known. Last night thunderstorms, tornado warnings, high winds and general mayhem peppered the entire state. I had the TV on (checking out Prime time) and there was a constant radar stream running across the bottom of the screen. I imagine they'll be blaring the sirens several times today. Making sure that they are working and up to snuff. The sirens have really been life-savers.
Whoopee!!! For those of us who live in Mobile Home Parks since we can (all) head for the community shelter...which probably would hold up for maybe a New York minute if a straight-line wind came through. This year I'm going to have a fold-up lawn chair and a sundress hanging next to the door. I Don't want to be caught in my undies and I don't want to fight the other old bitties for one of the 3-4 chairs. I'd put the cat carrier close by too but the dingbats hide when they see it. Guess the fools want to die at home. They'd be mortified and frightened to death by all of the yapping dogs that the old bitties drag with, anyhow. Poor Kitts.
Please, don't get me wrong, I love dogs...except for the yapping ones. My Kitts hate them. The old boy isn't crazy about them either. But there they'll be snarling and nippy at our legs with their proud owners smiling like they are sure we don't mind a little nip or two. Makes one wish for a twister that would suck the little buggers up and whirl them off to Oz land. Naughty Jolie. Naughty, noddy gal. Don't worry...they could be dropped back off in the late fall when the storms are said and done and they can yap away in their own homes.
That's one way to get a block party going, eh? Just toss us a good Storm and we'll visit the neighbors. And it's always so dammed much fun to stand out in the wind and rain (that falls in sheets) to have that smoke. We wouldn't want to offend any of the non-smokers...now would we? Ever try to hold an umbrella up to protect yourself and your ciggies in 50 MPH winds with heavy sheets of rain coming directly at you? Very difficult and tricky and heroic. What can I say? I'm an addict and when we get nervous we really, really need a fix. Ahh...nicotine.
Well okay, I smoke. So shoot me, already. I am another blight on a long list of blights on the Earth.
I see no reason why that Kevin of mine can't dig me a nice trench under the new room. Some people call them a basement. Where did all the Bomb shelters (from years past when we were waiting for the Russians to bomb us) go to? We could put water jugs, candles, a hand crank radio, matches, cigarettes, ashtray and snacks in there. Hell he and I could have recliners with blankets, if need be. Next project maybe. Always thinking...I am.
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Well Denny Crane...I want you to know that I did write a response to one of your posts...but it ended up in the Draft pile where everything that I think is crap goes. If I could find a way to get my views across without it coming out like a personal attack or slam to someone else then maybe the draft file wouldn't get so many visits. I mean...what right have I to slam someone for their views, values or morals? Especially so when part (a very large part) of what I see wrong with the world is all the time we've wasted on word wars, name calling and finger pointing. How long can we go on pointing the fingers of blame at each other before we wake up and really become a United Nation that works toward the betterment of all of us? Let's leave it at (I disagree) but I also respect your right to your beliefs. It doesn't make you the bad guy or the enemy. We simply come from different places. In a perfect world we'd all agree with one another and we'd be bored to death. In this world we need to find a way to work together for a common goal. As I see it, what has been going on for years...all the mud slinging, and fighting between the Republicans and the Democrats has gotten us where we are, which is in trouble.
I say leave the teaching of morals to parents and religious leaders and have the government leaders concentrate on fixing the problems we so desperately need fixing.
As I see it, what the Republicans and the media have done since President Obama WON the office is to slam and criticize his every move. Are Republicans really such sore losers that they can't raise above the loss of an election to man up and back our leader? Does anyone truly believe that President Obama can correct the mistakes made over the last 30+ years? Is he expected to make it all go away in 100+ days? He isn't God. He's simply a man trying to do his best to get us out of a very bad fix.
I'm so ashamed by what the world and their leaders must think of this nation when everyday the media and the Republicans berate our leader publicly and freely. They must shake their heads when they see what a shameful, weak nation we now are. I hang my head when I see and hear American people belittle our leader. I choke on the word united. Our enemies (and we seem to have many of them) are probably just sitting in wait as we become a weaker nation each day. When we are totally divided it'll be a snatch in the making. It'll be with ease that our enemies can take us over. I say everyone who badmouths the Leader of our country...the man who the people voted into office...is tantamount to being a traitor to our Nation. He is who we have chose to represent us and no one has ever ran this nation alone. From what I have read and heard people mostly believe that GW Bush was a merely a mouth piece. Thankfully President Obama seems to have a mind of his own. Time will tell.
I remember something about "casting the first stone" and "judge not lest ye be judged". God is the only judge. Let man do his job. It's so hard not to judge. We all have opinions and we all have ideas, and assessments and beliefs. We just need to stay on the right edge of that thin line between judging and studying a situation to form our views and a plan to proceed. We need to learn from our mistakes which, have been many and repeated often. If we were kids our parents and other teachers would be telling us to learn a lesson from our mistakes and find something that works. Time to grow us America. Stop with the gimmes and extend our hands to give.
I know that every Republican is not evil and wrong and not every Democrat is good and right but at this point it seems (to me) that it's Republicans, the media and comedians who are on the attack.
Bottom line is none of us are leaving this world alive so it really doesn't matter which political party gets us there first by fighting with each other instead of working together for the good of us all. It certainly does not matter if we all die individually...one at a time...or if we all get blown up in a big finale' and go bye bye the way of the dinosaurs or if we are wiped off of the face of the Earth from a bomb lobbed at us from those kill happy Koreans or from some unseen terrorists. Cowardly bastards. Dead is dead and I try to do my damnedest to remember to live and find Joy where I can before the ride is over. Seems I've had to work on tolerance my entire life. I work on judging too. Sometimes I do a better job then other times when I let myself be lead by anger or fear. It's a constant struggle not to just scream...you idiots. Hard to back and try to see a way to co-mingle and give people respect even when I don't agree.
Even a lovely rose garden has it's thorns.
It's not that I hate Republicans. I simply don't agree with much of their stance or with the reasoning behind their thinking. I mean...after all...one of my own kids is a Republican (little traitor) and the man she's going to marry is an educated redneck who isn't afraid to let any of us know what he believes. I'll really be two-stepping around him. This old hippie will zip her mouth shut and find fluff to talk about when he is around. I've already bit my tongue several times. My kids have been testing my patience for years. Unfortunately I taught them to be independent thinkers (again the old hippie in me) I guess I took it for granted that they would be independent and yet think just like me. God is laughing. He is rolling over in a huge belly laugh. Bottom line, of course, is that I love my kid so I'll bite my tongue. If kissy face treats her good (and he does) I'll clam up and let him preach his music. There is much about him to admire and to like. I'll concentrate on those qualities. I love that he will take care of my kid. I've went through this with other mates my family members have chosen. Why can't they let me pick out their mates? Oh yeah, as if. Hahahaha, now I am laughing too.
The draft file grows into a pile and I, the wannabe peace maker, am doing my bit to play nice. Well, I am at least trying to.
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Sooooooo....
The visit with Henry and Libby was fun and exhausting. That Libby can keep me hopping and little Henry is Gram's helper. Give that kid a wet sponge and he'll clean forever. "I help too, Grammy." Unhuh. This time I taught him how to vacuum the floors. He's been deathly afraid of the noisy Vacuum so I figured the only way that would change would be to teach him to become the master of the big scary machine. He did great. I walked around behind him holding the cord up and out of his way. He worked like a madman and was mighty proud of himself. Libby is not all that happy with me since he wants to vacuum and dust all the time now. "Believe me", I tell her, "kids lose interest in cleaning very quickly." I'm not sure she caught it. She's never been the sharpest tack in the box. Just the baby of the bunch trying to keep up with the rest of them.
I'm been trying to keep my nose out of the Bridal Shower that Holly, Libby and Perian are planning for Richelle. I'm sure they will do a very fine job without me telling them what to do. Hard for me to sit back and be a guest. Seems I think I can do everything better and faster than everyone else. I don't know that I like this back-seat thing. Perhaps I've been a Mother far too long. I mean I started taking care of my Mother when I met her at like 10 years old and I have been mothering the world ever since. I fear what will happen to this bunch if I end up with a case of Alzheimer's. I'm sure I'd be wild.
I did leave Libby happy with her stash of chili and I made some mighty fine BBQ pork. We watched a couple of good movies and I spread the wisdom. The visit was good and it's nice to get home to relative peace again. Kids can put me on a short string very quick. Too much togetherness can be an exhausting thing for every one. I left early when Tia and Jordan stopped on their way home from their outing and took Henry with them for a afternoon of fun and fights. Our little Henry is in that stage. Poor Jaybeau (Jordan) having to put up with the little beastly boy. Lots of hugging and kissing going on too and they sure are normal kids. (S)
Well...I'm off for now. Enough boring twaddle, as Marmie would say. Time for my morning respite...I'm breaking my fast (having a mighty fine breakfast) a Spam sandwich. What? A Spam sandwich...well, ah hum, I feel it my duty to support a home State product. Plus, I love the stuff and rarely have it anymore because of the sodium. I need to eat something before I swallow my morning pills.
