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Monday, May 22, 2017

I Love MASH

Why is it, when portraying a group of inebriated men, they 
are often singing in harmony,  "There's a Long, Long trail
Winding, Into the Land of My Dreams?"
(WOW....that is a discombobulated sentence but did you get the gist?)
I mean in old movies, re-runs, etc.

To the precious, illustrious delight of my soul, MASH re-runs are being shown
on TV in the late afternoon. I truly, truly, truly love MASH, my most favorite TV
series ever and forever and even after that.

Yesterday, Hawkeye, BJ and Colonel Potter were drinking their home-made hootch
and of course, singing in sweet harmony the "Long, Long Trail...." song.

In my circle of acquaintences and friends, I am the only person who has this
passion for MASH. This fact made me ponder the "why am I always on the other
side of the fence" question. Truthfully, I didn't come up with a bona fide answer
but I did come up with an answer as to why Col. Potter was my favorite
commander of the 4077.  Col. Potter's character is honesty to a fault, like a
Sagittarius.  He was a fun rounder with the boys but treated his wife and
women in general, with extreme high esteem.

Of course, I just described my husband. In all the years we were married I
honestly never once heard him use any words of profanity, not even a little
hell, or damn. But.....here comes the BUT......one day he had his buddies over
and they were in the living room as I came back from shopping and entered
by way the back door.
As I was putting away groceries I could hear their voices and laughter
swelling with each joke they told.  Oh my goodness, I could hear my husband's
voice tossing around the f-word, telling bawdy stories, being one of the boys.
It's called "locker room talk" and I sneaked out of the house and never told
him I had been there.

Reminds me a little of the "shock" of some women over a Trump smut word.
"Why my husband would never say that," they deny with a smirk.  Oh yeah,
babe, think again. Those are my ideal men because they are real men.

OK, so I wandered off the subject again. Big deal. I'll have my Turkish coffee,
get all buzzed up,  take the old pick-up to get 20 bags of fertilizer so I'll be free
 to watch a couple episodes of MASH later on today.
Life is good.


Monday, May 8, 2017

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

I did like the movie "Forest Gump" and I recently
thought of the phrase he used, "Life is like a box
of chocolates. You never know what you'll get."

I often think of that when I see a new born little baby. The parents are so
shiny-eyed with the grand expectations for this little bundle of humanity.
But it doesn't always turn out that their dreams are realized. It seems to me
I heard that one out of 50 babies is expected to be autistic. That is un-
believably high. Don't hit me over the head if I'm wrong on that number.

This short post isn't going to be a "downer." I don't care for downers.
What's the opposite, "Uppers?" I like uppers. Even though Forest was in
the "so-called slow category," his mother wouldn't allow him to be
treated in any manner that was different from any other kid. Then Forest
went on to have all these wonderful experiences in life.

When you think about that box of chocolates, everyone gets excited over
the anticipation of choosing something that will taste especially sweet
but what it really is, will not be known until we take that first bite.  It's
iteresting to watch a person's hand wander over the top of all those
yummy looking pieces of chocolate nestled in their little wrapper bed,
just hoping the fingers will pick up the one they like.

What if we don't like the chocolate we pick. Well, that's tough.
Here's hoping we got just the piece we wanted.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Everyone is Entitled to an Opinion

Lily is happier than a pig in mud, in her new bed
If I didn't have my shilajit and my Turkish coffee, I
might get a little miffed at being called a moron. 
I just tried to make a friendly visit to a blog that began with the sentence
that all Trump supporters are morons.
I AM A TRUMP SUPPORTER. I am NOT a moron and I
believe everyone is entiled to an opinion without name-calling for those
whose opinions do not match theirs.

Counting Trump, I have lived through 15 (yes FIFTEEN) Commander
and Chiefs of the United States. Some I've really liked and others, not so
much. BUT the sun alwas came up the next day and we had rain for our
crops, babies were born and old people died. Life went on. Throw in some
wars and it made the people come closer together.

President Trump, of course, has some faults but I truly believe that with
time, he will go down in history books as one of our greatest presidents.
Party lines make little difference to me.  Up to this point, Kennedy has
been my favorite president. He had the guts to fire Alan Dulles and I'm
sure most of you know the Dulles brothers, Alan and Foster, were first
responsible for the big interventions we have for "going in and destroying
foreign countries" thus making wandering immigrants, escaping from
 war-torn countries.

All I ask, is before you criticize, look back on history. It usually didn't
begin yesterday.

Hey, try a page from my book. Have a small cup
of Turkish coffee and as Voltaire said, "Now 
let's all go out and cultivate our gardens."

Monday, April 17, 2017

You Go Girl

If you've followed this blog for a while or my old blog
"Wanna Buy a Duck" I'm sure you've heard me mention
my life long friend Marilyn. 

Marilyn is in training. Training for what, you might ask. 
Training for a triathlon to be held August 6. 
Not so unusual but Marilyn is 78 and triathlons are a passionate hobby for her.
You could say she is always in training because her exercise week is divided up by
swimming, running and biking.

