tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51446572287756153822024-03-04T23:09:05.528-06:00One Day @ A TimeMy view of day to day life in small town America, influenced by a big city media and wonderful grandparents.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-76897209977147747262014-01-22T16:59:00.000-06:002014-01-22T16:59:01.435-06:00Blonds, do they really have more fun? My last blog was in April of 2013. It was a pretty long one. I guess I wore myself out. So here I go again.<br />
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How many of you out there in blog land remember the commercial about blonds having more fun? I was fairly young at the time and didn't get it. Well I have come to the conclusion that if the actions of the blonds I encountered today were considered fun, I want no part of it and am glad I have always been a brunet until now.<br />
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While sitting in the drive through line at McD's watching the snow fall gently on my windshield, and see my car thermometer say 9°, I noticed the car in front of me had Florida plates. I thought to myself, I would bet they wish that they were in Florida today. The Florida car pulled up and got their order and pulled ahead. I pulled up to get my order and put my window down. While waiting, the blond occupant of the Florida car proceeded to roll down her window and throw out some trash onto the ground. At which time I put my head out the window and said, do you do that in Florida? Needless to say she motored on. Also needless to say I was steaming mad. I just decided to go to the drug store and forget it.<br />
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After going to the local CVS I decided to fill up the tank on Betty, my new Buick. Yes I named her Betty. It is supposed to be very cold for the rest of the month so I have always been told to keep the tank filled. I motor on to the only local station that has a nice person to come out to fill your gas needs for you. The first two islands were out of order. There was a car at the next one on the left and a car in front of me, but not at the pump, just blocking it. Okay I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and perhaps they were waiting for someone to come out of the station. I waited, waited and waited. Long enough that I decided to make my move between the parked car not getting gas and the one getting gas. As I go by the one in front of me blocking the pump I noticed the "blond" talking on her phone. As soon as I went by and started to back up toward the pump she backs out and leaves. As Lucy would say to Charlie Brown, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!<br />
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I have come to the conclusion that people should have thought bubbles above their heads. Blonds would be empty. Mine would be filled with !@#$%^&*()? most of the time. Don't get me wrong, I know a lot of smart lovely blonds. Well not a lot, but a few. <br />
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So for now don't throw trash and try and be considerate of others. It's really not all about you.<br />
<br />Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-31012823755632341572013-04-16T18:36:00.001-05:002013-04-16T18:36:36.894-05:00What posseses evil?<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hello all,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am going to blow off a lot of steam here and if you read my blog in order to laugh well this one is not it. I am so angry with the events of April, 15th. I don't know where to start. My husband ran a marathon about 5 years ago. He was a long distance bicyclist and decided he wanted to run a marathon at least once in his life. He found a training program and worked that program. He ran in snow, rain, cold, wind and even dark. He should have been a postal worker. He trained hard and not to win the race, but to complete his desire to do this for himself, to just finish the race. He picked a marathon in Little Rock Arkansas to be the one to run. It had the largest medal. I went with him. He ran so many shorter runs that I did not go to I wanted to go cheer him on for this one because it meant so much to him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you know how far a marathon is? 26. something miles. 26 miles, think about that. I get tired riding that far in a car. To run that far is an amazing thing. If you don't think so try riding your bike that far. It is a LONG way. When you think about all that goes into training for a marathon it is a big damn deal for the one doing it and their family as well. To be at the finish line when that goal is finally accomplished is great. Even though I did nothing I felt wonderful for my hubby when he finished his run. Now on to my rant.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">For someone, anyone to do what was done in Boston is beyond words. I saw the picture today of the young boy that lost his life. He is the same age as my grandson. He was someone's grandson. What had he done to get blown up, nothing? What a shame for so many who will suffer from this forever. Our society seems to have fallen from grace. I was horrified on 9/11 but this act of violence has just hit me to my core. I sat looking at that beautiful young face on my computer and was just so, so sad. Keep your eyes open for unusual things. Be vigilant. And above all else pray.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">A very sad mom, grandma, aunt, sister and wife will pray for all of the victims and that the person or persons that have done this will see the error of their ways and never do it again before they are caught.</span>Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-51493318646556460482013-01-13T13:15:00.002-06:002013-01-13T13:15:51.996-06:00The Best Gifts of AllYesterday was one of the nicer days I have had in quite a while. With Christmas being such a busy time of year I did not get together with my two sisters. They were busy as was I. My youngest sister and I talk and see each other quite often. My other sister, still younger than me, works harder than most anyone I know. She and her husband have their own business so they are basically on call all of the time. It is very difficult for her to get away for a couple of hours for lunch or to visit. Yesterday we finally made it. We met for lunch at a local place that is right on a river. Nothing fancy but right in the middle of where we live and nice to watch the birds there. I have to say it was so nice to be able to visit with them both for the time we were there. We exchanged gifts and I feel as though I really made out. They both had gotten me lovely things. One sister got me two scarves which I just love. The other sister got me a brooch that matched one of the scarves. She had no idea about the scarf, it just matched. She knows how attached I am about my grandsons so she also got me a photo frame that says, I love my grand-kids. I can't wait to put pictures in it. But the couple of things I got that really touched my heart were these. I love to play a word game like scrabble on Facebook. I have to say that I am addicted to it. Not good at it but addicted. Last summer my younger sister found me two mugs that say SCRABBLE on them. I use them all the time. So for Christmas she found two mug/bowls that match. I absolutely love them. So now in the morning when I have my yogurt,granola and fruit I can put that in the bowl and my coffee in the matching cup. My other young sister found at a garage sale a 1952 WOMAN'S DAY magazine. Price, 7 cents on the cover. It is near perfect condition considering it is 60 years old. I love that kind of stuff. I was only two when the magazine came out but remember just about everything in it. Some I commented on which both sisters just looked at me like I was nuts. For instance there is an add for Tampax. I said wow that was when they were still cardboard. For those of you who are young you may only know of this product with plastic applicators. Nope, they used to be cardboard and straight across the top, not curved. Enough on that. There are short stories, recipes, patterns to sew as well as knit and crochet. It is the kind of magazine women would look forward to each month. It would take a month to get through it. I have, as I have mentioned before, a difficult time adding photos to this blog. If I can get my hubby to help I will see what I can do. Speaking of hubby, the same sister got him an old train magazine with my Woman's Day. He liked that a bunch. A book came from the other sister. Of all the gifts I received from them I have to admit the bowls and Magazine were the two that touched my heart the most along with being able to spend a little time with them both. I plan to put the magazine out so I can see it every day. And of course I will use my bowls every day as well. So Thank you Kelly Jo, and Patty Sue for my wonderful Christmas presents and your gift of time. Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-16835378953679935582013-01-05T20:28:00.002-06:002013-01-05T20:28:55.156-06:00More about Poop, the BookAs I was saying in my last blog, I went to the library book sale. One of the books that caught my eye was titled; Poop A natural History of the Unmentionable by Nicola Davies. Illustrated by Neal Layton. I thought perhaps it would be about potty training. Not even close. It is a small book,61 pages. The illustrations are great and key to the books definitions of the topic. It is purely scientific in its approach, yet very easy for a youngster to understand. Even at that it can be hysterically funny at times. I learned more in a half hour reading it than I have absorbed into my grey matter in weeks.