I've decided to put a small porketta roast in the crock pot so our dinner can simmer and stew throughout the day making me salivate while I do my thing. Curtain making day today. I so love my new dining room.
Sending good vibes out to all of you.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
I know that the Summer Solstice hasn't officially arrived (it's a couple of days off yet) still, with bad weather rumbling and burping all around us Summer has made itself known. Last night thunderstorms, tornado warnings, high winds and general mayhem peppered the entire state. I had the TV on (checking out Prime time) and there was a constant radar stream running across the bottom of the screen. I imagine they'll be blaring the sirens several times today. Making sure that they are working and up to snuff. The sirens have really been life-savers.
Whoopee!!! For those of us who live in Mobile Home Parks since we can (all) head for the community shelter...which probably would hold up for maybe a New York minute if a straight-line wind came through. This year I'm going to have a fold-up lawn chair and a sundress hanging next to the door. I Don't want to be caught in my undies and I don't want to fight the other old bitties for one of the 3-4 chairs. I'd put the cat carrier close by too but the dingbats hide when they see it. Guess the fools want to die at home. They'd be mortified and frightened to death by all of the yapping dogs that the old bitties drag with, anyhow. Poor Kitts.
Please, don't get me wrong, I love dogs...except for the yapping ones. My Kitts hate them. The old boy isn't crazy about them either. But there they'll be snarling and nippy at our legs with their proud owners smiling like they are sure we don't mind a little nip or two. Makes one wish for a twister that would suck the little buggers up and whirl them off to Oz land. Naughty Jolie. Naughty, noddy gal. Don't worry...they could be dropped back off in the late fall when the storms are said and done and they can yap away in their own homes.
That's one way to get a block party going, eh? Just toss us a good Storm and we'll visit the neighbors. And it's always so dammed much fun to stand out in the wind and rain (that falls in sheets) to have that smoke. We wouldn't want to offend any of the non-smokers...now would we? Ever try to hold an umbrella up to protect yourself and your ciggies in 50 MPH winds with heavy sheets of rain coming directly at you? Very difficult and tricky and heroic. What can I say? I'm an addict and when we get nervous we really, really need a fix. Ahh...nicotine.
Well okay, I smoke. So shoot me, already. I am another blight on a long list of blights on the Earth.
I see no reason why that Kevin of mine can't dig me a nice trench under the new room. Some people call them a basement. Where did all the Bomb shelters (from years past when we were waiting for the Russians to bomb us) go to? We could put water jugs, candles, a hand crank radio, matches, cigarettes, ashtray and snacks in there. Hell he and I could have recliners with blankets, if need be. Next project maybe. Always thinking...I am.
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Well Denny Crane...I want you to know that I did write a response to one of your posts...but it ended up in the Draft pile where everything that I think is crap goes. If I could find a way to get my views across without it coming out like a personal attack or slam to someone else then maybe the draft file wouldn't get so many visits. I mean...what right have I to slam someone for their views, values or morals? Especially so when part (a very large part) of what I see wrong with the world is all the time we've wasted on word wars, name calling and finger pointing. How long can we go on pointing the fingers of blame at each other before we wake up and really become a United Nation that works toward the betterment of all of us? Let's leave it at (I disagree) but I also respect your right to your beliefs. It doesn't make you the bad guy or the enemy. We simply come from different places. In a perfect world we'd all agree with one another and we'd be bored to death. In this world we need to find a way to work together for a common goal. As I see it, what has been going on for years...all the mud slinging, and fighting between the Republicans and the Democrats has gotten us where we are, which is in trouble.
I say leave the teaching of morals to parents and religious leaders and have the government leaders concentrate on fixing the problems we so desperately need fixing.
As I see it, what the Republicans and the media have done since President Obama WON the office is to slam and criticize his every move. Are Republicans really such sore losers that they can't raise above the loss of an election to man up and back our leader? Does anyone truly believe that President Obama can correct the mistakes made over the last 30+ years? Is he expected to make it all go away in 100+ days? He isn't God. He's simply a man trying to do his best to get us out of a very bad fix.
I'm so ashamed by what the world and their leaders must think of this nation when everyday the media and the Republicans berate our leader publicly and freely. They must shake their heads when they see what a shameful, weak nation we now are. I hang my head when I see and hear American people belittle our leader. I choke on the word united. Our enemies (and we seem to have many of them) are probably just sitting in wait as we become a weaker nation each day. When we are totally divided it'll be a snatch in the making. It'll be with ease that our enemies can take us over. I say everyone who badmouths the Leader of our country...the man who the people voted into office...is tantamount to being a traitor to our Nation. He is who we have chose to represent us and no one has ever ran this nation alone. From what I have read and heard people mostly believe that GW Bush was a merely a mouth piece. Thankfully President Obama seems to have a mind of his own. Time will tell.
I remember something about "casting the first stone" and "judge not lest ye be judged". God is the only judge. Let man do his job. It's so hard not to judge. We all have opinions and we all have ideas, and assessments and beliefs. We just need to stay on the right edge of that thin line between judging and studying a situation to form our views and a plan to proceed. We need to learn from our mistakes which, have been many and repeated often. If we were kids our parents and other teachers would be telling us to learn a lesson from our mistakes and find something that works. Time to grow us America. Stop with the gimmes and extend our hands to give.
I know that every Republican is not evil and wrong and not every Democrat is good and right but at this point it seems (to me) that it's Republicans, the media and comedians who are on the attack.
Bottom line is none of us are leaving this world alive so it really doesn't matter which political party gets us there first by fighting with each other instead of working together for the good of us all. It certainly does not matter if we all die individually...one at a time...or if we all get blown up in a big finale' and go bye bye the way of the dinosaurs or if we are wiped off of the face of the Earth from a bomb lobbed at us from those kill happy Koreans or from some unseen terrorists. Cowardly bastards. Dead is dead and I try to do my damnedest to remember to live and find Joy where I can before the ride is over. Seems I've had to work on tolerance my entire life. I work on judging too. Sometimes I do a better job then other times when I let myself be lead by anger or fear. It's a constant struggle not to just scream...you idiots. Hard to back and try to see a way to co-mingle and give people respect even when I don't agree.
Even a lovely rose garden has it's thorns.
It's not that I hate Republicans. I simply don't agree with much of their stance or with the reasoning behind their thinking. I mean...after all...one of my own kids is a Republican (little traitor) and the man she's going to marry is an educated redneck who isn't afraid to let any of us know what he believes. I'll really be two-stepping around him. This old hippie will zip her mouth shut and find fluff to talk about when he is around. I've already bit my tongue several times. My kids have been testing my patience for years. Unfortunately I taught them to be independent thinkers (again the old hippie in me) I guess I took it for granted that they would be independent and yet think just like me. God is laughing. He is rolling over in a huge belly laugh. Bottom line, of course, is that I love my kid so I'll bite my tongue. If kissy face treats her good (and he does) I'll clam up and let him preach his music. There is much about him to admire and to like. I'll concentrate on those qualities. I love that he will take care of my kid. I've went through this with other mates my family members have chosen. Why can't they let me pick out their mates? Oh yeah, as if. Hahahaha, now I am laughing too.
The draft file grows into a pile and I, the wannabe peace maker, am doing my bit to play nice. Well, I am at least trying to.
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Sooooooo....
The visit with Henry and Libby was fun and exhausting. That Libby can keep me hopping and little Henry is Gram's helper. Give that kid a wet sponge and he'll clean forever. "I help too, Grammy." Unhuh. This time I taught him how to vacuum the floors. He's been deathly afraid of the noisy Vacuum so I figured the only way that would change would be to teach him to become the master of the big scary machine. He did great. I walked around behind him holding the cord up and out of his way. He worked like a madman and was mighty proud of himself. Libby is not all that happy with me since he wants to vacuum and dust all the time now. "Believe me", I tell her, "kids lose interest in cleaning very quickly." I'm not sure she caught it. She's never been the sharpest tack in the box. Just the baby of the bunch trying to keep up with the rest of them.
I'm been trying to keep my nose out of the Bridal Shower that Holly, Libby and Perian are planning for Richelle. I'm sure they will do a very fine job without me telling them what to do. Hard for me to sit back and be a guest. Seems I think I can do everything better and faster than everyone else. I don't know that I like this back-seat thing. Perhaps I've been a Mother far too long. I mean I started taking care of my Mother when I met her at like 10 years old and I have been mothering the world ever since. I fear what will happen to this bunch if I end up with a case of Alzheimer's. I'm sure I'd be wild.
I did leave Libby happy with her stash of chili and I made some mighty fine BBQ pork. We watched a couple of good movies and I spread the wisdom. The visit was good and it's nice to get home to relative peace again. Kids can put me on a short string very quick. Too much togetherness can be an exhausting thing for every one. I left early when Tia and Jordan stopped on their way home from their outing and took Henry with them for a afternoon of fun and fights. Our little Henry is in that stage. Poor Jaybeau (Jordan) having to put up with the little beastly boy. Lots of hugging and kissing going on too and they sure are normal kids. (S)
Well...I'm off for now. Enough boring twaddle, as Marmie would say. Time for my morning respite...I'm breaking my fast (having a mighty fine breakfast) a Spam sandwich. What? A Spam sandwich...well, ah hum, I feel it my duty to support a home State product. Plus, I love the stuff and rarely have it anymore because of the sodium. I need to eat something before I swallow my morning pills.
