tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15097366773593664692012-02-02T10:47:04.797-06:00Arkansas Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14156004753267665579noreply@blogger.comBlogger4801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509736677359366469.post-78214874067418838432012-02-02T05:18:00.003-06:002012-02-02T05:28:28.476-06:00

I think most of you who come here know I am a liberal Democrat but not a person really interested in arguing politics. I pretty much ignore the rabid nonsense that consumes the nightly news. I am quite content to let them all slug it out and will wait for the national election to let myself be heard. I have no voice in what is happening now anyway. I try never to debate politics nor religion.

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The sky is blue, the birds are feeling frisky, flowers are blooming and the windows are open. AND, this has been going on almost all winter with just a few brief cold spells. I know---I am not alone. If flowers can get confused, so can this old lady. I have been hit with an overwhelming desire to clean house, top to bottom. Windows, oven, refrigerator, and walls. Even the outside walls are

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The Navy Seals have gotten a lot of press lately. First we learned they had taken out the monster Osama bin Laden who had been hunted unsuccessfully since 9-11-2001. Then they recently pulled a daring raid that secured the safe release of two captives in Somalia. Normally their missions are covert and not front page news. Both events were executed with precision that resulted in no loss of

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I am not sure I have a healthy mind but I do have an active mind. Sometimes I get the strangest thoughts. I have been grousing lately about the weird winter we have all been having when one of those off the wall thoughts entered my head for a romp. I have mentioned before that I wrestle with sleep as I have aged. Four hours is my easy sleep. Anything over 4 hours is a struggle and usually

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Ok, now that I have your attention, I have a story that merrilymarylee's husband DB (who is sometimes her guest blogger) reminded me of the other day. As a meter reader, I wasn't wild about reading meters in a city setting. Miles of walking, boiling hot sun with dogs chewing on me wasn't that much fun. However, I loved the rural driving routes. Cow country was perfect. Bumping across pastures,

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I'm thinking I am not alone here. There is an item of apparel that I can't seem to get enough of. I know a lot women love shoes and a full closet doesn't lessen the urge for more. For some it is handbags while for men it might be baseball hats, cool tee shirts or sports jerseys.   For me it has always been coats. I am a coat whore. I wonder if there is a 12 step program for this. Even when I

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Any one over 60 has noticed that memory is no longer a strong suit.  Small things go, like a name or a word.  I have found however that my computer search engine has become my secretary to help me find that word or name I  have misfiled.  Mr. Google--- I always wanted a male secretary.When I realize there is a blank spot up there, I get like a blood hound on a trail. I won't accept not knowing

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When I was in high school, a beginner Elvis came to town. His song, “Heartbreak Hotel” was just starting to climb the charts. He was so young that acne was still a problem for him. At the time I was going steady with Bobby who was a Ricky Nelson clone.  He not only looked like him but he could do a pretty wicked imitation of him singing. When Bobby suggested we go catch Elvis's performance, I

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As I checked out last year's resolutions, I realized I am part of the National average. Most of my resolutions for 2011 failed the first few weeks while I managed to partially succeed at just one of them.  The one  I stuck with was the resolve  to continue blogging.  I am not sure sliding from a daily blogger to a "whenever" blogger constitutes success but it wasn't a total wash out either.

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This is just a quickie to let my friends know I really am fine, in fact quite wonderful,  just unproductive right now.  Some how I have slipped into creative neutral and am enjoying the idle. I have been visiting all of you who remained in gear however.  Those who soldiered through the season and still posted, I bow to you. See ya here very soon ---- at your place whenever I see a light on. 

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I usually buy my pets little Christmas presents as my young'uns are always on the “nice” list. I have to admit however that I am not too creative at picking out presents. I usually buy winter sweaters or new pet beds which is like buying underwear and socks for a child and calling it a "present". This year, Mighty got his usual new bed---yawn--- but I went a bit out of character with the cats.