It starts out by saying how grownups are shy about it; Horses ignore it; And babies do it in their diapers. Poop, big jobs, number two. Whatever you call it it is still feces and the process of doing it is defecating. The book goes on to describe size, texture and smell and no two are alike, there are many kinds. Each kind from all different species can serve a separate purpose. This is the part that I found so interesting. People now days have social media to keep in touch with one another and to see what the rest of the population is up to. Animals on the other hand just sniff poop. Badgers have latrines where they poop. They do this to let others know to "keep out". Male hippos like to spread their message around. They quickly waggle their tails as they defecate, spraying poop and its message everywhere. Did you know wild pigs from the South American jungle are called a Peccaries and they live in big gangs? They also have latrines near or in the middle of their territories. It is like a big old bulletin board. When one goes into poop, it sniffs what has been left behind by others. From this the peccary can tell who is pregnant, who would like to be, who is new to the area and who is boss.
Hippo's find their way by the scent of poop. The book talks about dung beetles and Bats. In Texas, Bracken Cave has so many bats living in it, about 20 million, they drop fifty tons of poop a day in the cave. A dung beetle or coprophagous. Now you have to use your imagination on this. Lets say a full grown elephant drops a rather large flopper. Within two hours a horde, about 16,000 dung beetles can arrive and devour the whole mess. Yep its gone! The book will tell you who's is the biggest, smallest and who doesn't go at all. It amazed me how the different species have their own way of dealing with the outcome of their eating. There is a type of bird that after it feeds it's young in the nest, the baby goes to the edge of the nest turns and goes over the edge of the nest and it comes out in a sort of bag that the parent then carries off. There is some facts about rabbits I did not know and after finding out was just dumbfounded.
If your library does not have this book I suggest you try and find it somewhere. If you have a 9 or 10 year old that has to do a science project this would be a doozy. Not to mention they would probably love doing it.
I don't know about you but I have decided to stick to Face Book for my social information.
Pleasant dreams all, and remember, One Day @ A Time.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-60775362631759901492013-01-04T19:36:00.000-06:002013-01-04T19:36:59.938-06:00Random Acts of Kindness 2013I usually do not make New Year's resolutions. I break them or forget about them. This hear however I made one and this is why. I was in the grocery store last week and the fella in front of me had on a jacket that said Viet Nam Vet. I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your service". He instantly got a surprised look on his face and said "thank you". Then he ask me if I knew someone that served there, to which I said yes. I am 62 and was in high school during the war. A lot of classmates went off to that war after graduation in 1968 because of the draft. This could be a topic for another blog post another time. It was the look on the man's face that prompted me to my resolution this year. He was thankful that I had said something. I could tell just by how he looked at me. I always say thank you to veterans if I know they are veterans. Either by a hat or jacket or some other sign.
I have bought lunch for two police officers in the past year that were in front or behind me in line at a drive through. I even bought carnations one time for all the girls working the window's at McD's. No reason other than I wanted them to know someone cared enough to brighten up their day. Now I am not saying this for pats on the back. If anything I would hope that it encourages others to think about it and do something similar for someone too.
This is my resolution for 2013; <b>Do a random act of kindness as often as possible</b>, preferably every day. Today a friend had volunteered to work the book sale at the local library. She has trouble seeing after dark so I took her, helped with the book sale and then drove her home. No big deal to me, but it helped her. A couple of years ago I had pulled in to get gas. It was a fairly cold day. The lady in front of me was taking a while to get out of her car when I noticed a fresh cast on the first foot out of the door followed by a pair of crutches. So I got out and pumped her gas for her. She was so appreciative and dumbfounded at the same time. I just told her maybe she could do a kindness for someone else sometime.
As a child you hear people tell you that it is not about getting gifts but giving gifts. Well as a child you believe that to be a bunch of crap. You want to be the receiver not the giver. That is just being a child. Maybe it is because I am 62 now but I would much rather give. I love the look on my grandson's faces when I give them something. When I do a random act of kindness. Yes I'll say it, I get that warm fuzzy feeling in my heart.
Next post will be about a book I bought for fifty cents at the book sale today. The best fifty cents I have ever spent. I am lucky I got it before some 9 year old boy. It is that kind of book. What's it called? All about Poop.
See you soon.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-79556554552240057802012-12-11T18:17:00.000-06:002012-12-11T18:32:02.464-06:00The Ghost of Christmas PastTwo months have gone by since my last post. Not too bad considering how long I have waited in the past. I have decided that I don't post each day or even weekly because I can never remember how to log on to this thing so I just don't.
It is the season of good cheer and nostalgia and giving. I always get mushy around Christmastime. I remember my very young years while living with my grandparents. I was the first granddaughter so I was pretty much bombarded with all kinds of gifts. Then they were all placed around the scrawny tree with me in the middle of them and the photo was taken. This was back in the day when you got a Christmas stocking that would look like onions should come in it today. Regardless, it was great; nuts, apple, orange and maybe a piece of hard ribbon candy or two. It was always the first thing I wanted to look through. When I was about 4 or 5 I got a real stocking. It is long gone now but I remember it. A lightweight knit of red and green with a Christmas picture of some kind on it. All I knew was Santa could get a lot more stuff in that one than the onion bag ones. Later on when my mom got re married there were little ones to coo over at Christmas. I was still young enough to want stuff from Santa but I was pushing it. The one year I got a Cinderella watch. That was quite telling. I loved it and still have it. A few years later about 1961 I got a pale turquoise transistor radio. It was no bigger than a pack of cigarettes. I thought I was the coolest kid in 5th. grade. I was listening to that same radio in the girls bathroom during recess when I heard that President Kennedy had been shot. I ran and told the teacher and he did not believe me right off. To this day I hear from old classmates that say, I remember you telling everyone that President Kennedy had been shot. Not something I care to be remembered by.
I was very good at figuring out what was in my packages. No I never opened them. I knew if my mom ever caught me opening or peeking at a present that would be it. She would put my eye out. No, really. But there was this one year that under the tree was a package about 24 inches long and shaped like a wedge of cheese. It was killing me trying to figure out what that was. It did not match anything I had ask for. So Christmas morning I tore straight to that package and ripped it open. It was an intercom set. I couldn't believe my eyes. A way to spy on my parents, and I did. One was in the kitchen and the other one next to my bed.
