Boy......am I in luck. Last night was a 2-dog night and
I now just happen to have two dogs. Ha ha
No one has any use for an old dog. (Ask me how I know) lol
This little part-border collie, part-sheltie was being put out on the street, food dish
and the whole-shebang with her exact age unknown. Could be 9, 10, 11 or somewhere
around there as they say she was originally found on the streets in Ky years ago.
Now here she is in Mt, the sweetest, most obedient little dog I've ever met.
Visits to the vet and the groomer confirmed she is a little princess in the
rough. She's a real little charmer and even the Vet remarked that she would
have taken her but if I ever need a dog-sitter, she'd gladly oblige. The only
existing medical problem is a dental problem. That will be taken care of in
Feb. as that is dental discount month at the hospital. I still got out the MSM
and glucosamine as a preventative for a dog that age.
Here's a thought.........if you want an obediently trained dog, buy one from
a homeless person. Have you ever watched a homeless guy walking along a
road streaming with traffic and his unleashed dog walking beside him. There's no
fear of the dog darting out in traffic. Why is that? They can even be puppies and
they follow right along.
I suspect the answer to all of this is that dogs tend to pick up on a human's
emotional patterns. Dogs usually don't like a lot of words as it's the gestures
and hand movements that they really respond to. With Lil, I try to save my
words for our play time, as I realize they are being said for me, not for her.
One more note...... new puppy (I call them all puppies) came with the name of
Millie and resident puppy was Lily. Try to make them distinguish who the
infernal human is calling, so I renamed Millie to Pi and shortened Lily to
Lil. Now they get it.... Pi and Lil.
Why don't I put in a picture of Pi? I snapped some pictures but I guess I forgot
how to add pictures to a post. I can hear all of you computer geniuses
laughing but I'll trade you a dog training lesson for a photo blog
lesson on an Apple. And I'm not homeless.......yet.
I hope you all are staying warm, except you southland people with the
80-degree temps. The rest of you, just get another dog. LOL
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Opinion Time
Where does time go? No, don't tell me. That
question is rhetorical and I really don't want
to know.
Every time I write a new post, I make a little promise to myself that I
will write weekly but then months go by and I'm out and about on some-
thing else. No more promises. No new tricks for old dogs.
When the furnace stops working, why is it always during a holiday or
a double-priced weekend? But it does and it did because this old farm
house is charming but also a piece of crap. I was out giving the dog a
good run when I got a text from my neighbor, asking if the plumbing,
heating truck by my house was legit. I reassured her it was legit and I
had left the door unlocked for him to enter and begin work.
That was just a little example of how my neighbors go out of their
way to look after one another. Since I am the (here comes that word)
Senior person, they all seem to share in a responsibility of either seeing
lights in my house or me out and about. Don't think I don't appreciate
their concern but sometimes I also feel like a burden.
City of Bozeman has a program, whereby seniors or sick people
could sign up to be called once a day to make sure they were alive
and kick'n. Nothing like that here and for several years I kept mentioning
the need for that kind of program.
Finally I took it upon myself to get the ball rolling. Here's the painful
truth..... what if an elderly person who lives in a neighborhood that is
not as diligent as mine, expires and what about the pets that are in
the house?????? I began by talking to groups who are connected to
pet owners....... veterinarians, senior centers, animal shelters....you know.
So far everyone agrees it's a necessary volunteer program and now
that the word is out there, many people want to help.
It's truly amazing and a bit like those Hallmark stories where the whole
town is coming together for a common good. A really close friend,
who is retired and owner of 2 dogs, has come to the fore with her
organizational skills. This could be set in motion before Christmas.
Right now we need to decide on a name. Some suggestions so far:
Pet Love ......(naww)
Love Thy Pet.....(we all do)
Save a pet.....(sounds like adoption)
Paws itivly.....(too saccharin and cutsey)
Pet Check
Friend Check .....(this would be my choice, so far....simple and to the
point)
OK bloggy friends, join in. Let me hear your ideas on how to get this
ball rolling and offer some name choices.
Maybe I've opened a can of worms. (No comments, Pat (I'm not sure.
Let me hear from you guys.
~~~~~~~~
Oh, I almost forgot. Last post I had a little movie quiz. Here are the
answers.
Mrs. Wilberforce..... Lady Killers
Two Youts.......My Cousin Vinny
Elwood P. Dowd.....Harvey
Elderberry Tea....Arsenic and Old Lace
Wimpole St......The Barrets of Wimpole St
~~~~~~
Last week I saw Arsenic and Old Lace (again), an early Cary Grant
movie..... Slightly dated, I suppose, but still a hoot.
question is rhetorical and I really don't want
to know.
Every time I write a new post, I make a little promise to myself that I
will write weekly but then months go by and I'm out and about on some-
thing else. No more promises. No new tricks for old dogs.
When the furnace stops working, why is it always during a holiday or
a double-priced weekend? But it does and it did because this old farm
house is charming but also a piece of crap. I was out giving the dog a
good run when I got a text from my neighbor, asking if the plumbing,
heating truck by my house was legit. I reassured her it was legit and I
had left the door unlocked for him to enter and begin work.
That was just a little example of how my neighbors go out of their
way to look after one another. Since I am the (here comes that word)
Senior person, they all seem to share in a responsibility of either seeing
lights in my house or me out and about. Don't think I don't appreciate
their concern but sometimes I also feel like a burden.
City of Bozeman has a program, whereby seniors or sick people
could sign up to be called once a day to make sure they were alive
and kick'n. Nothing like that here and for several years I kept mentioning
the need for that kind of program.