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Nasty colds are common levelers. They don't care how rich or righteous you are. If they gets a toe hold on your body, you are toast. HOWEVER, THERE ARE SOME REAL ADVANTAGES TO A NASTY COLD  You learn to absolutely appreciate even mediocre health. Exercise doesn't have to be put on the back burner. Just holding up that 40 pound head is great for the neck muscles and racking coughs are as

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As I was returning from town the other day a really strange sight greeted me. Our roads are narrow, winding and hilly with narrow shoulders. Finding a place to pull off is usually a problem. I saw two cars pulled mostly off on opposite sides of the road and a man appeared to be walking back and forth across the road.  There was a tiny squirrel on the road also. The man seemed oblivious to

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I am guessing that I am one of those who gets a years worth of uglies dumped on them at one time so the rest of the year can be clean, green and fancy free. I can live with that, I think. It's been a rough couple of months with just enough laughs to keep my sanity. First the Shingles came to call and stayed a month-- then (this I didn't share with you) I had a week of icepick headaches, another

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I will be gone for a short while--I hope-- while I nurse a bit of creeping crud. Pretty sure it is only a cold so I shouldn't be feeling sorry for my self for long. I rarely get one of these so I am not sure how long it will last. Soon as I feel better, I will be back to bore you. See ya soon.  Stay warm, dry and healthy.

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Ok, there are only 24 days and roughly 18 hours as of this post left to shop before Christmas.  I am going to perform a stress relieving public service here. I think we all have a someone on our shopping list that we want to remember in a special way at Christmas but really don't want to spend a bunch on like a  BIL or maybe the current love interest of a child who will be visiting.  Perhaps

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 I was having lunch with some friends recently when one started to tell about a family member having just been diagnosed with a strange disease she had never heard of. “Mya--- mytheses--- something gratis.” She tried. “Myasthenia Gravis ?” I questioned. “Yes, that is it! How on earth did you know that? Do you know someone that had it?” She asked. I hesitated for I wasn't sure they would

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Cheryl at the Farmers Daughter posted a funny account of a farmer's attempt to rope a deer. You can see it here and it is really worth the trip. The author is a very funny writer. When I read it and quit giggling, I was so reminded of an event I actually saw in a similar vane. In either case, no animals were hurt. Now humans--well that is another story. One of my favorite couples when I read

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Sometimes, even when we know something can't help but happen, it still hurts like blazes and surprises us when it does. I think some of you all ready know the story of  Tarra and Bella, the elephant and the dog. It is such a sweet story. Elephants are not only herd animals  with strong family ties, but they need a best friend, it is just in their nature.   When Tarra the elephant joined the

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Each year I marvel why my cats don't go bald. If I lost that much hair daily, I could wash my head with a wash cloth.  Do cats stress and spend hours perfecting a comb over??  Never.  No matter how much  they lose, it all comes back without even temporary thin spots.  It is an endless cycle. My tools of war  are vacuum cleaner bags, Swiffer cloths and sticky pet hair removal rollers. I sail

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Is there something you do that others might consider mean or at best ornery?? I have something that I delight in doing that I guess really isn't very nice.  Will I ever stop doing it? I seriously doubt it as there is still this rarely exercised, mean little kid hiding in me.  I  feel like confessing for I did it just yesterday. When I am  driving through  town and catch a total stranger in

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My blog friend Brighid sent me the following notice that I thought I would pass along to as many eyes as possible. As a former horse owner and appreciator, this hits close to home. I am suspending comments for this post but if you have any information, please call the number below.   I hope my horse loving friends in Arkansas, Missouri, Texas and Oklahoma, plus any neighboring state will be on

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Mary Lee at Merrilymarylee sent me the following cartoon that I just love.  Snow on the roof (white hair) is one thing, add Shingles and you darn well know you are getting old:)) First off, I am much better and thank you big time for all your good thoughts and prayers. Pretty sure I wouldn't have made it with out you. I still have some pain but it is so reduced that I almost feel like dancing

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After all the lovely comments and well wishes I have received, I really wish I could say for your sake that I am completely better and fine as wine.   Well I really am a LOT better (thank you ever so much for your caring) but that wine comparison is a bit in the  future yet I fear.  It will be two weeks this evening since Shingles came to visit and I must say, it has been an Interesting,

