Monday, October 31, 2005
The Nest!
Forgot to mention that this old hen has been flattening this nest for six years as of October 29 th. Yep been sleeping in the back woods since 1999. Living in a soup bowl sure has been a hoot! I have given the .50 cent tour several times and people still don’t believe this place is as big as it is until they are inside. I must thank my hubby for introducing me to this different lifestyle!
Number Four!
Over the weekend I presented my fourth book mark to my grand daughter Courtney. An avid reader she will make good use of this gift.
The variegated pastel was her choice.
If smiles tell the story than Mrs. DOF and I certainly recognize a happy ending!
The Roof Caves In!
Good Morning or should I say Boo To You? A short visit from the SEB clan this weekend--always happy to see them. It was kind of sad though to see my son so down hearted, concerned, and generally lost. One of the replies to a request for a job he received was you are too overqualified. What kind of bullshit is this? My daughter has heard this several times. I myself heard this when applying for a position also some years ago.
So let’s look at this statement. What does it mean? Is it that I threaten you? That I might be good enough to do your job and take it away from you? That my ability to do the work and be an asset the company might outshine your half ass attempts at your position? That maybe you don’t like my attitude or my looks?
Oh maybe I’m too fat. I could be scary because I’m so tall. You don’t like my beard. Or I smile too much --can’t trust people who smile they are hatching evil things. Maybe my skin is the wrong color. Maybe my tits are too big.
Whether it be tits, beard, smiles, brains or any other reason you can think of. Be I male or female I need a job. Am I too overqualified to want to eat and feed my family? Or to pay my bills, or send my child to school in a decent coat?
Let us cut the bullshit and tell it like it is! Why don’t I really get this job? What can be done to make it possible to work for you? Do I need more education? Then put me to work and I’ll go to school part time.
Then on the other hand where did all the jobs go? Well we sent them overseas, or down South, or to south America because the people here are too lazy to do them. Bullshit you sent them where you sent them because of cheaper wages, more profits, and not having to deal first hand with labor problems because you aren’t there and people there are so damn happy to get a job that there should be no labor problems.
But no matter what reasons are used to send work away, or not hire people who are in need of work this Government, these companies, right on down to these know it alls who decided who is qualified and who is not will soon see a change. When there is no way to feed my family, pay my bills, buy a car, get a mortgage for a home, or get the medical care I need. Then my friend tell me your answer?
When do I say enough is enough? When do we help our own? I don’t mean just disaster victims. I mean Mr. Average Man/ Woman who tries to live decently, to save a little money and help their community and country.
When I look at the auto companies. or any of the business or governmental agencies that are crying help, or threatening closures, or drastic cutbacks I can’t help but think you brought it on yourselves. Money was wasted in unwise spending, lack of controlling where it went and how it was used. fraud committed by people within the organization or government, the golden parachutes awarded at retirement. and so many other misappropriations too numerous to mention.
When do I say I will no longer buy an American made car? When do I say I won’t invest in your real estate, your stock markets or your research for cures? When will I say I won’t pay your taxes? When, like in in past history, do I go to Debtors Prison?
Can’t happen you say? I wouldn’t count on that when the roof caves in!!!!
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Two More
When Mrs. DOf read that Mrs. SEB was coming to Otisville this weekend she requested favor. Could I please have Anne pick one of the bookmarks as a get well gift. Of course I could and did.
This was her choice--a lovely blue combination.
So there you have it two more happy people from a dear friend’s gift!
Shame On Me!
Jay’s visit to the Doctor’s office yesterday turned out to be a load off my shoulders. You know how the mind grabs something said and works it into a big deal?
During my stress test a couple of weeks back Doctor had said something like I don’t like the looks of that. Well I grabbed it and began to remember when Jay had his stress test. Something then seemed not quite right and we found ourselves in the Cardiologist office. Then came the heart catheter, followed by the bypass surgery, and weeks of rehab. All I could think of is I don’t want to go through that while trying to deal with the everyday things. Well the word yesterday was the test was good and I just need to start some serious exercise. What a’stup’ I am! Shame on me!
Friday, October 28, 2005
Close Your Eyes!
“Close Your Eyes”
And go back with me in time
Before the Internet or the MAC,
Before semi automatics and crack
Before chronic and indo
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo
Way back........
I’m talkin’ bout hide and go seek at dusk.
Sittin’ on the porch,
Hot bread and butter.
Eatin’ a ‘super dooper sandwich’,
Red light, Green light.
Chocolate milk, Lunch tickets,
Penny candy in a brown paper bag.
Hopscotch, butterscotch, doubledutch
Jacks, kickball, dodgeball, y’all!
