Cool.

The Farmer's Almanac foretold of a cool summer for the Midwest, including Michigan, and sure enough.  How does 49-50 degree night and morning temperatures sound?  I sleep with the bedroom window open and had to switch over to the "heat" setting on my thermostat, just to take off the chill so I could take my shower.

On the other hand, I just love the temps in the 60's to mid 70's all day.  My kind of weather!!

I was running on $1.66 in my checking account and the Fur Kids only had one can of wet food left and my prescription was ready and I had one pill left here.

I checked my bank account this morning and THANK YOU, LORD, Social Security hit a day early!!  I was off and running--at 2:00.  Up to Howell, with stops at the gas station, bank, Wal-Mart (to pick up prescription) Tractor Supply (for cheap bird seed, which was on sale--SCORE).  

Then drove past my place and on to Brighton.  Cartridge World to get more inkjets, VG's (the Rich Peoples store) for two deli salads,  Grand Traverse Pie Company (pure impulse for a slice of pie for supper), Michaels, and Aldi's--hunting for the elusive Finish POWDER dishwasher detergent.

The traffic in Brighton was awful--which is normal for that time of day, but the driver's there are so polite--they will stop and let you out of side streets, malls, etc.

All that and I forgot to drop off my rent check on the way out and the way back in to the park.  DUH!!
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I called John when I got home and said, "I need your help, when you have time.  I've got two bags of bird seed in the trunk."

"Okay--give me an hour and I'll come over."
<an hour?>

Ten minutes later, Merle came riding by on his bike, saw my car trunk open and came up to the door and offered to get the bags out and fill up the bird seed can.

Okey Dokey!

Then I called John back.

"I don't need you any more."

"You aren't the first woman I've heard that from!"

I almost fell into the trap, about to say, "No.  I DO need you..." but I quickly gained my senses and said,

"I mean I don't need your help with the bird seed."

"Okay."

"Thanks, John.  See ya later."

Bahda Boom, Bahda Bing!
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Merle is really not well.  He had every test imaginable last fall and just got done with more.  Not one single thing wrong with him, that can be seen in a CAT scan, or an MRI or stress test or Echo Cardiogram or Ultra sound of his innards, plus a Colonoscopy just for good measure, and a sleep apnea test, overnight.  He doesn't have high blood pressure or cholesterol.  Nothing is wrong anywhere.  He is just weak, kind of quiet and not the jokester he used to be and he sleeps all the time. 

 Kind of sad.  Pearl has just given up on him.  Personally, I think he needs to quit work and be 
prescribed a nice, mild anti-depressant.  But that's just Dr. Judy's  observation.
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As I noted earlier,  I cannot find Finish POWDER for the dishwasher!  The repair guy  told me to use only Finish in the dishwasher, but not the Pods.  Nobody around here sells the powder anymore.  I want it!!!  

Plus, the powder is said to be a really great detergent to use in the washer for the white clothes--it gets the yellowing out.  I need that!  

Our water here is full of rust/calcium/lime.  My once beautiful white sheets are now beige--as are most of my white shirts and pants.

I see that I can order it on Amazon, which seems weird, but I just might have too.  Get a few month's supply or something.
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I have completed the blanket I was crocheting as a test, for my friend Chrissy.  It turned out quite nice and not too heavy, as I had feared.  I have washed it very delicately (just to get all the cat hair out of it), dried it, very gently, and have it folded, rolled and stored in a nice plastic bag.  I like her pattern and think it might work up really well, using a baby yarn and a size E hook, for a baby afghan.  I just may try it to see what it looks like.
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John called at 9:00 tonight.

"How are your mosquitoes?"

"My mosquitoes?  Fine I guess.  Why?"

"They are terrible here.  I took Maisey out for her bedtime walk and I got eaten up alive!"

"Well John...your back yard is by the swale.  Of course there are going to be skeeters back there.  Why didn't you walk her down the street?"

"'Cause they are terrible.  Every where!"

"I just came in from sitting out on my front porch and I didn't see or hear one mosquito.  Of course, I wasn't out walking in the grass to stir them up."

"I'm itching to death here!  I've got bites all over my arms and neck and even down my legs!  How did they get up, inside my pants?"

"Because, you were walking around, stirring them up out of the grass!  Anyway--do you have any Calamine lotion to put on?  You know...that pink stuff people use for poison ivy?"

"No.  I don't know what to do.  The itching is driving me nuts."
<Geez Louise>

"Do you have any kind of lotion?  Go look in your bathroom cabinet, or...you could make a paste out of baking soda and water and spread that on the bites."

