Joann, Barb, and I did a bit of yard saleing this morning and then went to the casino. This isn't our usual day but, since I didn't lose any money when we went earlier in the week, I thought it would be nice to give the casino another chance to rob me. They managed to get $26 out of me today but I was very happy that they didn't take it all. We had fun and that's what counts, though.
Marilee stopped in when I got home and asked if I'd been to the casino and, when I said yes, she said that she and Faye were going to have an intervention for me. I laughed and laughed...but then I wondered if she wasn't kidding. Nah...I love to gamble but I do so in moderation and don't lose as much as I would if I smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Tonight we have a baked potato bar with all the fixin's over at the clubhouse...$3 and it's so good that I wish we had it more often. After dinner there is a talent show that should be lots of fun.
I never enjoyed myself this much when I was young. It's a simple life but so empty of stress that I wish I'd lived like this all my life.
Life is good!
Saturday, March 03, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
I Don't Understand
Something I've never been able to understand is how some charity money is collected. When you are asked to buy a bracelet, chocolate bar or any other item because a percentage of the cost will be donated to charity, I wonder why we bother. When celebrities pay $1000 each to dine in luxury so that a percentage of that $1000 will be donated to charity, I wonder even more.
When did it become the duty of businesses to get involved in collecting money for charity, all the while selling their own product to do so? I really believe that all these demands on the public to donate everywhere we look has made us reluctant to donate to legitimate charities. We've been bombarded too many times.
It's also a little scary to think how money donated is often not secure, allowing who knows who to skim whatever they can. Even legitimate charities aren't policed completely and we see over and over how too many of them use donations for their own purposes and not the one the money was meant for.
I guess I just don't trust but maybe that's not a bad thing. Being too trusting makes us into targets.
When did it become the duty of businesses to get involved in collecting money for charity, all the while selling their own product to do so? I really believe that all these demands on the public to donate everywhere we look has made us reluctant to donate to legitimate charities. We've been bombarded too many times.
It's also a little scary to think how money donated is often not secure, allowing who knows who to skim whatever they can. Even legitimate charities aren't policed completely and we see over and over how too many of them use donations for their own purposes and not the one the money was meant for.
I guess I just don't trust but maybe that's not a bad thing. Being too trusting makes us into targets.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
If You Knew
For whatever reason, I've spent a lot of the weekend watching documentaries of killers and it's been very perplexing wondering how their parents and families can keep on supporting and believing in them, even against undisputable evidence against them.
I wonder how I would feel if one of my beloved children or grandchildren committed a heinous crime. I know it would take strong evidence to convince me they'd done it but, even with a confession from them, would I still have an element of doubt? Once convinced of their guilt, I know I'd still love them to the very end, though. I'd want help for them but I wouldn't want a harsh punishment for them, no matter what they'd done.
Criminals either don't know or don't care how their crimes and convictions will affect their families. Often the offender's family suffers almost as much as the families of the victim.
The love you feel for someone doesn't end because that person commits a crime, no matter how offensive the crime. At least I don't think so and hope I never have to find out if this is true or not. Murder is so out of the norm that average people can't even understand the concept of someone choosing to end another's life.
Right now I'm watching a made-for-T.V. movie on the Karla Homolka/Paul Bernardo murders and there is no sense to be made of it at all. It's beyond understanding how these two handsome people could allow themselves to take the lives of three innocent teenage girls and for him to rape countless others. And it's further unbelievable that Karla Homolka spent only a short time in prison and is now free, married, and with children of her own. How could someone who committed the most horrible of crimes just carry on her life as though it never happened? Where and when will she receive her true punishment for what she's done? I wonder.
I wonder how I would feel if one of my beloved children or grandchildren committed a heinous crime. I know it would take strong evidence to convince me they'd done it but, even with a confession from them, would I still have an element of doubt? Once convinced of their guilt, I know I'd still love them to the very end, though. I'd want help for them but I wouldn't want a harsh punishment for them, no matter what they'd done.
Criminals either don't know or don't care how their crimes and convictions will affect their families. Often the offender's family suffers almost as much as the families of the victim.
The love you feel for someone doesn't end because that person commits a crime, no matter how offensive the crime. At least I don't think so and hope I never have to find out if this is true or not. Murder is so out of the norm that average people can't even understand the concept of someone choosing to end another's life.
Right now I'm watching a made-for-T.V. movie on the Karla Homolka/Paul Bernardo murders and there is no sense to be made of it at all. It's beyond understanding how these two handsome people could allow themselves to take the lives of three innocent teenage girls and for him to rape countless others. And it's further unbelievable that Karla Homolka spent only a short time in prison and is now free, married, and with children of her own. How could someone who committed the most horrible of crimes just carry on her life as though it never happened? Where and when will she receive her true punishment for what she's done? I wonder.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Murder
This was the day I chose to pull furniture out and thoroughly wash the floors of the trailer. Saturdays are fairly quiet around here and it's one of the few days I have to myself so it was nice to take my time washing the floors. There's not much room to move furniture around so I have to do the floor in pieces, clearing a section and washing it and then waiting for it to dry before doing another section. Inbetween times, I drank my coffee and watched home improvement shows on T.V. An ideal morning!
In the afternoon, I decided to stay home and vegetate in front of the T.V. where I watched story after story of how someone would commit murder for their own personal reasons...all true stories. It's pretty gruesome to see how a man or woman can fall in love with someone and then somewhere down the line feel the urge to murder them. Much of it is greed but some of it is just the old saying..."if I can't have you then no-one will!". How selfish, self centered and egotistical!
I napped through part of the murderous orgies and then went over to Faye's for a gin and tonic. I'd been simmering a lovely home made soup in my crock pot all morning and afternoon so supper was taken care of. When I came back to the trailer in the late afternoon, the stories of murder continued on the T.V. and I wondered what the true nature of human beings truly is. I wonder if, just under the skin, we're all potential savages. I worry that we might be.
In the afternoon, I decided to stay home and vegetate in front of the T.V. where I watched story after story of how someone would commit murder for their own personal reasons...all true stories. It's pretty gruesome to see how a man or woman can fall in love with someone and then somewhere down the line feel the urge to murder them. Much of it is greed but some of it is just the old saying..."if I can't have you then no-one will!". How selfish, self centered and egotistical!
I napped through part of the murderous orgies and then went over to Faye's for a gin and tonic. I'd been simmering a lovely home made soup in my crock pot all morning and afternoon so supper was taken care of. When I came back to the trailer in the late afternoon, the stories of murder continued on the T.V. and I wondered what the true nature of human beings truly is. I wonder if, just under the skin, we're all potential savages. I worry that we might be.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Welcome Sunshine
Sunshine is a 9 week old yellow Lab who has come to live with Shelley, John, and Jake (and be a sister-at-home for Lisette and Nicole). I've already shortened her name to "Sunny" and I know she's going to bring lots of smiles and sunshine to her new family.
With Buddy passing last week, Sunny will help ease the family's sorrow at losing him but no-one can take Buddy's place. He was a unique little being that we all loved and there will never be another dog like him. Sunny will be her own self and we'll love her for that.
Sometimes I ache for the comfort of having a dog at home. It's hard to explain to people who have never had a dog how much we become attached to them and their presence. A good dog can add years to your life and happiness to your moments.
I wonder if Shelley remembers that we once had a canary we named Sunshine? He was a bright and beautiful yellow canary who filled our days with his singing and who kept trying to make out with his image in the mirror in his cage. Cute.
Faye and I are going over to stay a few days with Shelley to spruce up her garden with some colorful annuals. She has a gorgeous backyard already but it's with lush perennials and she needs the annuals to complete it all. I'm looking forward to seeing it come alive with impatiens, begonias, marigolds, geraniums, and whatever else we find that will thrive through the hot summer in Tampa. The impatiens will be planted in the shade for sure.
Kim asked me to give Sunny a kiss for her but I think it's sort of disgusting to let a dog lick your lips. Instead, I'll cuddle every moment I can with this sweet little girl.
With Buddy passing last week, Sunny will help ease the family's sorrow at losing him but no-one can take Buddy's place. He was a unique little being that we all loved and there will never be another dog like him. Sunny will be her own self and we'll love her for that.
Sometimes I ache for the comfort of having a dog at home. It's hard to explain to people who have never had a dog how much we become attached to them and their presence. A good dog can add years to your life and happiness to your moments.
I wonder if Shelley remembers that we once had a canary we named Sunshine? He was a bright and beautiful yellow canary who filled our days with his singing and who kept trying to make out with his image in the mirror in his cage. Cute.
Faye and I are going over to stay a few days with Shelley to spruce up her garden with some colorful annuals. She has a gorgeous backyard already but it's with lush perennials and she needs the annuals to complete it all. I'm looking forward to seeing it come alive with impatiens, begonias, marigolds, geraniums, and whatever else we find that will thrive through the hot summer in Tampa. The impatiens will be planted in the shade for sure.
Kim asked me to give Sunny a kiss for her but I think it's sort of disgusting to let a dog lick your lips. Instead, I'll cuddle every moment I can with this sweet little girl.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Selling on Ebay
This has been a lean year for me selling on Ebay. The economy is so bad in the States that few people have extra money sitting around to impulse buy on the net. That means I have less money from Ebay sales to pay my utilities and that is a first for me.
Of course, I'm not yard saleing like I used to, either, so my stock isn't refreshed like it used to be. I know I've sort of lost interest in Ebay myself so it isn't a surprise that others feel the way I do. It's the shipping costs and not the listed price that is the killer even here in the States but it's much worse in Canada. The postal service is causing it's own demise by paying it's employees far more than their labor deserves. I don't blame the employees at all for getting as much as they can but the unions have instilled unreasonable demands for exhorbitant salaries for unskilled labor.
These are frightening times for the unskilled labor force because, without unions to fight for them, they could only qualify for minimum wage jobs and no-one can support a family with that kind of money. With the U.S. discontinuing Saturday service (we haven't had it in Canada in years), many more high paid union jobs will be lost and where else can these people expect to make the salaries they have been making?
Unions have always served a good purpose by gaining fair wages and benefits for employees but somewhere along the line they've gone from "fair" to "ridiculous". CEO's (not in a union) have also gone crazy with their benefits and bonuses having no resemblance to how well or badly the company has done. We look on all of this as insanity but are unable to do a darned thing about it. We, the people, are not in control of the public purse.
Oh well, everything will work out one way or another. Some people will suffer and some will be promoted even though all is undeserved. It's the way of the corporate world.
Of course, I'm not yard saleing like I used to, either, so my stock isn't refreshed like it used to be. I know I've sort of lost interest in Ebay myself so it isn't a surprise that others feel the way I do. It's the shipping costs and not the listed price that is the killer even here in the States but it's much worse in Canada. The postal service is causing it's own demise by paying it's employees far more than their labor deserves. I don't blame the employees at all for getting as much as they can but the unions have instilled unreasonable demands for exhorbitant salaries for unskilled labor.
These are frightening times for the unskilled labor force because, without unions to fight for them, they could only qualify for minimum wage jobs and no-one can support a family with that kind of money. With the U.S. discontinuing Saturday service (we haven't had it in Canada in years), many more high paid union jobs will be lost and where else can these people expect to make the salaries they have been making?
Unions have always served a good purpose by gaining fair wages and benefits for employees but somewhere along the line they've gone from "fair" to "ridiculous". CEO's (not in a union) have also gone crazy with their benefits and bonuses having no resemblance to how well or badly the company has done. We look on all of this as insanity but are unable to do a darned thing about it. We, the people, are not in control of the public purse.