Friday night came along and Roy and Carrol were having friends over to play cards, drink beer and smoke. It was the 60's. This activity was done in the kitchen. That evening I went into the kitchen where the card playing and debauchery was to take place and taped down the button on the intercom so I could listen when I went to bed that night. My efforts were for naught. Nothing juicy was said or done all night. What a waste of good tape. I played with that thing for years, then the younger kids took over. Those are good memories.
My hubby tells a story about getting his first BB gun. How on Christmas day he took it out back to shoot it at a target. His dad said how good a shot he was. At that point his younger brother chimed in with; he should be he's been practicing for two weeks. He had found it under a board in his mom and dad's bedroom. Would unwrap it while they were gone, take it out and practice with it and then put it back. There were four boys in that family. I don't know how my mother in law did it.
I sent off two Christmas presents today. The teacher that I referred to above has remained a lifelong presence in my life. He is a Navy veteran and I send him a card every year on Veterans Day. I know it means a lot to him. I crocheted a flag pillow cover for him and sent it to him for Christmas. My nieces will be going to their grandparents for Christmas this year so I sent their present too. One was going 20 miles away and the other to the NW side of Chicago, about 50 miles away. Both weighed the same. I wanted to make sure the girls got theirs quickly so I sent it UPS for a sum of $13.00 plus some change and a $5.00 off coupon. Yep it was gonna cost $18.00 to send a 2 lb. package 50 miles without my coupon. I took the other package with the pillow to the post office. $5.00 sent it on it's way. I was dumbfounded. When at the UPS store and the lady said $18.00 I know my thought bubble popped up with WTF in neon in it. Oh well, Merry Christmas Everyone.
Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-44116644631904137052012-10-17T14:45:00.001-05:002012-12-11T18:20:46.389-06:00Happy Birthday Punkin.There are babies all over the place. Former students of my husbands and our friends children are having babies. Even on Mike and Molly the other night they were working on planting the seed. I have two reasons for writing on this subject today. The first and most important one to me is that today is our son's 40th. birthday. I could go through all of the war stories about my pregnancy and delivery but I am sure you do not want to read about it. My mom and grandmother both told me that all the pain and swollen feet and ankles will be forgotten the minute you hold that little one. They were right.
Unfortunately I had gestational diabetes with him but did not know it at the time. I gained too much weight which in turn caused him to be huge. I did not care though because he was my little punkin. The one person in my life I would gladly die for, fight for and live for. And as I know now, take a shovel full of well intentioned crap from not to rock a boat. I had kind of raised my sibling because they were much younger than I was. So I guess you could say I had some practice raising children. You never have enough and like every other parent I made my share of mistakes. Mistakes which will undoubtedly traumatize our son forever. Well, get over it kid. He has his own children now to traumatize. I would do for them what I would do for him. I tell everyone that the only reason you do not kill your children when they are teenagers is so that someday you can have grandchildren. I was lucky though, our son was either very sneaky or just as good a kid as I thought he was as a teen. I really have no complaints. Whenever we go anywhere with our son and his family we get a lot of compliments on what a great man he has turned out to be. Once I get the swelling down in my head, I thank them. I have to give credit where credit is due though. Matt has done most of the work. When you reach that age where you say to yourself, wow this is on me and no one else. He took it to heart. I do so love my punkin.
Now for the friends babies. Unlike my 9 lb. 13.5oz. punkin they seem to be having little tiny babies. 5 lb. or so. The are so darn cute! I feel like Miss Francis on Ding Dong School (for you younger people, google her) when I look at my FB page every day. When she would look through her mirror and do the Romper Stomper Bomper Boo, tell me tell me tell me do. Then she would say I see; Ben and Shaela and Beatrix and her sister doing their art. I see Cooper and Malcolm and Oliver and Huck. I see Ian,June,Abileen and Della. There is Finley and Kaylee and Brenden. And so on and so on. There are too many for this old brain to remember. All those little faces with such joy and hope in their eyes. A new generation of parents as well. I sure hope I get pictures in my Christmas cards this year. I may have to get a bigger refrigerator. It will be great to see all of those little ones.
So bye for now, and again Happy Birthday to our son, and keep those pictures coming, I for one love to see them.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-42256309611527953342012-09-25T13:10:00.001-05:002012-09-25T13:10:27.868-05:00Hello again,
Thanks to everyone who commented on yesterday's blog. I am glad someone reads them. Today I want to address grumpiness. I like to smile at people. I as fortunate enough to get veneers put on my ugly teeth a few years ago, so I show them off whenever I can by smiling. When I turn a corner or someone else is turning a corner my way, I smile at them. In the grocery or pharmacy even passers by. I have noticed that at least 99%, no kidding, are frowning and grumpy looking. I keep smiling. For a long time I would ask or tell myself, they must be having a bad day, and I hope it gets better. That gets old especially when there are so many out there grumping their way through the day. How much time does it take to smile or to return a smile. That little act of kindness could change the rest of the day for that person. There is so much talk about texting and driving. I agree one hundred percent that it is a dangerous process and should not be done. That said, how many of us brain text? (my made up word) We get into our internal head conversations aka "thinking" about this that and the other and have no idea what is going on around us. That is probably why we don't smile. Well just stop it. If you have to do that try and remember to smile while your having an internal battle with you psyche. Go ahead, I double dog dare you to make someone smile today. Children don't count for this project. They are easy targets. It has to be an adult and maybe someone you don't even know. Lets see how hard it is. Report back if you can. I am going to Face Book this and see if anyone bites. I have also considered that maybe people just don't eat enough fiber.
Waiting to hear from you.
D.Diva
Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-22448528297361247192012-09-24T13:42:00.002-05:002012-09-24T19:54:02.993-05:00Wow, I have done it again. Almost four months since I last wrote anything here. As everyone knows it has been a long hot summer. I so dislike hot weather. I can not even start to tell you how much I hate hot weather. One blog I keep up on is from a <a href="http://backwoodsmom.danoah.com/">wonderful lady that lives in Alaska</a>. I would imagine that if she were to read this she would gladly trade me a week of very hot for her most cold week. I sweat, swell, get beyond bit--y and am just not fun to live with. We have window air conditioners but they are loud and really just don't cut it. I also have a husband on blood thinners so he walks around in long underwear and a sweater when I turn them on. Talk about your Jack Sprat syndrome. I can't walk around naked, well I could but choose not to. We have baseboard heat. That means no duct work. The freezing spouse says we can not get central air. I think if there is a will there is a way. Sure it may not be cheap but neither is succumbing from the heat.