"Baking powder?"

"No!  Baking SODA.  The kind in the orangeish box with the arm and hammer thingy on the front."
<good grief>

"Just a minute..."

I hear him walking around.

"I just found some kind of salve or something in the medicine cabinet.  It says, 'Cortisone Cream'."

"Okay.  That should work.  Try it and see.  It might take half an hour, but it should work. If you are still itching by bedtime...do you have any allergy medicine.  Like Benedryl or something like that?"

"Yes.  I have Claratin.  I'll try that.  It makes me sleepy too.  Okay.  Thanks.  We'll talk tomorrow."
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This and several instances have shown me that John is not the smartest egg in the Baker's Dozen children his parents had.  Either the gene pool was thin by the time he was conceived, #7, or....it's his Polish heritage.
<wow, how many people did I offend with those last two words?>

This goes to prove one thing--men need to be married, or at least have a woman around to take care of them.  As I have said before, men are the weirdest animals I have ever known! 

In The Blink of an Eye

feisty

adjective, feistier, feistiest.

1.

full of animation, energy, or courage; spirited; spunky; plucky:

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Maybe not so much today!

I know I have told you about the neighbor I had when I lived in Saginaw.  She lived directly across the street.  A bit eccentric, but a good person.  She was a professor at a college just north of Saginaw; Delta College.  She started the entire dental hygiene school there.  Never married.  At one time, a heavy drinker and was continually setting off her house alarm--usually in the middle of the night.  Ernie would have to get up and run across the street and shut it off for her, because in her confused state of mind, she couldn't figure it out.

When I moved, 12 years ago, she kept in touch, once in awhile.  Then, after Fred died, she started calling me every Tuesday, at precisely 4:00 in the afternoon.  Every Tuesday!  Sometimes it became an annoyance.  She had a habit of saying, "anyway" every few words.  

"Anyway, I had to pick up Sally this morning, you know to take her to her doctor's, anyway, she was not quite right in her head.  Anyway, we got there and, anyway....."

It was sort of distracting listening to her because I got to counting "anyway", just to see how many times she'd say it.  

She only had so much allotted time to talk as she had to get on with her next Tuesday phone call, on her list.  She had a list of people she called, on a certain day, at a certain time.

I was her Tuesday...at 4:00.

She didn't call on June 16th, and I wondered about it, but she did call on the 20th-the day before my birthday.

"Just called to wish you a happy birthday." and then hung up the phone.  Strange.

She didn't call on the 23rd, the next Tuesday.  I called her, but no answer so I left a message to please get back to me as I was getting worried about her.

I felt so uneasy.  I thought she must be in the hospital or dead.  If she were in the hospital, she still would have called.  So yesterday, I decided to check things out.  I went on-line and searched the Saginaw, Michigan obituaries.  And there it was--IN MY FACE!

Phyllis Ann Jernstadt, age 78, of Saginaw, formerly of Big Rapids, passed away on Wednesday, June 24, 2015. She was born on February 24, 1937 in Big Rapids, the daughter of Martin and Mary (Eichenberg) Jernstadt. She graduated from Big Rapids High School and earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Business Education in 1968 and a Master of Science degree in Occupational Education in 1991; both from Ferris State University. Early in her career, she worked as a dental assistant for Dr. Harmon in Big Rapids then Dr. Najar in Grand Rapids. Phyllis started the dental hygiene and assisting program at Delta College, Saginaw 1967, retiring in 2003. Phyllis was president of the Michigan Dental Assisting Association in 1973 and 1974. She held local office in the association throughout her career and had been the education chair for the last three years. She is survived by one sister-in-law, Betty (Jim) Jernstadt; nieces and nephews, Bill (Shirley) Jernstadt, Dale (Mary) Jernstadt, Ollie (Mary) Irvin, Gail Weller, Dana (Angela) Irvin, Ace Jernstadt, Honey (Karl) Blemaster, JT Jernstadt, Carol Jernstadt, Marty (Angela) Jernstadt, and Anna Maier; her adopted son, Tony (Liliu) Bao; grandchildren, Tony Jr. (Shelly) Bao and Julia Bao; several great and great-great nieces and nephews; plus many cousins. Also surviving is dear friend, Sally Ross. Funeral Services will be 11:00 am Monday, June 29, 2015 at the Mohnke Funeral Home in Big Rapids. Visitation will be Sunday, June 28, 2015 from 2:00 5:00 pm at the funeral home. Interment will follow Monday's service at the Highland View Cemetery. Memorial contributions may be made to the Mecosta Animal Rescue and Adoption Center.