I've decided to put a small porketta roast in the crock pot so our dinner can simmer and stew throughout the day making me salivate while I do my thing. Curtain making day today. I so love my new dining room.
Sending good vibes out to all of you.
Bye Blog, JjB...
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Friday, June 12, 2009
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN"...really I didn't forget I am just late, as usual...
Dear Blog,
Happy Birthday Karen and Happy Birthday Robin and Happy Birthday Nikki. I am sorry I am late getting good wishes out to all of you.
I hope you all had really, really good Birthday celebrations and ate lots of CAKE.
Love, Jolie
Bye Blog, JjB...
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Happy Birthday Karen and Happy Birthday Robin and Happy Birthday Nikki. I am sorry I am late getting good wishes out to all of you.
I hope you all had really, really good Birthday celebrations and ate lots of CAKE.
Love, Jolie
Bye Blog, JjB...
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"Be Gone With Me"...
Dear Blog,
Woke late this morning to a nice quiet house. No hammering or saw noises. No country & western music playing on the radio causing too much stimulus for my morning brain. Ahh...silence is so good. Peace is good. If that Kevin doesn't get back to work soon I'll go totally berserk. I so need my space back. This is one dilemma that people don't mention when they talk about the casualties of work lay-offs. Just ask any wife and you'll get an ear full. What will I do when he retires? At my age I am not into marathon sex and he just thinks he is. LMAO
With this peace I'd normally be moved to write my day away but I will soon be waddling out my front door to my little white Kia...fondly known as the Grammy mobile...I'll be on my way to Libby's house for the weekend. It'll be just her, Henry and me. I have the 8 quart stew pot in the car. We'll be needing it to make a huge batch of chili. Libby wants to freeze quart ziplock freezer bags of chili for quick and easy meals. Libby loves my chili and the little gun does too. I'd never win an award at a chili contest but I win with my family. And what counts? If you answered family...you are on the nut. My chili is way too mild and sweet for the true spicy chili lovers. The sweet comes from the tomato juice and the large can of baked beans that I add to the rest of the ingredients.
Kevin is already at her house helping repair the kitchen table which apparently has a couple of collapsible legs right now. Why are kids so dammed hard on furniture? I could have a table for eighty years and never have two legs keep falling off. Oh well, her Daddy goes to the rescue of the table and soon I will follow for a visit and chili making and playing with my boy.
There was great joy for me a couple of days back when Henry recited the entire ABC's over the phone to me. What a proud Grammy am I. This is the same little boy who a few months ago was still using sign language to communicate. Of course now that he is talking up a storm (in English) he calls me all the time with his daily news and he tattles on the rest of the household. I so love it. "Me go to school in a coupla hours. Uncle going to the library. Mama taking a bath. Me cried. Mama said no Popsicle. Me got to eat me cereal first. Me ride my bike, fast. Really fast. Goodbye now Grammy, okay?" "Yes, sweetie, Grammy loves you. Be good in school. No biting." His new nickname is "Little Narc". Don't you just love it. Makes my heart sing. teeheehee...What goes around comes around.
I still say the lad was speaking a dialect of Somalian that he learned from the neighbor kids and their mothers and we were the ones that couldn't understand him. If so, does that make him tri-lingual? Sign is definitely a language and he still uses it a lot and he still does the click-clicking noises and other sounds that the Somalians make. He's the only white kid in the play yard. I hear a few Ethiopians have moved into the apartment complex now. Another whole new language is coming to the play yard.
Kevin's coming back here today and will spend the weekend cleaning up the dust from the remodeling job. Gosh, it's everywhere. The room is done (YEA!!) and it looks terrific. I am so pleased with it. The last minute things like washing the new windows, hanging curtains and bringing my furniture in will top it off and put me in good stead. Did and done. Well...not exactly true since there is the matter of running a duct to that room and putting a floor vent in for heat and central air. In the fall the Master plans to put more insulation in under the floor.
Else wise...Ladies and Gents...I now have a dining room.
Jordan and his Tia (Holly) stopped by for about a minute and a half last night on there mini-vacation trek. That kid can hyper out like no one else. Last I heard as Tia was yanking him out the door was her telling him he was being a total ass and if he behaved that way when they get up North she'd haul his butt straight home. Oh...do I ever remember those days. My first four being two-two and a half years apart meant I always had someone ... often more than one of them...going through some kind of STAGE. Still do. When all four were teens I should have taken to the bottle. I mean who in their right mind would have four teens at once? Then again, have I ever been in my right mind? LOL
Later when that extra kid (Libby-AKA-Jesse Kate) came along twelve years after the last one of the first four...I got a whole other set of circumstances. She was the BABY and born to an older mother (I was 34 when she was born and I didn't admit I was pregnant with her until she was in first grade)...I so didn't believe I was starting a whole new family. Anyhow, she has always been nuts and hyper and demanding...much like me. Some people think I got my just desserts. Those would be the ass-holy-os...Still, they are propably right.
So anyhow...As I watch Holly and Jordan having their struggles...I am somewhat redeemed and find that what goes around really does come around. Aha, proof of Karma.
Jordan called later from the motel and apologized and said they had a great room with two beds and that he would be good. No more mustard pickles being plastered lovingly on Grandma's face and he will not fight with his cousins this weekend. As if. The cousins are my youngest son Daniel's children...Hunter and Willow and they are older and bigger than him so he might just get a pop in his chops if he's ornery.
And deservedly so.
So many important things going on right here in my own back yard that it makes it difficult to worry about the monsters in the world. I don't like monsters anyhow. I'd much rather spend my time deciding what to do with my Rhubarb that needs to be cut again.
The question now is where the heck did I put my bra? Richelle will refuse to take me to lunch tomorrow if I don't have a bra on. She forgets I'm a flower child from the 60's. We burned those dammed things. Come to think of it that may be why so many women are getting breast implants and teaty lifts now. The boomers have arrived. I wonder how I'd look with 20 year old teats? Hummmm...now that's a thought. They were beauts back in the day. My pride and joys. LMAO
I am bringing her some chives that Kevin dug from our patch. She wants to plant them in the yard of her soon to be new home. Anyone want to sublet her condo? Plus...I'll have catalogs and magazines for her, Libby and me to peruse. I so love "wishbooks". Maybe she'll take pity and not notice. Nah...I better find the bra. I wonder should I wear the beige or the fuchsia bra? What is my mood. Me thinks fuchsia although the beige really does fit better. Pretty or comfort. Ah decisions, decisions.
Oh my...TMI as my kids would say. "Mother, must you?"
Yep, I'm on the hunt. I'll find the dammed bra...I haven't been to "Olive Garden" in such a long time and I am a pasta gal. That prude Richelle can be so dammed bossy sometimes. Kissy face (her man) isn't coming with us so I may actually get some well-deserved attention. I have been suffering from neglect of late.
I talked with my younger brother, Denny, a couple of days ago. I'm 59 and he's 58. He was driving his hour commute to work and called from his cell. I know, I know people shouldn't drive and talk on the phone but a lot of his commute is sitting in wait. He's the one who lives in Colorado and has a baby son, Dylan, who will be two years old in September. He says the little gun keeps him hopping. I have nephews from the ages 1 1/2 to 46. AND YES: I've always known my whole family is nuts. We all came from the same female tree. Well, I say better him than me. Lucky for Denny that his wife, Ira, is in her early thirties, healthy and in school to become a RN nurse. He'll be needing her skills. Oh my...life really is a pip.
I'll be back next week...probably ranting, raving and bragging about what Henry did over the weekend...as if that is of great importance to any one but me. (S) Him and that Jordan keep me on my toes and give me something to nag or brag about. School is out now for the summer so they'll really be wild and drive us all crazy. Ain't it a grand thing?!!
I'm off to find the dammed bra and get myself behind the wheel. Look-out road warriors I am about to partake in a little speeding...I mean driving. I hope that, that trooper from Texas who tasered the 72 year old lady isn't per-chance driving on Minnesota highways today. I wouldn't want to meet up with the likes of him. Big tough guy needs a taser to handle a speeding violation. (S)
I also hope you are all feeling well and have some good days ahead for yourselves too. I wonder if my Pepper friend is still in Vegas plunking coins in slots. You go girl...maybe you'll win the jackpot. Marmie, my sweet, keep off of your feet and rest. Robin...sneak a holiday in and the rest of you please do something fun.
Eat cake...
Bye Blog, JjB...