Finally I took it upon myself to get the ball rolling. Here's the painful
truth..... what if an elderly person who lives in a neighborhood that is
not as diligent as mine, expires and what about the pets that are in
the house?????? I began by talking to groups who are connected to
pet owners....... veterinarians, senior centers, animal shelters....you know.
So far everyone agrees it's a necessary volunteer program and now
that the word is out there, many people want to help.
It's truly amazing and a bit like those Hallmark stories where the whole
town is coming together for a common good. A really close friend,
who is retired and owner of 2 dogs, has come to the fore with her
organizational skills. This could be set in motion before Christmas.
Right now we need to decide on a name. Some suggestions so far:
Pet Love ......(naww)
Love Thy Pet.....(we all do)
Save a pet.....(sounds like adoption)
Paws itivly.....(too saccharin and cutsey)
Pet Check
Friend Check .....(this would be my choice, so far....simple and to the
point)
OK bloggy friends, join in. Let me hear your ideas on how to get this
ball rolling and offer some name choices.
Maybe I've opened a can of worms. (No comments, Pat (I'm not sure.
Let me hear from you guys.
~~~~~~~~
Oh, I almost forgot. Last post I had a little movie quiz. Here are the
answers.
Mrs. Wilberforce..... Lady Killers
Two Youts.......My Cousin Vinny
Elwood P. Dowd.....Harvey
Elderberry Tea....Arsenic and Old Lace
Wimpole St......The Barrets of Wimpole St
~~~~~~
Last week I saw Arsenic and Old Lace (again), an early Cary Grant
movie..... Slightly dated, I suppose, but still a hoot.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Games are Fun
I'm not much of a TV watcher but I do love the
Movie Channel that shows the old movies. My
friend, Joan, watches a daily show called
Jeopardy. (Which I had never watched)
To understand her fascination with this show, I did watch it once and
then I sent her an answer to a category and she told me the right
question. I think it's rather a stupid game but I could learn some
things from the show and Lord knows I could use more of that.
Since my fascination is with old movies, I then sent her 4 answers in
the old movie category. She didn't know any of them. Did I do it wrong?
Category.....old movies
1. Mrs. Wilberforce
2. elderberry wine
3. two youts
4. Wimpole Street
Anyone know the answers?
I grew up in a very small town with one movie theater. During the
depression, the admission price was 5 cents and later, during the war
went up to a dime. It was even difficult to scrape up a nickle but I would
work the skin off my fingers, weeding other people's gardens so I could
go to the movies.
When the war came, my mother always went to the movies with me. There
was no TV then but the movie always had a short, "The Eyes and Ears
of the World," that gave the news. It was so necessary that we try to
keep up with the war news as my father was in the Navy for the full four
years of the war with ships being blown away right under him. When
the news started, a big picture of the flag was shown and everyone in
the theater stood and sang along with the anthem. Tears stained the
cheeks of most people and words cannot tell you how precious that
flag was to everyone. I don't think there was a person in our town who's
life was not touched by that war.
Then we would watch on screen, the soldiers struggle in the mud with
bombs going off in all direcions, of ships exploding and we always looked
with a fervent hope that we never see my father's face in that kind of
situation.
I can't even talk about NFL ball players who disrespect our flag.
WHAT HAVE THEY EVERY DONE, THAT IS GOOD, IN THEIR
LIFETIME? The shame that I feel for them is unspeakable.
WOW that was a trip down a path I wasn't intending to take....it just
got away from me.
Back to a cheery note.....let's hear it for the movies (not for the
Hollywood of today) but for those beautiful old movies and
theaters that are nearly a thing of the past.
Movie Channel that shows the old movies. My
friend, Joan, watches a daily show called
Jeopardy. (Which I had never watched)
To understand her fascination with this show, I did watch it once and
then I sent her an answer to a category and she told me the right
question. I think it's rather a stupid game but I could learn some
things from the show and Lord knows I could use more of that.
Since my fascination is with old movies, I then sent her 4 answers in
the old movie category. She didn't know any of them. Did I do it wrong?
Category.....old movies
1. Mrs. Wilberforce
2. elderberry wine
3. two youts
4. Wimpole Street
Anyone know the answers?
I grew up in a very small town with one movie theater. During the
depression, the admission price was 5 cents and later, during the war
went up to a dime. It was even difficult to scrape up a nickle but I would
work the skin off my fingers, weeding other people's gardens so I could
go to the movies.
When the war came, my mother always went to the movies with me. There
was no TV then but the movie always had a short, "The Eyes and Ears
of the World," that gave the news. It was so necessary that we try to
keep up with the war news as my father was in the Navy for the full four
years of the war with ships being blown away right under him. When
the news started, a big picture of the flag was shown and everyone in
the theater stood and sang along with the anthem. Tears stained the
cheeks of most people and words cannot tell you how precious that
flag was to everyone. I don't think there was a person in our town who's
life was not touched by that war.
Then we would watch on screen, the soldiers struggle in the mud with
bombs going off in all direcions, of ships exploding and we always looked
with a fervent hope that we never see my father's face in that kind of
situation.
I can't even talk about NFL ball players who disrespect our flag.
WHAT HAVE THEY EVERY DONE, THAT IS GOOD, IN THEIR
LIFETIME? The shame that I feel for them is unspeakable.
WOW that was a trip down a path I wasn't intending to take....it just
got away from me.
Back to a cheery note.....let's hear it for the movies (not for the
Hollywood of today) but for those beautiful old movies and
theaters that are nearly a thing of the past.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Some Thought Patterns
Hello from my other planet. But seriously,
wouldn't it be grand to have another planet,
like a "vacation planet" to escape the stupidity
that often goes on here?