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This will be brief.  I think I have contracted a herpes virus.  No, not the fun one to get, but the one people are left with after a case of childhood chickenpox ---the herpes zoster. It appears my body has decided that a  case of Shingles would be a nice thing for me to enjoy in my seventies.   It started Friday.  I have a strip of burning pain that goes from my navel to my back bone on the

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The following account makes as much sense to me as some of the wars and debates being waged around the globe.  In the small Florida town of Okeechobee each winter, war is declared. It  is a war between two groups with staunch beliefs.  It is the "hat" war. Okeechobee is a cow town.  While it is also home to orange groves, agriculture,dairy and tourism-- cattle are an important cash contributor.

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At the end of the 70's disco was dying but not fast enough for me. I ached for Rock and Roll to beat Disco to a bloody pulp and to once again take its rightful place.  Enough was enough. I felt if I had to hear one more falsetto voice, I would do someone bodily harm. I regularly listened to a top 40 station from Miami and just shut off the volume when a disco song came on. WQAM had always been

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I really had nothing for tomorrow's post till I was talking to a friend on the phone just now. She had just gone through a life threatening experience and the question of if your life flashes before your eyes before you die came up. I told her of my such experience and now it will become a blog post. Her scare occurred today, mine took place when I was around 9 years old. I spent a lot of

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Joey at Joey's Pad, recently posted about changing his blog layout.  He questioned who did change theirs, who didn't and who noticed. I was sad to admit that I never notice. If you go to all the trouble to make your template a thing of beauty, I am sorry but your efforts are mostly lost on me. Generally, I am oblivious.  Fortunately most will notice so your efforts will be appreciated. I

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 I am not sure whether to be frightened or flattered.  Like most of you, I have a site meter that counts the persons who stop by my blog. It tracks where they are from,what posts they visited, how long they stayed along with other  interesting information.  For quite a while now, I have had a strange visitor from a town in California. They have been visiting my archives every day but not to read

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How many posts have I started  or ended with the words "I love this town?"  That would be a bunch.  I haven't lost my ardor, but I now realize my love has  a flaw, my ISP.  Computer service here is at best, iffy.  That I could live with, it is the denial and cover ups that kind of stick in my craw.    First there was the fact that when I called about losing connection, they blamed my modem and

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This is just to let you know I am fine but my ISP (Internet service provider) is not. It goes up and down, some times in 10 minute intervals. Hope I can finish this before it goes down again.  It was supposed to be fixed yesterday but there are still problems. I am suspending comments.  This is just to let you know why I haven't been around to visit. Hope you all are in better shape.  Small

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Most of us can't remember our toddler years but we had ample reminders watching small family members. One of the things it seems it takes several years to acquire as toddlers is balance and coordination. They run, they fall. They get their feet tangled and down they go. Lean too far and splat. Since they are close to the ground and usually have ample cushioning with baby fat, the cry usually

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 I was really feeling the urgency so I screwed up the courage and tapped the girl on the shoulder in front of me to asked what one did when they had to go potty. With a superior air she whispered," You raise your hand and ask the teacher if you can go to the basement. Then you can leave the classroom to go to the bathroom." Clearly a kindergarten graduate. I was thrilled that "basement" replaced

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First off, thank you so much for all your help with the warning flag on my blog.  Since all of you have had no problem, I am pretty sure it is probably a browser incompatibility, especially since Djan could make it appear or not depending on the browser she used.     Now I am going to post a rerun.  Ninety nine percent of you have never seen it for when I wrote it over two years ago, I only had

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 One of my readers mentioned getting a red warning flag trying to enter my blog.  I need to know if anyone else has gotten this warning. Since my comments are about the same and I have had my account checked by my guru Joan, I am thinking it is just a conflict between computer virus programs or maybe browsers.  Please let me know if you have received a warning  trying to enter my blog and if so,

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I don't know who all watched Good Morning America on Thursday but they did a special on Three Words. This is an audience participation programing they have been doing on the week ends for quite a while. Then on Thursday, they involved most of the country in their exercise. People were asked to describe either their lives, hopes, dreams, their feelings, fears, joys, loves or dislikes in just