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Woke late this morning to a nice quiet house. No hammering or saw noises. No country & western music playing on the radio causing too much stimulus for my morning brain. Ahh...silence is so good. Peace is good. If that Kevin doesn't get back to work soon I'll go totally berserk. I so need my space back. This is one dilemma that people don't mention when they talk about the casualties of work lay-offs. Just ask any wife and you'll get an ear full. What will I do when he retires? At my age I am not into marathon sex and he just thinks he is. LMAO
With this peace I'd normally be moved to write my day away but I will soon be waddling out my front door to my little white Kia...fondly known as the Grammy mobile...I'll be on my way to Libby's house for the weekend. It'll be just her, Henry and me. I have the 8 quart stew pot in the car. We'll be needing it to make a huge batch of chili. Libby wants to freeze quart ziplock freezer bags of chili for quick and easy meals. Libby loves my chili and the little gun does too. I'd never win an award at a chili contest but I win with my family. And what counts? If you answered family...you are on the nut. My chili is way too mild and sweet for the true spicy chili lovers. The sweet comes from the tomato juice and the large can of baked beans that I add to the rest of the ingredients.
Kevin is already at her house helping repair the kitchen table which apparently has a couple of collapsible legs right now. Why are kids so dammed hard on furniture? I could have a table for eighty years and never have two legs keep falling off. Oh well, her Daddy goes to the rescue of the table and soon I will follow for a visit and chili making and playing with my boy.
There was great joy for me a couple of days back when Henry recited the entire ABC's over the phone to me. What a proud Grammy am I. This is the same little boy who a few months ago was still using sign language to communicate. Of course now that he is talking up a storm (in English) he calls me all the time with his daily news and he tattles on the rest of the household. I so love it. "Me go to school in a coupla hours. Uncle going to the library. Mama taking a bath. Me cried. Mama said no Popsicle. Me got to eat me cereal first. Me ride my bike, fast. Really fast. Goodbye now Grammy, okay?" "Yes, sweetie, Grammy loves you. Be good in school. No biting." His new nickname is "Little Narc". Don't you just love it. Makes my heart sing. teeheehee...What goes around comes around.
I still say the lad was speaking a dialect of Somalian that he learned from the neighbor kids and their mothers and we were the ones that couldn't understand him. If so, does that make him tri-lingual? Sign is definitely a language and he still uses it a lot and he still does the click-clicking noises and other sounds that the Somalians make. He's the only white kid in the play yard. I hear a few Ethiopians have moved into the apartment complex now. Another whole new language is coming to the play yard.
Kevin's coming back here today and will spend the weekend cleaning up the dust from the remodeling job. Gosh, it's everywhere. The room is done (YEA!!) and it looks terrific. I am so pleased with it. The last minute things like washing the new windows, hanging curtains and bringing my furniture in will top it off and put me in good stead. Did and done. Well...not exactly true since there is the matter of running a duct to that room and putting a floor vent in for heat and central air. In the fall the Master plans to put more insulation in under the floor.
Else wise...Ladies and Gents...I now have a dining room.
Jordan and his Tia (Holly) stopped by for about a minute and a half last night on there mini-vacation trek. That kid can hyper out like no one else. Last I heard as Tia was yanking him out the door was her telling him he was being a total ass and if he behaved that way when they get up North she'd haul his butt straight home. Oh...do I ever remember those days. My first four being two-two and a half years apart meant I always had someone ... often more than one of them...going through some kind of STAGE. Still do. When all four were teens I should have taken to the bottle. I mean who in their right mind would have four teens at once? Then again, have I ever been in my right mind? LOL
Later when that extra kid (Libby-AKA-Jesse Kate) came along twelve years after the last one of the first four...I got a whole other set of circumstances. She was the BABY and born to an older mother (I was 34 when she was born and I didn't admit I was pregnant with her until she was in first grade)...I so didn't believe I was starting a whole new family. Anyhow, she has always been nuts and hyper and demanding...much like me. Some people think I got my just desserts. Those would be the ass-holy-os...Still, they are propably right.
So anyhow...As I watch Holly and Jordan having their struggles...I am somewhat redeemed and find that what goes around really does come around. Aha, proof of Karma.
Jordan called later from the motel and apologized and said they had a great room with two beds and that he would be good. No more mustard pickles being plastered lovingly on Grandma's face and he will not fight with his cousins this weekend. As if. The cousins are my youngest son Daniel's children...Hunter and Willow and they are older and bigger than him so he might just get a pop in his chops if he's ornery.
And deservedly so.
So many important things going on right here in my own back yard that it makes it difficult to worry about the monsters in the world. I don't like monsters anyhow. I'd much rather spend my time deciding what to do with my Rhubarb that needs to be cut again.
The question now is where the heck did I put my bra? Richelle will refuse to take me to lunch tomorrow if I don't have a bra on. She forgets I'm a flower child from the 60's. We burned those dammed things. Come to think of it that may be why so many women are getting breast implants and teaty lifts now. The boomers have arrived. I wonder how I'd look with 20 year old teats? Hummmm...now that's a thought. They were beauts back in the day. My pride and joys. LMAO
I am bringing her some chives that Kevin dug from our patch. She wants to plant them in the yard of her soon to be new home. Anyone want to sublet her condo? Plus...I'll have catalogs and magazines for her, Libby and me to peruse. I so love "wishbooks". Maybe she'll take pity and not notice. Nah...I better find the bra. I wonder should I wear the beige or the fuchsia bra? What is my mood. Me thinks fuchsia although the beige really does fit better. Pretty or comfort. Ah decisions, decisions.
Oh my...TMI as my kids would say. "Mother, must you?"
Yep, I'm on the hunt. I'll find the dammed bra...I haven't been to "Olive Garden" in such a long time and I am a pasta gal. That prude Richelle can be so dammed bossy sometimes. Kissy face (her man) isn't coming with us so I may actually get some well-deserved attention. I have been suffering from neglect of late.
I talked with my younger brother, Denny, a couple of days ago. I'm 59 and he's 58. He was driving his hour commute to work and called from his cell. I know, I know people shouldn't drive and talk on the phone but a lot of his commute is sitting in wait. He's the one who lives in Colorado and has a baby son, Dylan, who will be two years old in September. He says the little gun keeps him hopping. I have nephews from the ages 1 1/2 to 46. AND YES: I've always known my whole family is nuts. We all came from the same female tree. Well, I say better him than me. Lucky for Denny that his wife, Ira, is in her early thirties, healthy and in school to become a RN nurse. He'll be needing her skills. Oh my...life really is a pip.
I'll be back next week...probably ranting, raving and bragging about what Henry did over the weekend...as if that is of great importance to any one but me. (S) Him and that Jordan keep me on my toes and give me something to nag or brag about. School is out now for the summer so they'll really be wild and drive us all crazy. Ain't it a grand thing?!!
I'm off to find the dammed bra and get myself behind the wheel. Look-out road warriors I am about to partake in a little speeding...I mean driving. I hope that, that trooper from Texas who tasered the 72 year old lady isn't per-chance driving on Minnesota highways today. I wouldn't want to meet up with the likes of him. Big tough guy needs a taser to handle a speeding violation. (S)
I also hope you are all feeling well and have some good days ahead for yourselves too. I wonder if my Pepper friend is still in Vegas plunking coins in slots. You go girl...maybe you'll win the jackpot. Marmie, my sweet, keep off of your feet and rest. Robin...sneak a holiday in and the rest of you please do something fun.
Eat cake...
Bye Blog, JjB...
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
"Mojito"...ever had one?
Dear Blog,
I've been watching a TV series called "Burn Notice" which airs on the USA Cable Network. It's not a fantastic series by any means but I find it entertaining and I really enjoy a couple of the characters. This is not to say that I wouldn't be happier if they would put "Starter Wife" (which I thought was hilariously funny) back on and maybe added about 10 seasons of "Eli Stone" and add new seasons of "Monk" forever.
The lead character "Michael Weston" is a spy that has been "Burned"...kicked off the spy boat...so to speak. He is on a quest to find out who has it in for him. I initially decided to watch the program in much the same way I decide to watch anything...I like the actor playing the lead. The actor who plays "Michael-aka-Mikey" is "Jeffrey Donovan" and I have liked him in everything I've seen him in. I think the first time I remember him was when he was cast as the younger brother of "Jarod" on the TV series "Pretender". I so loved that series and I thought JD was perfect for "Jarod's" brother. A short time later I became intrigued by JD's character "Detective Creegan" in a short lived TV series called "Touching Evil". Thus, it was not a leap for me to check out "Burn Notice". I watch every week now and I'm in the thick of the spy game with Mikey, Sam and Fi. Sharon Gless "Cagney & Lacey" plays Mikey's wacky Mom. She is perfect in this role.
If you've seen "Changeling" with "Angelina Jolie" in the lead you will recognize "Jeffrey Donovan" as the corrupt police Captain "J.J. Jones" and lordy did he ever play the bad cop well.
As usual I digress.
I wanted to say that because of the character known as "Sam Axe" I find myself wanting a Mojito to drink. This left-over spy who is Michael's sidekick and best friend love himself a Mojito. This guy reminds me of the big lovable bear in the cartoon "Blue...pronounced Balou" just so dammed beach cool. The program takes place in Miami, Florida where the sun is always high and bright, the beach is long and white, the sky is huge and blue...the people are pretty, they never sweat and they drink tall drinks that look fruity and cool. Sam is always ordering a Mojito. Well...dammit...now "Sam" has given me the idea that I want to have me a Mojito of my own. I typed my way to the reliable old "Google" on the Web and low and behold I found recipes.