It wasn't as if I was shocked, because I knew that I knew, but to see it was true? 

I could feel my heart starting to pound and I felt a chill all around my mid-section.  Yes--I guess I was in shock.

But--you know me.  I had to find out what and how and when and....all of it.  But how?

I checked out the funeral home guest book and found a name I recognized--a friend Phyl had talked about.  Carol Moody.  She had worked with Phyl.

I saw Carol Moody now lived in Kalamazoo.  I jumped on Face Book and found no account.  So I Googled the White Pages and there was a Carol Moody listed...in Kalamazoo.  I took a chance.  Her phone number was listed so I called.  No answer so I left a message.

"Hi--this is Judy Miller, a friend of Phyllis'.  I just found out.  Could you please call me and...if this is not the Carol Moody who was also Phyllis' friend, I apologize for this call."

She called me back!!  Carol was Phyllis' 8:00 pm, every Monday phone call.


She didn't know much either, but...Phyllis had pain, went to the doctor and he admitted her to hospital on the 15th of June.  She must have called from the hospital to wish me a happy birthday.  She had a blood clot and they were giving her blood thinners to break it up.  She was doing well, but on the 23rd, the clot broke free and went to her lungs.  They put her on a ventilator and she died the next day. 
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I sure will miss our phone calls.  Phyl kept me up to date on all the happenings in the neighborhood where I used to live.  When Ernie was sick and dying, she'd call two or three times a week to let me know what was going on across the street.  If he had been outside walking--how he looked.  What he said and how he acted when he went over to visit with her.  If I hadn't heard from him, I'd call Phyl and ask what she knew.

She told me when his house sold and all about the cute, young woman who bought it and how much she loved the house.

Phyl kept me in touch with a place I had lived and loved for 12 years.  It was nice for me to have that.  

I'm sure going to miss her Tuesday at precisely 4:00, phone calls.  

Feisty!!

That's what I have decided I am.  Feisty!!

It sounds so much better than, "cranky, old woman!"

I think that any of us widows, divorcee's--we women that live alone, or have for awhile, have to be kind of feisty, or we'd be dead by now!  

Sometimes we wake up in the middle of the dark night with a bad nightmare--we gotta get through it all on our own.

We wake up in the morning, with the aches and pains of arthritis and we don't have the option of sitting all day in our chair.  We have to get up, tend to our pets, do the house work, outside work--whatever needs doing.

We have health issues, sometimes scary ones.  Being alone can make them even scarier.  No one with us to reassure us---we push on.  

We have financial issues--really scary.  No one else in the house, sharing expenses.  No one else to tell us, "everything is going to be okay."


Sometimes, in our moments of quiet reflection, we get angry at the way life has treated us.  How come a parent was so critical of us?  When we see others who had wonderful childhoods.

How come our men didn't treat us right?  When we see others being treated (perhaps) way better than they ought to, because they are mean, nasty, bitches.

How come our loves died?  We were so happy together.  How come, when we see long time marriages where the couple can hardly stand each other.

How come?  

It is as it is.

We gotta be a bit feisty or we'd fall right down on the floor and never get up!
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I get angry at the way our society has become.  Is my upset and anger going to help me or anyone?

No!

If I harbor unforgiveness from past hurts.  Is that going to make the person I won't forgive feel bad?

No!

When I get to Heaven and the Lord questions me.  He isn't going to ask me about anyone elses life.  He is only going to ask me how I lived MY life.

I think I will say, "Feisty, but with a sense of humor and always a kind, loving smile."

Just Going Along.

I used to be a "go along to get along" kind of woman. 

Never gave my "real" opinion unless it agreed with the person I was speaking with.  Never said "no" to any request, even though I really didn't want to do it.

Differing opinions were not allowed in my childhood home and I found that out early--after a few slaps across the face from Daddy.

Then I married, one week after high school graduation, and soon found out, different opinions weren't allowed in that home either.  Yet more slaps across the face.

One time, I do believe back in 1968, my husband, his sister and her hubs and I were all sitting in our living room discussing George Wallace and his campaign for President.  I voiced my opinion of the man, which differed from the other three and I got yelled down into silence.

Then I married again, to a man who appeared to be very open-minded--until after the wedding.  I was not allowed to watch any TV program that had blacks participating.  This meant basketball, football, baseball, Oprah--nothing.  The TV remote was thrown at the wall, the face slap came next.  

Then, in a garden space that I was told was all mine and I could plant anything in it I wanted--after two days of planting, those plants were torn up because, "they aren't lined up right!"  When I voiced my opinion that I planted them that way to differentiate from the rest of the garden, I got more than a face slap.  