I have to be careful of what I eat. "Why?" you may ask. Because I used
to be a rattle-brained youth and eat with wild abandon. My selection of
food was poor and now I'm paying for it in playing the game, "save the
teeth." It's kinda like the game shows on TV, just spin a wheel and
hope for the best.
I'm at my juicer much of the time. Actually, you oldies, it's the only way
to go. Juice it and drink it and all those pretty little enzymes start their
jobs. Take parsley for example, because it is extremely powerful, juice
it with mostly carrot.
Here's a story. I was merrily going along for nearly a week on my
carrot/parsley juice recipe. Last Friday I noticed a back-ache, mostly
hanging around on my lower right back. "Ummm, too much heavy
lifting in the yard-work," I thought. I put the hens in and fed the dog
early (thanks to my intuition) because that pain was rising like Andrew,
to full hurricane level. I started to make preparation for a castor oil
pack but could do nothing but stumble into bed and muffle my screams
in a pillow. I never even knew I had a kidney problem but my instincts
told me, this is a kidney stone. Dang, but they do hurt. I did manage
to sleep a little.
Next morning, pain had vanished like buggy whips......completely gone,
and a new vigor flashed through this "once gorgeous" body. (that's a joke,
now laugh). I felt/still feel like I was what? perhaps 25. If I had been
an allopathic aficionado, I probably would have been in the hospital
all drugged up, but I'm not and I won't and I read a lot.
By the way, I don't just drink juice but it is in additon to my meals, just
in case you go crazy and start frantically juicing.
I wasn't even going to talk about my kidney stone, but what the heck,
it evolved and maybe help someone in the same predicament. I'll save
my other "big story" for later. Can you hardly wait?
wouldn't it be grand to have another planet,
like a "vacation planet" to escape the stupidity
that often goes on here?
I have to be careful of what I eat. "Why?" you may ask. Because I used
to be a rattle-brained youth and eat with wild abandon. My selection of
food was poor and now I'm paying for it in playing the game, "save the
teeth." It's kinda like the game shows on TV, just spin a wheel and
hope for the best.
I'm at my juicer much of the time. Actually, you oldies, it's the only way
to go. Juice it and drink it and all those pretty little enzymes start their
jobs. Take parsley for example, because it is extremely powerful, juice
it with mostly carrot.
Here's a story. I was merrily going along for nearly a week on my
carrot/parsley juice recipe. Last Friday I noticed a back-ache, mostly
hanging around on my lower right back. "Ummm, too much heavy
lifting in the yard-work," I thought. I put the hens in and fed the dog
early (thanks to my intuition) because that pain was rising like Andrew,
to full hurricane level. I started to make preparation for a castor oil
pack but could do nothing but stumble into bed and muffle my screams
in a pillow. I never even knew I had a kidney problem but my instincts
told me, this is a kidney stone. Dang, but they do hurt. I did manage
to sleep a little.
Next morning, pain had vanished like buggy whips......completely gone,
and a new vigor flashed through this "once gorgeous" body. (that's a joke,
now laugh). I felt/still feel like I was what? perhaps 25. If I had been
an allopathic aficionado, I probably would have been in the hospital
all drugged up, but I'm not and I won't and I read a lot.
By the way, I don't just drink juice but it is in additon to my meals, just
in case you go crazy and start frantically juicing.
I wasn't even going to talk about my kidney stone, but what the heck,
it evolved and maybe help someone in the same predicament. I'll save
my other "big story" for later. Can you hardly wait?
Monday, September 4, 2017
Greetings Dear People
I was going to write about something of
value in place of my usual drivel but not
quite yet. The hens are wanting out of
the coop. What day is this? I guess it's a
holiday for "some people."
Son #1 who lives in Florida, came this direction for the eclipse
and spent some time with me. Actually we worked most of the
time. Three loads of hay bales, hammering and replacing junky
curtain rods, window boxes and he built a beautifl potting
table in the back of my green house.
I got the juicer out and raised our energy level each morning
by fortifying our bodies with a burst of golden carrot glow.
Why do I get out of the habit of juicing? I can't say but I do know
I'm going to continue juicing.
I am constantly moving and discarding furniture..... yes still, as
I thought I was down to the nibs. And yet.... another fine mess
you got us in (shades of Laurel and Hardy ......only old timers
will know who they are...LOL) I need another fridge so I'm turning
the whole first floor into a kitchen. Why not? I do not entertain
any more, no one, ever. Just my kids and very close girlfriends
ever drop in. I love that idea of a huge kitchen. My idea of
decorating has always been leaving my basic tools for life sitting
out for all to see. My knitting baskets are sitting out, displaying
vivid colors of yarn, a butter churn, my tools for health, as in
juicer, blender, eng machine and plenty of supplement shelves.
I don't fit in, as others do. Perhaps I did at one time when I would
choose a certain vase to compliment a room but that was short-
lived. Often I feel like a space traveler just here for a visit. But
aren't we all?
A lovely time of the year. The leaves of the garden have started
turning crisp and 7 pumpkins of vivid orange emerged from
beneath those gigantic leaves. I love the shape of the Roma
tomatoes as they are also taking on a glow.
I love my life, I love my roma, I love my dog, I love my
pick-up, I love my kitchen......you know what I'm talking
about.
Be kind to one another. Words can sting and leave a ring.
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Chop Wood Carry Water
"What did you do before enlightenment?"
Chop wood, carry water
"What did you do after enlightenment?"
Chop wood, carry water
I've always loved my life. I take it as it comes but in reality,
name the other choices. Take last month for example when I
was awakened and tossed from my bed as the walls were weaving.
"Oh crumb, we're having an earthquake," I thought.