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  I think I may have ventured into an area that I would have never considered in my previous 72 years. Recently I read of a “study” about people who do not want to wait to find out how a book or movie ends. First, who does these “studies” and why? Are they funded by the taxpayers? Are they necessary? Well necessary or not, this particular one did help to alter some long held behaviors of mine

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All the recent hurricane coverage with the ocean shots took me back to a time when a sneaky and treacherous ocean sought to prematurely age my parents. I was almost 10 and we were heading for Key West once again. We stopped off in Jacksonville Florida to visit my uncle and to take in a bit of beach time. We had missed a tropical storm by a few days and the ocean had a pretty good chop which

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First off, I want to thank the best followers ever for all your good wishes and understanding about my PITA (pain in the arse). While I am sorry for those of you that have also suffered, it really did make me feel better to know I am not alone in this malady. Seems to be a pretty common complaint. Misery really does love company. Thank you for your wonderful comments. You made me smile a warm

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No,it's not that I am the pain  nor that someone else is, I just really do have a pain in me arse. I put my back out the other day (not sure how which isn't new) and am a bit too bunged up to blog. For some reason, the pain has taken up residence primarily in  my lower back and right butt cheek. I can stand OK once I am up,  walk with a limp but sitting makes it much worse and is to be avoided

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There is an expression in pop culture that is the combination of the words gay and radar, “gaydar”. This is supposed to be an ability some people have that enables them to spot a gay person on sight. I don't have that, nor do I have “lousedar” or “loserdar” though either of those would be much more useful. What I do have is “sweetdar.” I can spot a person who is totally and honestly, sweet in

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Yucky warning. I know carnivores must eat other creatures to survive. Humans eat cows, pigs and chickens but except for the hunters or farmer, most of us only see the results in a plastic wrapper. We don't pull the trigger, draw the knife, wring the necks or swing the club. Animals don't have super markets. The bigger,swifter and stronger tend to eat the smaller,weaker and slower. The food

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I just had an idea that I will toss out there and anyone who wants to can run with it. When I left Florida, I left behind my dearly loved wood burning fire place. Now fireplaces in Florida are mostly for show though a few winter days they are actually functional.  Oh how I loved mine and the first coolish day under 70 degrees was incentive enough for a roaring fire. Often I had to turn on the

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First off, I want to thank all of you who stopped by with your lovely comments and Birthday wishes for Kelli. This is a portion of the e-mail she sent me after reading the post. “Hi Aunt Patti! Thank you so much for taking the time and for the thoughtfulness you put into writing about my time with Grandma Liz. It really warmed my heart that other people do sometimes recognize and appreciate.

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I think we will all admit it is a given that we love our families. Sometimes even though you love them, you might not “like” them. I am so lucky for I feel both for my family. My Dad reproduced well and then chose well after my mother died. Every now and then, one family member kind of goes above and beyond. My niece Kelli is one of those. Recently several bloggers have mentioned either

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I know, this sounds suspiciously like "the dog ate my homework" but it is true.  Dam*it, which is what I call my computer, evidently didn't like the way I had constructed the post so it got together with Open Office and just ate it. It is no more. I could hurriedly reconstruct it but that usually results in a half *ssed product. Not that I haven't done that before but just not in the mood today

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Sometimes book titles just beg you to pick them up. As most of you know, I am a reader and have become a huge Kindle advocate. Playing the game “seek and ye shall find” I have amassed quite a library of 86 books read and stored, plus 138 books to be read. This library I carry easily in a 5X7 inch, under a pound, bundle. I spend a bit of time each day enjoying the search for the good read to add

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No, I am not an ancient surrogate mom nor a new aunt, I'm just doing a little updating today. That little killer kitty that I found and Pat is fostering is a boy.  His name is now Nate. Pat let her husband name him (smart move on Pat's part) and he chose Nate which is part of the name of the tiny town I live in and where he was found. It really fits him. Pat said she had to give him a bath