Oh well, everything will work out one way or another. Some people will suffer and some will be promoted even though all is undeserved. It's the way of the corporate world.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
R.I.P. Buddy
He was a gentle giant of a dog, somewhere in the 80-90 pound range, I think. At first sight, you'd see a huge yellow Lab who appeared to be smiling because he was always happy to see anyone who came through the door. He was careful of where his powerful tail swept...he didn't want to knock things over or whack anyone. His size was intimidating but his demeanor was all gentleness..always.
He loved everyone but didn't make a pest of himself. If you patted him, he was in heaven and waited patiently for more. If you told him to go away, he left immediately.
Buddy was jealous of Jake's new guinee pig (sorry, don't know how to spell that) when it first moved in and he'd gently check it out but never in an angry way. Buddy's way was to bring you a toy to try to divert your attention to him.
I wish so much that Shelley had bred Buddy because he was a prince among dogs and it's such a shame that all his wonderful qualities died right along with him. He does have a brother living up in Canada who I hear hasn't been neutered so Shelley is going to ask his owner if he will breed him just once so she can have a relative of Buddy's. It's a long shot but wouldn't it be nice?
Buddy was only 9 years old when he passed away suddenly. He was at the groomers for his scheduled bath so maybe his little heart wasn't as healthy as we thought. I remember his father, Monty (also owned by Shelley), died suddenly, too, so maybe it's an inherited defect.
Our pets are precious to us and we do love them deeply. They are never forgotten, just as we don't forget a family member who passes away. Buddy was surrounded by love in his family and was a very lucky dog to be so well cared for. He will be forever loved and forever missed.
He loved everyone but didn't make a pest of himself. If you patted him, he was in heaven and waited patiently for more. If you told him to go away, he left immediately.
Buddy was jealous of Jake's new guinee pig (sorry, don't know how to spell that) when it first moved in and he'd gently check it out but never in an angry way. Buddy's way was to bring you a toy to try to divert your attention to him.
I wish so much that Shelley had bred Buddy because he was a prince among dogs and it's such a shame that all his wonderful qualities died right along with him. He does have a brother living up in Canada who I hear hasn't been neutered so Shelley is going to ask his owner if he will breed him just once so she can have a relative of Buddy's. It's a long shot but wouldn't it be nice?
Buddy was only 9 years old when he passed away suddenly. He was at the groomers for his scheduled bath so maybe his little heart wasn't as healthy as we thought. I remember his father, Monty (also owned by Shelley), died suddenly, too, so maybe it's an inherited defect.
Our pets are precious to us and we do love them deeply. They are never forgotten, just as we don't forget a family member who passes away. Buddy was surrounded by love in his family and was a very lucky dog to be so well cared for. He will be forever loved and forever missed.
Friday, February 17, 2012
More on Whitney
I can't believe that there is a movement to have U.S. flags flying at half mast to honor Whitney Houston. Are these people crazy? Just because someone was gifted with a beautiful singing voice doesn't mean that other aspects of their life shouldn't be considered. Should we make a hero out of a woman who destroyed her life, and that beautiful voice, by saturating herself with illegal drugs? I just don't get it.
It seems as though popular entertainers have been given a pass to carry on their lives in despicable manner just as long as they continue to entertain us. Michael Jackson, a pedophile, is still idolized by many. My beloved Elvis is another entertainer who threw it all away with drugs. There are so many of them who couldn't resist the temptations offered them because of their status.
Marilee objected to my comment on Facebook that I was sick of hearing Whitney Houston's voice on every darned newscast for the past week because she thought I wanted to erase the "voice". But, no, what I hate is the massive air time given to a talented woman who is dead at 48 because she chose to be a drug addict.
Children emulate their idols and, when a tragedy like the early death of Whitney Houston occurs, the stress should be on how foolish she had been to destroy her body with drugs. Yes, keep on idolizing her fabulous voice but do it with a touch of sadness for her lethal drug use.
It seems as though popular entertainers have been given a pass to carry on their lives in despicable manner just as long as they continue to entertain us. Michael Jackson, a pedophile, is still idolized by many. My beloved Elvis is another entertainer who threw it all away with drugs. There are so many of them who couldn't resist the temptations offered them because of their status.
Marilee objected to my comment on Facebook that I was sick of hearing Whitney Houston's voice on every darned newscast for the past week because she thought I wanted to erase the "voice". But, no, what I hate is the massive air time given to a talented woman who is dead at 48 because she chose to be a drug addict.
Children emulate their idols and, when a tragedy like the early death of Whitney Houston occurs, the stress should be on how foolish she had been to destroy her body with drugs. Yes, keep on idolizing her fabulous voice but do it with a touch of sadness for her lethal drug use.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Time Well Spent
It was our Swedish weaving get-together this morning and we had a few new recruits. A quick lunch and then back at 1 P.M. to learn how to make ladder ribbon necklaces. They were quite easy to do, needing only a crochet hook to make 3-7 chains and then to knot them together. At 5 P.M. we have our hamburger dinner at the clubhouse and, after that, we ladies will play cards until 9 P.M.
I suppose this is a simple life but our days are full of whatever we choose to do and the people I hang out with are all interesting and fun ladies. Maybe none of us are particularly exciting but that's okay. We've learned to live with our circumstances and most of us don't give a s..t if someone finds fault with that.
Me, I've had a great day so far and I know my evening will be full of fun because I'll be with some of the nicest ladies you'll find anywhere.
I suppose this is a simple life but our days are full of whatever we choose to do and the people I hang out with are all interesting and fun ladies. Maybe none of us are particularly exciting but that's okay. We've learned to live with our circumstances and most of us don't give a s..t if someone finds fault with that.
Me, I've had a great day so far and I know my evening will be full of fun because I'll be with some of the nicest ladies you'll find anywhere.
Ladder Ribbon Necklace
Jo taught us how to make these cute necklaces from ladder ribbon today. All you do is crochet 3, 5 or 7 chains and knot them together. I think I prefer the 3 chain necklaces so that's what I'll make next. They are so lightweight that you forget you have them on. Just a fun craft that didn't take much time and was easy to do!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wells Fargo
It tickles me that my new bank here in Florida is Wells Fargo. I remember when I was a kid and going to those old western movies where Wells Fargo was robbed by horse riding cowboys wearing masks. Now, here I have a bank account in that same bank. One never knows where time and space will take them, do we?
Wells Fargo took over my old bank, Wachovia, and that's how this all came to be. I used to think Wachovia was pronounced "watch ovia" but came to learn it was pronounced "walk ovia", probably more fitting for ruthless banking systems. Anyway, I think they went belly up during the recent mini depression hurting the U.S. and good old Wells Fargo, still hanging in there all these years, took them over.
I hope Wells Fargo takes good care of my account because there's approximately $37 in there right now.
Wells Fargo took over my old bank, Wachovia, and that's how this all came to be. I used to think Wachovia was pronounced "watch ovia" but came to learn it was pronounced "walk ovia", probably more fitting for ruthless banking systems. Anyway, I think they went belly up during the recent mini depression hurting the U.S. and good old Wells Fargo, still hanging in there all these years, took them over.
I hope Wells Fargo takes good care of my account because there's approximately $37 in there right now.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Stress the Waste
Whitney Houston died the other day and the T.V. news has been filled ever since with videos of her singing. Personally, these repetitious videos just fill me with anger at the waste of such a great talent and I'm hoping the stress will be placed on where the illegal use of drugs will get you. Talented beyond words and cold dead at age 48!
It's hard for the average person to understand when someone of supreme talent gets mixed up with drugs and destroys their lives. I think that they must be surrounded by too many people who can't say no to them or tell them the truth about their actions. Those people are not good friends because a good friend wouldn't stand by and let you do harm to yourself.
Whitney isn't the first great talent to ruin her life with drugs and she won't be the last because they seem to surround themselves with "yes men" and people who only care about how much money they can make for them or dead head groupies.
There are success stories among celebrities and they are the ones who should be admired. They faced the same temptations but were wise enough to resist them.
I feel sorry for Whitney but I'm really sick of hearing about what a nice person she was. Tell it like it is...she had a great talent and she threw it all away.
It's hard for the average person to understand when someone of supreme talent gets mixed up with drugs and destroys their lives. I think that they must be surrounded by too many people who can't say no to them or tell them the truth about their actions. Those people are not good friends because a good friend wouldn't stand by and let you do harm to yourself.
Whitney isn't the first great talent to ruin her life with drugs and she won't be the last because they seem to surround themselves with "yes men" and people who only care about how much money they can make for them or dead head groupies.
There are success stories among celebrities and they are the ones who should be admired. They faced the same temptations but were wise enough to resist them.
I feel sorry for Whitney but I'm really sick of hearing about what a nice person she was. Tell it like it is...she had a great talent and she threw it all away.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Torn
I guess I'm going through some sort of phase in my life because I'm really torn about wanting time alone and wanting time with people. While I'm in Florida, it's possible to spend almost every hour of every day with people and have a darned good time doing it but every so often I like/love some solitude.
Today is supposed to be my one solitary day of the week but I've made plans to go out for dinner with friends. These are such good and fun friends that I wouldn't miss dinner with them for the world because I know we'll have tons of laughter and great conversation.
I guess I avoid making committments for Sunday but, if a real fun one comes along, I can't resist it. Now, if someone had invited me to the flea market, I could have said no but the combination of having a nice dinner out and having it with Faye, Gary, Ron, and Gerry was impossible to to resist.
When I begin to tire from all the socializing we have here, I remind myself how little I have back home and that always spurs me on to join in as much fun as I can. Last night there were 7 of us playing "65" and we shared a laughter-filled 2 1/2 hours...how could anyone resist that? Sylvia, Gail, Barb, Joann, Peggy, and Candy...I wish they all lived in my neighborhood at home so we could get together there, too. The rest of our usual bunch were at a pizza party and dance that we didn't want to attend but we did miss them. A great group of ladies that I'm fortunate to be friends with!
Well, I still have tonight and tomorrow night to be alone and I'll use the time wisely, partly on the computer and partly vegetating in front of the T.V. It's not near as much fun as being with people but we all need a bit of alone time, don't we?
Today is supposed to be my one solitary day of the week but I've made plans to go out for dinner with friends. These are such good and fun friends that I wouldn't miss dinner with them for the world because I know we'll have tons of laughter and great conversation.
I guess I avoid making committments for Sunday but, if a real fun one comes along, I can't resist it. Now, if someone had invited me to the flea market, I could have said no but the combination of having a nice dinner out and having it with Faye, Gary, Ron, and Gerry was impossible to to resist.
When I begin to tire from all the socializing we have here, I remind myself how little I have back home and that always spurs me on to join in as much fun as I can. Last night there were 7 of us playing "65" and we shared a laughter-filled 2 1/2 hours...how could anyone resist that? Sylvia, Gail, Barb, Joann, Peggy, and Candy...I wish they all lived in my neighborhood at home so we could get together there, too. The rest of our usual bunch were at a pizza party and dance that we didn't want to attend but we did miss them. A great group of ladies that I'm fortunate to be friends with!
Well, I still have tonight and tomorrow night to be alone and I'll use the time wisely, partly on the computer and partly vegetating in front of the T.V. It's not near as much fun as being with people but we all need a bit of alone time, don't we?
Saturday, February 11, 2012
When All Is Said And Done
You know, no-one is ever going to get out of this world alive and the best we can hope for is to die of old age and not in pain. We human beings are really pitifully fragile entities, aren't we?
It's almost unbearable to see a terminally ill child but, when the patient is elderly, we feel a sadness to lose their presence but can mollify ourselves with the thought that they'd had a long life. I have a friend in his 90's who has begun to fail. It helps to know that he's lived a great many years and led a varied and interesting life. He's much loved by his family, well taken care of and will be to the end.
What's difficult for those left behind is the knowledge that the person they love is totally gone from them and they don't know how permanent the loss is...will we be united in another world or dimension when we pass away, too? Will we recognize each other if that should happen? Will the love and affection carry on in the afterlife?