I would never even get started at the gate, but I'm the one waiting at the finish
line,  flouncing the pom poms. I am bursting with energy when I watch her
commitment to her workout schedule.

She will be coming for a visit next month, driving her van with her bike
in it's rack. There is an olympic size pool at the Y and plenty of running
space here. She can do her thing while I hoe my spuds.

I planted potatoes yesterday and my Fed Ex guy said I'm late.  They should
have been in the ground by St. Paddy's Day. But then I read in the Farmer's
Almanac that we should never plant potatoes in the sign of Pisces and March
 17 is still Pisces. Oh dear, what to do!  I just got some old sprouted
organic red potatoes from my daughter. Nice sprouts but
Lily started chewing on them and  poof went some of the long sprouts.

Have a happy week and you A to Z'ers are on the home stretch.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

My answer was, "No Way."

I was in Bozeman for my weekly appointment when
a friend came up to me and asked if I heard that Assad
had released a killing gas on his people and there 
were videos all over the internet of Syrian people and
many small children dying from breathing this chemical. 
     "No way," was my response. I do not believe Assad would delibertly release a
deadly gas on his people nor did I believe he was guilty of the same thing four
years ago.  I don't think any country is supposed to be stockpiling that kind of
gas so I guess just having it could be a crime.

It really makes no sense at all but smacks more of False FLAG,  False FLAG.
Everything seems to be just kind of OK now...... no major crises and one fine
morning, Assad just decided to gas some of his people and especially the
children. Nothing tugs at the heart-strings, like watching little kids die and puts
Americans in a war-revenge mood. Some sources even suggested the  videos
were staged.

The next morning I woke up to the news that Trump had ordered an air strike
 on a Syrian air strip as a warning to Assad.  A warning for what? No proof
of anything.  Why so fast?  Is Trump another Allen Dullas and pulled the
wool over everyone's eyes. I would hate to harbor that thought for even a
moment.  It seemed to be common knowledge that the UN wanted Assad out
and Niki Haley was over there condemning Assad.

I saw too much of Allen Dulles' moving into countries where we had no
business to be, ousting Mossadegh from Iran in 1953, followed by deposing
Jacobo Arbenz from Guatemala and always setting up his own puppet
government. False Flags usually anger the people enough to accept our
government going in for the natural resources as the prize. Ha

Trump was so adamant about staying out of Syria on his campaign
promises. I know many Trump supporters who are now fearful that he is
pulling an FDR move.  FDR's campaign promise was that the Mother's
would never see their son's fight on foreign soil. Right. After being
elected, how long did that promise last.

Many of us are praying that this is a one time occurance and that
President Trump will hold fast to his promises. He has always talked
about our countries debt and that little air strike was another 90
million shot up like fireworks. Perhaps I'm not seeing the big
picture, but my gut tells me I am.

I hope history isn't repeating itself......as the saying goes.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Attempt at a Blueberry Pie

I am using new baking flour, an ancient non-hybrid wheat
flour known as Einkorn.  This miracle flour is touted to 
possess all the characteristics of the wheat grown when 
I was young, meaning, causing NO WHEAT ALLERGIES.

It makes very sticky dough and working with it takes some practice. I was so
frustrated making this pie that I almost threw the whole thing out but the crust
is most delicious. What I did throw out, was all my old wheat flour and I'm
definitely going to "stick" with this one (pun intended). lol

My previous Einkorn baking experiment was Kefir Sourdough Bread. It took 5 days of
preparation and then I forgot the salt but delicious in-spite-of.

I hated to cook, didn't even like to be in the kitchen but I did appreciate good health.
I came to the realization long ago that if I wanted good health, I'd have to cook.
Now, when I prepare nutritious, healthy food, I actually enjoy being in the
kitchen and I am absolutely in "good health heaven" to have discovered Einkorn
flour. If your cooking/baking is centered around good health, check out this one.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Little Kid Makes a Snowman

The report is that this is the most snow and lowest 
temps we've had in over forty years.  Swell.  But I
don't really care as long as the pipes don't freeze
and when the sun shines, it fills every room of this
old farmhouse with cozy bright.

As much as I love this old house,  puppy and I still have to go out for our
daily exercise.  On our drive to the park, I noticed a small boy, alone in
his front yard, trying to make a snowman. The day was a little warmer
and the snow was perfect for rolling a big snowball. There was a slight hill
in that yard and I actually stopped for a second to watch the little boy push
the snowball UP the hill. He was very small, perhaps 4 or so.

The little nipper was really working hard trying to push that big snowball
and then I wondered why his mother didn't come out and suggest it would
be easier if he pushed the snowball DOWN the hill.  Maybe it was one of
those teaching experiences, like, "Figure it out yourself, kid, it's a hard-
knock world out there."

If it had been my kid, I may have hollered out the door that it would be
easier if he rolled the snowball down the hill. Is that pampering too much
or is it better to let kids figure out certain things on their own? Just
wondering what you think as it's too late for me anyway. My kids are
now grandparents themselves.  If there were mistakes to be made in raising
kids, I made mine many years ago.

What do you think?