I'm not a nitwit pollyanna who sees the rosey glow in all of
life's little misfortunes.There's plenty of crappola in this world
to moan about, as in, "Have you had your daily moan today?"
I am sometimes questioned of why I should be happy when
I spent the first 15 years of my life living like a character from
"The Grapes of Wrath." Don't let anyone tell you the Great
Depression lasted only a few years. It ended with WW2. Ask
any one who lived it.
I believe my youth led me to appreciate food, the kind of food
grown in rich humus-filled soil that allows a human body to run
like a well-oiled machine.
That's how I spend my summers..... I GROW A LOT OF MY
OWN FOOD. Dirty fingernails, sunburn, achy muscles......
I love it all. Yesterday I had my first vine-ripened tomato and
creamy-white mashed home-grown spuds.
Apricots from the 3rd apricot tree
are drying in the Excalibur like the beautiful little droplets of
Laetrile. My pole bean's tendriles are reaching out for
more poles to grab. Two pumpkins have already reached a
vibrant orange color and a few water melons are ready for a
picnic. The cherries ripened early but I was so busy I gave them
to a friend for jam. Apples on the tree. Last year I made apple
cider. A few plums high on the tree but not too many this
year. I was a little late with the swiss chard but it's
on it's way.
Growing and sharing my food is one of the things that makes
me very happy and healthy. Life is so simple but also a
mysterious miracle.
But, you may ask, "what do you do when the cold winter comes?"
Easy.....CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Note to my blogging friends........I appologize for my absence
this summer as I fall into bed, too pooped to lift a finger on the
computer. Just a little more to harvest and I'll return. CHEERS
Monday, June 19, 2017
I Love my......
I just shot holes in my resolution to post each Monday.
My friend, Marilyn, was visiting and I think we've
kept one complete chatter going for 60 years.
If you recall, Marilyn is training for a triathlon so we quickly develope a
schedule around her training. I am so supportive of her athletic training that it
is my pleasure to change my routine while she is here.
We have never had a cross word for the other and we can break into a song
and dance on a second's notice. (no kidding). We talk on and on about so
many subjects but everything is upbeat. This visit we revived the old popular
video of the little girl (who is now a grown woman) jumping up on a chair
and telling of the things she loved, which is everything. "I love my hair, I
love my house, I love my Mom"..... etc. If we mentioned a new subject, we
went into a new tirade about what we loved. How could anyone ever feel
sad when telling of everything we love.
After our early morning coffee and chat and laughter, Marilyn would take
off for the Y in the old pickup (she loves to drive it as much as I do) and I
would tend to my chicken chores and work in the gardens. Then, in the
early twilight hours, 2 old broads still had a flicker of energy to climb the
mountain with Lily.
The days set a record for flying by and soon we were packing Marilyn's van
for her drive to visit her daughter in Sun Valley. I sent her daughter (my
godchild) bounty from my greenhouse, fresh eggs and some of the
condiments we made. The dynamite mustard we made using some berry
wine I just bottled, that will knock your socks off, (and your boots)......
is a definite winner. Making mustard is a true art. We should have a "mustard
cook off or bake off or whatever it can be called. Ha
I watched the tail lights of Marilyn's van disappear down the road and my
life is back to my alone routine, but I still have Lily to share it. "I love my
dog, I love my hollyhocks, I love my mustard, I love my hoe, I love my
peppers.....I love my.......SEE.... isn't life more grand when you love
everything.
My friend, Marilyn, was visiting and I think we've
kept one complete chatter going for 60 years.
If you recall, Marilyn is training for a triathlon so we quickly develope a
schedule around her training. I am so supportive of her athletic training that it
is my pleasure to change my routine while she is here.
We have never had a cross word for the other and we can break into a song
and dance on a second's notice. (no kidding). We talk on and on about so
many subjects but everything is upbeat. This visit we revived the old popular
video of the little girl (who is now a grown woman) jumping up on a chair
and telling of the things she loved, which is everything. "I love my hair, I
love my house, I love my Mom"..... etc. If we mentioned a new subject, we
went into a new tirade about what we loved. How could anyone ever feel
sad when telling of everything we love.
After our early morning coffee and chat and laughter, Marilyn would take
off for the Y in the old pickup (she loves to drive it as much as I do) and I
would tend to my chicken chores and work in the gardens. Then, in the
early twilight hours, 2 old broads still had a flicker of energy to climb the
mountain with Lily.
The days set a record for flying by and soon we were packing Marilyn's van
for her drive to visit her daughter in Sun Valley. I sent her daughter (my
godchild) bounty from my greenhouse, fresh eggs and some of the
condiments we made. The dynamite mustard we made using some berry
wine I just bottled, that will knock your socks off, (and your boots)......
is a definite winner. Making mustard is a true art. We should have a "mustard
cook off or bake off or whatever it can be called. Ha
I watched the tail lights of Marilyn's van disappear down the road and my
life is back to my alone routine, but I still have Lily to share it. "I love my
dog, I love my hollyhocks, I love my mustard, I love my hoe, I love my
peppers.....I love my.......SEE.... isn't life more grand when you love
everything.
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.
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.
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
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| Lily is happier than a pig in mud, in her new bed |
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.
"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.
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.
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?
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?
Monday, March 6, 2017
As Long As I'm On The Dog Subject.....
Lily will be 1 year in a month. I saw little drops of blood
on the floor. Oops....Lily is in heat. I had pads all ready
for the occasion but now I don't know where I put them.
I think everyone knows I'm 87 and I can't recall a time when we didn't have a dog or
dogs. When I was young, dogs always lived to see their 20's and never were ill with
any of the diseases dogs can suffer from now.
As I was examining Lily to make sure it was her season, my mind wandered back
to our dogs that seemed so much healthier. What could it be that made the difference?