When I, by then realized, White Supremacist husband, started his rhetoric, I learned very soon to be quiet, or I might be chocked, slapped, beaten--whatever.  You learn to be very quiet and pleasant when being held hostage by a terrorist.

Then, of course, at my job, my opinion was rarely asked.  I was the secretary.  I was the peon, who did all the work to keep the office running smoothly, but...that was it.

Then I was fired, because I was too old.  (I was actually told that by the CFO).  Did I sue?  Of course not.  I was scared.  I probably was wrong in my opinion.  He had told me in a weak moment and not testify or say I had imagined his words.

Then, I moved here and was all alone.  Still not voicing any opinion about anything.  

Then I met Fred who not only allowed my opinions on everything to be voiced, but was really interested in hearing what I had to say.  Of course, it was easy because--we agreed on everything and...he thought I had a brilliant mind!

Then, my father died, which gave me even more freedom to voice my feelings and opinions.  Then my step-mother died and no one left to tell me I was stupid in my opinions.  FREE AT LAST.  FREE AT LAST. THANK GOD ALMIGHTY I'M FREE AT LAST!

Then, after Fred died, and a couple of months of therapy, where I was told that it was quite all right to give voice to my feelings.  Of course, not in an angry or threatening way to others, but to say what I felt  IF I wanted too.  

So--long ago and for many decades, I was liked by everyone!  I was compliant.  I was submissive.  I just smiled and listened, even though in my head I was saying, "Wait.  What?"

I raised my children to have independent thoughts, to express those thoughts and feelings--at least they knew they could with me, and they all seem to be much healthier, emotionally, then I ever was.  As a result, I now have, Conservatives, Liberals, and whatever 3rd party is running.

I have Catholic, Methodists, Lutherans, Episcopalians and an Agnostic in the family.

I have gay and straight, pro-life, pro-choice and fence setters in my family.

I have gun owners and ones that wouldn't touch a gun, let alone have one in their home.  

If I don't agree with them--it is quite all right.  We voice our opinions and no one gets mad at each other--well, maybe one does, but then again, she isn't quite old enough yet to know everything she THINKS she knows.

There is something so freeing about getting old.  You can be opinionated and voice those differing opinions and people just chalk it up to the fact that, you are senile and cranky.  Just stop and talk to any elderly person.  They've got opinions on everything!  LOL

Plus, I have come to the point in my life where I don't HAVE the NEED to have everyone like me.  I'm not stuck in that place I was for so many years.  I can say "no", once in awhile and not feel too guilty.

Maybe it's because I'm old or maybe---could it be that I'm still the timid, "go along to get along" I used to be, but the people that ridiculed me are all dead or gone from my life?  Makes it easier for sure.

(I still have to work on my Dar skills. :-)  Maybe she will move and make it easier?)  

No Worries

Hey--check out this blog I just found.  She says, so much better than me, all I tried to say Saturday.
http://www.jennyweber.com/
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I don't really worry about what is happening in our society today.  I can't do anything about it.  It doesn't even really scare me.  It's just that it is so astoundingly idiotic and weird, that I can't figure out how, supposedly sane people, put up with it.  We are so far removed, morally, from what we were just 20 years ago.  We get more and more isolated.  Only (really) caring about our own little piece of land.  

We don't get together in groups and talk about "meaty" subjects.  We text.  We e-mail.  We rant on social media sites.  Far easier than sitting face-to-face and communicating.  Much easier to send a nasty e-mail, than saying the same to the person's face.  

...and of course, I am the worse offender.  Staying in my wee house, with my thoughts.  

I know, that I know, that I know--it is only going to get worse.   And, I know, that I know, that I know (more than I ever have), that it must be this way, and it will end, and I will be with Jesus in Heaven.  I have wondered over the years, but I can be at peace and happy now, because I KNOW...for sure.
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I saw John and Maisey walk by early this morning.  She stopped at the end of my drive, looking up at my porch, but John tugged at her leash to move her along.

Then, Maisey stopped at the edge of my lawn and did her morning business.  I had to laugh.

John cleaned everything up, in his plastic bags and they ambled on.

I waited until he was up the street a ways and then called him on his cell.

"Morning, J.J.  Are you up already?"

"Yes.  Awake, but still in my jammies.  I just wanted to say how pleased I am that Maisey made a "duck" on my lawn.  I feel she blessed me with her presence."

"Oh.  You saw that didja?"

"Yep.  I thought perhaps you'd leave the "duck" at the end of my driveway and pick it up on your way back."