I used to think it was because I was so fat. Well I have dropped nearly 50 lbs. and I am still sweating. My total cholesterol has gone down 45 points. I am well on my way to being a lean mean sweating machine. My chemistry is good except of all things my vitamin D was at 6 when they did all my testing. It should be, at it's lowest, 32. I have been taking doses of it now for seven months and it is just now at 31. You know how you get it naturally? Set in the sun. lol lol lol lol. Are you flipping kidding me? Sun = heat. Okay it is only 15 minutes a day but still. The queen of all that is cool does not like to be HOT. That said I take so many meds that are not sun friendly, I just stay out of the sun.
On my front page here you will see my spousal units blog; Shop Teacher Bob. He has been busy building our new front porch. It started life as a deck. Not well planned or built. When the steps fell apart I suggested a porch. It took some time but he is on it like white on rice. If you go to his blog you can see a photo of it. He does pictures much better than I do.
As for the S.U. (spousal unit) he is doing pretty well. He is working part time at IVY Tech teaching and as a lab tec. He still needs to SLOW D O W N. That is one of the big differences between us. I have slow on pocket dial. He does not even have a pocket. He works until he drops. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vW6ZXHWvaGc"></a> He tends to have low blood sugar so if you have seen the snicker commercials you know how that can effect a person. So we have to work on that too.
I hope that you have enjoyed my little post. I'll try and get back here soon.
D.Devia.
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vW6ZXHWvaGc"></a>Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-16526403961505402282012-06-18T12:15:00.000-05:002012-06-18T12:19:00.550-05:00Who are you?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2zoI0dAeZv-hxLV75toRky_hOlzCUvTja2dvh2lANnflvunTRaUZg0JHz3emly317Y0IoRVEzpJl_HPZTtVylJOrQvlYaKMmZawLFPjSySaoxiOLKDCluo68hSCW5r7bFIoCANSpSew/s1600/who.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2zoI0dAeZv-hxLV75toRky_hOlzCUvTja2dvh2lANnflvunTRaUZg0JHz3emly317Y0IoRVEzpJl_HPZTtVylJOrQvlYaKMmZawLFPjSySaoxiOLKDCluo68hSCW5r7bFIoCANSpSew/s320/who.JPG" /></a>
Well I have been making mental notes as to what to blog about. My mental notepad is pretty full of a lot of different subjects. For example; the lady going into the grocery in her jammy bottoms. There was the lady texting behind me on the expressway this weekend going 75 mph. This heat we are having with very little rain. Hubby's health. Grandmother's inner enemies. Oh the list goes on and on and ends with this.
If you read my blog you know that my brother in law John passed away a month ago. He hated funerals. He felt that sadness just sucked. He wanted a party. Well last week end some very dear friends gave him his wish. They had been planning a fund raiser for him prior to his passing. Unfortunately he passed before it was scheduled. They incorporated all of those plans into a memorial party for him. It was at a lovely farm with shade trees, silos, hay bales, tree swing, lazy old dog and everything John would have just loved. Also thrown in was great food and a band. I don't know who all to thank for this wonderful event. All I can say is I KNOW that John would have loved it, and is probably pissed that he could not be there to party with the rest of us.
I only got one photo on my digital camera from the event. I was shooting real film that day. My hubby took this shot. You know how they say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well after I tell you the back story you will understand. I'll try and make it short.
My mom was married and divorced by the time I was 2. I never met my dad until I was 45. I searched my whole 45 years to find him. I know that battle looking for someone you are not sure will want you around or even like you is all about. Fast forward to about two years ago. My husband's aunt passed away. She was in her late 80's. It was always suspected that she had had a child and gave it away for adoption. While going through her things we found a letter from a fella who thought that she was his mom. He wanted to meet her but was respectful of her wishes if she said no. He had sent a photo along with the letter. Well she said no, but kept the picture and the letter. When her sister found the letter she ask me what I thought she should do. Of course walking in those shoes and knowing what it does to a persons soul I of course said to write to him. He was beyond happy. Came to meet all of this new family, odd as we are. He fit right in and could not look any more like his cousins if he tried. We were sure this was not a hoax of any kind. He had all the documents to back everything up.
Fast forward to the memorial party. John knew about "cousin Bob" but evidently had not told his wife Sindy about Bob. Bob came to the party. The photo is when we told her who he was.
So that is my posting for today. Try and stay cool as you can. I'll tell you about the pajama pants next time.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-27546985982257353742012-05-29T16:48:00.000-05:002012-05-29T16:51:52.233-05:00Hot - Cold - Rockford - Rifleman - Hogan - Mash and EggsWell it has been 48 days since my hubby had his heart attack. He has been home of course this whole time. People would ask me what I was going to do when he retired having him home all of the time? I said it would not be a problem because I am used to him being home in the summers, HOWEVER; in the summers he was healthy and was always doing some kind of hobby. Now he just sits in his chair for the majority of the time reading and watching TV. Those are doctors orders and I understand. But I am getting a little tired of hearing The Rifleman, Mash, Hogan's Hero's and The Rockford Files every day. I realize that he does not want to watch The View or The Talk or the other shows that I have on for background noise but come on. The other thorn under my saddle is we are like Jack Sprat and his wife. I am constantly sweating like I just finished a marathon and he has a sweater on. We do not have central air conditioning. We have two in the wall and one window air conditioner. That is not too bad as long as you don't want to converse with anyone. It's a little loud in here. I need to come up with a viable solution for these problems. I think I have figured it out. The on wall air conditioner is in the laundry room. I can close the door and keep it cold enough to hang meat in there so it will be fine for me, if Jeff will use the other bathroom. I can keep up on the laundry, ironing and the egg situation that way. He can sit with his cowboy/WW II/ Korea and mid 70's TV pals in the sauna we call the living room. I even have a sink in the laundry room I can do dishes in to stay out of the hot kitchen. I can put my radio out there and listen to my WGN and the horrible Cubs. The only setback, maybe two if I include the computer, will be that the cat's litter box is out there. Unless the cat learns to knock this may present a problem. I may have a solution for that as well.
A week from tomorrow he will have his stress test. That will tell us the "Rest of the Story". I am hoping for the best. I'll let you know on the next blog how my plan is working out.
If you are wondering what the egg situation is as mentioned above, well we have two chickens that lay two eggs a day total. That does not sound like much now does it? Let me tell you that it is a lot. Jeffie can only have maybe one a week. I too keep it down to maybe three tops. That is four eggs a week and with no breakage we get 14. Right now I have 6 dozen eggs in the refer. I have a bunch more to wash and package. I am running out of room. I used to bake a lot, but now with the big D. I don't eat sweets any more. To make anything good you need to use a fat that is bad for the hubby's heart. So baking is out. I suppose I could make noodles and give them away. Another situation to figure out. I am on it.