For one thing, dogs were not spayed, neutered or vaccinated. I can't even remember
a small animal vet in our town. Nor do I recall ever seeing commercial dog food.
Dogs just ate the same food we ate.
I will also interject here, that I never heard of people having cancer or all those
diseases of the organs until perhaps in the 60's or 70's. But this is a dog story, not
a people story.
I looked up a lot of vids by Vets on YT and there seemed to be a sharp division of
opinions about the above dog subjects. I'm in agreement with the vets who say,
"Do not spay or neuter. Or each year you hold off adds another year to your dog's
life. All the medical info is on YT but it appears that if the sex hormones are
removed, the adrenals will still produce a small amount of sex hormones but
those little buttons soon become over-taxed and many kinds of diseases can
take over the pet's body.
One informative video by a Dr. Becker, states that in Canada the vets can do
a tubal ligation, that is far better for the dog but unfortunately US Vets are
not even taught this as an option.
Then there's the dog food. I've never understood how a dog could live on
those hard little nuggets that lack enzymes, so I've always made my own
dog food. I've never given them processed food because I don't own a
can opener. LOL I wouldn't eat those things so why would I give it to my dog.
There are a few things I have to conform to because of laws but I pretty
much raise my dogs as we did back in the 30's.
I realize many people have to give their pets the commercial pet food but
it would add to their nutrition to mix in a raw egg each day, some meat
scraps, some kelp and a shot of wild salmon oil. I know..... I read that vets'
say, "Don't give your dog table scraps, but trust this old broad, the dog would
love it and love you too.
Now I gotta look for those pads. Where did I put
them? That's what 87 will do for you. Haha
on the floor. Oops....Lily is in heat. I had pads all ready
for the occasion but now I don't know where I put them.
I think everyone knows I'm 87 and I can't recall a time when we didn't have a dog or
dogs. When I was young, dogs always lived to see their 20's and never were ill with
any of the diseases dogs can suffer from now.
As I was examining Lily to make sure it was her season, my mind wandered back
to our dogs that seemed so much healthier. What could it be that made the difference?
For one thing, dogs were not spayed, neutered or vaccinated. I can't even remember
a small animal vet in our town. Nor do I recall ever seeing commercial dog food.
Dogs just ate the same food we ate.
I will also interject here, that I never heard of people having cancer or all those
diseases of the organs until perhaps in the 60's or 70's. But this is a dog story, not
a people story.
I looked up a lot of vids by Vets on YT and there seemed to be a sharp division of
opinions about the above dog subjects. I'm in agreement with the vets who say,
"Do not spay or neuter. Or each year you hold off adds another year to your dog's
life. All the medical info is on YT but it appears that if the sex hormones are
removed, the adrenals will still produce a small amount of sex hormones but
those little buttons soon become over-taxed and many kinds of diseases can
take over the pet's body.
One informative video by a Dr. Becker, states that in Canada the vets can do
a tubal ligation, that is far better for the dog but unfortunately US Vets are
not even taught this as an option.
Then there's the dog food. I've never understood how a dog could live on
those hard little nuggets that lack enzymes, so I've always made my own
dog food. I've never given them processed food because I don't own a
can opener. LOL I wouldn't eat those things so why would I give it to my dog.
There are a few things I have to conform to because of laws but I pretty
much raise my dogs as we did back in the 30's.
I realize many people have to give their pets the commercial pet food but
it would add to their nutrition to mix in a raw egg each day, some meat
scraps, some kelp and a shot of wild salmon oil. I know..... I read that vets'
say, "Don't give your dog table scraps, but trust this old broad, the dog would
love it and love you too.
Now I gotta look for those pads. Where did I put
them? That's what 87 will do for you. Haha
Monday, February 27, 2017
One bad thing, one good thing
This is Lily, 10 mo. old Australian Shepherd
who side-swipped me from behind and sent
me flying. I landed hard (very hard) on a
pocket radio and broke my hand. This happened
last fall so I spent the winter with my right arm in a cast. She is a
Sweetie and smart, smart, smart, like all Aussie dogs. I worked
with her in the house this winter and it's absolutely stunning to
see the results of our training hours.
But here's the bad thing. I love my home-made
sourdough bread and how could I knead bread dough with
my hand in a cast?
Here's the good thing.
Bosch bread dough mixer to
the rescue. I am totally in love
with this appliance. It mixes my dough
in 5 minutes. Why didn't I have this
years ago? Perfect loaves. I have
always considered bread making an
art. I guess it took Lily to show me
an easier way.
My arm is now out of the cast and
recovering fast...... just in time
for summer gardening.
Ain't life grand.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
A Fitting Punishment
I just read this in the New York Times.
A sentence was handed down to 5 teenagers in VA who spent
a lot of energy writing racist graffiti on a historic black school-
house.
They are ordered to read one book each month for the next
12 months and write a book report on it. Not just any book
but the Judge gave them a list of 35 works from history's
most divisive and tragic periods, from which they can choose.
Their sentence also includes a mandatory visit to the Holocaust
Museum in Washington and the Smithsonian's Museum of
American History exhibit on Japanese-American internment
camps in the US.
I hope more judges follow suit in that kind of punishment of
Judge Avelina Jacob. Do you think people would
continue to riot if they actually knew and understood history?
A sentence was handed down to 5 teenagers in VA who spent
a lot of energy writing racist graffiti on a historic black school-
house.
They are ordered to read one book each month for the next
12 months and write a book report on it. Not just any book
but the Judge gave them a list of 35 works from history's
most divisive and tragic periods, from which they can choose.