I rarely have a drink and I have never been a Vodka person though in my youth I did drink a few Vodka drinks now and again. I liked Screwdrivers, Sloe Screws and an occasional Vodka Bloody Mary with a crisp stock of celery to nibble on. I generally would prefer a tomato juice/beer/salt & Tabasco sauce Bloody Mary with a pack or two of those olives that you can bite the end of a plastic wrap off and dump in. Here's the rub...I have enjoyed every Rum drink I have ever had (so me thinks) I would go for the Mojito made with Rum instead of the Vodka one. I'd bet a dollar to a donut that old "Sam Axe" drinks his with Rum. I mean can you picture a guy in a bright Hawaiian shirt not choosing the Rum?
Ever had one?
Here's the recipe that sounds the best to me:
Rum Mojitos
The mojito was born in Havana, Cuba. There are many variations of the drink. This recipe calls for the five customary ingredients of mint, rum, powdered sugar, lime, and club soda.
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Ingredients:
4 mint leaves
1 lime (for juicing)
1 teaspoon powdered sugar
2 ounces white rum
2 ounces club soda
1 sprig of mint (for garnishing)
crushed ice
Preparation:
1. Put the mint leaves into a Collins glass and squeeze the lime juice over them.
2. Add the powdered sugar and then muddle the mint, lime juice and sugar together. Add crushed ice.
3. Stir in the rum and top off with the club soda.
4. Garnish with a mint sprig.
Servings: Makes one drink.
Now doesn't this sound YUMMY? Even the Tom Collins glass makes the drink look good.
So here you have it. If you give it a try on a hot summer day let me know if you like it. I know I'll talk myself into having one soon. Maybe I should go have one with Sam Axe...he is a cutie and could tell me lots of spy tales.
Bye Blog, JjB...
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I've been watching a TV series called "Burn Notice" which airs on the USA Cable Network. It's not a fantastic series by any means but I find it entertaining and I really enjoy a couple of the characters. This is not to say that I wouldn't be happier if they would put "Starter Wife" (which I thought was hilariously funny) back on and maybe added about 10 seasons of "Eli Stone" and add new seasons of "Monk" forever.
The lead character "Michael Weston" is a spy that has been "Burned"...kicked off the spy boat...so to speak. He is on a quest to find out who has it in for him. I initially decided to watch the program in much the same way I decide to watch anything...I like the actor playing the lead. The actor who plays "Michael-aka-Mikey" is "Jeffrey Donovan" and I have liked him in everything I've seen him in. I think the first time I remember him was when he was cast as the younger brother of "Jarod" on the TV series "Pretender". I so loved that series and I thought JD was perfect for "Jarod's" brother. A short time later I became intrigued by JD's character "Detective Creegan" in a short lived TV series called "Touching Evil". Thus, it was not a leap for me to check out "Burn Notice". I watch every week now and I'm in the thick of the spy game with Mikey, Sam and Fi. Sharon Gless "Cagney & Lacey" plays Mikey's wacky Mom. She is perfect in this role.
If you've seen "Changeling" with "Angelina Jolie" in the lead you will recognize "Jeffrey Donovan" as the corrupt police Captain "J.J. Jones" and lordy did he ever play the bad cop well.
As usual I digress.
I wanted to say that because of the character known as "Sam Axe" I find myself wanting a Mojito to drink. This left-over spy who is Michael's sidekick and best friend love himself a Mojito. This guy reminds me of the big lovable bear in the cartoon "Blue...pronounced Balou" just so dammed beach cool. The program takes place in Miami, Florida where the sun is always high and bright, the beach is long and white, the sky is huge and blue...the people are pretty, they never sweat and they drink tall drinks that look fruity and cool. Sam is always ordering a Mojito. Well...dammit...now "Sam" has given me the idea that I want to have me a Mojito of my own. I typed my way to the reliable old "Google" on the Web and low and behold I found recipes.
I rarely have a drink and I have never been a Vodka person though in my youth I did drink a few Vodka drinks now and again. I liked Screwdrivers, Sloe Screws and an occasional Vodka Bloody Mary with a crisp stock of celery to nibble on. I generally would prefer a tomato juice/beer/salt & Tabasco sauce Bloody Mary with a pack or two of those olives that you can bite the end of a plastic wrap off and dump in. Here's the rub...I have enjoyed every Rum drink I have ever had (so me thinks) I would go for the Mojito made with Rum instead of the Vodka one. I'd bet a dollar to a donut that old "Sam Axe" drinks his with Rum. I mean can you picture a guy in a bright Hawaiian shirt not choosing the Rum?
Ever had one?
Here's the recipe that sounds the best to me:
Rum Mojitos
The mojito was born in Havana, Cuba. There are many variations of the drink. This recipe calls for the five customary ingredients of mint, rum, powdered sugar, lime, and club soda.
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Ingredients:
4 mint leaves
1 lime (for juicing)
1 teaspoon powdered sugar
2 ounces white rum
2 ounces club soda
1 sprig of mint (for garnishing)
crushed ice
Preparation:
1. Put the mint leaves into a Collins glass and squeeze the lime juice over them.
2. Add the powdered sugar and then muddle the mint, lime juice and sugar together. Add crushed ice.
3. Stir in the rum and top off with the club soda.
4. Garnish with a mint sprig.
Servings: Makes one drink.
Now doesn't this sound YUMMY? Even the Tom Collins glass makes the drink look good.
So here you have it. If you give it a try on a hot summer day let me know if you like it. I know I'll talk myself into having one soon. Maybe I should go have one with Sam Axe...he is a cutie and could tell me lots of spy tales.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
"UPDATE"...Marmie is home
Dear Blog,
Hi everyone. I just heard from Marmie a bit ago so I thought I'd let you all know that she is home from the hospital. She ended up having two surgeries. I'll wait for her to tell all the details when she feels well enough to write about them. There is good news and bad news too. The good news is that the knee surgery worked and she is actually feeling pretty good. She says she feels much better than she did after the last surgery. The bad news is that the doctor doing the surgery broke her leg while he was trying to repair her knee. Worse yet is that because of the knee surgery they are not able to put a cast on her broken femur.
I KNOW...I KNOW...un-efing-believable. My poor girl has bad luck beyond belief. It
makes me wonder who's put a hex on her.
If I had the money I would travel to England and nurse her back to health. I'd then bring her back here to Minnesota with me. We'd find her a nice husband to love her and help her have a easy road to travel from here on out. Anyone know of such a guy?
So as it is...I'll keep sending her good vibes and notes and pretty cards in the hopes that it'll brighten her days while she heals. I'll send prayers for her too even if she doesn't believe much in them.
Keep your spirits up my girl...and remember many, many people are pulling for you to heal fast and get back to your old chicken and nipper chasing self soon. Rest sweetie. Love, J-
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
Hi everyone. I just heard from Marmie a bit ago so I thought I'd let you all know that she is home from the hospital. She ended up having two surgeries. I'll wait for her to tell all the details when she feels well enough to write about them. There is good news and bad news too. The good news is that the knee surgery worked and she is actually feeling pretty good. She says she feels much better than she did after the last surgery. The bad news is that the doctor doing the surgery broke her leg while he was trying to repair her knee. Worse yet is that because of the knee surgery they are not able to put a cast on her broken femur.
I KNOW...I KNOW...un-efing-believable. My poor girl has bad luck beyond belief. It
makes me wonder who's put a hex on her.
If I had the money I would travel to England and nurse her back to health. I'd then bring her back here to Minnesota with me. We'd find her a nice husband to love her and help her have a easy road to travel from here on out. Anyone know of such a guy?
So as it is...I'll keep sending her good vibes and notes and pretty cards in the hopes that it'll brighten her days while she heals. I'll send prayers for her too even if she doesn't believe much in them.
Keep your spirits up my girl...and remember many, many people are pulling for you to heal fast and get back to your old chicken and nipper chasing self soon. Rest sweetie. Love, J-
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
"Ain't Life Just A Pip?"...
Dear Blog,
I know I have said this before...probably many, many times...still here I am once again saying that I so wish I could either be Samantha from "Bewitched" or that her witchy powers could be passed on to me. I could magically twinkle my nose and this whole house would be sparkly clean. No more white film from Sheetrock or dust from the sawdust that sawing 2x4's and plywood has left behind.
And hey...while I am at it what with the cool powers and all I might just as well twitch my nose and win a super-sized lotto jackpot. The old boy could be retired in the stead of "laid off" looking for a paycheck to fall from the sky. I always want to say skies...as if we have more than one to choose from...I wonder where that comes from?