See you soon.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-42886260583236334502012-05-27T11:13:00.000-05:002012-05-27T11:13:23.572-05:00Decoration DayI had the fortunate experience of being raised for my first six years by my grandparents. That is how I learned about Decoration Day. They had lost three children by the time I lived with them. So every year toward the end of May my grandma would save a Hi-C can and cut the top all the way off. My grandpa and I would go out and cut fresh flowers usually red, pink, and white peonies and put them in the can filled with water. If the bridal wreath was blooming and it usually was, he would cut long pieces of that too. I thought it was the most beautiful bouquet that I had ever seen, ants and all. It would be my job to hold the can so that the water did not spill on the short trip to the cemetery. At our destination we would walk to the headstone, that I could not read yet, and place the flowers. It was a tradition. Fast forward to now. I have a lot of family there now. Every year I go and plant flowers. This past year the cemetery posted new regulations. No planting. To hard to mow around. Unfortunately they all have a headstone that is shaped like a piece of cheese. It is not flat on top. There is not a floral saddle made that will fit it. I will come up with something though. I won't let it go undecorated at least for a day.
My husband and his cousin do what they call the cemetery tour every year at this time. I buy geraniums and they go to the Mengel side of the family and plant them. There are three loved ones in a big cemetery in Hammond plus one. They found a veterans grave that never had a flower on it and they plant one there every year too. My husband even researched the fellow, George Grissom. His mom's in a different place, so they stop and plant there too and the fella next to her that was a vet as well.
Well the Greatest Spectacle in Auto Racing is about to start. Be safe and honor a lost soul.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-5728345156919176922012-05-24T20:13:00.001-05:002012-05-24T20:14:21.114-05:00The Red BarronA lot has happened since my last post. I have been diagnosed with pre diabetes, my husband had a heart attack and his younger brother passed away. Needless to say some life changing things happening here. As far as me and the big D., we are getting along okay. Learned that lesson a long time ago from a good friend with type 1. I have diabetes, it does not have me. I have dropped 30 lbs. on the diabetes diet so far and intend to keep going. So far no meds needed. As for the spousal unit and his heart we have a few more hurdles to jump before that chapter is put to bed.
As for my brother in law John, he was one of a kind. He was funny yet serious when it came to his politics. Rough as a dirt road yet gentle as a lamb when needed. Oh and he was a nurse. He went into the Army later in life and was a medic. When he got out he decided to use his GI Bill to become a nurse. He was an ER nurse on the graveyard shift. There is no doubt in my mind that he was excellent at what he did. He told some stories that would make you wet your pants laughing and cry from sadness at the waste of human life. Names were never mentioned of course. This guy will be sorely missed by so many people. I don't know if I can re post one of my favorite pictures of him but I will try.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Looks like it worked. So here is my story. My brother died in 1998. Mark was a prankster. He liked to make your life interesting. So when my inside rear-view mirror was askew whenever I got in my car I just figured it was my brothers, though gone, way of messing with me and letting me know he was still around. And in case you are thinking it is the car it is not. I have had three different cars since he passed. So the day after we got the news that John had passed away Jeff and I had to go somewhere, can't remember where. I had changed the radio station to a PBS station the last time I had driven the van. I turn on the van and what is playing on the radio? The Red Barron. The picture of John is in an old Bi Plane. He loved that flight. So thanks Johnny-boy for letting us know all is well.
We will all miss you forever.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-91585438453300063722012-03-09T15:06:00.004-06:002012-03-09T15:39:00.825-06:00It's Snot My FaultI had a friend suggest to me the other day that I should write on my blog more than I do. I told her I could write everyday but it would be nothing but wanking. She was encouraging and said that would be all right. Well here goes.
It is Friday so I needed to pick up some groceries for the weekend. I get them, put them on the conveyer and proceed to check out. We all go through this. The teller asks do you have a Expensive Grocery Store card? Yes I do, as I am digging it out along with my credit card. She scans the card. Paper or plastic the bagger ask? Without looking up I say plastic is fine today. I swipe my card and the cashier asks, credit or debit? Credit I say. I get 5% back on groceries this month. I finally get through the process and the bagger is waiting to carry my bags to the car. We start out of the store and honestly I still have not looked at her. We get to my vehicle and I turn and look at her, a grown woman mind you and she has snot running down her upper lip. Her lip is about the color of Santa's suit. At this point I am having a brain convulsion and trying not to throw up. My eyes had to be the size of saucers. She proceeds to tell me how she and her husband have the most terrible colds. NO KIDDING! This woman just touched every piece of my grocery order, and the bags.
You may or may not remember this especially if you are a new reader. I have a few medical issues. I never get a cold, I get pneumonia or Bronchitis. I do everything I can short of wearing a Hazmat suit to avoid getting sick. I went to my grandson's grade school last week to have lunch with him. There were five other first grade germ carriers sitting at the table with us that day. As soon as I got outside I sprayed down with antiseptic germ spray. But hey, those are kids and I would do it again. It was worth it. I will go into that visit another day.
Back to Typhoid Mary at the Expensive Grocery Store. Typhoid Mary, seemed a healthy woman when a health inspector knocked on her door in 1907, yet she was the cause of several typhoid outbreaks. Since Mary was the first "healthy carrier" of typhoid fever in the United States, she did not understand how someone not sick could spread disease. At least Typhoid Mary did not know she was sick. This person did. I was furious. When I got home I called the store. I ask for the manager and explained that I wanted no one to lose their job but how could no one notice or say something to this woman. He said he would look for her and that she should be easy to find from my description. I hope that he kindly sent her home. But just think how man people she may have spread her nasty, runny nose and Santa red upper lip to all ready today!
So I have to thank John Quinones from What Would You Do? Why you ask? Because evidently I am the only one today that did something. I have two things to say. 1. I hope I don't get sick. 2. Look at who is bagging your groceries.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-33592547808201935812012-01-20T15:33:00.000-06:002012-01-20T15:33:55.667-06:00Free haircuts to Indiana legislatorsBoy am I hot today. Yes I agree that the temperature outside is very cold and it is snowing. As for me though, I am hot. Why you ask? Well here goes. I get email Senate updates from the state that I live in (Indiana). They let me know what is going on as far as what bills are in committee and so on. Our state is going crazy right now over Right to Work. That is all I have heard about for months. I got a survey in the mail from my representative asking how I feel about a lot of things, but never what I am hot about.