He laughed, a big laugh.

"Why aren't you in church?"  I asked.

"I am."

"You are?  I just saw you walk by so....unless you are having your own private service, I don't think you are in church."

"No--I meant I'm going to eleven o'clock service today."

"Oh...I thought you went early."

"Yeah, I usually go to nine o'clock--the old people's service, but I woke up too late.  Going to the rock 'n roll service today."

By then, Maisey and John were walking back by this way.  Maisey turned to come up my drive again.  John and I still talking on the phone.  I wave, he waves, bends down and gives Maisey a couple of treats and drags her off.

That dog loves me!!!
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This is my new cause.  Legalizing polygamy--for women.

I need 5 husbands.  #1 will do all the cooking and cleaning.  #2 will do all the outside work.  #3 will be able to repair any appliance that breaks.  #4 will be a carpenter/plumber/electrician.  #5 will chauffeur me anywhere I want to go, either to Wal-Mart or to Vermont, or the Outer Banks of North Carolina--or, wherever.  

The carpenter will build a home for them all, because they certainly aren't going to live in MY house!  I will just call them whenever I need something done.

I need this to be legal so we can adopt a child together, if we want and so if they die, I will inherit their estate.

If two guys can get married.  Or two girls can get married, or Jacob the Farmer can marry his pet sheep, then I ought to be able to marry 5 men.  It is my right!!!

I gotta work on this flag and then--I will march!!!

I know polygamy is illegal in my State, but so was Same Sex Marriage--we voted it down a couple of years ago.  So--if the SCOTUS can take away our State's Rights and make Same Sex marriage legal, then they should legalize my right to marry 5 men.  There has been a precedent set now.
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< am assuming that you realize that this last part is sarcastic, satire.>

It's weird.  Every time I see The Supreme Court of the United States, in initials like SCOTUS, it always makes me see it as scrotum.  Sorry--I need new glasses.

Freedom. Equality. People's Rights.

Our society is all about--freedom, equality and the rights of people.

Except it isn't!  

Not really.

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My Manifesto

Where does my neighbor's rights stop when they are infringing on my rights?  My neighbor's have the right to have a big bonfire.  The infringement comes into play when the acrid smoke from that bonfire comes into my house.  How can both people have an equal right?

My neighbor's like to shoot off fire crackers.  Now that Michigan has put on the books that it is quite all right for its citizens to do that, the day before, the day of and the day after a holiday, it is my neighbor's right.  Where does my rights come into play?  Or the rights of the vet down the street?

I am not only offended that my neighbor's do this, when they know full well that loud, sharp noises scare the heck out of me and make my heart race, but what about the Veteran who can and does have a PTSD episode from the noise?

It is a park ordinance of NO FIREWORKS, but no one obeys that ordinance because--"It is the law, so it it my right to shoot them off!"
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It is the right of any preacher/priest/rabbi to refuse to officiate at the wedding of any couple (or at least is was a couple of hours ago).  Now with same sex marriage becoming law, will the preacher/priest/rabbi still have that right?  If a same sex couple wants to marry and they know full well that the "God Almighty" church down the street and the minister do not believe in same sex marriage, but this couple wants to make a point--and the minister refuses, will they sue him and the church?  Because it is now THE LAW, will that minister have to subjugate his Christian beliefs to either perform the wedding or go to jail?

Why wasn't the same sex marriage issue put up for a vote by the people?  Majority rules and all that.  Because, the Supreme Court is heavily liberal and now was the time to get it passed.  If the Supreme Court was heavily conservative, it wouldn't have even been on the docket.  So--like I said, to keep it fair and equal, it should have been voted on by ALL the people.
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Who ever said a society, with all people being equal, was the way to go?  Marx?  Stalin?  There are the "Haves" and the Have Nots".  We need the Rockfeller's, the Vanderbilt's, the Willy Durant's and perhaps even the Trump's, to build huge corporations to create jobs.  We need executives with the talent, brains and educations to run those corporations.  We need the not so educated to answer the phones and work the assembly lines and we need the sweepers to keep the place clean.

Now "they" want to heavily tax the large businesses, because the rich don't pay their fair share.  Where do they get that notion?  They pay huge amounts of taxes.  It might not be the 33% we pay, or whatever it is now, but they pay huge amounts of money.  So, let's tax them to death so they will move their companies to another country, get cheaper help and take jobs away from our people?  Yeah--that makes a whole lot of sense.  NOT!

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School segregation was a big deal.  Now it's found that children, learn more, perform better and have more self confidence if they are segregated--color-wise and gender wise.  Now we have Charter Schools, that can be segregated.    