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About two weeks ago, I was out walking with Mighty Dog. Suddenly from my car port, a HUGE cat strolled out, giving us the fish eye. This was not a wild cat but was the tallest domestic cat I have ever seen. My first thought was that Mighty was totally outclassed and I started hollering for him to leave it alone. He could not win this battle but try telling a terrier that. They spied each other

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Sometimes I amaze me but not in a good way. Did you ever do something that made you wonder how you actually made it this far in life? You suddenly realize that the word “DUH” was created just for you?? Ok, I am not a dunce, I only play one in real life. What brought on this self flagellation?? Ok, I will tell you though I probably ought to just keep it between me and Mighty Dog but hay, you

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Some of you all ready know that I am a pretty passive person. It takes a lot to rile me and what  usually can, involves child or animal abuse. I can generally see both sides of a situation and have quite a set of butt calluses from years of fence sitting. Yep, I am a wuss. I am always astounded when I hear about  road rage. I have just never been able to understand it. I am a careful, patient

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Those of you who have read the James Herriot books all ready know what an amazing man he was. Those who haven't, if you love animals and want to fall in love with someone you don't all ready share your bed with, then pick up "All Creatures Great and Small." (Link to Amazon)  Your library should have it. OK you guys won't fall in love with this English veterinarian but I'll bet he would be

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"Well we're movin on up, To the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky." The Jefferson's theme. I recently posted about the cat tree I bought in hope of giving my cats something else to do besides nest in my hair.    I was astounded at their total lack of interest as they never moved from the base. Some of you suggested to be patient and in no time they would be climbing all over it. O

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There are Wordless Wednesdays but since I post on Thursdays, I am calling this Got Nothing Thursday. Actually I do have a little something but it really isn't mine.  Manzanita at Wannna Buy a Duck posted a video that really affected me.  It made me feel small, huge with the possibilities of mankind, joyous and yet tearful, all in the same video.  If you think you may have problems, please go

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I wrote in a previous post about the resident Phoebes who have insisted in making my porch their nest site. I have altered my life to accommodate them but I fear something tragic has happened. In June I wrote about our battle for porch rights that they obviously won. Since then, I have totally left them alone. However, the eggs still have not hatched. That has been over 21 days ago that the 4

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I was very lucky the other day to spot something I have never seen in all my years of Hummingbird watching. I was heading towards the house from the shed when I saw what I thought was a Hummer suicide attempt. The little fellow flew straight up in the air at incredible speed then hung in mid-air for a second at the top of a very high arc. He was just a speck. Then he dove straight for the

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In April I posted about my experiment in eye level gardening as a way to make gardening with a bad back doable.  I tried  growing vegetables in hanging baskets. Mostly, it worked perfectly. Sugar snap peas were a bust but every thing else did fairly well and the ease was wonderful.  No weeds, no varmints giving my veggies a crew cut, and really easy to tend though you have to pay attention to

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Now, I am a friendly person. I smile at strangers and will talk to just about anyone. Eye contact  is normal. I tend to assume everyone is nice and they have to prove they are not. So why was the other day not normal?? The town I live next to has two buildings and one of those is closed.  The city limits signs are less than a tenth of a mile apart and I live 500 feet past the west sign.  I have

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Please forgive this post those of you who are sportaphobics but I need to vent. In the month of June, my beloved Marlins have gone from being ½ game out of first place to having sole, undisputed possession of last place. It is being referred to as the June Swoon around baseball. We have only won one game out of the last 18 Now I have the woman's approach to the game in that winning isn't

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Sorry, I know you were hoping for a romantic post with that title,  but not this time.  Yesterday, my ISP got a cramp in a fiber optic cable so all was "unable to connect" on the computer.  My back up computer had been giving me fits, so  since I couldn't get on line for a while anyway while they repaired it, I decided to take the ailing one to the hospital. A few weeks ago, I pulled up to my

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You have heard me gripe about the foolishness of the leaders of  countries who go to war over territorial disputes.  Sadly I have joined  that group of people that I don't admire. I have been at war. First let me explain about the turf I am fighting over. I love my hammock. This is where I go to totally relax and to air out my mind. It is the one spot that I can really slip my brain into neutral