Oh gosh there are so many things that I could do. I could become a perfect size 2 which is what the charts at the clinic say a woman who is 5' tall and teeny framed should be. For years I have been told that my ideal weight is somewhere between 92 and 102 pounds. As if that's ever going to happen. Someone could have told God and my ancestors that bit of news. I come from many generations of short fat Irish men and women. My Great-uncle Clemmie was a right proper example and the list of short fat relatives goes on and on. At least we are mostly pretty to look at. Some not so much so. Maybe it was my people who first came up with that slogan "I'd rather be fat then ugly". In defense of the extra poundage I imagine. Well...that would need to be one special twitch of the nose and stretch of the imagination with maybe even a big old sneeze tucked into the mix. I'd be happy as a lark if I saw a size 10 fit me good. The big problem is that the old boy would dump the new skinny me and go find some nice hefty woman to be with.
Looks like one really does need to be careful about what we wish for.
Just in case I opt for the size 2 body and I kick Kevin to the curb I'd need to be assured that I wouldn't have any wrinkles or ugly flab. I'd want a perfect complexion and my once thick dark hair and my once strong white teeth would be a must. Let's not forget a closet full of dresses, skirts and silky tops along with a huge array of shoes, belts, purses and jewelery to match. Think of the heels and clogs and sandals I could covet. No jeans for this girlie girl. Can someone near to sixty years old wear a mini skirt?
I'd spend lots of time on our "new houseboat" the one that is launched in the waters off Belize. The old boy could be fishing his life away and grilling a fine meal of seafood and offering me platters of exotic fruit and chilled lobster salads with fresh greens and a sweet cucumber dip. I would have a Rum Mojito at my wait with a long straw for sipping and a interesting book in my hand as Chopin riffles softly from hidden speakers. I'd smell of coconut from my luxurious silky sunblock. The huge 9 foot umbrella I lounge under would be a bright and beautiful copy of Monet' finest. I would witness it's majestic beauty as it protected me from the rays of sun. A fine whisper of a warm breeze would ooze me into a peaceful afternoon sleep.
Yes, life would be a delight if only Samantha would share her nose with me.
I, of course, would donate much of my lotto money and the twinkles of my nose to those in need...like the Midwest housewife who wants the dust cleaned away that came from the recent re-modeling job. She dare not piss-n-moan or whine much since the room was gifted to her from loving hands. The mess came with it.
I'd feed the poor and create millions of jobs that would allow people to have modest homes, good medical coverage and money for basics such as food, clothing, a car and gas. I'd set up programs where all kids could have a decent education, sports, music and arts. These activities would be free for all kids. I'd also offer summer camps for families to choose from and each family would get to experience "Disney World" at least once. Cotton candy, mini-donuts and slushies would be plentiful and free. There would be free helicopter and Hot-air Balloon rides for everyone. And young mothers would never need to worry about where they would get the money for diapers or formula, clothes, p-nut butter and other foods and such again. I would make life a safe place to live. I would so enjoy the smiles that I'd see instead of worried faces. I'd even go for a pony ride and eat fiddle-faddle and chocolate covered nuts. I'd twinkle up an old fashioned 7-up bar for me. Maybe a dozen of them. I'd drink me a cherry Coke loaded with crushed ice and at least once each week I'd have a rootbeer float. (S)
With just a twitch of my nose all the diseases in the world would be gone. There would be no tyrants or war. People would all believe in one God and follow the laws. Doctors could spend their lives on a golf course and rub elbows with Tiger Woods. They would have no sick people to see. I would twinkle my nose and free the world of all the evil acts and the people that do them. The evil would go in one fiery burst and the ashes would land on a planet far, far away where they would be sealed in tight and forever be set aside from our world. We could name that planet Hell and be done with it.
All of the missing kids and people would be returned to safety with the horror they witnessed wiped from their memories. Their eyes would no longer be hollow and dredged in fear. Their eyes would be happy and they would shine with an abundance of hope and laughter. I'd never again sit across from a woman who (with tears streaming down her face) says to me, "I think I had my first orgasm before I turned one...when my Daddy was fingering me. I've always wondered if he knew it was an orgasm or if he thought he'd just made me go pee." There would never be another dark-haired little girl...6 years old...asking if her daddy or big brother had put a baby in her tummy.
Oh what an utter joy it would be if just a twitch of my nose could eradicate the world of such anguish. It would be perfect if our world never witnessed the horrors of evil again. And I am all for perfect of that sort.
But alas, Samantha has not deeded me the powers of her magical nose. My power is basically in my dreams. The world's struggles are still alive and ruling our existence. We are still battling evil. Damn...it was such a pleasant dream.
This must mean that I need to come to my wake and I need to start washing the dust off of everything in my house. I think I'll start by giving my "Peace Lilies" a trim and a bath. They look pretty puny right now. They do not take well to change and apparently the beauties like to be clean. Still, it is nice to know that in my imagination...my daydreams...I am allowed such a great place for me to escape. I need a respite from reality more often then not. Reality is not always the most pleasant place to live. My utopia exists in my mind and what a mighty fine mind it can be. A mind that lets me escape to lovely snippits of daydreams.
I will become a giant blue fairy and I will fight all evil and work for the good of human kind. Anyone care to join me? We can all aim to be heroes. We will save our wayward world.
Ask and you shall receive.
I've been missing my Mom lately. Somebody noticed. She came to me in my sleep last night and stayed for hours. It was a comforting visit and life felt safe and we cooked and ate and talked up a storm. She was happy with me and I with her. See what death can bring? A happy togetherness that we rarely shared when she was alive. I woke feeling a special warmth of love and a safety that didn't need special words...it was simply felt. Last week cousin Janny came back for a long visit too and it was a great comfort. It was as if she hadn't really left me behind those twenty-one years ago. We were young and healthy and full of piss and vinegar and we could still dance a mean polka and we were the best jitterbugs around.
Oh those were the days my friend...we thought they'd never end...we thought we'd last forever and a day.
Ain't life a pip? Seems that so often when we need something it suddenly appears as if by Divine design. I give a special thanks to my designer.
God speed Marmie. Dream happy dreams, my friends. Be a happy posse and eat cake.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
I know I have said this before...probably many, many times...still here I am once again saying that I so wish I could either be Samantha from "Bewitched" or that her witchy powers could be passed on to me. I could magically twinkle my nose and this whole house would be sparkly clean. No more white film from Sheetrock or dust from the sawdust that sawing 2x4's and plywood has left behind.
And hey...while I am at it what with the cool powers and all I might just as well twitch my nose and win a super-sized lotto jackpot. The old boy could be retired in the stead of "laid off" looking for a paycheck to fall from the sky. I always want to say skies...as if we have more than one to choose from...I wonder where that comes from?
Oh gosh there are so many things that I could do. I could become a perfect size 2 which is what the charts at the clinic say a woman who is 5' tall and teeny framed should be. For years I have been told that my ideal weight is somewhere between 92 and 102 pounds. As if that's ever going to happen. Someone could have told God and my ancestors that bit of news. I come from many generations of short fat Irish men and women. My Great-uncle Clemmie was a right proper example and the list of short fat relatives goes on and on. At least we are mostly pretty to look at. Some not so much so. Maybe it was my people who first came up with that slogan "I'd rather be fat then ugly". In defense of the extra poundage I imagine. Well...that would need to be one special twitch of the nose and stretch of the imagination with maybe even a big old sneeze tucked into the mix. I'd be happy as a lark if I saw a size 10 fit me good. The big problem is that the old boy would dump the new skinny me and go find some nice hefty woman to be with.
Looks like one really does need to be careful about what we wish for.
Just in case I opt for the size 2 body and I kick Kevin to the curb I'd need to be assured that I wouldn't have any wrinkles or ugly flab. I'd want a perfect complexion and my once thick dark hair and my once strong white teeth would be a must. Let's not forget a closet full of dresses, skirts and silky tops along with a huge array of shoes, belts, purses and jewelery to match. Think of the heels and clogs and sandals I could covet. No jeans for this girlie girl. Can someone near to sixty years old wear a mini skirt?
I'd spend lots of time on our "new houseboat" the one that is launched in the waters off Belize. The old boy could be fishing his life away and grilling a fine meal of seafood and offering me platters of exotic fruit and chilled lobster salads with fresh greens and a sweet cucumber dip. I would have a Rum Mojito at my wait with a long straw for sipping and a interesting book in my hand as Chopin riffles softly from hidden speakers. I'd smell of coconut from my luxurious silky sunblock. The huge 9 foot umbrella I lounge under would be a bright and beautiful copy of Monet' finest. I would witness it's majestic beauty as it protected me from the rays of sun. A fine whisper of a warm breeze would ooze me into a peaceful afternoon sleep.
Yes, life would be a delight if only Samantha would share her nose with me.
I, of course, would donate much of my lotto money and the twinkles of my nose to those in need...like the Midwest housewife who wants the dust cleaned away that came from the recent re-modeling job. She dare not piss-n-moan or whine much since the room was gifted to her from loving hands. The mess came with it.