Their sentence also includes a mandatory visit to the Holocaust
Museum in Washington and the Smithsonian's Museum of
American History exhibit on Japanese-American internment
camps in the US.
I hope more judges follow suit in that kind of punishment of
Judge Avelina Jacob. Do you think people would
continue to riot if they actually knew and understood history?
Monday, February 6, 2017
Hackneyed Phrases
I guess we all tend to use our pet words or
phrases over and over but tell me why so
many people suddenly jump on the band
wagon of certain phrases and use it until
it's paper thin.
Here are 3 overused phrases that make me groan.
"Bring to the table." Ony bring to the table if
your "plate is full." Oops there's one.
How about, "Kick the can down the road."
We used to play kick the can when we were kids. Is that what
they mean?
And another one, " At the end of the day."
Why does it always have to happen at day's end? Beats me.
Do you have any phrases that send you
screaming out of the room?
phrases over and over but tell me why so
many people suddenly jump on the band
wagon of certain phrases and use it until
it's paper thin.
Here are 3 overused phrases that make me groan.
"Bring to the table." Ony bring to the table if
your "plate is full." Oops there's one.
How about, "Kick the can down the road."
We used to play kick the can when we were kids. Is that what
they mean?
And another one, " At the end of the day."
Why does it always have to happen at day's end? Beats me.
Do you have any phrases that send you
screaming out of the room?
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
The House
I live in Helena, Montana. We pronounce it hell-eh-na not he-lee-na.
Gold, discovered here in 1865 made it an overnight boom town, while
a civil war was raging in the East. It's a very small town with the city
limits boasting 25,000 people.
The town is unique and I fell in love with it
over 40 years ago. The gardens and the old
houses beckoned to me. Many miners did strike
it rich and expensive mansions popped up
throughout the city with each house vying
to be different.
I can go out my back door, walk 2 steep blocks and I'm at the base
of a mountain that provides many walking paths. There is one house
located just before the sharp incline where the mountain begins. Some
how, this old house reaches out to me and every time I actually
stop and take in all the house's magnetism. Cody dog would always
look at me as if to ask, "why are we stopping?" Even if she could
talk, I'd never have an answer, I just had to stop for a while and
afterward, "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir" always entered my mind. lol
Joanie, a shirt tail relative, grew up in Helena and knew of every
family who lived on the West end. One day we were walking up
to the mountain and talking about history, a favorite subject to
both of us. I was saying that I had read most of Stephen Ambrose
books because he was my favorite historian.
Joanie said, "He used to live right up here." I got so excited and
wanted to see his family house. Well, of course, it was the house
where Cody and I always stopped. I was speechless but not
surprised as things like that often happen to me.
I don't know what one would call it, a
vibration, a ghost beckoning, an apparition
conundrum, or just enthralled with an old
house?
Anything like that ever happen to you?
Gold, discovered here in 1865 made it an overnight boom town, while
a civil war was raging in the East. It's a very small town with the city
limits boasting 25,000 people.
The town is unique and I fell in love with it
over 40 years ago. The gardens and the old
houses beckoned to me. Many miners did strike
it rich and expensive mansions popped up
throughout the city with each house vying
to be different.
I can go out my back door, walk 2 steep blocks and I'm at the base
of a mountain that provides many walking paths. There is one house
located just before the sharp incline where the mountain begins. Some
how, this old house reaches out to me and every time I actually
stop and take in all the house's magnetism. Cody dog would always
look at me as if to ask, "why are we stopping?" Even if she could
talk, I'd never have an answer, I just had to stop for a while and
afterward, "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir" always entered my mind. lol
Joanie, a shirt tail relative, grew up in Helena and knew of every
family who lived on the West end. One day we were walking up
to the mountain and talking about history, a favorite subject to
both of us. I was saying that I had read most of Stephen Ambrose
books because he was my favorite historian.
Joanie said, "He used to live right up here." I got so excited and
wanted to see his family house. Well, of course, it was the house
where Cody and I always stopped. I was speechless but not
surprised as things like that often happen to me.
I don't know what one would call it, a
vibration, a ghost beckoning, an apparition
conundrum, or just enthralled with an old
house?
Anything like that ever happen to you?
Monday, January 23, 2017
Rerun Time
Women are at it again. They want to be heard (I guess)
so they brought in the big guns or old guns, namely
Gloria Steinem, age 82, in..... back to the 60's.
Are things better and are women happy? I guess not because I hear the same ole
complaints. It's like a re-run for me and I didn't fall for it the first time.
I'm going to try to make this brief, but don't believe me, look it up
yourself.
In the 60's, Gloria Steinem worked for the CIA and her mission was
to promote feminism, break up the American families and get women
yearning after mundane jobs while all the time she was embroiled in a romance
with Henry Kissinger, then Sec. of State under Nixon. Of course that was
the part the media tried to keep under the rose.
Kissinger was strongly blamed for taking an active part in the bombing
and killing of the innocent Cambodians.
Here's the plan as I could see it and it takes quite a few years to put
it all together.
Tear apart the family structure, introduce
cocaine to the kids, emphasizing abortion and one-
parent families. All this makes for lonely kids who
can become easily duped and heading for trouble.
so they brought in the big guns or old guns, namely
Gloria Steinem, age 82, in..... back to the 60's.
Are things better and are women happy? I guess not because I hear the same ole
complaints. It's like a re-run for me and I didn't fall for it the first time.
I'm going to try to make this brief, but don't believe me, look it up
yourself.
In the 60's, Gloria Steinem worked for the CIA and her mission was
to promote feminism, break up the American families and get women
yearning after mundane jobs while all the time she was embroiled in a romance
with Henry Kissinger, then Sec. of State under Nixon. Of course that was
the part the media tried to keep under the rose.