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Some days just rock. They bring good news, they teach, or they make you feel all warm and glowy. Wednesday was such a day, it did all three. It did not start out as such. It started out with a tinge of anxiety and a bit of dread. It was time for my six month cancer check up. Cancer and I have danced since the year 2000 and while I am definitely winning this bout, cancer has gotten in its blows

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Now that I have you guys here----he he--I do love to tease.   Seriously, I really have nothing for today but a little left over Blogger angst. For some reasons, some (definitely not all) of us became blocked on posts that have their comments embedded below post after that last Blogger fix.   If you allow "anonymous", those like me can still post a comment under that category. If you don't,

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Hum---think I am on a food kick. I am not sure what I am working with here but around Christmas time, I discovered candy canes. Yeah, I know, where have I been for the past 71 years? Now I have had an occasional candy cane in my life but they were just a seasonal thing that I put aside when the season ended. I do love mint in most forms. Peppermint Patties are a #one favorite, Mint Tea,

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   There is a blog I visit that for me is a can't miss.  Doris's social worker's blog  keeps me coming back for her compassionate, often sad, sometimes humorous but usually redeeming accounts of people she has met as a social worker. Her stories are quick and to the point yet lack nothing and are only added to by being succinct. A trait I really wish I had. Recently she went off the plate a bit

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Blogger will not let me post comments using my Google ID to some blogs....It keeps sending me to sign into my google account, over and over.   This is only for those that require   "select a profile".  Others I have no problem with. I am sorry if you fall into that group for I really am reading your posts, I just can't comment. Blogger knows about it and is working on it. Hope they fix it soon

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For many years I have toyed with the idea of becoming an ovo-lacto vegetarian(one who includes dairy and eggs in their diet but no animal flesh). I know it would be healthier. I adore all animals and wish them long happy lives but they taste so darn good. For too many years of my adult life I was a true carnivore and  ate meat almost exclusively. The few vegetables I did eat were purely

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I mentioned in an earlier post that when I worked as a meter reader, I saw a lot of private moments that were not meant for the public eye. Unless your power company uses electronic readers or you read your own meter,  someone once a month will be standing outside your house, staring at that device on your wall. Trust me, you are vulnerable to unwelcome discovery. Often the meter will be

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Yes it came and isn't it cute? In a previous post I mentioned how much I loved Orange Blossom perfume when I was a kid and how disappointed I was when I discovered my Mock Orange plants that were supposed to supply that aroma, proved to be of the scentless variety. I found this perfume through Amazon and couldn't resist. I was truly excited when I opened the package and there it was. The label

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Ok all you porn buffs, hit the road. This is not that kind of blog. I am referring to the actual meaning of the words, not the Urban Dictionary version. Bye. There was a time I could hammer a bit.   When I raised my calves, I built all their pens (thirty of them) which were each 4 foot by 16 feet, with 8 feet under cover. I even tar papered their roofs. Now they weren't pretty, but they were

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Is there a scent from your child hood or just in your past past that haunts you?  Mine is the smell of orange blossoms.  Some people find that aroma overpowering and headache causing especially when a large orange grove gets going but I find it very nostalgic and wonderful. I was living in Key West and was going steady with my first official beau at the tender age of 10 when I was introduced to

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My funny bone is still wigged out from all the news stories. I feel it coming to life but not quite yet.  Mighty could cover for me and handle the post if he felt like it but he really has his nose out of joint. The poor fellow got his annual clipping butcher by me yesterday and for a while at least, we are not speaking. I have removed all low mirrors but he must have gotten a peak at himself

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Recent world events have given my brain a huge shot of Novocaine. Stunned numb might describe my brain activity now.   In my little corner of the world, storms and rain have also claimed part of the  local thoughts. We have been blessed not to have had the terribly damaging storms in "Tiny Town", but we have had constant, daily rain with all eyes trained on the White River.    Now I finally

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This will probably send the guys running while the gals will be searching their own memory banks about a long ago event. Have faith fellows, a lot of you have daughters so this post should be a little familiar. Brief back ground. My Mother was a sickly person as long as I could remember. She had severe asthma at a time when there was little help to treat it. Part of my very first memories were