I'd feed the poor and create millions of jobs that would allow people to have modest homes, good medical coverage and money for basics such as food, clothing, a car and gas. I'd set up programs where all kids could have a decent education, sports, music and arts. These activities would be free for all kids. I'd also offer summer camps for families to choose from and each family would get to experience "Disney World" at least once. Cotton candy, mini-donuts and slushies would be plentiful and free. There would be free helicopter and Hot-air Balloon rides for everyone. And young mothers would never need to worry about where they would get the money for diapers or formula, clothes, p-nut butter and other foods and such again. I would make life a safe place to live. I would so enjoy the smiles that I'd see instead of worried faces. I'd even go for a pony ride and eat fiddle-faddle and chocolate covered nuts. I'd twinkle up an old fashioned 7-up bar for me. Maybe a dozen of them. I'd drink me a cherry Coke loaded with crushed ice and at least once each week I'd have a rootbeer float. (S)
With just a twitch of my nose all the diseases in the world would be gone. There would be no tyrants or war. People would all believe in one God and follow the laws. Doctors could spend their lives on a golf course and rub elbows with Tiger Woods. They would have no sick people to see. I would twinkle my nose and free the world of all the evil acts and the people that do them. The evil would go in one fiery burst and the ashes would land on a planet far, far away where they would be sealed in tight and forever be set aside from our world. We could name that planet Hell and be done with it.
All of the missing kids and people would be returned to safety with the horror they witnessed wiped from their memories. Their eyes would no longer be hollow and dredged in fear. Their eyes would be happy and they would shine with an abundance of hope and laughter. I'd never again sit across from a woman who (with tears streaming down her face) says to me, "I think I had my first orgasm before I turned one...when my Daddy was fingering me. I've always wondered if he knew it was an orgasm or if he thought he'd just made me go pee." There would never be another dark-haired little girl...6 years old...asking if her daddy or big brother had put a baby in her tummy.
Oh what an utter joy it would be if just a twitch of my nose could eradicate the world of such anguish. It would be perfect if our world never witnessed the horrors of evil again. And I am all for perfect of that sort.
But alas, Samantha has not deeded me the powers of her magical nose. My power is basically in my dreams. The world's struggles are still alive and ruling our existence. We are still battling evil. Damn...it was such a pleasant dream.
This must mean that I need to come to my wake and I need to start washing the dust off of everything in my house. I think I'll start by giving my "Peace Lilies" a trim and a bath. They look pretty puny right now. They do not take well to change and apparently the beauties like to be clean. Still, it is nice to know that in my imagination...my daydreams...I am allowed such a great place for me to escape. I need a respite from reality more often then not. Reality is not always the most pleasant place to live. My utopia exists in my mind and what a mighty fine mind it can be. A mind that lets me escape to lovely snippits of daydreams.
I will become a giant blue fairy and I will fight all evil and work for the good of human kind. Anyone care to join me? We can all aim to be heroes. We will save our wayward world.
Ask and you shall receive.
I've been missing my Mom lately. Somebody noticed. She came to me in my sleep last night and stayed for hours. It was a comforting visit and life felt safe and we cooked and ate and talked up a storm. She was happy with me and I with her. See what death can bring? A happy togetherness that we rarely shared when she was alive. I woke feeling a special warmth of love and a safety that didn't need special words...it was simply felt. Last week cousin Janny came back for a long visit too and it was a great comfort. It was as if she hadn't really left me behind those twenty-one years ago. We were young and healthy and full of piss and vinegar and we could still dance a mean polka and we were the best jitterbugs around.
Oh those were the days my friend...we thought they'd never end...we thought we'd last forever and a day.
Ain't life a pip? Seems that so often when we need something it suddenly appears as if by Divine design. I give a special thanks to my designer.
God speed Marmie. Dream happy dreams, my friends. Be a happy posse and eat cake.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
"Here you have it Denny Crane"...
Dear Blog,
To Denny Crane,
As promised I am posting my comment to a post you have which pictures Bill O'Reilly, Newt Gingrich and that dork Russ Limbaugh as pseudo KKK members and the Cartoon about President Obama apologizing for America's mistake...ie war. My comment was kicked out of your comment area because it has too many characters. As if...I could ever say too much. (Those that know me well are pausing here for a good chuckle). I can be a bit wordy when I have something I want to say, which is often enough. It's like jeez don't get me started.
So here you have it just one woman's opinion & I do know what is said about opinions.
Myself, I think the old boys look dammed good in white. All three of them proudly flaunt the reputations they’ve garnered of being muckrakers and they all condemn groups of people and burn said people at the stake with their tongues and vicious ideals. Mostly I would find them completely laughable if they didn't have so many followers who thrive on anger, bigotry and venomous hate.
One thing I have always detested that I see happening in America is that we only seem to unite when we are on the attack of someone out side of us. We are well known for traveling in packs like rabid dogs to attack the weak. "KICK 'em when they are down." These three "good old boys" are always first and right up front on the bandwagon to stir up trouble and attack any thing or one who doesn't fit into their ideal rhetoric. They remind me of play ground bullies and the KKK always reminded me of cowardly bullies who attack. And if the KKK was started by Democrats they would have been Southern Democrats which are the equivalent to Northern Republicans.
Occasionally, in this country, we will unite...like in the case of helping with the devastation of Katrina but as a whole it baffles me as to why we are called "The UNITED States." I suggest the lie sounds better than the reality of our separateness. I think this separateness is based in fear and the Darwinian theory of the fittest will survive. In that scenario we all become and behave as enemies. Each tribe wants to be on the top. I wonder if Darwin had any idea how much his theory would influence how we live. Is it life copying theory or theory copying life? According to the many predictions about the end of time we are doing exactly what we are supposed to be doing to bring it on. Maybe after 2012 all these conversations will be moot.
We are not one big happy melting pot...we are a huge country with numerous sects, beliefs, opinions, and ideals. Each tribe/group have their prejudices and trust and dis-trusts. Some of us will tolerate more than others will. Some of us will kill humans...some of us won't. Some of us will kill animals...some of us won't. We all share in the believe that we are the one who knows the best path.
The street gangs (in our melting pot) come in all colors, sizes and shapes. A zillion little Armies all separate from each other across America. United in hate and warfare. All of these little Armies are imitating the government figureheads that they see in the news. As the (universal they) have said, we learn from the school we go to. Of course the gangs generally get their guns illegally and spread their news threw the grapevine instead of using the media.
Personally I think that the suits are merely a distraction for the real leaders of the world. Money rules...always has...always will. I think Marx was right when he said the government(the rulers) pit the poor against the poor. Keep people down and in their proper place that way maybe they/we won't notice the important things that are going on. The things that will have long-lasting affects on the world. They also keep the masses down by allowing them to have just enough to get by so they can have colonies of worker bees to line their pockets with riches and gold. The worker bees are so occupied with keeping their families fed that they don't have the time or energy to see what is being taken away from them. They don't know how to stop the rich from hording the wealth and their greed causing the earth to die.
The highbrows of the gang world are the Republican and the Democrat parties. It's akin to watching a Mafia movie where the Dons have their groups of followers carry out the dirty work. The Dons will publicly dine together and smile and make like pals and have each other stabbed in the back for dessert. The unseen do the kill when the public is not around to view. They big guns in the political arena are rich and command attention and make and break the laws willy nilly as they see fit. I don’t know that any of them believe in what they preach. Instead of working together as a cohesive government they spend all their time and energy trying to one up each other. They bring to mind the many scandalous ministers that are at their pulpits (on TV and in churches) spouting God and goodness out of one side of their mouth while they preach hell and damnation out the other side. At the same time they are raking in the money and getting caught in sex scandals. I really see no difference in the world leaders and the church leaders. I get visions of little boys & girls pricking their fingers so they can become blood-brothers/sisters taking an oath to run the world and getting what they want. Seemingly ruled by their lust for money and sex and the need for an ever-desired power.
Wouldn't it be miraculous if the two major political parties in America would stop all of the finger pointing, name calling and warring with each other (trying to be the TOP DOG) and actually work together to make our country really united and working on the many, many things we NEED to take care of. Maybe for once people could put the GOOD for ALL first. I know...silly me...I dream of the impossible.
But still, I think a person should be humble enough to apologize for his or her errors and a nation should be brave and humble enough to apologize too. If no one is ever willing to admit to a wrong then right will never come about. It'll just be more of the same and I, for one, am dammed sick of the same.
The Christian Bible says that the meek shall inherit the earth...I suggest that leaves America out because it seems we can never admit to a wrong and we are always willing to take on a fight to win and to remain the "Top Dog". when our President has the balls to admit we've made errors and goes about trying to make changes he is ridiculed in the stead. The world at large has accepted Obama and shown him more respect the his fellow country men who should be helping him make some well deserved changes. He is not trying to make us weak...he is trying to remind us that we need to be meek. We need to listen to the world. We need to look at the big picture. We need to atone for our errors and seek change. The worker bees need a chance. And yes maybe we need to apologize to the dead that lie under those rows of white stones.
We keep repeating our past mistakes by following the wrong path. It’s like we become blinded to all of the ills and misfortunes so we can continue on with our trek to get to the top of the barrel. Perhaps we have a brain blockage or a brain freeze that renders us incapable of learning from our mistakes. I would've thought that we had learned when we (the world collectively) turned a blind eye to the massacre that Hitler and his cronies were pulling off. Imagine my shock when I found out that not only were many blinded but that major money from rich Americans were supporting his slaughtering regime. Nothing shocks me about the super rich any longer.