It's almost universally true that we don't appreciate our lives or health while we have it and tend to fool ourselves that we'll never age or ail or, if we do, it will be in the far, distant future. I guess that's a preferable attitude than living our lives with the niggling fear of not knowing when death will strike us down, though.
When my friend does pass away, I hope he continues on a journey to maybe a better and kinder life than what we have on earth. I'm betting he does.
It's almost unbearable to see a terminally ill child but, when the patient is elderly, we feel a sadness to lose their presence but can mollify ourselves with the thought that they'd had a long life. I have a friend in his 90's who has begun to fail. It helps to know that he's lived a great many years and led a varied and interesting life. He's much loved by his family, well taken care of and will be to the end.
What's difficult for those left behind is the knowledge that the person they love is totally gone from them and they don't know how permanent the loss is...will we be united in another world or dimension when we pass away, too? Will we recognize each other if that should happen? Will the love and affection carry on in the afterlife?
It's almost universally true that we don't appreciate our lives or health while we have it and tend to fool ourselves that we'll never age or ail or, if we do, it will be in the far, distant future. I guess that's a preferable attitude than living our lives with the niggling fear of not knowing when death will strike us down, though.
When my friend does pass away, I hope he continues on a journey to maybe a better and kinder life than what we have on earth. I'm betting he does.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Murder/Suicide
A man murders his wife and gets away with it because of lack of evidence. Then he murders his two young sons before committing suicide. I often wish a severely damaged human being like this man would first commit suicide before harming anyone else.
I really do pity this man. His life must have been a living hell for him to do the things he did. But, living hell or not, I will never understand how someone can murder their own innocent children. It's almost as though he was trying to obliterate any and every part of himself.
I don't agree that suicide is wrong for everyone. It makes no sense to me for someone with a painful, terminal illness to be forced to continue living and suffering longer than necessary. But mental turmoil can be treated and made tolerable so that course should be pursued rather than allowing yourself to accept suicide as your only answer.
No one will ever know for sure if this man killed his wife but all signs point to it. I suppose he was unable to continue living with his sins...but why would he murder his little boys? Only a hopelessly diseased mind could contemplate doing this.
His father is another piece of work. He is also obviously mentally disturbed so who knows what kind of household his son grew up in...and maybe that could be part of the reason this man felt the need to murder his own children, to put an end to a bad legacy. We'll never know.
Child services did what they could to protect those little boys but their father's insanity proved too devious to save them.
My grandmother used to say that heaven and hell are right here on earth and, at times like this, I tend to agree with her.
I really do pity this man. His life must have been a living hell for him to do the things he did. But, living hell or not, I will never understand how someone can murder their own innocent children. It's almost as though he was trying to obliterate any and every part of himself.
I don't agree that suicide is wrong for everyone. It makes no sense to me for someone with a painful, terminal illness to be forced to continue living and suffering longer than necessary. But mental turmoil can be treated and made tolerable so that course should be pursued rather than allowing yourself to accept suicide as your only answer.
No one will ever know for sure if this man killed his wife but all signs point to it. I suppose he was unable to continue living with his sins...but why would he murder his little boys? Only a hopelessly diseased mind could contemplate doing this.
His father is another piece of work. He is also obviously mentally disturbed so who knows what kind of household his son grew up in...and maybe that could be part of the reason this man felt the need to murder his own children, to put an end to a bad legacy. We'll never know.
Child services did what they could to protect those little boys but their father's insanity proved too devious to save them.
My grandmother used to say that heaven and hell are right here on earth and, at times like this, I tend to agree with her.
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Dreams
Dreams must mean something even if the meaning is obscure. My dreams these days are almost exclusively pleasant but I seldom remember much of them when I wake up, just the sensation of having been involved in an easy existence for a while.
For years I had the recurring dream of flying and then being dragged down to earth by running into power lines or trees. That was a simple message...I wanted to escape the ties that bound me but couldn't quite do it.
A recurring nightmare I had as a child was of my grandfather's brother's head on a plate on the table. I wonder what that was about, though.
A sort of interesting dream I very often had as a child was of what looked like the heart rhythms' machine you see connected to hospital patients. In my dream, the rhythms began on both the left and right of the frame and continued toward each other until they collided in the middle. That's when I would wake up.
But last night I had my first nightmare in a long time. I was in a van with my husband and he put it on some sort of cruise control while we were driving along a narrow road. Then he left the driver's seat to go into the back of the van for something. I woke up screaming at him to get back and steer the car. Hmmm! Could that be my inner feelings about having to deal with everything by myself now?? Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?
I do believe our dreams are the result of our brains continuing to try to make sense of our lives even as we sleep. These days I have a mainly peaceful life, therefore peaceful dreams usually go with it. Life is pretty darned good.
For years I had the recurring dream of flying and then being dragged down to earth by running into power lines or trees. That was a simple message...I wanted to escape the ties that bound me but couldn't quite do it.
A recurring nightmare I had as a child was of my grandfather's brother's head on a plate on the table. I wonder what that was about, though.
A sort of interesting dream I very often had as a child was of what looked like the heart rhythms' machine you see connected to hospital patients. In my dream, the rhythms began on both the left and right of the frame and continued toward each other until they collided in the middle. That's when I would wake up.
But last night I had my first nightmare in a long time. I was in a van with my husband and he put it on some sort of cruise control while we were driving along a narrow road. Then he left the driver's seat to go into the back of the van for something. I woke up screaming at him to get back and steer the car. Hmmm! Could that be my inner feelings about having to deal with everything by myself now?? Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?
I do believe our dreams are the result of our brains continuing to try to make sense of our lives even as we sleep. These days I have a mainly peaceful life, therefore peaceful dreams usually go with it. Life is pretty darned good.
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Nan
I called my grandmother "Nan" because, as a very touchy teenager, I thought that calling her "Nanna" was too babyish. Nan was my mother figure, sometimes harsh in her ways of punishing me when I was younger but always very loving. I lived with my grandparents all of my life, along with my mother and then my sister, who was 9 years younger than me. Nan, at about 4' 10", was the boss in our household and we clashed a lot because I was a strong willed child. I never really appreciated her at the time but I think differently now.
Nan never worked outside the home but she had her little side business, bootlegging, that she did on the weekends. It always looked to me that our little apartment was a place for lonely bachelors to come for a few hours of socializing, have a couple of beers, and then traipse home with a bag full of preserves that my grandmother had packed for them. I doubt she ever made a profit from her bootlegging. She was generous to a fault and seldom did anything for herself.
Nan had a few vices. She thought nothing of taking a load of paper napkins or cutlery home from a restaurant. I was shocked to discover this one day while I held her shopping bag as she was paying the restaurant bill. Nan, like most of us, had her own ideas about honesty so I wisely stopped going to reataurants with her in case we both ended up in jail.
Nan, like me, loved to shop with whatever small funds she could put together. When she passed away, we found unopened boxes of various knick knacks piled under her bed. She had been attracted to their prettiness but really had no place to display them in our tiny apartment. When I think of my grandmother, I think of a tiny old woman who made the best she could out of a rather poverty stricken life.
My grandfather worked well into his 70's and my mother worked, too, but both had poor paying jobs. We were the epitome of the working poor so I strongly identify with people in those circumstances. We struggled but our apartment was spotless clean and there were always good meals on the table.
It's too bad but often we don't appreciate our elders until we're older ourselves and that's how it was with me. My grandparents took on the responsibility of raising an infant when they didn't have to do so. Then they took on the further responsibility of raising my sister 9 years later. Granted, my mother was there, too, but she would have had it much harder if we didn't live with my grandparents.
I know now how much she sacrificed for my mother, sister, and me and wish there was a way to thank her. Maybe she already knows how I feel, anyway. I hope so.
Nan never worked outside the home but she had her little side business, bootlegging, that she did on the weekends. It always looked to me that our little apartment was a place for lonely bachelors to come for a few hours of socializing, have a couple of beers, and then traipse home with a bag full of preserves that my grandmother had packed for them. I doubt she ever made a profit from her bootlegging. She was generous to a fault and seldom did anything for herself.
Nan had a few vices. She thought nothing of taking a load of paper napkins or cutlery home from a restaurant. I was shocked to discover this one day while I held her shopping bag as she was paying the restaurant bill. Nan, like most of us, had her own ideas about honesty so I wisely stopped going to reataurants with her in case we both ended up in jail.
Nan, like me, loved to shop with whatever small funds she could put together. When she passed away, we found unopened boxes of various knick knacks piled under her bed. She had been attracted to their prettiness but really had no place to display them in our tiny apartment. When I think of my grandmother, I think of a tiny old woman who made the best she could out of a rather poverty stricken life.
My grandfather worked well into his 70's and my mother worked, too, but both had poor paying jobs. We were the epitome of the working poor so I strongly identify with people in those circumstances. We struggled but our apartment was spotless clean and there were always good meals on the table.
It's too bad but often we don't appreciate our elders until we're older ourselves and that's how it was with me. My grandparents took on the responsibility of raising an infant when they didn't have to do so. Then they took on the further responsibility of raising my sister 9 years later. Granted, my mother was there, too, but she would have had it much harder if we didn't live with my grandparents.
I know now how much she sacrificed for my mother, sister, and me and wish there was a way to thank her. Maybe she already knows how I feel, anyway. I hope so.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Furbies
People seem to either love or hate Furbies. I happen to love them and they're one of the few things I collect even though some of my Furbies do end up being sold on Ebay. My friend, Joann, has found most of the ones I have for me and they are becoming more difficult to find at yard sales every year.For some reason, none of my present Furbies will talk. Since I don't sell untalkative Furbies, I just might be stuck with all of them, darn it. I tried new batteries to no avail but they were dollar store batteries so I'll bite the bullet and buy some at Walmart...probably the same darned batteries for 4 times the dollar store price! It doesn't seem possible that all of my Fubies lost their voices at the same time so I have hopes of hearing them all talk once again.
I've heard some people say that the Furbies gave them the creeps and I just don't understand it. They really are adorable with those big eyes and tufts of hair.
The cutest thing happened a few years ago with one of my baby Furbies. I accidently knocked it off the counter and, when it hit the floor, it yelled, "Mama!". Now, isn't that sweet?
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Canada Day at the Park
We had our Canada Day dinner and dance last night at the clubhouse and it was a rousing success. A group of French Canadian residents took on the job again this year to cook a terrific dinner, arrange for 26 door prizes, and also arrange the entertainment. I think it was the best dinner we've ever had for any of our special events.
Last year was the first time we've been allowed to include American residents at our dinner (I have no idea why they were ever excluded in the first place but the routine has always been to have the dinner only for Canadians and then allow the Americans to come over for the entertainment). This stupid rule also held for the U.S. Day dinner and I could never understand it. Our new owners made the wise decision that no resident should be excluded from dinners like this so now we have a full clubhouse for them, just the way it should be. Everyone is friends here and no-one cares whether their friend is Canadian or American.
I wasn't feeling very well last night, having a bit of trouble with my breathing. It felt like a touch of asthma so I didn't stay long at the dance but came home and turned on the air conditioning which helped immediately. The clubhouse is air conditioned but it was still terribly warm in there due to the large crowd. I've had some allergic reaction to the pine pollen, sneezing violently now and then, so maybe that's what my problem was last night. Anyway, it seemed to clear up as soon as I got into my air conditioned trailer.
One of the ladies last night wore a t-shirt with the American and Canadian flag entwined. I've seen this before and wanted to get one for myself but it sort of slipped my mind. Now I'm going to check on Ebay to find one. It so very much signifies how we live in this park, especially.
Well, we've reached February and my winter here is starting to fade away. I'll be going home in just a couple of months but, once again, I've enjoyed my time, my friends, and the lifestyle here immensely. It's something I don't take for granted but feel grateful for every day I'm here and hope to return for a few years yet. This could well be the happiest time of my life and I do savor every day I'm allowed.