I graduated from high school in 1968. I received a scholarship to attend a school of cosmetology. It was about 30 miles from where I lived, and it was not the one I wanted to go to. There was a particular school in my area that was highly regarded as the premier school to attend if you wanted to be a cosmetologist. So as per my temperament I told my mom that I was not going to accept the scholarship. To which she replied, then you go to work to pay for it yourself. So I did. I got a job as a nurses aid at a local hospital. Nursing was my second choice for a profession back then. At that time you would spend two or three weeks being trained by hospital staff on how to make a bed with a person in it. How to give a sponge bath. How to feed a patient. How to do most everything that was not invasive to a patient except of course, enemas. If you worked midnights which I did you got to prep everyone for tests the next day. This included enemas. Also in 68 they still used oxygen tents. When the patient is finished using one they have to be taken to a large tub with very hot water and special soap and scrubbed, rinsed and dried. Kind of a pain in the, well you know. I worked on a medical/isolation floor. We got cancer patients, older folks from nursing homes and so on. One particular case was a young woman who had been hit by a semi. The crash caused her to loose both legs below the knee. That is until the infection set in. After three or four surgeries, she had lost both legs just below her crotch. She was in isolation so that she did not get infected by someone.Gearing up to get into isolation is a real task. Gown, mask, rubber gloves, booties and a hair covering. Now you have to give the person a bath dressed in all of this. Ever try to change a bed with rubber gloves on? Takes some time.
It was hard, sad and rewarding work. I learned a lot that year. I also earned the money to go to "Beauty School".
I had to drive about as far to the school that I wanted to go to as the other one I rejected, but in a better area. At that time you had to go for 1,000 hours and have passed all required classes. You might be surprised at what you have to know just to be a hairdresser. Anatomy, chemistry, safety, health laws and the obvious how to cut, color, style and perm hair. I finally made it, passed my state board exam and then had to work for a master cosmetologist for six months.
Now for those of you who are old enough you will remember that in the late 60's early 70's hairspray was king, partly why I have asthma. Women would get their hair done on Friday. You would spray the heck out of it. and it stayed until the next Friday when they came back to get you hair done again. OMG,talk about funky. Stand on your feet all day getting your hands wet and dry all day long. Giving perms(ammonia based) with bleeding fingers was not real fun. Then the state decided that in order to renew your license, you had to take continuing education classes. So even if you were not working if you wanted to keep your license you would have to pay and take classes first.
So why am I so pissed off you ask? I see on Face Book today that the legislature was voting on doing away with licensing Cosmetologist, Barbers and nail tech's. I am not sure yet if it passed. I have to do more looking. But what are they thinking? Do you want someone working on your scalp with chemicals that they have no idea what they are working with? I think I am going to offer free haircuts to any legislator that wants one. Revenge can be sweet!Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-16732320044969469122012-01-03T19:18:00.002-06:002012-01-03T19:18:34.859-06:00Serenity, not today, maybe tomorrow.If I am going to keep up I need to write something today. I should be doing dishes or cleaning my bedroom but I just can't find it in me to do that right now. Maybe later, after all I still have clean silverware. With this I am serene.
I had to go to a small town not far from my own today for an appointment. When heading home I noticed a pack of three males walking along the sidewalk, all about 15. One looked halfway normal. The one in the middle had his hat on backwards, headphones in and his ass hanging out of his falling off and too big pants. The third one was wearing sunglasses and a hoodie that would fit and elephant. I wanted to stop and just slap the crap out of them. Well not exactly, just straighten the ones hat, pull up his pants and tighten his belt, if he had one on, till his eyes bulged out. Then just give the one in the big hoodie the stink eye.
I have watched National Geographic, I now that all species have mating rituals. Can anyone tell me what kind of mate one would attract with that kind of get up? Oh wait, I know. Someone with multicolored hair that has not been combed since they were born. Gloves with no fingers attached to them but the fingers sticking out have black polish on them and eye gook that is well' gross. Clothing would be either a skirt so short that it should be on a two year old or pants with holes cut in them with the edges frayed and strategically placed so that more butt cheeks can be seen. Do moms look at their offspring any more when the kid leaves the house? Are these moms afraid to say anything to the fruit of their loins about what they are wearing or what trash can they found it in? Two words; grow up people. It is time to be a parent. Before you know it these children will be procreating and then what? Well I guess it will be easy enough for them with the pants falling off and the skirt so short. The scary part of this is not only will will they be re-producing, but also voting? I know which is scarier, I wrote about that last time. Is it any wonder this country is in the shape it is in?
I try to go by the Serenity Prayer on a daily basis. Today I did not know the difference.
SERENITY PRAYER
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change; Oops, did not do this one.
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
(Although known most widely in its abbreviated form above,
the entire prayer reads as follows...)
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.
See y'all soon.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-19161281893936230012011-12-30T17:14:00.000-06:002011-12-30T17:14:34.883-06:00God Bless the Little ChildrenAs I opened my paper the other day;The Northwest Indiana Times, I see on the front page a story about a young girl from the Ft. Wayne area. Seems she had been found in pieces. They caught the person they believe responsible for dismembering her young body. Seems that the little girls mom had brought her and two other siblings to the trailer park where mom's dad was living/dying. Dad/grandpa needed help because he was so ill that he could not take care of himself. So far this seems harmless enough, but this is where it gets ugly. This particular trailer park it seems is home to quite a few registered sex offenders, dad/grandpa being one of them. The little girls mom comes down with the flu so she sends the girls to stay with a guy in another trailer in the park. According to the paper this guy was not listed in Indiana as a sex offender but had other offenses. He also had arrests in two other states and now is being charged with the murder.
I know that being on a sex offender list does not mean that a child was involved. A person can wind up on the list for many reasons and a lot of them very minor offenses. For example, urinating in public might get you on. My question is why in the world would she take her children to a place that was known to be a haven to sex offenders? I find this to be beyond heart wrenching. I first read the article three days ago and just can not get it out of my mind. Those little girls must have a daddy somewhere. Couldn't mom have called him?
I am so sick of reading about the neglect and abuse of children in our society any more it is sickening. They are children, born to us to be looked out for. To be taken care of and protected above all else. Yes I said above all else. We are in a society that thinks about number one all of the time, me, me, and the children are left out to the buzzards. The boyfriend beat the baby to death because it cried. They kept the child in a dog cage until he died and buried him in a garbage pile. Mother scalds two year old in bath water. What the hell? Isn't it about time to start holding people accountable for these crimes? Just because you can breed, doesn't mean you should be a parent and a lot of times you shouldn't.
I sure hope that in 2012 I don't read any more of this crap or see it on the news, but something tells me I will. So for the New Year my wish is that God Bless the Children and open their parents minds to what is important in this world.
Drive Safely this weekend.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-26555866752536436942011-12-22T13:39:00.000-06:002011-12-22T13:49:52.453-06:00Pass it ForwardOnly three more days until Christmas. I think everyone has memories of Christmas that either thrill you or make you hate the 25th. of December:Sometimes it is both.