There are racial, cultural differences.  It's in our DNA.  I could list the differences in the way Asians, whites and blacks think and live, but I won't.  Too long a list, but it has been proven over and over, psychologically and sociologically.  

Why do I live in an area where there are few (and I mean few) Latino, Black, Muslim, Hebrew races?  Doesn't make me a racist, it only means I want to live with people who are like me.  You know, if I could, I'd move back out to the country so I could live with like-minded, simple, down-to-earth farmers?  Does that mean I hate city people?  No, but I don't think like they do.  It is a cultural difference.
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Who has the right to tell me what kind of flag I can fly from my front porch or lawn flag pole?

The South lost the Civil War because they didn't have the railroads or the means to get their products to where they could be sold for a good price, not because they didn't have tenacious soldiers. It was the economics of slavery and States Rights that caused the Civil War--not just the issue of slavery.  There were many black farm owners who had slaves.

So--some people in the South want to display the Confederate Battle flag.  So what?  It's not my right nor the government's to tell them they can't.  Doesn't that come under Freedom of Speech?  

Why was a man jailed because someone saw and reported that he had the Swastika flag on his living room wall?  Does this remind anyone of how the Communists work.  Report your neighbor or family member if they aren't toeing the Communist way.

We've got Muslim flags and Gay Pride flags, and that damn University of Michigan flag and do they offend me?  What they stand for might, but No!  Those people have every right to flag any damn flag they want.  It lets me know the houses and people to stay away from.  

I have the right to fly my beautiful Stars and Stripes flag--instead of the Stars and Bars, bless my heart!!

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BUT--I do see a trend to re-write history.  The people of Memphis, TN have a lovely park.  In that park is a statue of a Confederate General on his horsey.  Below, the general and his lovely wife are buried.  

A.C. Wharton, the Mayor of Memphis now wants to DIG UP (he uses the nicer term "exhume") this man and wife, who have lain there for some 100+ years and move them to a cemetery and tear down the statue of said general and his horsey.  Why?  Seems the General was also a leader of the KKK.  So what!    
Should we go to Gettsyburg, PA and tear down every mention or statue of every Confederate place of victory at that hallowed place?  Are we to tear out the pages of the history book where it tells of General Sherman's march to the sea and the killing, pillaging and burning of Atlanta?  Perhaps because it might offend the Atlantans?

The Iranian president says the Holocaust never happened.  He has said it so long and so much that now the people in his Country believe it. 

 Much like the book "Animal Farm".  When Napoleon (a pig) the high Commander, kept changing the "commandants" to suit his (and all the other piggies) purpose and told the other people (animals) the lies so long, that they finally believed him.  And of course the SHEEP just followed along and kept repeating the lies until the LIES BECAME THE TRUTH!

Maybe I can run for office and then I can re-write history.  I would demand that pages in the history book that tells of how the USofA dropped two atomic bombs on two cities in Japan.  Cities that were inhabited, not my "enemy" soldiers or commanders or generals, but mostly elderly, and women and children,  Those pages would be torn out.  Maybe after awhile, no one would remember that it happened.  And the lie, that it was necessary to end WWII,  would be forgotten. 

It happened.  It is the truth.  It was payback for Pearl Harbor--where at least military people were--and it made us no better than the enemy.  They killed 2,400 MILITARY personnel.  We killed 80,000 mostly innocents.

You can't re-write history.  It is as it is, or it is as it was.
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What about the riots?  A real reason?  Or a reason to vent anger, rob and get free stuff?

We all have the right to PEACEFUL assembly.  Gay people can have a parade if they want.  The Black Panthers can have a parade.  Martin Luther King can have a parade. The KKK can have a parade.  The Neo-Nazi's can have a parade.  The Right To Life can have a parade.  The Pro-Choice can have a parade.  They are allowed to stand on the steps of the Capitol building and talk all the miss-mosh of rhetoric they want.  

No one on the side lines has any right to throw stones at the marchers.  I firmly believe that the militia has every right to stop the rioters.

If they are told to disperse and they don't disperse, then---take the consequences of their actions.  If a policeman yells, "Stop and drop."  Y'all better stop and drop.

Better yet--stay out of those kinds of situations!!
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Now the Pope tells me I can't be a Christian and own a gun.  What?

<Proof that Obama IS NOT a Christian because he likes to skeet shoot?>  


Global Warming is real and it is all my fault.  What?  