Last year was the first time we've been allowed to include American residents at our dinner (I have no idea why they were ever excluded in the first place but the routine has always been to have the dinner only for Canadians and then allow the Americans to come over for the entertainment). This stupid rule also held for the U.S. Day dinner and I could never understand it. Our new owners made the wise decision that no resident should be excluded from dinners like this so now we have a full clubhouse for them, just the way it should be. Everyone is friends here and no-one cares whether their friend is Canadian or American.
I wasn't feeling very well last night, having a bit of trouble with my breathing. It felt like a touch of asthma so I didn't stay long at the dance but came home and turned on the air conditioning which helped immediately. The clubhouse is air conditioned but it was still terribly warm in there due to the large crowd. I've had some allergic reaction to the pine pollen, sneezing violently now and then, so maybe that's what my problem was last night. Anyway, it seemed to clear up as soon as I got into my air conditioned trailer.
One of the ladies last night wore a t-shirt with the American and Canadian flag entwined. I've seen this before and wanted to get one for myself but it sort of slipped my mind. Now I'm going to check on Ebay to find one. It so very much signifies how we live in this park, especially.
Well, we've reached February and my winter here is starting to fade away. I'll be going home in just a couple of months but, once again, I've enjoyed my time, my friends, and the lifestyle here immensely. It's something I don't take for granted but feel grateful for every day I'm here and hope to return for a few years yet. This could well be the happiest time of my life and I do savor every day I'm allowed.
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Memories of Touch
When you grow older, it's amazing how some memories of long ago times are still so fresh in your mind. Many of mine are of touch. My earliest and strongest memory of being caressed by the early summer sun is of when I was 11 years old. Strong memories of the touch of my children's and grandchildren's baby skin stay filed away in my mind, too. I don't imagine I'll ever forget the touch of my husband's skin, either.
Stored away in my memory are surprisingly fresh pictures of the day a girl pushed me hard when I was about 12 years old. It hurt but I refused to flinch and hit her back hard enough that she never approached me again. I remember the sting of pain when my grandmother whipped me with my skipping rope or my grandfather's razor strop. But I don't remember the feel of pain when I gave birth to my children, only a vague memory of the events themselves.
I remember how lovely it felt to raise my face to the warm sunshine but know the sun on my face these days bring only a slight fear since having skin cancer. I remember the pain of sore feet in new shoes when I was about 16. The shoes were cute so I gladly suffered the pain rather than changing shoes.
I remember the feel of heartache...that happened many times over my lifetime but I haven't felt that in a long, long time. I hope I never do again.
I also hold dear in my memories the feeling of being hugged by friends who love me. Those are such pleasant memories.
Memories...it's a good idea to fill your mind with as many good ones as you can manage so that they can push the bad ones to a small corner where they can't overwhelm you ever again.
Stored away in my memory are surprisingly fresh pictures of the day a girl pushed me hard when I was about 12 years old. It hurt but I refused to flinch and hit her back hard enough that she never approached me again. I remember the sting of pain when my grandmother whipped me with my skipping rope or my grandfather's razor strop. But I don't remember the feel of pain when I gave birth to my children, only a vague memory of the events themselves.
I remember how lovely it felt to raise my face to the warm sunshine but know the sun on my face these days bring only a slight fear since having skin cancer. I remember the pain of sore feet in new shoes when I was about 16. The shoes were cute so I gladly suffered the pain rather than changing shoes.
I remember the feel of heartache...that happened many times over my lifetime but I haven't felt that in a long, long time. I hope I never do again.
I also hold dear in my memories the feeling of being hugged by friends who love me. Those are such pleasant memories.
Memories...it's a good idea to fill your mind with as many good ones as you can manage so that they can push the bad ones to a small corner where they can't overwhelm you ever again.
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Voting
I've been watching the American republican candidates as they travel the country begging for votes and it makes me glad I don't fall for their bulls..t anymore and it also makes me sad that politicians never change.
Has there ever been an election where the candidate didn't occasionally show up with his shirt sleeves rolled up and not wearing a tie? They are trying to portray themselves as just one of the common people, someone who can identify with our needs and wants and most of us fall for it. Most of us are able to forget that the politician pulls in millions of dollars a year and has never been poor in his life. Most of us think he really does want to make things better for us. I say bulls..t!
Mitt Romney could well beat Obama in the next election and he tries awfully hard to look like one of the masses but he can't erase that "privileged" persona. He can push his sleeves up all he wants but his manicure and upper class bearing insures he'll never be mistaken for a true working man. Not that regular working men don't sneak in a manicure now and then but it's fairly rare.
I wouldn't be surprised if, at one time, he's donned a cowboy shirt and cowboy boots to entice the farm vote. It's embarrassing, really, seeing to what extent these politicians will go to buy a vote. They'd wear a clown suit if there were enough clowns to make it worth their while.
Our elected officials can even be jailed for felonies and still almost count on being re-elected once they get out of jail. Many of us voters blind ourselves to the game so well that we're able to be convinced that a good old boy who dresses down and has the gift of gab is fit to lead us even if he's a criminal. I wonder when we'll wake up and open our eyes.
Mitt Romney isn't a criminal, so far as I know, but he isn't aiming to become president of the United States to do the common good. He's in it to continue robbing the poor to pay the rich...just like all of them.
Has there ever been an election where the candidate didn't occasionally show up with his shirt sleeves rolled up and not wearing a tie? They are trying to portray themselves as just one of the common people, someone who can identify with our needs and wants and most of us fall for it. Most of us are able to forget that the politician pulls in millions of dollars a year and has never been poor in his life. Most of us think he really does want to make things better for us. I say bulls..t!
Mitt Romney could well beat Obama in the next election and he tries awfully hard to look like one of the masses but he can't erase that "privileged" persona. He can push his sleeves up all he wants but his manicure and upper class bearing insures he'll never be mistaken for a true working man. Not that regular working men don't sneak in a manicure now and then but it's fairly rare.
I wouldn't be surprised if, at one time, he's donned a cowboy shirt and cowboy boots to entice the farm vote. It's embarrassing, really, seeing to what extent these politicians will go to buy a vote. They'd wear a clown suit if there were enough clowns to make it worth their while.
Our elected officials can even be jailed for felonies and still almost count on being re-elected once they get out of jail. Many of us voters blind ourselves to the game so well that we're able to be convinced that a good old boy who dresses down and has the gift of gab is fit to lead us even if he's a criminal. I wonder when we'll wake up and open our eyes.
Mitt Romney isn't a criminal, so far as I know, but he isn't aiming to become president of the United States to do the common good. He's in it to continue robbing the poor to pay the rich...just like all of them.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Gambling
My daughter, Cindy, and my friend, Sylvia, frown on my love of the casino. I wonder if they ever think that they are taking a gamble every day of their lives just by crawling out of bed in the morning? They are taking a chance that they'll get through the day without accident, either at work or driving.
Getting married is a gamble, too. In the heat of first love, you don't even try to look beyond the skin to see what kind of person lies inside, do you? A lot of people have discovered too late that they married a monster.
Having children is another gamble. Will they be good kids? Will they be healthy kids? Will we still like each other when they're adults?
You gamble big time when you vote. That's one gamble I won't take again because I can't find a decent politician to vote for.
Driving is a terrible gamble. The roads are so dangerous and filled with angry or inept drivers. Personally, I love to drive and just hope the crazies won't notice me out there.
Living is the biggest gamble of all because you know without a doubt that one day, near or far, you're going to lose.
That said, I love to gamble and enjoy the thrill of possiblities so I'm going to keep on trucking. By the way, I won $30 today at the internet casino but I won't tell you how much I lost in the cruise ship casinos.
Getting married is a gamble, too. In the heat of first love, you don't even try to look beyond the skin to see what kind of person lies inside, do you? A lot of people have discovered too late that they married a monster.
Having children is another gamble. Will they be good kids? Will they be healthy kids? Will we still like each other when they're adults?
You gamble big time when you vote. That's one gamble I won't take again because I can't find a decent politician to vote for.
Driving is a terrible gamble. The roads are so dangerous and filled with angry or inept drivers. Personally, I love to drive and just hope the crazies won't notice me out there.
Living is the biggest gamble of all because you know without a doubt that one day, near or far, you're going to lose.
That said, I love to gamble and enjoy the thrill of possiblities so I'm going to keep on trucking. By the way, I won $30 today at the internet casino but I won't tell you how much I lost in the cruise ship casinos.
Monday, January 30, 2012
The Cruise
Our cruise was with Norwegian Cruise Lines (Norwegian Star), left Sunday, January 22 and returned Sunday, January 29. There were 54 of us from our park and I haven't heard from one who would ever cruise with Norwegian again.
The experience wasn't horrible but there were various problems that caused me to make that decision...one was the fact that the bathroom in our room was smaller than the one in my little trailer here in Florida. Then, with 3 senior ladies in our room, one had to climb up a ladder onto a bunkbed (on Carnival cruises we had 3 separate beds on the floor). Another problem was the layout of the main diningroom where the servers working area was inbetween table groupings which caused more noise and upheaval than we ever had with Carnival. Last, for me, was how curt and unfriendly many of the staff were. The friendliest ones were the cleaning staff.
That said, we did have a wonderful time because we chose to do so. We visited Roatan, Honduras and learned something of it's friendly people. I believe this is a newer stop for the cruise lines because it's still relatively unspoiled.
We visited Costa Maya (never heard of it before) and saw the beauty there amongst the poverty. We took a taxi into the nearby village (beach and vendors!!) and our tour guide from the park, Debbie, traded her used Reboks for a very nice necklace and bracelet that I'd paid $25 for. The vendor wasn't interested in my slip on sandals, I guess. Debbie went back to the ship in bare feet.
We visited Belize and fought our way through terribly aggressive vendors. I'd always thought Belize was sort of a luxury city but discovered it was mainly a very poor one. The city of Belize is built on landfill which is below sea level and it has to be completely evacuated during a severe storm.
Our last stop was Cozumel where we again fought our way through unbearably aggressive vendors until we found a nice tour guide to take us around the island. One of our stops was at a tequila factory where we enjoyed many, many samples of excellent tequila. I'd never tasted it before and was surprised how good the good stuff ($80 per bottle) was. We didn't buy any but we sure did enjoy the tasting.
We had one sea day at the beginning of the cruise and one sea day at the end so we got together with a group of friends and played "65" on those afternoons.
My Cindy wrote that my generation might be the last to enjoy retirement pleasures like this and she could well be right about that. My generation benefited from the unions that we or our spouses belonged to but the present generation might not have it as good. Unions used to be very powerful and influential but, like so many instances of abuse of power, the unions have sort of made a mess of the economy in some cases so they've lost strength.
None of us here in my little Florida park are millionaires but we are comfortable. We enjoy ourselves as long as our health allows and that's the main thing. Life is often what you chose to make of it and it doesn't take riches to make it good. It usually takes attitude...good relatives and friends are a bonus!
Anyway, I sadly said goodbye to Mary today when Don came to pick her up. I love her dearly and completely enjoy her company so it's been a fun 2 weeks having her with me. Our other roommate on the cruise, Sylvia, is another treasure of a friend but she'll be here in the park until April just like me. We were fairly crowded in our stateroom but never had even the tiniest dispute. We laughed at inconveniences and just carried on enjoying every moment we could and that's a sign of a darned good friendship. The two of them even took turns sleeping on that awful bunkbed because my knees couldn't have handled the crawl across it.
Now here I am, alone in my quiet little trailer and honestly enjoying the solitude...until tomorrow when the social whirl begins again. Thank you, Dennis.