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I want to thank everyone who stopped by when I was  in the dark. You are so special and seeing all your kind words and concern when the lights went on again was very heart warming. You are all the very best. Thank you for being there. Just to let you know I had no damage out side of having to play pick up sticks and losing power and phone for a day.  I am feeling totally blessed. This has just

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No, I haven 't been sick, in fact I am just posting to assure some that I am fine.  I meant that I have literally been under the weather.  We have had just one storm after the other for several days with 8 inches of rain. The really bad storm damage was done south of me and I hear that there were 7 more deaths for Arkansas last night. The Red Cross will get another visit from me today.  It is

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The other day I was pleasantly surprised by a phone call from my cousin Jean who lives in  Staten Island, NY.   Now I don't have a large blood relative pool. Each of my parents had one sibling who in turn had only one child. Obviously we weren't  known for our  breeding skills. Thus, I only have two cousins. Jean whom I have seen maybe 8 times in my life and Gale on my father's side that I

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Just to let you know that I am alive and feeling fine, just drawing on an empty well story wise. Gee, do you think I only had 400 stories in me.  Such a piker. We will see. Hopefully thoughts will fill the well again. Will try again Thursday.  Sorry but I won't be around to comment while I rest my mind since that will be all I am resting.   I will be  continuing the attempt to kill my back 

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I was going up and down the aisles of the hardware store, knowing what I needed but not finding it. My desire was to paint some outside furniture and I was looking for exterior, bright red gloss. Evidently I wasn't even close. It seemed each shelf only had interior paint. Being female in a hardware store is sometimes intimidating. Now I am not a delicate flower, use to being pampered by a super

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I was really scrambling for a post idea when my sister Jan called and bailed me out Now Jan is the only family member who follows my blog and I love her for that. Seems most family members and friends when I mention the word “blog”, react with the same enthusiasm as if I had said, “ I want you to come to this really neat party so I can tell you all about Amway.” Their eyes glaze over and

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When I got into my mid 40's my arms suddenly lacked length. I had to push reading materials farther and farther away from my eyes to be able to read the print. I held out till I was finally reduced to throwing things on the floor to be able to read them. Not cool with food packages. Yep, the eyes were going and glasses were called for. I adjusted. Some time in my mid to late 50's, old buddy

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 Are there things better than sex? Isn't there a “better than sex” cake? Somehow “cake”, even BTSC, has never done it for me. Also, I'm not sure about the “better than” status but I am sure there are a lot of things “as good as or almost as good as.” Considering my age and single status, these are some of mine, real and imagined, in no particular order. 1. Having your doctor give you a

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Blogger has been quite willful this morning and really wants to print my post in one paragraph with no line breaks. I have partially whipped it so just forgive any strange characters in my post. Thanks. No, I am not referring to my melodic singing voice. Those who have been here a while know the only use for my singing voice is for torturer. The Pentagon has me on their speed dial for resistant

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Oops, I always thought it was "ying"-yang till I looked it up. So long I have been so wrong. What I had been erroneously referring to is the slang term for the anus. Yikes. Ignorance is scary. Now that I have been corrected, what I am referring to here are the complimentary opposites I once had as house guests. Yin was a 2.5 pound Chihuahua named Sissy. Yang was a 190 pound Great Dane named Loki.

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Reader Wil, a favorite blogger of mine from the Netherlands, recently did an interesting post on Judo. Funny how one word will open the closed doors of our memory banks. I haven't thought of Judo in over 50 years. Thanks Wil for the memory jog.My father had studied Judo when he was in college. He was not a runt but he wasn't a large man either. Judo is excellent for the not particularly burly

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Thanks again Joan for the cartoon version of Mighty Dog. My Mighty Dog is a 10 inches tall, 12 pound bundle of attitude. Terriers are like that you know. Now, he is the wuss of the world when it comes to pain but he still has the heart of a lion when it comes to combat. Weird combination for sure. It would be like a boxer yelling "ouch" each time he is punched. In June of '09, Mighty was