As a child my first six years of Christmas's were awesome. I lived with my grand parents and was the first grand daughter so I pretty much got way too much. Then the "Event" happened. My mom re-married. I am not going to go into the trauma of all that because it is past not to mention a bummer. Like so many other families just starting out with another baby coming every other year, money was tight. I never went without and usually got one really cool gift. Like my first cigarette pack size transistor radio. It was turquoise. I was in heaven. I also got an intercom set one year. Being a bit sneaky I could set one in the kitchen and one in my room and listen to what was being said after I went to bed. All I had to do was tape down a button on the kitchen unit. I thought I was being very sneaky. Those were the two standouts for a very long time while I was still at home.
Once I was married I got lovely gifts from the hubby of course. Although the one gift I remember the most was not from him it was from a cousin. As I said I lived with my grandparents from the time I was born until about age 7. My grandma had started a Sun Bonnet Girl quilt for me before I was born. She only got the top done. It was neatly folded and put away never to be seen again. When I was in High School she showed it to me and then put it away again.
After my grandparents both passed away there was an auction of all of their belongings. To me it was a selling of most of my childhood memories. It was a tough day for me. I was able to get a few pieces of furniture that were between old and antique for a song. I still have them. However, in the auction was the box with my quilt top in it. I did not get it, my aunt did. Well I knew it was gone for good and just had to get over it. My cousin T. and I were quite close during the my first years of marriage. She lived nearby with a little one and one on the way. I will guess it was in the mid to late 70's. I don't really remember the circumstances, like if she came over and gave me the gift or left it under the tree. I think it was the first. T gave me a box all gift wrapped. I opened it and there inside was my quilt top. Her mom was the one who had bought it and how T. got it I did not ask. All I know is that it was probably the most thoughtful gift I have ever received. I still have it and my goal this year is to get it finished. I want to hang it on my wall in my bedroom.
So now it is time to pay it forward. The following people have to remain nameless. They will be referred to as A and B. A has a relative that needed support. A good home, positive reinforcement and a feeling of being wanted. And also makes sure that B goes to school, has clothes, a phone, a place to live and food. B is of the age that these things are important. B has no cash. I just thought of this fact today. I am going to take B shopping tomorrow so that B can get A something for Christmas. I think that is important. I remember being able to go shopping and buying something with my own money for someone else. It is about the giving and not the getting. I just hope that someday B will remember this and pass it on to someone else.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-61694351259680034902011-12-20T11:16:00.000-06:002011-12-20T11:26:14.074-06:00Here is a dollar, don't throw a rock at me.Hello again to my two readers. Three days in a row I have blogged. That is close to a miracle. Well it is Christmas.
On my last post I was trying to add a link and was having no luck. My husband who also blogs tried to help me and was somewhat befuddled by my page. I guess the powers that be here on blog-spot are changing things around. His page had been changed and mine had not. So today I go to my posting page and lo and behold I now have the new page as well.
I hope that his will get you where you need to go to see where the money goes and why.<a href="http://www.vaughns-1-pagers.com/politics/us-foreign-aid.htm"></a> I notice that we pay a lot of countries a lot of money just to leave Israel alone. I thought that Israel had an army. So the US says we don't negotiate with terrorist, but we will give you some cash to leave someone else alone. Interesting reading. If the link does not work, I am sorry. Try to copy and paste it.
Bye for now.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-46501187693334550592011-12-18T17:15:00.003-06:002011-12-18T17:22:25.550-06:00Aid Countries Found, Link capabilities not found.Well kids, I found a link but am unable to post it on here. I tried, my spousal unit tried and we just can not do it. So as soon as I am able I will post the stats. However if you are in a hurry, just Google; How many countys get foreign aid from US? You will get a lot of answers. One thing I found out was that we give certain countries aid and then, we borrow money back from them. How stupid is that? That is the article in the Detroit paper I am trying to link to. More later.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-36825757565321967212011-12-17T19:35:00.003-06:002011-12-17T20:28:48.223-06:00Foreign Aid Stinks (In my opinion)I think it is about time that I add another post. I have not blogged since last summer. I don't know why I don't do this on a regular basis but I just don't. We are real close to a new year. I think my resolution last year was to blog on a regular basis. I didn't. I am going to try again. If my hubby can blog almost daily then I sure as heck should be able to. I can't add photos as of now because my camera succumbed to the baggage handler on Southwest. I wanted a new one anyway. <br /><br />Now on to our Government. Have you ever looked into how much money the US government gives away every day? I can not quote statistics but I am relatively sure that you can Google the answer. And I wonder how many countries give us aid? I give donations to veterans, Native American schools, hospitals that do research for children's diseases and to food banks,that is my choice. It is not my choice to give millions if not billions of dollars to other countries. I could be wrong, but I would not think that the working folks in this country go to their jobs each day to support foreign countries, but they do. Is that okay with you? It is not with me. We are in debt past our eyebrows, so why are we giving money away? We put up with traffic, bad bosses or out of date work policies. Next time the garbage man picks up your trash think about him giving his money to a foreign country. Do you think if he had a choice that he would? Health Reform would be a non issue if we did not give money away. We would have the money to take care of ourselves.<br /><br />I have said on many occasion that if this country wants a valid election it should have on the ballots; None of the above. If none of the above gets more votes than anyone else then "The Powers That Be", get six months for a do over. You should also get to check a box on your tax form that says; None of my tax money goes to Foreign Aid. If you feel the other way then say that. Shouldn't we get a say? I would think so. I just recently learned that our Congressmen and women get to buy and sell stock knowing that the market will probably go up or down on a vote they have coming up. If the public did that it would be insider trading I think. Maybe I should ask Martha Stewart. I guess my biggest question is why is it that we the people know these things and nothing gets done about it? How long is this going to go on before those in Washington and in our state capitols figure out that we are mad as hell and don't want to take it any more? They are busting unions and bankrupting pensions and very few are even concerned. Why is this? Do we get bailouts?<br /><br />Maybe I should lay off the blog for another six months or just write more so the steam does not build up so much. I really don't think that would help. I do miss Andy Rooney.<br /><br />Merry Christmas.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-62914220688424610092011-07-05T10:56:00.003-05:002011-07-05T11:45:45.740-05:00What I am not doing on my summer vacation.Hi there everyone, So much has been going on I can't possibly catch everyone up. A short synopsis would be; 40th. anniversary, hubby went to Italy and Virgina, Two brothers in law passed away, Sisters graduation from St. Mary of the Woods, weather from hell blew down garage, fell down last two basement stairs, mink got in and killed eight young hens, nieces wedding, nieces graduation. Need I say more? Oh wait and I've had the 24 hour flu over the 4th. Other than that, life is good.