The experience wasn't horrible but there were various problems that caused me to make that decision...one was the fact that the bathroom in our room was smaller than the one in my little trailer here in Florida. Then, with 3 senior ladies in our room, one had to climb up a ladder onto a bunkbed (on Carnival cruises we had 3 separate beds on the floor). Another problem was the layout of the main diningroom where the servers working area was inbetween table groupings which caused more noise and upheaval than we ever had with Carnival. Last, for me, was how curt and unfriendly many of the staff were. The friendliest ones were the cleaning staff.
That said, we did have a wonderful time because we chose to do so. We visited Roatan, Honduras and learned something of it's friendly people. I believe this is a newer stop for the cruise lines because it's still relatively unspoiled.
We visited Costa Maya (never heard of it before) and saw the beauty there amongst the poverty. We took a taxi into the nearby village (beach and vendors!!) and our tour guide from the park, Debbie, traded her used Reboks for a very nice necklace and bracelet that I'd paid $25 for. The vendor wasn't interested in my slip on sandals, I guess. Debbie went back to the ship in bare feet.
We visited Belize and fought our way through terribly aggressive vendors. I'd always thought Belize was sort of a luxury city but discovered it was mainly a very poor one. The city of Belize is built on landfill which is below sea level and it has to be completely evacuated during a severe storm.
Our last stop was Cozumel where we again fought our way through unbearably aggressive vendors until we found a nice tour guide to take us around the island. One of our stops was at a tequila factory where we enjoyed many, many samples of excellent tequila. I'd never tasted it before and was surprised how good the good stuff ($80 per bottle) was. We didn't buy any but we sure did enjoy the tasting.
We had one sea day at the beginning of the cruise and one sea day at the end so we got together with a group of friends and played "65" on those afternoons.
My Cindy wrote that my generation might be the last to enjoy retirement pleasures like this and she could well be right about that. My generation benefited from the unions that we or our spouses belonged to but the present generation might not have it as good. Unions used to be very powerful and influential but, like so many instances of abuse of power, the unions have sort of made a mess of the economy in some cases so they've lost strength.
None of us here in my little Florida park are millionaires but we are comfortable. We enjoy ourselves as long as our health allows and that's the main thing. Life is often what you chose to make of it and it doesn't take riches to make it good. It usually takes attitude...good relatives and friends are a bonus!
Anyway, I sadly said goodbye to Mary today when Don came to pick her up. I love her dearly and completely enjoy her company so it's been a fun 2 weeks having her with me. Our other roommate on the cruise, Sylvia, is another treasure of a friend but she'll be here in the park until April just like me. We were fairly crowded in our stateroom but never had even the tiniest dispute. We laughed at inconveniences and just carried on enjoying every moment we could and that's a sign of a darned good friendship. The two of them even took turns sleeping on that awful bunkbed because my knees couldn't have handled the crawl across it.
Now here I am, alone in my quiet little trailer and honestly enjoying the solitude...until tomorrow when the social whirl begins again. Thank you, Dennis.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Week With Mary
Mary is one of my closest friends and she came down to spend the week with me before we all go on our cruise. We've been on the go, running the roads like maniacs, since she got here and we're getting very tired. We both had a nap this afternoon, the first one possible to us during the whole week.
Tomorrow we go on a cruise with a whole busload of our park people. We'll go out of Tampa and visit Cozumel, Costa Maya, Belize, and Roatan. I've never heard of Costa Maya or Roatan before but I'll be quite happy to tour around them and see what they're like. Honestly, I'd be happy to even spend the whole 8 days on the ship because it's so much fun there.
Dennis refused to go on a cruise because he said he'd be bored but there just is no way that can happen. The cruise line makes sure that there are fun things going on all day and evening and the meals are always outstanding. Our little group has decided we'll eat breakfast in the dining room every morning instead of going to the buffet. For me, that will mean eating less because I'll only order what I really want instead of taking everything I see on the buffet table.
Mary's husband, Don, comes to pick her up on the Monday after we return and I'm going to miss her. Mary is a sort of relative who has always been a good friend but now is more like a sister to me. She's a great companion and so darned easy to spend time with...we laugh a lot, talk a lot, and respect each other's differences. She's a good friend and I love her dearly.
It's been a busy week but also one of the most fun weeks I'll spend down here. I'm expecting the cruise to be the topper, though, and can't wait to board that ship and start the adventure.
Life is good.
Tomorrow we go on a cruise with a whole busload of our park people. We'll go out of Tampa and visit Cozumel, Costa Maya, Belize, and Roatan. I've never heard of Costa Maya or Roatan before but I'll be quite happy to tour around them and see what they're like. Honestly, I'd be happy to even spend the whole 8 days on the ship because it's so much fun there.
Dennis refused to go on a cruise because he said he'd be bored but there just is no way that can happen. The cruise line makes sure that there are fun things going on all day and evening and the meals are always outstanding. Our little group has decided we'll eat breakfast in the dining room every morning instead of going to the buffet. For me, that will mean eating less because I'll only order what I really want instead of taking everything I see on the buffet table.
Mary's husband, Don, comes to pick her up on the Monday after we return and I'm going to miss her. Mary is a sort of relative who has always been a good friend but now is more like a sister to me. She's a great companion and so darned easy to spend time with...we laugh a lot, talk a lot, and respect each other's differences. She's a good friend and I love her dearly.
It's been a busy week but also one of the most fun weeks I'll spend down here. I'm expecting the cruise to be the topper, though, and can't wait to board that ship and start the adventure.
Life is good.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Dishonorable Marines
The photo seems to show American marines urinating on the bodies of their dead enemies. Why would anyone be surprised that, during a war, one side would have anything but contempt for the other? The sad part is that their humanity suffers in the process and that's why these marines have lost sight of common human decency.
War brings out the hidden savagery in people, allowing them to perform acts that civilization has tried to eliminate from the human psyche. It's similar to mob mentality where people become barbaric simply because they're within a group of people who have given in to their wild side.
Yes, it's horrible that these marines in American uniform committed such a disgusting act but it's not really surprising. War can be dehumanizing.
War brings out the hidden savagery in people, allowing them to perform acts that civilization has tried to eliminate from the human psyche. It's similar to mob mentality where people become barbaric simply because they're within a group of people who have given in to their wild side.
Yes, it's horrible that these marines in American uniform committed such a disgusting act but it's not really surprising. War can be dehumanizing.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Good News, Sad News
Kim had her surgery on Monday and has recovered so well that she was able to come home today. The truth is that she's probably safer at home than in a hospital full of sometimes deadly germs so I'm quite happy that she is home. Nick and Matt are with her now and Cindy will be with her tonight so she couldn't be better cared for.
Now the sort of sad news. I watched a little old lady walking today and realized that years ago I wondered why old people often walk funny. Well, the sad truth is that most of us have aches and pains that hurt when we walk. When you see an elderly person taking time to exit a car it could be because they're afraid of twisting a knee (I do that). Some seniors have back or hip pain that worsens when they're walking. Some have sore feet.
Getting old isn't for sissies but, if you can tolerate the odd ache or pain without giving in to it, you can still have a wonderful quality of life.
My knee pain was making me miserable for most of the summer and fall but it has subsided to a tweek now and then, lurking in the background and just waiting for me to give it a twist so it can claw it's way to the surface. And that's why it takes me forever to crawl out of a car! That's also why I curse a lot trying to crawl out of Kim's sports car!
But today is a good one.
Now the sort of sad news. I watched a little old lady walking today and realized that years ago I wondered why old people often walk funny. Well, the sad truth is that most of us have aches and pains that hurt when we walk. When you see an elderly person taking time to exit a car it could be because they're afraid of twisting a knee (I do that). Some seniors have back or hip pain that worsens when they're walking. Some have sore feet.
Getting old isn't for sissies but, if you can tolerate the odd ache or pain without giving in to it, you can still have a wonderful quality of life.
My knee pain was making me miserable for most of the summer and fall but it has subsided to a tweek now and then, lurking in the background and just waiting for me to give it a twist so it can claw it's way to the surface. And that's why it takes me forever to crawl out of a car! That's also why I curse a lot trying to crawl out of Kim's sports car!
But today is a good one.
Sunday, January 08, 2012
My New Watch
I'm not a fancy person who needs expensive watches to make me feel successful so I buy a watch every year or two from the flea market in Florida. It's nice to have the change so often, too. I loved this watch as soon as I saw it because of the colors in the band and also because it was stretchy with no clasps.At first I sort of thought the band looked like it was made of safety pins strung with beads but then thought, no, no-one would sell something like that. Well, when I finally got around to inspecting it closer, the band really was made of safety pins and I think it's adorable! How ingenious to use a simple and readily available product to make a watch band. You know it had to have been made in China because we Canadians and Americans are just too snooty to think of doing such a thing.
I love it and it only cost $12.
Thursday, January 05, 2012
Worrying About Kids
My daughter is having surgery on Monday and it's driving me crazy with worry. The surgery is a common one that must be performed many times daily in every hospital in the world but I don't care. This time it's being performed on my baby.
Whenever any of my kids, grandkids, or greatgrandkids are sick I can't live with myself because the worrying clouds my mind. I seem to be unable to see it all in perspective and, instead, worry myself sick about the tiny chance that something bad could happen. I know that, if it did, I'd die.
I didn't sleep well last night worrying about it. I've cancelled my Monday casino trip because I need to stay by the phone waiting to hear that she is out of surgery and resting well. I really do NEED to hear those words and will be completely on edge until I do.
It doesn't matter how old your babies are, you will worry about them in every way until the day you die. My babies are to blame for every wrinkle on my face and grey hair on my head! But I wouldn't have wanted to live my life without having those babies in the first place. Sigh!
Whenever any of my kids, grandkids, or greatgrandkids are sick I can't live with myself because the worrying clouds my mind. I seem to be unable to see it all in perspective and, instead, worry myself sick about the tiny chance that something bad could happen. I know that, if it did, I'd die.
I didn't sleep well last night worrying about it. I've cancelled my Monday casino trip because I need to stay by the phone waiting to hear that she is out of surgery and resting well. I really do NEED to hear those words and will be completely on edge until I do.
It doesn't matter how old your babies are, you will worry about them in every way until the day you die. My babies are to blame for every wrinkle on my face and grey hair on my head! But I wouldn't have wanted to live my life without having those babies in the first place. Sigh!
Monday, January 02, 2012
Winter Cold in Florida
Canada is sending down some of that cold air to Florida for the next few days. I shouldn't blame it on Canada but everyone else here does. Anyway, I added an electric blanket to my bedding when I made the bed this morning so I'm all set. It's a heady feeling to climb into a nice warm bed when the room is a little too cold for comfort and I'm looking forward to bedtime tonight.
These trailers just aren't insulated enough to keep out the cold when the temperature outside is very low. It seeps in through the poorly constructed windows and doors even when the furnace is on. I like it kind of cool so I don't use the furnace if I don't have to. Most winter days in mid Florida are sunny and it doesn't cool off until evening so it's a rare day when my furnace is required.
I'll turn on the electric blanket to a low heat about an hour before bedtime and it will be perfect when I crawl into bed. Simple pleasures, right?
These trailers just aren't insulated enough to keep out the cold when the temperature outside is very low. It seeps in through the poorly constructed windows and doors even when the furnace is on. I like it kind of cool so I don't use the furnace if I don't have to. Most winter days in mid Florida are sunny and it doesn't cool off until evening so it's a rare day when my furnace is required.
I'll turn on the electric blanket to a low heat about an hour before bedtime and it will be perfect when I crawl into bed. Simple pleasures, right?
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Eucerin Aquaphor
When I went to the drugstore (Walgreens) the other day for Visine, I also ended up buying "Aquaphor" healing ointment to use on the rash on my face. This rash appears on either side of my nose and on my chin whenever I'm under stress and, believe me, I'm under stress these days. I don't normally use face makeup but the rash was so red that it was embarrassing me and I'd used an old makeup to cover it up. Thinking I should at least buy a fresh new makeup, I stood in front of the cosmetics wondering just which one I should buy.