Global Warming IS real.  It is a very REAL  geological happening.  Warming and ice ages are part of the geological ups and downs of the earths' cycles.  It has happened before and it will happen again.  It happened long before factory and car emissions were ever present.  But the Commander keeps telling the lie and the sheep keep believing it.


Better the Pope or any religious leader tend to matters of God and faith and their denominations' creeds than get involved in politics!
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Any day now, I expect the Commander to out-law cars over 10 years old.  I am going to be in deep doo-doo!  

The government is taking over everything!  Without even asking, they are going to take all trans fat from purchased food.  Why?  Because it leads to obesity. 

Wait.  What?

Obesity is caused from eating or drinking too much and not exercising.  Eat smaller portions.  Since when does the government think it can control people's personalities and addictions?  Trans fat makes food taste better--that doesn't mean you have to eat like it's the last meal you are ever going to have.  I eat a candy bar every day.  I eat potato chips every day.  I eat cake and cookies and anything else I want, every day.  I am as skinny as a rail and healthy as a horse. Of course, I don't over-eat any of those tasty things.  It is not my addiction.

Now the government wants to regulate e-cigarettes.  They say because the "second hand vapor" MAY contain bad stuff.  Oh hell no!  They want to get money from the sales--that's what they want.  That vapor contains no bad stuff because there is no bad stuff in the oil that is used in the e-ciggie.  There is a percentage of nicotine in the oil.  There is NO tar.  No carbon monoxide--nothing.  If I blew that vapor in your face, and you had your eyes closed, you wouldn't even know it. 

The Commander says "government control" is all about helping the people.  Us poor souls that don't have a mind of our own and no control over our mindless brains.  And the Sheep just keep following the Commander straight for the edge of the cliff.

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What about prayer in schools?  Not to my knowledge was anyone forced to pray in school!  Not to my knowledge was any Jehovah Witness (including my best friend) forced to stand and say the Pledge of Allegiance in school.  It offended some so both  were eliminated.  Although I know a lot of kids who say a quick, silent prayer right before exam time.

You gotta be so careful you don't offend someone else.  People get on this band wagon and they take it to such extremes that it becomes ridiculous.  I have every right to say Merry Christmas and if the person I say it too is Jewish, they have every right to say "and a Happy Hanukkah" and I would smile and say "Yes!"

But oh,  you gotta be so careful not to mention God!  You aren't suppose to say "God bless you", to a clerk in a store--they might me an Atheist.  Would your words offend them?  Perhaps.  If they said, "No thanks. There is no God."  Would that offend you?  Perhaps, but would you shot them or smack them up side their head?  Or just walk away and feel sorry they are so misinformed?
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I recently posted on FB that I was going "dark" for awhile.  That meant that I was just not going to post a status or share links.  One of my friends was concerned that I was perhaps deleting my FB account because, I have another friend--a very Liberal friend, that likes to challenge anything I might post that doesn't coincide with her belief system.  

She can and does get nasty in her comments.  I don't know why she does.  We agree on a lot of things, but not religion or politics.  I NEVER post a comment on her status' or her shared links--it is her right to share or say whatever she wants on HER timeline.

If I disagree, she likes to say, WWJD?  

I once said that I thought drug testing before people could get Welfare was a good thing.  She responds with, "WWJD?"  How in this world am I suppose to reply to such a nonsensical question?

Jesus said, "The poor will always be among us."  

WWJD?  

Would Jesus own a gun?  Probably not.  He'd leave that up to Peter.  HAH!

Did Jesus hate the rich?  No.  He stayed at the homes of the wealthy.  They fed Him and His disciples and financed His travels.  The women with the "full purse", traveled with them and paid for lodging and food.

Did Jesus hate tax collectors?  No.  He made one His disciple.

Did Jesus hate Gays?  No.  Being a Jew, He would not have condoned their lifestyle, but Jesus said, "Hate the sin, love the sinner."

Remember--Jesus was NOT a Christian.  He was God, who came to earth, in human form, to tell people to abide by the Hebrew Laws, which God set, BUT to also believe in the NEW covenant He was bringing to all people--Jew and Gentile.

WWJD?

How am I suppose to know?  If I quote scripture, she says I have misinterpreted it.  

If I give a political reason, she comments that I have been watching "too much FOX news", which makes me laugh because the only FOX I watch is FOX Sports.

I once replied back that she had been watching Brian Williams too much and...of course, she was incensed that I'd make that statement.

WWJD?  I know one thing for sure, from what I've read, He certainly wasn't for the government to dominate people's lives.