<br /><br />Summer is really going by fast. My poor hubby had his summer all planned out to get a lot of small things done here at the faux farm. Unfortunately, a stormado blew down our new garage. Being the focused person he is he has been spending every waking minute working on or figuring out how to get it re-built asap. Along with working at our county fair all week as the blacksmith and going to Oklahoma with his boxing cohort for a fight, his plate is very full this summer. I was really hoping he would get some time to relax and get his happy old self back. Guess not yet. <br /><br />My goal for the summer was to sell everything that was not nailed down around here. I have been storing up stuff for a garage sale for years. Never had a garage to use. So with the plans of our new garage I was ready to get started. Then the stormado took care of that. No garage, no sale. I have been to auctions, yard sales, garage sales and just plain collected stuff for 40 years. Oh I had good intentions for all the stuff but you know how that goes. So now, I have decided to sell everything, that is as soon as I have a garage to do it in. Maybe next year.<br /><br />I am still on a quest for small body of water to cool myself in when it gets so terribly hot. I have to admit that I have a phobia about getting into water that others have been in. I have no clue as to why that is because I never used to be like that, but I am now. The trouble with a pool of my own is that it would involve chemicals and vacuuming and I would not use it enough to warrant getting it. That and I want a new kitchen floor. I look at a pool and think "new floor". So for now a quick cool shower will have to do or a squirt from the grandson's water gun.<br /><br />I guess it is time for me to get to it. Laundry will not do itself, or the dishes.<br />Hope to write again soon. Ta ta for now.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-39777138802969792002011-02-17T12:01:00.002-06:002011-02-17T12:15:51.371-06:00Egg-drop soup and good company.Hi Everyone,<br />It is warm here in Hoosier land today. I don't mean upper 40's it is in the 50's. What a nice surprise. I am going somewhere just to be outside. <br /><br />Yesterday my crochet group went on a field trip. The instructor's birthday is this month so we decided to go out to eat and celebrate. She has had a hard year. Other than the fact that we went through the heart of Michael Jackson's hometown to get to this great little Chinese restaurant, it was great. I had egg-drop soup,egg roll and shrimp fried rice with tea and got change back from a $5.00. You can't beat that. There were six of us and a good time was had by all. The majority of the crocheters are over 50. There is one young lady that is much much younger. I am sure the outing was an eyeopener for her. I pointed out that whenever ice or snow is on the ground she was the appointed helper for the old broads. The birthday girl is short. We went in a van so she had to bring a stool in order to get into the van. For us to go on a field trip it is a real event. That said it was all worth it. We laughed a lot and that is great medicine. <br />Go out and enjoy the weather. One day at a time.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-24056777370287778392011-01-24T20:19:00.003-06:002011-01-24T20:38:36.164-06:00T-Ball What a HOOT!Hello Sports Fans,<br />Every time I try and be faithful to my blogging, something happens and I don't keep up. I know this is just an excuse, but hey, I got bronchitis, and my sisters husband passed away suddenly. <br /> <br />Today's post will be short I think. I found out today that my grandson is going to play T ball this summer. If you have never been to a T ball game I highly recommend it. It is better than Prozac. You will laugh until your side hurts, you pee your pants or you just can't breathe. Sometimes all three. My niece who is now 20 played T ball and I would go to her games. My son never played little league so I was new at this kind of thing. OMG what fun. These little people try so hard in their own way to have fun and do what they think they should do. What throws everything off is that they are 5/6 or there abouts and could give a flier. They don't always know which way to run, can't throw a ball for anything and are usually more interested in cloud formations than a baseball. <br /> <br />Waiting for these games to come in the steaming summer heat will give me something to look forward to. Maybe the fun of seeing my grandson play ball will keep my mind off off the heat that we all know I HATE! <br /><br />I'll just take it One Day @ A Time.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144657228775615382.post-30309406055856200142010-12-19T11:16:00.003-06:002010-12-19T11:57:26.203-06:00Hellooooooooooooo again.Hi everyone,<br />I think this years resolution is going to be to write a blog post at least once a week. I keep trying to do that but just never get to it. This past week while out doing errands I thought, I should blog about this. Did I blog about it, no? This time of year in this new Millennium too many folks just seem to have lost all of what the season is all about.<br /><br />This year I have received a couple of emails titled; Where is the line to see Jesus? It is very timely and too the point. Now I am not a person that does not believe in Santa Clause but I do think as adults we need to see to it that the meaning of "Christmas" is not lost in the "Holiday". <br /><br />I have a story book and a snow globe that I got years ago with Santa kneeling next to baby Jesus in his manger. The book tells a wonderful story and is worth checking out. So what is the name of the book you ask? Well it is in the basement packed away with the rest of my Christmas stuff. <br /><br />I am not able to carry my Christmas stuff up from the basement and this year neither is my hubby. (torn pectoral muscle, ouch). As for me, after my fall on the ice last Feb. my knees just don't like stairs in numbers more than four. We also don't have much if any company at Christmas so I don't see the point of dragging all that stuff up for just the two of us. I have a couple of small trees I am going to put up, probably today. I will also put up my Nativity set as well. When I make the trek to the lower bowels of my house I will look up the name of the book for anyone that wants it.<br /><br />Yesterday was a sweet & sour kind of day. We started by going to my hubby's cousins home for a Christmas lunch with family. This past year after the loss of his aunt, it was discovered that she had blessed another family with a child 60+ years ago. We were able to get in touch with him from a letter he had sent her. Unfortunately he was not able to meet his birth mother. Bob did get to meet all of the cousins and two remaining aunts though. He is a wonderful man and it has been our joy to find him, even though he spent 30 years looking for us. Back to the point, he was able to come to the lunch yesterday and be with his birth family for the first Christmas ever. I hope he enjoyed it as much as we did. Having been in a similar situation myself, I know what it means to find family that welcomes you into the fold. <br /><br />The home we were at for the lunch was decorated so nicely. It truly was welcoming and cozy. The lunch was simple and delicious. Our hostess had done a bang up job of the whole affair. I thank her for all of the hard work she had to do to get ready. It was so very nice.<br /><br />That was the sweet. The sour was after that when I went to my brother in law's memorial service. He was only 46 and it was so hard to see my sister so torn apart. This will be an awful Christmas for her as well as this coming year. They were not blessed with children so she is pretty much alone. If you have ever lost a close loved one you know what I mean. You can be in a room full of people and still be alone. She will constantly be in my prayers. And as for Patrick, rest in peace.<br /><br />Okay, thats my post for now. There should be another within a week.Domestikdevahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865502271642847520noreply@blogger.com1