Along came a very nice and helpful saleslady who offered to help me and, when I told her why I wanted the makeup, she led me to Eucerin "Aquaphor" healing ointment. We both knew I shouldn't cover irritated skin with makeup but I'd tried lots of different creams with not good results. She didn't sound like someone who is just trying to sell a product but someone who really cared about my problem and was doing her best to get me the best product for the job. In any case, I took her advice and bought it.
Honest to heavens, soon after the first application I saw a reduction in the reddening. By the following night, both the reddening and the rough skin was almost gone. "Aquaphor" looks like Vaseline and the ingredients say that it is 41% Petroleum but not what the other 59% is. I've been using Valseline with some success but nothing like what I got with the "Aquaphor".
If the saleslady hadn't recommended it, I never would have thought to buy it but I'm so glad I did. These recurring rashes are terribly bothersome to me and the prescription ointment I accidently left at home doesn't work near as well as the "Aquaphor".
I don't know why it works so well or what the 59% ingredient is but I don't care. It works for me.
Along came a very nice and helpful saleslady who offered to help me and, when I told her why I wanted the makeup, she led me to Eucerin "Aquaphor" healing ointment. We both knew I shouldn't cover irritated skin with makeup but I'd tried lots of different creams with not good results. She didn't sound like someone who is just trying to sell a product but someone who really cared about my problem and was doing her best to get me the best product for the job. In any case, I took her advice and bought it.
Honest to heavens, soon after the first application I saw a reduction in the reddening. By the following night, both the reddening and the rough skin was almost gone. "Aquaphor" looks like Vaseline and the ingredients say that it is 41% Petroleum but not what the other 59% is. I've been using Valseline with some success but nothing like what I got with the "Aquaphor".
If the saleslady hadn't recommended it, I never would have thought to buy it but I'm so glad I did. These recurring rashes are terribly bothersome to me and the prescription ointment I accidently left at home doesn't work near as well as the "Aquaphor".
I don't know why it works so well or what the 59% ingredient is but I don't care. It works for me.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Anybody Got A Gun?
Well, on top of all my bloody problems, now I've got "pink eye". This is the first year I've come to Florida without having 100% health coverage (this year I have $1000 deductible) and it cost me $120 to see a doctor this morning.
I noticed yesterday that the whites of my eyes were terribly bloodshot so I paid $7 to buy Visine. This morning they were still awfully red so I hiked myself over to a clinic, not daring to wait until after the new year, and saw a very nice doctor who gave me a prescription and told me I needed to lose weight. He could have omitted the last part because it has nothing to do with my eyes, damn it.
Off I went to Walmart to fill the prescription and was delighted and amazed to find it only cost me a total of $4. What kind of antibiotic costs $4?? Did the pharmacist think I was a welfare patient? I know I look like a rummy with these red eyes but gosh darn!
I'm staying away from my buddies for the rest of the weekend because "pink eye" can be contageous. Barb braved the germs and did come over to my place for a coffee but I kept my distance.
Now for some interesting news. Joann bought a shabby lazy susan a few years ago for us to use when we play cards. Sometimes there are so many of us we have to use the big round table and most of us can't reach into the middle. Therefore, we put the cards on the lazy susan and move it around from player to player. Last night someone noticed a distinct image of Jesus on the tray. It's in imitation woodgrain but unbelievably real so I bugged Joann to let me put it on Ebay. If someone will pay good money to buy a potato chip with the image of Jesus, our lazy susan might be a big hit. Anyway, we will gain a week of fun out of this even if it never sells. Take fun wherever you find it!
Now, this potentially contageous woman is going to stay home for a few days and play on the computer.
I noticed yesterday that the whites of my eyes were terribly bloodshot so I paid $7 to buy Visine. This morning they were still awfully red so I hiked myself over to a clinic, not daring to wait until after the new year, and saw a very nice doctor who gave me a prescription and told me I needed to lose weight. He could have omitted the last part because it has nothing to do with my eyes, damn it.
Off I went to Walmart to fill the prescription and was delighted and amazed to find it only cost me a total of $4. What kind of antibiotic costs $4?? Did the pharmacist think I was a welfare patient? I know I look like a rummy with these red eyes but gosh darn!
I'm staying away from my buddies for the rest of the weekend because "pink eye" can be contageous. Barb braved the germs and did come over to my place for a coffee but I kept my distance.
Now for some interesting news. Joann bought a shabby lazy susan a few years ago for us to use when we play cards. Sometimes there are so many of us we have to use the big round table and most of us can't reach into the middle. Therefore, we put the cards on the lazy susan and move it around from player to player. Last night someone noticed a distinct image of Jesus on the tray. It's in imitation woodgrain but unbelievably real so I bugged Joann to let me put it on Ebay. If someone will pay good money to buy a potato chip with the image of Jesus, our lazy susan might be a big hit. Anyway, we will gain a week of fun out of this even if it never sells. Take fun wherever you find it!
Now, this potentially contageous woman is going to stay home for a few days and play on the computer.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Seahorse Fountain
This is the cute fountain that Shelley and John got me for Christmas. There was no trouble putting it together and getting it working, either. A seahorse is perfect for my Florida patio!
Also notice the gorgeous flowers growing right next to it! I love Florida...in the winter.
Weeki Wachee
Shelley and I went to Walmart and, since I finished my shopping first, I sat on the bench by the checkout to wait for her. Before I sat down I noticed an elderly lady sitting there with a wild acting younger man sitting next to her but I sat down anyway. I knew he was on some sort of drugs because he couldn't keep his arms and legs still...they were in constant motion as he leaned close to the lady and told her the same story over and over and over again. I was a little worried for her so I paid close attention, occasionally thinking that maybe I should call for security.
It was apparent that the man was a stranger to her as he explained what a great time he'd had at a girlfriend's house the day before in Weeki Wachee. Unfortunately for him, she had a boyfriend that showed up, too. The guy would ask the old lady if she'd ever heard of Weeki Wachee and she replied no a few times but, after the third or fourth telling of his story, she started to reply that she had heard of it. She might have been senile or she might have been polite.
I'll bet he told her the same story 50 times while I sat there eavesdropping, all the while flailing his arms and legs uncontrollably. He also told her that he liked to come to Walmart so that he could help people. Oh, oh! Then I was worried that he might attach himself to her when she left the store but she had said that she was waiting for her husband so maybe her husband would be more wary of this character.
Shelley finally showed up and we left but I still felt there was something I should have done for that lady. Maybe I was just sticking my nose in where it wasn't wanted but I was worried for her safety. Anyway, I walked away and did nothing.
I told Shelley that she never had to worry about me in a situation like that because I'm naturally suspicious and careful of people I don't know. The elderly are often easy targets because most of us can be too trusting, enjoying the "kindness" of strangers without question. You can't do that in this world.
Anyway, little old lady from Walmart, I hope your husband showed up and sent that druggie packing.
It was apparent that the man was a stranger to her as he explained what a great time he'd had at a girlfriend's house the day before in Weeki Wachee. Unfortunately for him, she had a boyfriend that showed up, too. The guy would ask the old lady if she'd ever heard of Weeki Wachee and she replied no a few times but, after the third or fourth telling of his story, she started to reply that she had heard of it. She might have been senile or she might have been polite.
I'll bet he told her the same story 50 times while I sat there eavesdropping, all the while flailing his arms and legs uncontrollably. He also told her that he liked to come to Walmart so that he could help people. Oh, oh! Then I was worried that he might attach himself to her when she left the store but she had said that she was waiting for her husband so maybe her husband would be more wary of this character.
Shelley finally showed up and we left but I still felt there was something I should have done for that lady. Maybe I was just sticking my nose in where it wasn't wanted but I was worried for her safety. Anyway, I walked away and did nothing.
I told Shelley that she never had to worry about me in a situation like that because I'm naturally suspicious and careful of people I don't know. The elderly are often easy targets because most of us can be too trusting, enjoying the "kindness" of strangers without question. You can't do that in this world.
Anyway, little old lady from Walmart, I hope your husband showed up and sent that druggie packing.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Christmas With Shelley & Hers
This is an especially lovely Christmas for me this year because I'm spending it at Shelley's house. Lisette and Nicole are home from school and Jake and John are here, of course. It warms myt heart to see the interaction between these people...they are the closest of families, having learned from their families on both sides. Family is of utmost importance to all of us.
I brought my Swedish weaving, Tyson's afghan, to work on when I have time. This sweet family likes to sleep in late and I'm an early riser who doesn't like to disturb them with the T.V. so weaving is necessary. Tyson's afghan is starting to shape up and I really do like the effect of the rather gaudy colors of his favorite football team, the Minnesota Vikings. Purple, gold, and white look happy together!
The temperature is in the 80's but the house is filled with Xmas spirit. Shelley and the kids did some baking this afternoon so the house also smells really nice, too. They've already decorated the inside and outside of the house with lights so the warm weather can't stop us from enjoying one of the loveliest and joyful of seasons. Who needs snow??
I taught Jake to play "65" yesterday and he seemed to actually like it once we got started. I think he only played at first out of courtesy for his Gramma. I actually was the only one to screw up by passing him 2 wild cards by mistake. I also brought them a "Rummicubes" game which I believe they'll love once they learn how to play it. It requires a degree of intelligence whereas "65" is mainly luck and memory.
John bought a Xmas jig-saw puzzle to be put out tomorrow. Shelley wants to keep up with her father's traditions of always having a jig-saw puzzle to work on every Xmas day. I remember how none of my grandsons were interested in helping until the year I bought a puzzle consisting of nothing but women's butts in thongs. All of a sudden you couldn't pry them away from it. Wonder why? Anyway, having family traditions make for good memories, no matter what they are.
I love this house. Not only is it beautiful but the family who lives here fills it with love that makes me feel so darned lucky to be here. The only thing more that I could wish for would be for my whole family to be here. I really hate being away from Nolan and Nash because I know they'll be the life of Xmas back home. I sure hope someone posts a lot of pictures!!
Oh well, this will still be a dream Xmas for me and one I'll always remember...what I don't understand is how the heck I managed to change the printing style!!!! Hope it's not permanent because this is Shelley's computer. Sigh!
I brought my Swedish weaving, Tyson's afghan, to work on when I have time. This sweet family likes to sleep in late and I'm an early riser who doesn't like to disturb them with the T.V. so weaving is necessary. Tyson's afghan is starting to shape up and I really do like the effect of the rather gaudy colors of his favorite football team, the Minnesota Vikings. Purple, gold, and white look happy together!
The temperature is in the 80's but the house is filled with Xmas spirit. Shelley and the kids did some baking this afternoon so the house also smells really nice, too. They've already decorated the inside and outside of the house with lights so the warm weather can't stop us from enjoying one of the loveliest and joyful of seasons. Who needs snow??
I taught Jake to play "65" yesterday and he seemed to actually like it once we got started. I think he only played at first out of courtesy for his Gramma. I actually was the only one to screw up by passing him 2 wild cards by mistake. I also brought them a "Rummicubes" game which I believe they'll love once they learn how to play it. It requires a degree of intelligence whereas "65" is mainly luck and memory.
John bought a Xmas jig-saw puzzle to be put out tomorrow. Shelley wants to keep up with her father's traditions of always having a jig-saw puzzle to work on every Xmas day. I remember how none of my grandsons were interested in helping until the year I bought a puzzle consisting of nothing but women's butts in thongs. All of a sudden you couldn't pry them away from it. Wonder why? Anyway, having family traditions make for good memories, no matter what they are.