Kissinger was strongly blamed for taking an active part in the bombing
and killing of the innocent Cambodians.
Here's the plan as I could see it and it takes quite a few years to put
it all together.
Tear apart the family structure, introduce
cocaine to the kids, emphasizing abortion and one-
parent families. All this makes for lonely kids who
can become easily duped and heading for trouble.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Wheeee.....Look at us go
Lately I'm hearing words floating around me, such as, "health care,
affordable health and other words with the word "health" attached.
As I see it, it's mostly said by people who are sick, in fact, dying
so why do they attach the word health to it?
So I say to myself, "Dummy-self, it's Western medicine. Get It?"
Yeah now I do. It's the high-priced poison they entered into the
Merck Manual when they removed all the natural remedies that
we already had in our cupboards or growing wild in our
backyards. Oh yeah, right. Finish big conversation with myself.
I'm not a real hard-nose about all Western medicine, in fact a
western medical doctor recently put a cast on my broken arm.
It's a wonderful thing for acute medical needs; for accidents and
sudden life-threatening rips and tears to a body.
My arm was giving me pain at night and I couldn't sleep. The
medical people were ready with Rx pad and pen in hand, ready to
write out something for me to take to the pharmacy. I asked if
they would OK a medical cannabis card for me. After much
hemming and hawing and "we'll get back to you, I never heard
from them BUT a small jar of the oil suddenly appeared beside
my bed and it worked like a miracle charm. Thank you Fairy
Godmother, and with the relief of pain, I could get a good night's
sleep.
So you are asking what I do when I'm sick. (maybe) I'm really
never sick..... hardly ever in my life. Yes, there's the usual wear
and tear on the organs because they've been busy quite a number
of years. I use mostl Eastern medicine and quite a lot of medical
mushrooms. (that is not the psychedelic ones). It just kinda keeps
me healthy.
A lot of the Chinese formulas include herbs that restore color to
hair. He Shou Wu is one such herb that is used in many formulas.
I used to put a brown henna on my hair but haven't in over a year. I
kept noticing in the mirror that my hair was looking darker and the new
growth of hair coming in around my forehead was black. Get this,
my hair, all over my head, is dark, dark.... almost black. I feel
enbarrassed now, as I know people are saying, "Look at that old
broad, dying her hair so witchy black." No kidding, it's for real.
I've probably been overdoing it (but for my liver and not hair) as I
was going for a teaspoon but just did a guess chug-a-lug.
I do sincerely hope all you users of western medicine can get your
health ins, at a reasonable price and I drink to your good health.
(I'm sipping an eastern tea) and I'm not making fun of western
medicine. I use it myself when there's an acute need.
affordable health and other words with the word "health" attached.
As I see it, it's mostly said by people who are sick, in fact, dying
so why do they attach the word health to it?
So I say to myself, "Dummy-self, it's Western medicine. Get It?"
Yeah now I do. It's the high-priced poison they entered into the
Merck Manual when they removed all the natural remedies that
we already had in our cupboards or growing wild in our
backyards. Oh yeah, right. Finish big conversation with myself.
I'm not a real hard-nose about all Western medicine, in fact a
western medical doctor recently put a cast on my broken arm.
It's a wonderful thing for acute medical needs; for accidents and
sudden life-threatening rips and tears to a body.
My arm was giving me pain at night and I couldn't sleep. The
medical people were ready with Rx pad and pen in hand, ready to
write out something for me to take to the pharmacy. I asked if
they would OK a medical cannabis card for me. After much
hemming and hawing and "we'll get back to you, I never heard
from them BUT a small jar of the oil suddenly appeared beside
my bed and it worked like a miracle charm. Thank you Fairy
Godmother, and with the relief of pain, I could get a good night's
sleep.
So you are asking what I do when I'm sick. (maybe) I'm really
never sick..... hardly ever in my life. Yes, there's the usual wear
and tear on the organs because they've been busy quite a number
of years. I use mostl Eastern medicine and quite a lot of medical
mushrooms. (that is not the psychedelic ones). It just kinda keeps
me healthy.
A lot of the Chinese formulas include herbs that restore color to
hair. He Shou Wu is one such herb that is used in many formulas.
I used to put a brown henna on my hair but haven't in over a year. I
kept noticing in the mirror that my hair was looking darker and the new
growth of hair coming in around my forehead was black. Get this,
my hair, all over my head, is dark, dark.... almost black. I feel
enbarrassed now, as I know people are saying, "Look at that old
broad, dying her hair so witchy black." No kidding, it's for real.
I've probably been overdoing it (but for my liver and not hair) as I
was going for a teaspoon but just did a guess chug-a-lug.
I do sincerely hope all you users of western medicine can get your
health ins, at a reasonable price and I drink to your good health.
(I'm sipping an eastern tea) and I'm not making fun of western
medicine. I use it myself when there's an acute need.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Birth of the CIA
Are intelligence agencies in the habit of
election interventions? We'll see.
After the two world wars, Americans were ready to have the
country return to normalcy, meaning back to their isolation
again. Truman saw no need for peacetime espionage and
information gathering so in 1945 he disbanded the OSS (Office of
Strategic Service).
New and faster modes of travel made the world a little smaller
and it was soon apparent that America DID need an intelligence
service so the CIA was born in 1948. At that time I was in
psychiatric nurses training and we were using the plant Scopolamine
( Devils Breath), at a time when the CIA was using it for mind
control in covert operations.
At the same time, a Communist coup was taking place in
Czechoslovakia and it was indicated that Italy would be
Communist by popular vote in their current election. America
struck panic mode that Britain, W. Germany and France could
follow suit.