AND NOW:
I understand there is a major push...a movement...to totally dismiss the FACT that Hitler's Germany not only allowed the annihilation of millions of innocent peoples but they wholeheartedly took part in it. To pretend that Hitler’s reign of terror did not exist is dammed near as dangerous as were the trains that carted the lost souls to the ovens. Next we’ll say the Jews (along with all of the other Innocent's') whom were slaughtered by Hitler and his henchmen...got what they deserved because they were born Jewish or they had a limp or a lisp or they didn't have blue eyes. It was their own dammed fault for being who they were and not falling into Hitler's ideal of perfection. It’s like some idiot saying a woman deserves to be raped because she is a woman and looks sexy. Give me a ef-ing break.
And as for the remarks from the Canadian guy...why doesn’t he butt back out of America's business. He should concern himself with Canada’s problems and leaders. All we need is a few more aliens sticking their two bits in. I keep saying clean your own house before you delve into mine.
Bet you are glad you heard from me, eh? Liberal is not a dirty word...it is simply a different frame of mind. A different view. I could go on for hours about that but I’m pretty tired right now so I'll give you a break. And as far as the critics and media having a big hoopla over the first lady wearing a $9.00 T-shirt, as if that is a bad thing, I think they should take a flying f**k at a rolling donut. Like that is of some great national importance. Stupid twats.
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And yes to all of my regulars...I am on a roll. You know I'm feeling better when I take the time to rant.
Take the pain meds Marmie. I hope all of you are reasonably happy and doing well. Now that I am sated from my grilled cheese sandwich (on white bread) and my mint tea it is time for a nice afternoon nap. Bye.
Bye Blog, JjB...
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To Denny Crane,
As promised I am posting my comment to a post you have which pictures Bill O'Reilly, Newt Gingrich and that dork Russ Limbaugh as pseudo KKK members and the Cartoon about President Obama apologizing for America's mistake...ie war. My comment was kicked out of your comment area because it has too many characters. As if...I could ever say too much. (Those that know me well are pausing here for a good chuckle). I can be a bit wordy when I have something I want to say, which is often enough. It's like jeez don't get me started.
So here you have it just one woman's opinion & I do know what is said about opinions.
Myself, I think the old boys look dammed good in white. All three of them proudly flaunt the reputations they’ve garnered of being muckrakers and they all condemn groups of people and burn said people at the stake with their tongues and vicious ideals. Mostly I would find them completely laughable if they didn't have so many followers who thrive on anger, bigotry and venomous hate.
One thing I have always detested that I see happening in America is that we only seem to unite when we are on the attack of someone out side of us. We are well known for traveling in packs like rabid dogs to attack the weak. "KICK 'em when they are down." These three "good old boys" are always first and right up front on the bandwagon to stir up trouble and attack any thing or one who doesn't fit into their ideal rhetoric. They remind me of play ground bullies and the KKK always reminded me of cowardly bullies who attack. And if the KKK was started by Democrats they would have been Southern Democrats which are the equivalent to Northern Republicans.
Occasionally, in this country, we will unite...like in the case of helping with the devastation of Katrina but as a whole it baffles me as to why we are called "The UNITED States." I suggest the lie sounds better than the reality of our separateness. I think this separateness is based in fear and the Darwinian theory of the fittest will survive. In that scenario we all become and behave as enemies. Each tribe wants to be on the top. I wonder if Darwin had any idea how much his theory would influence how we live. Is it life copying theory or theory copying life? According to the many predictions about the end of time we are doing exactly what we are supposed to be doing to bring it on. Maybe after 2012 all these conversations will be moot.
We are not one big happy melting pot...we are a huge country with numerous sects, beliefs, opinions, and ideals. Each tribe/group have their prejudices and trust and dis-trusts. Some of us will tolerate more than others will. Some of us will kill humans...some of us won't. Some of us will kill animals...some of us won't. We all share in the believe that we are the one who knows the best path.
The street gangs (in our melting pot) come in all colors, sizes and shapes. A zillion little Armies all separate from each other across America. United in hate and warfare. All of these little Armies are imitating the government figureheads that they see in the news. As the (universal they) have said, we learn from the school we go to. Of course the gangs generally get their guns illegally and spread their news threw the grapevine instead of using the media.
Personally I think that the suits are merely a distraction for the real leaders of the world. Money rules...always has...always will. I think Marx was right when he said the government(the rulers) pit the poor against the poor. Keep people down and in their proper place that way maybe they/we won't notice the important things that are going on. The things that will have long-lasting affects on the world. They also keep the masses down by allowing them to have just enough to get by so they can have colonies of worker bees to line their pockets with riches and gold. The worker bees are so occupied with keeping their families fed that they don't have the time or energy to see what is being taken away from them. They don't know how to stop the rich from hording the wealth and their greed causing the earth to die.
The highbrows of the gang world are the Republican and the Democrat parties. It's akin to watching a Mafia movie where the Dons have their groups of followers carry out the dirty work. The Dons will publicly dine together and smile and make like pals and have each other stabbed in the back for dessert. The unseen do the kill when the public is not around to view. They big guns in the political arena are rich and command attention and make and break the laws willy nilly as they see fit. I don’t know that any of them believe in what they preach. Instead of working together as a cohesive government they spend all their time and energy trying to one up each other. They bring to mind the many scandalous ministers that are at their pulpits (on TV and in churches) spouting God and goodness out of one side of their mouth while they preach hell and damnation out the other side. At the same time they are raking in the money and getting caught in sex scandals. I really see no difference in the world leaders and the church leaders. I get visions of little boys & girls pricking their fingers so they can become blood-brothers/sisters taking an oath to run the world and getting what they want. Seemingly ruled by their lust for money and sex and the need for an ever-desired power.
Wouldn't it be miraculous if the two major political parties in America would stop all of the finger pointing, name calling and warring with each other (trying to be the TOP DOG) and actually work together to make our country really united and working on the many, many things we NEED to take care of. Maybe for once people could put the GOOD for ALL first. I know...silly me...I dream of the impossible.
But still, I think a person should be humble enough to apologize for his or her errors and a nation should be brave and humble enough to apologize too. If no one is ever willing to admit to a wrong then right will never come about. It'll just be more of the same and I, for one, am dammed sick of the same.
The Christian Bible says that the meek shall inherit the earth...I suggest that leaves America out because it seems we can never admit to a wrong and we are always willing to take on a fight to win and to remain the "Top Dog". when our President has the balls to admit we've made errors and goes about trying to make changes he is ridiculed in the stead. The world at large has accepted Obama and shown him more respect the his fellow country men who should be helping him make some well deserved changes. He is not trying to make us weak...he is trying to remind us that we need to be meek. We need to listen to the world. We need to look at the big picture. We need to atone for our errors and seek change. The worker bees need a chance. And yes maybe we need to apologize to the dead that lie under those rows of white stones.
We keep repeating our past mistakes by following the wrong path. It’s like we become blinded to all of the ills and misfortunes so we can continue on with our trek to get to the top of the barrel. Perhaps we have a brain blockage or a brain freeze that renders us incapable of learning from our mistakes. I would've thought that we had learned when we (the world collectively) turned a blind eye to the massacre that Hitler and his cronies were pulling off. Imagine my shock when I found out that not only were many blinded but that major money from rich Americans were supporting his slaughtering regime. Nothing shocks me about the super rich any longer.
AND NOW:
I understand there is a major push...a movement...to totally dismiss the FACT that Hitler's Germany not only allowed the annihilation of millions of innocent peoples but they wholeheartedly took part in it. To pretend that Hitler’s reign of terror did not exist is dammed near as dangerous as were the trains that carted the lost souls to the ovens. Next we’ll say the Jews (along with all of the other Innocent's') whom were slaughtered by Hitler and his henchmen...got what they deserved because they were born Jewish or they had a limp or a lisp or they didn't have blue eyes. It was their own dammed fault for being who they were and not falling into Hitler's ideal of perfection. It’s like some idiot saying a woman deserves to be raped because she is a woman and looks sexy. Give me a ef-ing break.
And as for the remarks from the Canadian guy...why doesn’t he butt back out of America's business. He should concern himself with Canada’s problems and leaders. All we need is a few more aliens sticking their two bits in. I keep saying clean your own house before you delve into mine.
Bet you are glad you heard from me, eh? Liberal is not a dirty word...it is simply a different frame of mind. A different view. I could go on for hours about that but I’m pretty tired right now so I'll give you a break. And as far as the critics and media having a big hoopla over the first lady wearing a $9.00 T-shirt, as if that is a bad thing, I think they should take a flying f**k at a rolling donut. Like that is of some great national importance. Stupid twats.
Jolie-30-
And yes to all of my regulars...I am on a roll. You know I'm feeling better when I take the time to rant.
Take the pain meds Marmie. I hope all of you are reasonably happy and doing well. Now that I am sated from my grilled cheese sandwich (on white bread) and my mint tea it is time for a nice afternoon nap. Bye.
Bye Blog, JjB...
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