Mother, May I?
Hula Hoops and Sunflower Seeds,
Jaw breakers, blowpops, Mary Janes,
Running through the sprinkler (I can’t get wet! All
right, well don’t wet my hair....)
The smell of the sun and lickin’ salty lips....
Wait......
Catchin’ lightening bugs in a jar,
Playin sling shot and Red Rover.
When around the corner seemed far away,
And going downtown seemed like going somewhere.
Bedtime, Climbing trees,
A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers,
Cops and Robbers,
Cowboys and Indians,
Sittin on the curb,
Jumpin down the steps,
Jumpin on the bed.
Pillow fights
Being tickled to death
Runnin till you were out of breath
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt
Being tired from playin’.... Remember that?
I ain’t finished just yet…
What about the girl that had the big bubbly hand writing??
Licking the beaters when your mother made a cake.
Didn’t that feel good.. just to go back and say, Yeah,
I remember that!
There’s nothing like the good old days! They were good
then, and they’re good now when we think about them.
Share some of these thoughts with a friend who can relate.
One can’t be serious ALL the time, eh?
Remember when…
When there were two types of sneakers for girls and boys
(Keds & PF Flyers), and the only time you wore them at
school, was for “gym.”
When nearly everyone’s mom was at home when the kids
got there.
When nobody owned a purebred dog.
When a quarter was a decent allowance, and another
quarter a huge bonus.
When you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When girls neither dated nor kissed until late high
school, if then.
When your mom wore nylons that came in two pieces.
When all of your male teachers wore neckties and female
teachers had their hair done, everyday.
When you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked,
and gas pumped, without asking, for free, every time.
And, you didn’t pay for air.
And, you got trading stamps to boot!
When laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or
towels hidden inside the box.
When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him
or use him to carry groceries, and nobody, not even the
kid, thought a thing of it.
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out
to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.
When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they
failed ... and did!
When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing
compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student
at home.
Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn’t
because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.
Disapproval of our parents and grandparents was a much
bigger threat!
Thanks for sharing Pam
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Counsel And Comfort!
Last week my Echo had been showing signs of diarrhea for which the Vet said to give her Kaopectate. 1 dropper full twice in a day. When you try to give an African Grey anything by mouth it results in a very chewed up plastic dropper and a growling bird.
Today it was Molly to the Vet. Off her food, a howl of pain every once in a while, and no mess in the litter box. Making a long story short Molly is to take 1 ml of Amoxil twice a day. Another dropper project. The Vet also wanted her to have canned cat food mixed with baby prunes for a day or two. Now mind you Molly won’t eat any table scraps, no cat treats or any canned cat food. Now this is going to be fun!
I’m thinking of teaching Molly bird talk or Echo cat talk so they can counsel and comfort each other while I work on paying the Vet bill!
LOVEMAKING TIPS FOR SENIORS
1. Put on your glasses. Double check that your partner is actually in
bed with you.
2. Set timer for 3 minutes, in case you doze off in the middle.
3. Set the mood with lighting. Turn them ALL OFF!
4. Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial before you begin.
5. Write partner’s name on your hand in case you can’t remember.
6. Keep extra polygrip close by so your teeth don’t end up under the
bed.
7. Have Tylenol ready in case you actually complete the act.
8. Make all the noise you want. The neighbors are deaf too.
9. If it works, call everyone you know with the good news.
10. Don’t even think about trying it twice
Thanks for sharing Pam and Sally
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
To Share!
Wednesday was another Rummy game actually two. Miracle of miracles it was a tie. First game it was Cindy 555 and Momma 465. But the second game it was Cindy 440 and Momma 525.
Yep it was a tie night and we both were happy.
It was also a night to give my very best friend one of my bookmarks.
This was her choice. I loved that one too but the idea was to share and please so it was hers.
She also looks happy with her gift. My second happy person--how good it feels to share!
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
A Gift!
On October 30, 1999 the second day after we had moved into our dome the neighbor next door came over, introduced herself, and brought a home made apple pie. Since then Phyllis has been about the only neighbor I have any contact with. She has helped me weed my flower beds, shared home canned things with me, and has always been around If I needed someone to call in an emergency. When she volunteered to coordinate the food for the Master Gardeners Tea we helped out by making sandwiches. When Jay was ill and my yard work got behind she brought kids from her church to spend a day cleaning up. We don’t see each other everyday because she works.
But when a dear friend sent me those lovely bookmarks I knew the first person I wanted to give one to. She picked this one because her Bible is maroon.
As you can see she is pleased with it.
I thank you Diane for creating something that has so far brought two people joy.