I love this house. Not only is it beautiful but the family who lives here fills it with love that makes me feel so darned lucky to be here. The only thing more that I could wish for would be for my whole family to be here. I really hate being away from Nolan and Nash because I know they'll be the life of Xmas back home. I sure hope someone posts a lot of pictures!!
Oh well, this will still be a dream Xmas for me and one I'll always remember...what I don't understand is how the heck I managed to change the printing style!!!! Hope it's not permanent because this is Shelley's computer. Sigh!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Toes & Hair Done
Sylvia and I went out to get our toes done yesterday but I convinced her to wait for me while I had my haircut first. She's such a good soul and so easy to get along with...the best kind of friend. I got the haircut pretty fast and am sort of happy with it but it's a little shorter than I'd prefer. I seem to have that problem with haircuts most of the time.
Then we went for our pedicures and luxuriated in the treatment, feeling very privileged to be able to do this. My pedicurist was a young man who did a very nice job and I commented that when he was married his wife would be a very lucky woman. It got me thinking about how easy it is to please a woman. Just have a job and bring home your pay, smile a lot and agree with her, and give her the occasional backrub or pedicure. We women don't ask for much, really. I could add a few more things to that list but every woman is different and it's up to the man to discover her likes and dislikes. I'm joking, of course, but there is a grain of truth in my words!
I decided to stay away from my friends one more night because I still have a tiny bit of the cold and it would be nasty to pass on any germs. There is so little worth watching on T.V. but I vegetated in front of it for the evening anyway.
Today I have to go out and get the 2 important things I forgot to get yesterday...gas and Tylenol PM. Then it's Bingo with friends tonight.
Then we went for our pedicures and luxuriated in the treatment, feeling very privileged to be able to do this. My pedicurist was a young man who did a very nice job and I commented that when he was married his wife would be a very lucky woman. It got me thinking about how easy it is to please a woman. Just have a job and bring home your pay, smile a lot and agree with her, and give her the occasional backrub or pedicure. We women don't ask for much, really. I could add a few more things to that list but every woman is different and it's up to the man to discover her likes and dislikes. I'm joking, of course, but there is a grain of truth in my words!
I decided to stay away from my friends one more night because I still have a tiny bit of the cold and it would be nasty to pass on any germs. There is so little worth watching on T.V. but I vegetated in front of it for the evening anyway.
Today I have to go out and get the 2 important things I forgot to get yesterday...gas and Tylenol PM. Then it's Bingo with friends tonight.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Christmas Bouquet
This is the beautiful Christmas bouquet that Kim, Cindy, and Don sent me. I was so pleased to see that they remembered how much I love carnations, too. This will make me happy every time I look at it! Thank you, my darlin's!New Movies Losing Money
I heard on the news this morning about how much money some of the new, highly hyped movies are losing due to uninterested patrons. Barb and I watched (me for the umpteenth time) "The Wizard of Oz" yesterday and were completely enthralled once more in the beauty of the old movie made, I think, in 1939. So, why haven't today's movie makers learned to make movies like that?
It seems as though modern movies are geared to titillate by providing more and more sex and mayhem because it's so easy for them. Throw in 2 or 3 people engaged in loveless sex and then have one of them hack the others to pieces and the movie is done. No expertise in making a good movie needed...stupid people will pay big bucks to see it, then go home and forget about it because the appeal was short-lived.
I just bought a new, larger T.V. for the trailer so we got to watch "The Wizard of Oz" in all it's glory. I mentally dissect any movie I watch and did so with this one again. But the bountiful color and fascinating story line faithfully amazed me once again, making me admire all who had a part in making this beautiful movie. I'll watch it many more times, I'm sure, and enjoy it every time. I'm looking forward to watching it with Nolan and Nash and seeing it through their sweet, young eyes. It was a timeless movie, made for young and old, and it will be around when porn is long forgotten.
It seems as though modern movies are geared to titillate by providing more and more sex and mayhem because it's so easy for them. Throw in 2 or 3 people engaged in loveless sex and then have one of them hack the others to pieces and the movie is done. No expertise in making a good movie needed...stupid people will pay big bucks to see it, then go home and forget about it because the appeal was short-lived.
I just bought a new, larger T.V. for the trailer so we got to watch "The Wizard of Oz" in all it's glory. I mentally dissect any movie I watch and did so with this one again. But the bountiful color and fascinating story line faithfully amazed me once again, making me admire all who had a part in making this beautiful movie. I'll watch it many more times, I'm sure, and enjoy it every time. I'm looking forward to watching it with Nolan and Nash and seeing it through their sweet, young eyes. It was a timeless movie, made for young and old, and it will be around when porn is long forgotten.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
My New T.V.
I know I've been saying how much I hate having to do so much for myself since Dennis passed away but, when I do accomplish something new, it makes me feel awfully good about myself. Today, I purchased a new T.V. for the trailer (26"), removed the old one (19") which was very heavy and installed the new one. This may sound like idiot's work but I've never done this before and wasn't sure exactly how to do it. It was simple but I'm most proud of myself for even attempting it. I still hate having to deal with everything by myself, though. Teaching Them How To Wash
I'm still steaming from the latest excuse for a pedophile to be naked in the shower with a child....teaching them how to wash themselves!!! I think back to when I was teaching my own children and grandchildren how to bathe and it never involved me touching them. I pointed things out that needed doing. How can anyone believe that Sandusky was only naked in the shower with a 10 year old boy so that he could teach him how to wash himself? If this creature goes free because a juror buys his lies, he'll continue to molest children. How do people like this live with themselves?
I also have a hard time understanding how a lawyer can defend him. How can anyone try to convince a jury to set this pedophile free to continue abusing children? It's a mystery to me how and why Sandusky has been allowed to do this for so many years without someone...his wife, for one...stopping him. Maybe crimes like this will become rare now that the victims feel freer about confronting and charging pedophiles for the abuse they suffered. We can only hope.
I also have a hard time understanding how a lawyer can defend him. How can anyone try to convince a jury to set this pedophile free to continue abusing children? It's a mystery to me how and why Sandusky has been allowed to do this for so many years without someone...his wife, for one...stopping him. Maybe crimes like this will become rare now that the victims feel freer about confronting and charging pedophiles for the abuse they suffered. We can only hope.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Good News on the "Lip"
Even though the lip has been gradually healing, it's been sort of a slow process. For the last while, the scab would come off leaving a reasonable facsimile of a normal lip underneath but it just didn't quite look or feel right. By the next day it would be covered once again by a thinner scab or scaling. But today, for the first time, the scab or scaling didn't return to a large section of my lip and it feels wonderful. I'm assuming, maybe prematurely, that the rest of the lip will follow suit in short order.
It's been 64 days since the last radiation treatment so much longet than I'd been led to believe before the scabbing would be gone but right now I don't care. My lip is beginning to feel normal for the first time since more than 2 years ago when the first tiny sore appeared. It was then I should have told the dermatologist to treat it but I chose to ignore it and the end result was skin cancer that required serious treatment.
In any case, all that I went through with the treatments was worth it in the long run. I suppose I knew this during and after treatments but it's nice to see the beginning of the end after all this time. When I look back on photos when my lip was at it's worst, I can't believe I held myself together mentally without cracking up. It wasn't easy but it wasn't a disaster. Maybe it even made me a stronger person being able to deal with the whole damn thing.
I guess it's true that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
It's been 64 days since the last radiation treatment so much longet than I'd been led to believe before the scabbing would be gone but right now I don't care. My lip is beginning to feel normal for the first time since more than 2 years ago when the first tiny sore appeared. It was then I should have told the dermatologist to treat it but I chose to ignore it and the end result was skin cancer that required serious treatment.
In any case, all that I went through with the treatments was worth it in the long run. I suppose I knew this during and after treatments but it's nice to see the beginning of the end after all this time. When I look back on photos when my lip was at it's worst, I can't believe I held myself together mentally without cracking up. It wasn't easy but it wasn't a disaster. Maybe it even made me a stronger person being able to deal with the whole damn thing.
I guess it's true that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Cell Phones & Driving
I'm a long time hater of using the telephone so there was no way I'd become tied to a cell phone. I did recently buy one but that was because of problems with my car and I might need a phone to call for help if it broke down.
It used to be that, if you saw a car weaving from the center line to the shoulder of the road, you could honestly assume the driver was drunk but not these days. At least I hope not because I see a lot of this kind of erratic driving every single time I'm on the road. No, the culprit now is the dreaded cell phone. People just don't seem to realize or care that they can't concentrate on their driving while carrying on a conversation on their phone. I even notice that my concentration isn't as good if I'm talking to a passenger.
The other day I was driving down the highway behind a car that continually rolled onto the shoulder before over-correcting and then driving over the center line. I don't pass these drivers without taking caution to make sure they aren't hitting that center line the same time as I pass them so I had enough time to notice a baby car seat in their car. Was there actually a baby in there while it's mother thought more of her telephone call than the safety of her child? It was a young woman driver so it well could have been.
Drivers who talk on their cell phones are self-centered individuals who really have no concern for the dangers they put other drivers in. It's been a proven fact that talking on cell phones while driving has caused many accidents that resulted in death of the driver or innocent people. So why do people continue this dangerous habit? Inconsideration is the only answer.
I've seen women curling their hair while driving. I've seen men reading a map while driving. I know of a person who will remain unnamed who put in her contacts while driving. People have told me they saw men using their computer while driving. What is wrong with these people?
I just hope some of them will see the light and mend their ways. If they do, the roads will be safer for all of us.
It used to be that, if you saw a car weaving from the center line to the shoulder of the road, you could honestly assume the driver was drunk but not these days. At least I hope not because I see a lot of this kind of erratic driving every single time I'm on the road. No, the culprit now is the dreaded cell phone. People just don't seem to realize or care that they can't concentrate on their driving while carrying on a conversation on their phone. I even notice that my concentration isn't as good if I'm talking to a passenger.
The other day I was driving down the highway behind a car that continually rolled onto the shoulder before over-correcting and then driving over the center line. I don't pass these drivers without taking caution to make sure they aren't hitting that center line the same time as I pass them so I had enough time to notice a baby car seat in their car. Was there actually a baby in there while it's mother thought more of her telephone call than the safety of her child? It was a young woman driver so it well could have been.
Drivers who talk on their cell phones are self-centered individuals who really have no concern for the dangers they put other drivers in. It's been a proven fact that talking on cell phones while driving has caused many accidents that resulted in death of the driver or innocent people. So why do people continue this dangerous habit? Inconsideration is the only answer.
I've seen women curling their hair while driving. I've seen men reading a map while driving. I know of a person who will remain unnamed who put in her contacts while driving. People have told me they saw men using their computer while driving. What is wrong with these people?
I just hope some of them will see the light and mend their ways. If they do, the roads will be safer for all of us.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Shelley, RN,BSN
I hope I did that right. Shelley graduated last night with a Batchelor of Science in Nursing degree to go along with her Registered Nurse degree. She also graduated Summa Cum Laude (3.9 average), Nursing Honors, and Nursing Home Society Candidate. I know she's very proud of her accomplishments and so are we, her family and friends. Shelley worked awfully darned hard to achieve what she did.
Along to watch the ceremony was husband, John, daughters Lisette and Nicole, son Jake, friends Rachelle and Janice, brother-in-law George, and sister-in-law Rosie. We sat in awe and respect for the 200 graduates who were receiving various medical degrees, knowing that it hadn't come easy for any of them. They were all to be admired for their dedication to advancing their knowledge which would benefit every patient who passed their way in the future. Many, like Shelley, plan to further their aspirations by returning for even higher degrees. There was a lot to admire last night.
It was a magical evening and I knew that somewhere Shelley's father was taking note and feeling pride in his daughter. I could almost see his smile.