The Russian Communists were generously filling the coffers of the
Italian Communists as the CIA was also contributing to the
Italian Western Christian Democrats. A big win for the Democrats
and a win for the CIA's first journey into covert operations.
Congress passed the Central Intelligence
Agency Act in 1949. (Same year I got married)
Truman had later lamented that he was afraid of the CIA going
rogue with so much power. Here we go. The CIA came out a
huge winner from the government with unlimited funds and
exempt from all federal laws that required any disclosure of
the agency. An example of their budget in 2013 was 14.7 billion.
And what are they doing with the money? Who knows.
The CIA mostly works over-seas while the FBI federally
assists in local law enforcement.
Shucks pardner, so there you have a few more tid-bits of recent history. Feel
free to jump in with more tid-bits.
election interventions? We'll see.
After the two world wars, Americans were ready to have the
country return to normalcy, meaning back to their isolation
again. Truman saw no need for peacetime espionage and
information gathering so in 1945 he disbanded the OSS (Office of
Strategic Service).
New and faster modes of travel made the world a little smaller
and it was soon apparent that America DID need an intelligence
service so the CIA was born in 1948. At that time I was in
psychiatric nurses training and we were using the plant Scopolamine
( Devils Breath), at a time when the CIA was using it for mind
control in covert operations.
At the same time, a Communist coup was taking place in
Czechoslovakia and it was indicated that Italy would be
Communist by popular vote in their current election. America
struck panic mode that Britain, W. Germany and France could
follow suit.
The Russian Communists were generously filling the coffers of the
Italian Communists as the CIA was also contributing to the
Italian Western Christian Democrats. A big win for the Democrats
and a win for the CIA's first journey into covert operations.
Congress passed the Central Intelligence
Agency Act in 1949. (Same year I got married)
Truman had later lamented that he was afraid of the CIA going
rogue with so much power. Here we go. The CIA came out a
huge winner from the government with unlimited funds and
exempt from all federal laws that required any disclosure of
the agency. An example of their budget in 2013 was 14.7 billion.
And what are they doing with the money? Who knows.
The CIA mostly works over-seas while the FBI federally
assists in local law enforcement.
Shucks pardner, so there you have a few more tid-bits of recent history. Feel
free to jump in with more tid-bits.
Sunday, January 1, 2017
As History Takes Place in My Lifetime
Way, way back, when I was a wee one, most countries were in
isolation and didn't mess in each other's politics. The reason
was just sheer distance. Lindbergh's flight to Paris in 1927
(3 years before I was born) was a scary trip made in 33 1/2 hrs.
We all know how flying has changed in the past century. If
one stands at the edge of Florida, Cuba can almost be seen
but during the years prohibiting travel to Cuba, I know of
people who flew up to Canada and then were able to fly to
Cuba. Take the long way, baby.
Even in 1950, it took me a week to travel to Spain by boat.
Air flight was beginning to be popular but most people
"took to the sea. " And these were mostly people travelling
for business or for a specific reason, not the "vacation
cruise" that is popular now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I started schooI, it was at a time when we felt safe with
an army of 185,000 men and without any American made
boots on foreign soil.
The Dulles brothers were alive and most likely playing with
their little tin soldiers, planning their adult sordid strategies
but at that time in history, the CIA was not yet in existence
but the OSS was the main intelligence information gatherer.
I find the Dulles boys to be the most evil influence to our
country during my lifetime. When I was in high
school, they had not yet begun grabbing foreign countries for
it's resources, deposing the governments and setting up their
own puppets. Yup, they became masters at it and set the stage
for today's foreign-soil grabs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We are all living in history. Your grandkids will be reading
about the events that are now taking place during your life
time. I find it hard to understand why so many people are closing
their eyes and ears to what is giving shape to our world right now.
So far, I've lived through 87 years of history and we didn't aways
have this exciting electronic media that gives us instant news.
But we now have dilligent and accurate historians who provide
great sources to help clarify the memory.
I will be prodding my memory for historical events taking
place during my lifetime.
I invite you to join me on this 1st day of 2017
isolation and didn't mess in each other's politics. The reason
was just sheer distance. Lindbergh's flight to Paris in 1927
(3 years before I was born) was a scary trip made in 33 1/2 hrs.
We all know how flying has changed in the past century. If
one stands at the edge of Florida, Cuba can almost be seen
but during the years prohibiting travel to Cuba, I know of
people who flew up to Canada and then were able to fly to
Cuba. Take the long way, baby.
Even in 1950, it took me a week to travel to Spain by boat.
Air flight was beginning to be popular but most people
"took to the sea. " And these were mostly people travelling
for business or for a specific reason, not the "vacation
cruise" that is popular now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I started schooI, it was at a time when we felt safe with
an army of 185,000 men and without any American made
boots on foreign soil.
The Dulles brothers were alive and most likely playing with
their little tin soldiers, planning their adult sordid strategies
but at that time in history, the CIA was not yet in existence
but the OSS was the main intelligence information gatherer.
I find the Dulles boys to be the most evil influence to our
country during my lifetime. When I was in high
school, they had not yet begun grabbing foreign countries for
it's resources, deposing the governments and setting up their
own puppets. Yup, they became masters at it and set the stage
for today's foreign-soil grabs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We are all living in history. Your grandkids will be reading
about the events that are now taking place during your life
time. I find it hard to understand why so many people are closing
their eyes and ears to what is giving shape to our world right now.
So far, I've lived through 87 years of history and we didn't aways
have this exciting electronic media that gives us instant news.
But we now have dilligent and accurate historians who provide
great sources to help clarify the memory.
I will be prodding my memory for historical events taking
place during my lifetime.
I invite you to join me on this 1st day of 2017
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