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I had a light post for today but it really didn't seem right considering the situation in Japan. My heart is in Japan today and has been for days. I am just overwhelmed by the horror and tragedy on that island. The massiveness of the pain and suffering is just beyond my comprehension. It is just one horror after another. The images have rolled through our living rooms, day and night. Thanks to

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When Ruth appeared at the bank doors each month, all my sister tellers suddenly feigned being busy. They all knew I would wait on anyone regardless of their pleasantness and they were quite content to let me. Also, I had the window closest to the door.Ruth, regardless of weather, was always dressed in a mid-weight, long black coat, a flowered neck scarf and black gloves. This was Florida folks

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I have a blog I enjoy visiting that gave me a good memory jog for this post. Islandwonder writes a picturesque often funny blog set in Hawaii. I love her views of a place I will most likely never get to visit but I also enjoy her sense of humor. One thing that makes her blog unique is there is no place to leave a comment. It is a bit frustrating at first, especially for a comment whore like I am,

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Sometimes, well almost all the time, Grandparents rule. Learning curves established with their own children have been acknowledged and refined. Also there is that delightful attribute of being a “grand” in knowing that all the unpleasant part of parenting is no longer their responsibility. Though I was never lucky enough to be a grandparent myself, I was blessed with a few dandies in my life and

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If you have a teenage young lady in your family, this post is geared towards them. Or if you just want to read a pleasant, mystery with out gratuitous sex and graphic language, and one that keeps you turning pages, then this is the book for you. I am 71 and I enjoyed the stew out of it. Of course, my inner teen is alive and well.Karen McQuestion is an e-book author and I have enjoyed several of

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I previously wrote about a former co-worker Margie here. We worked side by side at the bank so I was part of the following story.Social Security checks use to arrive all at the beginning of the month instead of staggered like they do now. So senior check day was really busy at the bank. That was when we saw some people for the only time all month.Many seniors stuck in our minds either by

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Think I am going to take a little blog vacation. Not a thing wrong, just have some things to do and I could use a little down time. I should be back posting by next Monday. When I get back, I will catch up with your blogs. I am temporally suspending comments while I am gone as I have been getting a lot of spam lately. Also, sadly, I will not be allowing Anonymous comments in the future for that

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Pat Arkansas at Remembrances of an Arkansas Stamper mentioned she was going to Lake Magness in Arkansas to view the Trumpeter Swans who winter there. Check her blog for some really nice swan shots. I got super tickled at the “butt up” one. I tried to get one like it but never quite made it. These Swans are relatively rare birds that were almost extinct in the US by the early twentieth century.

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Sometimes I am so amazed by what I am seeing that I am transfixed. Running to get a camera didn't enter my mind. I am so sorry, I wish I were better trained. I kept thinking in the back of my mind that surely I could find a representation of what I was seeing on the Internet. Everything is on the Internet. Evidently, not this. I have told friends and family familiar with snow events what I saw

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For those of you who are enjoying your Kindles , I have found a nice free book you might want to consider. It is called “Letters of a Woman Homesteader” by Elinore Pruitt Stewart.It is the true account of a woman in the 1900 who decides to homestead in Wyoming. This was before women were allowed to vote and not that many owned property. Elinore Pruitt was born at Fort Smith, Arkansas, in 1876 and

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I really don't have anything for today so I will give you bits and pieces that alone would never qualify as a post. Together, they might not either but since I can't provide quality I say, provide quantity. That used to get me through my English classes.Packers win Super Bowl, beat Steelers 31-25I do hope your team won. If not, you can be content that while the Steelers may have lost, they gave

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I have a young friend here in my tiny town. We would do and have done what ever the other needed in time of crisis. Jewels is 40 to my 71 but we have a really nice friendship.Jewels has had a really rough couple of years. Part of that has been from going through a horrendous year health wise suffering from, Tularemia complications and still isn't totally well. The other part was still being in

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Though I have been single a good portion of my adult life, I was engaged 3 times. Just could never pull the trigger after my failed marriage. This is about one of those times.Bill was a friend of a friend. He was a known player and heart breaker so my friend some how thought he was the perfect match for me. Pretty sure that wasn't meant to be flattering. I was also notorious for ducking in and

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