Along to watch the ceremony was husband, John, daughters Lisette and Nicole, son Jake, friends Rachelle and Janice, brother-in-law George, and sister-in-law Rosie. We sat in awe and respect for the 200 graduates who were receiving various medical degrees, knowing that it hadn't come easy for any of them. They were all to be admired for their dedication to advancing their knowledge which would benefit every patient who passed their way in the future. Many, like Shelley, plan to further their aspirations by returning for even higher degrees. There was a lot to admire last night.
It was a magical evening and I knew that somewhere Shelley's father was taking note and feeling pride in his daughter. I could almost see his smile.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Growing
It used to be that we only had a few friends at our card table before the new year but this year we've filled it almost to beyond capacity. I really do love this because it shows over and over how well we all get along and enjoy each other's company. I am a little sad that in the new year more of our friends will arrive and that will mean we will have to use separate tables for our games. I hate to lose any of my buddies even to a table right next to mine because I have so much fun with them. When you hear laughter coming from another card table, you feel as though you're missing out on some of the fun.
Spending my winters in Florida has completely changed my life for the better. It isn't just escaping the cold Canadian winter climate but it's given me the opportunity to meet so many nice people. Most of the people come to this park for the same reasons. They just aren't ready to hibernate in the cold and want to take advantage of living in a close community with neighbors who are in similar circumstances. There are a lot of activities available to us that usually aren't at home and we don't have to shovel snow to get to them. No-one here, even singles, have to sit at home alone every day and night because there is group activity every night and most days. You only have to choose which one to participate in.
Growing up I always had close female friends and just took for granted that this would continue forever but my adult years were different. My husband frowned on me having any relationships outside the family so I sort of drifted away from friends of my own. In my senior years I began to balk at being isolated and became good friends with Faye and Mary who are like sisters to me today. Then, coming to this park for the winter where friendships thrive like Florida sunshine, I made many new friendships that I treasure. I honestly don't think I've ever laughed as much in my life as I have since coming here. We're a happy bunch of people, living a darned good life in our golden years.
I do miss my family back home but Shelley lives in Tampa now so I'll get to see her often during the winter. And when I head back home in April, it will be with a happy heart to see the people I love there. I know my winters in Florida are numbered because of age and funds so each one I have is a bonus. Looking ahead to the time when I can't come here anymore, I've already decided that I'll get deeply involved with the senior center. I'm going to enjoy every moment that I can while I can. I think that's a healthy attitude.
Spending my winters in Florida has completely changed my life for the better. It isn't just escaping the cold Canadian winter climate but it's given me the opportunity to meet so many nice people. Most of the people come to this park for the same reasons. They just aren't ready to hibernate in the cold and want to take advantage of living in a close community with neighbors who are in similar circumstances. There are a lot of activities available to us that usually aren't at home and we don't have to shovel snow to get to them. No-one here, even singles, have to sit at home alone every day and night because there is group activity every night and most days. You only have to choose which one to participate in.
Growing up I always had close female friends and just took for granted that this would continue forever but my adult years were different. My husband frowned on me having any relationships outside the family so I sort of drifted away from friends of my own. In my senior years I began to balk at being isolated and became good friends with Faye and Mary who are like sisters to me today. Then, coming to this park for the winter where friendships thrive like Florida sunshine, I made many new friendships that I treasure. I honestly don't think I've ever laughed as much in my life as I have since coming here. We're a happy bunch of people, living a darned good life in our golden years.
I do miss my family back home but Shelley lives in Tampa now so I'll get to see her often during the winter. And when I head back home in April, it will be with a happy heart to see the people I love there. I know my winters in Florida are numbered because of age and funds so each one I have is a bonus. Looking ahead to the time when I can't come here anymore, I've already decided that I'll get deeply involved with the senior center. I'm going to enjoy every moment that I can while I can. I think that's a healthy attitude.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Aloe
For most of my adult years, whenever I was upset, my face would break out in rashes on various locations. Lately, not only have I been plagued with this darned scab on my lip but my face broke out pretty severely, too. I do have a prescription cream from the dermatologist that I use when this happens but it's back home so I was at a loss as to what to do about the rashes. Then I remembered that the juices inside the leaves of the aloe plant is supposed to work miracles on skin conditions and even sores. I happen to have aloe plants growing wild outside my trailer.
I went out and cut off one leaf and brought it in the house, placed it in a baggie to keep in the fridge. First I cut off a small piece and peeled the outer layer back to expose the sort of slimy innards, this is what I applied to the areas that were reddened by rashes...they really looked awful, by the way. Immediately, I noticed the redness fading away and by morning the rashes were almost completely cleared up. I had no idea that aloe was this powerful but I plan on using it all winter and even bringing home one of the baby plants that spring out beside the mother plant.
Isn't nature fascinating?
I went out and cut off one leaf and brought it in the house, placed it in a baggie to keep in the fridge. First I cut off a small piece and peeled the outer layer back to expose the sort of slimy innards, this is what I applied to the areas that were reddened by rashes...they really looked awful, by the way. Immediately, I noticed the redness fading away and by morning the rashes were almost completely cleared up. I had no idea that aloe was this powerful but I plan on using it all winter and even bringing home one of the baby plants that spring out beside the mother plant.
Isn't nature fascinating?
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Winter in Florida
This has got to be the cutest flower planter that I've ever had. I got it at a yard sale for $1 and knew I'd love it forever. The Christmas cactus that I've set inside it is another story. It cost $5 and seems awfully darned small for that price. Whatever, the planter makes me smile every time I look at it!Speak Up
Evil flourishes in secrecy. It is up to all of us to speak up when we've been victimized, whether it be by a powerful individual or a corrupt corporation.
When it was brought to light that Sandusky was sexually abusing young boys under his control, I knew that these episodes weren't restricted to just recent years. Pedophiles are not born that way but they do start experimenting when they are quite young. Most marry and even have children but once they've crossed that invisible line between normal and deviant sexual interest they rarely stop offending.
I very much admire the young men who have stepped forward into the glaring spotlight to tell how he abused them. It can't be easy for them and I'm sure their reasons for exposing Sandusky is to save any children in the future from going through what they did. They are very brave and strong individuals.
How many young lives wouldn't have been messed up by this evil man if people who knew what he was doing had stopped him years ago. I'm not referring to the victims but to the bystanders who turned a blind eye to his horrible behaviour. This is a good example of why we need to speak out against what we know is wrong, regardless of the possibility of being attacked for speaking out ourselves.
Why Penn State University officials didn't put a stop to this years ago can be interpreted as their unwillingness to alienate a man who was useful to them and their school. If so, none of those knowledgable officials should be able to look at their own children and grandchildren without shame ever again.
I, for one, would rip the heart out of any person who sexually abused my babies. Creatures like Sandusky who prey on young children have no right to be part of our society and it's way past time that we jail abusers for the rest of their lives.
When it was brought to light that Sandusky was sexually abusing young boys under his control, I knew that these episodes weren't restricted to just recent years. Pedophiles are not born that way but they do start experimenting when they are quite young. Most marry and even have children but once they've crossed that invisible line between normal and deviant sexual interest they rarely stop offending.
I very much admire the young men who have stepped forward into the glaring spotlight to tell how he abused them. It can't be easy for them and I'm sure their reasons for exposing Sandusky is to save any children in the future from going through what they did. They are very brave and strong individuals.
How many young lives wouldn't have been messed up by this evil man if people who knew what he was doing had stopped him years ago. I'm not referring to the victims but to the bystanders who turned a blind eye to his horrible behaviour. This is a good example of why we need to speak out against what we know is wrong, regardless of the possibility of being attacked for speaking out ourselves.
Why Penn State University officials didn't put a stop to this years ago can be interpreted as their unwillingness to alienate a man who was useful to them and their school. If so, none of those knowledgable officials should be able to look at their own children and grandchildren without shame ever again.
I, for one, would rip the heart out of any person who sexually abused my babies. Creatures like Sandusky who prey on young children have no right to be part of our society and it's way past time that we jail abusers for the rest of their lives.
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
From Slavery to the Good Life
There is a T.V. ad for a website to trace your ancestry and the spokesman claims he found his ancestor who had been a slave who became a businessman before he died. Now, whether or not this spokesman is telling the truth or just acting out a part, the fact is that many slaves did prosper during their lifetimes.
If I was the great granddaughter of someone who had doggedly dragged themselves up from slavery to prosperity, I would be so darned proud of them. And, if I had the misfortune to be enslaved, I would be so proud of any of my progeny who prospered.
Slavery has always been a shameful part of our history because it completely goes against the concept of how human beings should behave. The fact that it has remained shameful tells us just how unacceptable it was to the vast majority of the people. And I'm referring to the white population! If the white population as a whole had agreed with enslaving blacks, it would still be occurring. It was by far the intervention of decent white people that black slaves were freed and allowed to rise or fall by their own hand.
I can't help but admire the tenacity of the freed slaves who did go on to educate themselves and live better lives. They elevated their own status and then provided for their children and grandchildren with the fruits of their labor. They, and the white population which stood behind them, offered a better life for their offspring than they probably would have had in Africa. Many fell by the wayside and continued to lead downtrodden lives but many took advantage of what was offered and went on to be successful in whatever they chose.
When I think of what the strongest impetus was for either failing or succeeding, it had to be pride. Without pride, you can't believe in yourself and those slaves who did succeed are living proof that it doesn't matter what you came from, if your have pride in yourself, you will succeed in life.
Succeeding doesn't mean gaining riches, it means gaining satisfaction with the way your life is turning out. It means being happy and content with your status quo.
I'm thinking right now of the children who committed suicide because bullies beat down their self esteem and made them lose pride and confidence in themselves. If only someone had been able to instill confidence in those poor souls, no bully could have affected them. We need to remind our children that the bullies are really the weak and pitiful ones because they can only feel good about themselves if they make someone else miserable.
Pride is a catalyst to success, whether in business or lifestyle. Pride means that you will never give up making a good life for yourself. Pride gives you strength to persevere.
So be proud of yourself! And, to the bullies, if you had any pride in yourselves you wouldn't be bullying.
If I was the great granddaughter of someone who had doggedly dragged themselves up from slavery to prosperity, I would be so darned proud of them. And, if I had the misfortune to be enslaved, I would be so proud of any of my progeny who prospered.
Slavery has always been a shameful part of our history because it completely goes against the concept of how human beings should behave. The fact that it has remained shameful tells us just how unacceptable it was to the vast majority of the people. And I'm referring to the white population! If the white population as a whole had agreed with enslaving blacks, it would still be occurring. It was by far the intervention of decent white people that black slaves were freed and allowed to rise or fall by their own hand.
I can't help but admire the tenacity of the freed slaves who did go on to educate themselves and live better lives. They elevated their own status and then provided for their children and grandchildren with the fruits of their labor. They, and the white population which stood behind them, offered a better life for their offspring than they probably would have had in Africa. Many fell by the wayside and continued to lead downtrodden lives but many took advantage of what was offered and went on to be successful in whatever they chose.
When I think of what the strongest impetus was for either failing or succeeding, it had to be pride. Without pride, you can't believe in yourself and those slaves who did succeed are living proof that it doesn't matter what you came from, if your have pride in yourself, you will succeed in life.
Succeeding doesn't mean gaining riches, it means gaining satisfaction with the way your life is turning out. It means being happy and content with your status quo.
I'm thinking right now of the children who committed suicide because bullies beat down their self esteem and made them lose pride and confidence in themselves. If only someone had been able to instill confidence in those poor souls, no bully could have affected them. We need to remind our children that the bullies are really the weak and pitiful ones because they can only feel good about themselves if they make someone else miserable.
Pride is a catalyst to success, whether in business or lifestyle. Pride means that you will never give up making a good life for yourself. Pride gives you strength to persevere.
So be proud of yourself! And, to the bullies, if you had any pride in yourselves you wouldn't be bullying.
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