So--when the police come to take away my old car, my potato chips and my e-cigarette, do I "Stop and Drop?"  WWJD?
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Anyway, she isn't the reason I decided to go "dark".  I am just sort of sick of all that is going on.  The language some people use.  The links some share.  The overly religious, the overly conservative or liberal, the sometimes really sexual and nasty shared links.   I have a wide variety of people on my Friends list.  The old, the young.  The rude, the crude, the immature, the ones who want to air their dirty laundry--all of it leaves me tired and upset and just plain physically sick at times.

So, I am taking a breather from reading anything on FB.
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HERE is MY place--MY very own place where I can post all my thoughts, fears, beliefs and every day nonsense and rarely get a nasty comment.  Blog writers and readers are pretty nice in their comments to each other.  Sure, they will give advice, if asked for.

Basically, and I can't speak for anyone else, but MY blog is all about MY feelings and I surely hope by now, we ALL realize that feelings are neither right nor wrong--they are merely feelings.
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WWJD?  Well, He might just have a blog.  He probably would have a huge following.  I'd be one of His readers for sure.  But---ya know, He spoke in parables and probably most of my comments on His blog would be, "I don't get it. Can you explain that in everyday language?"

Stuck

Well, for one who used to post on her blog everyday---I'm not doing too well and the reason is:

I've had my head stuck up my A...... (Ancestry.com)

I have been spending 4-6 hours a day on that site.  Trying to get everything I can glean before my month's membership runs out and they automatically charge me for six months!!!

I think I am done!  I have gone through 2 reams of printer paper.  2 inkjets and two binders.  I got Dar's done and then her Sister-in-law wondered if I'd do hers.  Both are done, written up real nice, an Excel pedigree chart that I managed to design and photos of ancestors.  They were both thrilled!

The time I am not in front of this F.R.E.D. = Freaking Ridiculous Electronic Device, I have been working to finish the crocheted blanket.  On my last strip now and it is really pretty.  I got it into my head that on a smaller scale, it might make a really gorgeous baby afghan, so I am going to try that--just to see.

Wednesday, I went to my Chiropractor and on the way home, stopped and got my hair cut.  It was getting wild--as proven by my birthday photos.  I couldn't afford to get it cut this month, but Karen gave me $40.00 for my birthday, so I was going to use part of it for my cut.  When my stylist was done, she declared, "No charge.  Happy Birthday!"  YOWSER!!!

Yesterday, I went to the Cardiologist for my 3 month follow-up.  He said I was fine, but that my blood pressure was too low--118/52--that he took me off one of my meds.  YAY!  I had already gone off the Lasix water pill.

Karen stopped in for a few minutes on her way to Howell and lunch with one of her School Pals.  She had spent Wednesday, with another School Pal in Shipshawanna, IN.  looking at quilt shops.  She does like to quilt.

The Lily plants Fred got me over the years, are really lush this year.  In fact, all my plants are taller and fuller than last year.  I think because of all the nice cool temperatures and all the rain we have had this spring.
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John invited me out for lunch today and we discussed the way our Country is going nuts!  What with all the flag controversy, and now, perhaps 10 years in prison for flying the Confederate Flag AND, some mayor wants to have the bodies of a Southern General and his wife exhumed from the park where they are buried and placed somewhere else and the Generals' statue taken down.

Lordy, some people get an idea in their head and take it to the maximum extremes!  I do not like the Confederate Flag and the people I know who fly it from their truck, are usually what you'd call Redneck Hillbilly's or White Trash, but this makes me so mad, I'd like to go and find thus flag and put it up on my porch!!!

It seems some people are so intent on taking away every person's rights to freedom of speech.  Now, I hear the Pope says you can't own a gun and be a Christian.  What?  I don't own a gun and I never will and no one in my family does, except my son and his hunting rifle and shotgun, but................?  I liked this Pope as first, but it seems he is getting all Liberal on me and speaking about things that really are not his concern.  I have never liked a religious personage talking politics from the pulpit.

John said, "I wonder what it is going to take to get our country back to the way the Founding Father's perceived it to be?"

I replied, "Not until Jesus comes again...and He better hurry up!"

BTW--John's old neighbor Corky, saw when John dropped me off and just stood and stared.

John says, "Oh. Oh.  He'll be calling me when I get home to see what's going on.  Probably spread it all over the park."

"I said, "I oughta plant a big kiss on you to give him something to talk about!"

...but instead, we just hugged.
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Then, I got busy outside and tried to get some of the neglected chores done.  Washed down my porch, water the porch planters and started trimming back my Forsythia bush.

The weather has been so beautiful.  70's and a nice cool breeze, a bit of sun and rain every few days.  MY KIND OF WEATHER!!!