Christmas Countdown

Tis the season to get panicked… Fa la la la aaaaaaaaaaa!

I managed to get my Christmas decorations out of the closet after much tugging.
They fell on me and all over the floor; in the corner behind the water heater, by the freezer, among the extra sewing/craft supply shelves, boxes, canning jars, sweeper and God only knows what else.

Hey, I’m just a little old lady; okay? Give me a break!
I live in this cracker box one bedroom apartment that I’ve compartmentalized even the compartments so I can have some resemblance of order and be able to find all my pack rat treasures. Those… someday I’m going to make something out of that…stuff.

The day wasn’t a total loss, because I managed to get all the decorations up inside the place, and I might add, made 8 patch-work revertible Collector Christmas sox; 4 Hugh I can fit a toy truck in it size, and 4 reasonable gift sized for kids. AND got all the mess cleaned up and put back into the “Almost Fibber McGee‘s ” slash coat closet slash utility room slash storage shelves slash oh that’s where I’ll stick it cause I don’t know where else to shove it closet.
Needless to say, but I will anyway because that’s the way I am. I had a good day.

Today I’m scheduling myself cleaning house and making some candy, but since I’m making my gifts this year, I need some tags.  Back to the closet again.

Oh God, please help me find what I’m looking for without getting a concussion.  Amen    (A little prayer can’t hurt.)

Only 24 more days to go. Phew!
Jingle bells Jingle bells Jingle all the waaaaaaay

Crowing Roosters; bad choice for announcing Text Messages!

Ever have one of those people?  The ones that make you want to go kill yourself just to get away from them; they are so annoying people?

I’ve been dealing with one person like that for the past several days, and I think it made me ill, because I couldn’t sleep due to my mind being busily at work running through the “I’m going to says, and I should have said’s” making list of things that annoyed me so I could hit him with the list the next time he pestered me.  Which, if he followed his norm, would be a text message about every half second.

I no more than get part way into answering his myriad of questions and comments in his repartee of useless,unnecessary, and not even the slightest bit entertaining chatter texts until my reply is bombarded with more ceaseless drivel.  You know if he were the least bit entertaining it might warrant putting up with him, but he isn’t.  The more you get to know him the more you don’t want to know him.  And the sad thing is he isn’t a bad person; just annoying as hell.

Anyway, I wound up sick and couldn’t sleep for two whole 24/7 days.  Which ended finally for me when I passed out in a dead sleep this morning about 9 to 9:30. He was to come and help me do something last week, and all the suggestions I made regarding his pay and what and when I wanted him and you know; all the details, kept being turned around, forgotten, misconstrued, misinterpreted, just missed bull shit; which was the cause of my sleeplessness and hostility toward this poor feeble-brained soul.  It has to be he’s impaired in some way; no normally functioning human being could be so messed up and unable to focus.  It’s no wonder drama follows this individual around like Charles Schultz cartoon character Lioness’s dust cloud.

All I know is I guess he decided to show up finally today after I passed out sleeping. I was aroused from my way to short two hour sleep by my roosters crowing telling me I have a text message.  I looked and there were five or six and a missed call and a voice mail telling me he was outside my door waiting to get in to help me; as if I really give a damn at this point.

I decided to call him back and just tell him to go away and leave me alone.  Find another planet if necessary, but I wasn’t interested in any further communications with him; for any reason; at any time.  Instead, I got “blah blah blah leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”  Oh Swell! my groggy brain says to me.

My message…. “I’ve been sick as I’ve told you several times. I passed out from lack of sleep and finally got a over due nap.  I’ve decided I don’t want any help; if I do in the future, I will call.  Thanks anyway, I’m going back to bed. Please don’t disturb me.”

I go to the thrown room to relieve myself and cockadoodle doooooo! My roosters.  OMG!  WTF! GMAB! When I look.. yep you guessed it… the pain in my life is texting me and has added another 3 texts already in as many minutes since disconnecting from the call message I left.

I finalized this chapter in my nightmare by deleting all texts and crawling back into bed, inserting ear plugs (for the roosters) and promptly went back to sleep for another beautiful four hours.  Sigh!  Who knows, maybe he will go away…. a person can dream can’t she?

Snowmen/women and Politics

Ever build a snowman or snow-woman?  Did you ever try to lift one of those hugh snowballs up and place it on top of the base snowball?  Difficult if not impossible alone isn’t it.  That’s what seems to be happening in United States right now.

At this very minute there is a broo-ha-ha going on in Facebook that all started from a woman that worked/works in a Department of Social and Health Services in Northwestern United States.

She started the snowball one day; just kind of bouncing it around and another person joined in with their snowballs. You know how it goes.  As usual there’s always one or two that can’t seem to agree on the way to make a good snowball (or in this case how to deal with political unrest in the USA in 2k10 and the mess facing the country). There is that one bully that thinks by bad mouthing the others, intimidating and verbally poking a stick at everyone will make them just let him lead and do things his way.

Well this particular day everyone stood up and pushed back!

Meanwhile the snowman project is just laying there melting (like our political problems and our politicians).  Is there anyone working on the snowman?  Not so as you could see anyway; lots of hot air, but no real action.  There are some heavy duty issues to contend with before anyone can get the ball rolling again.

The major issue brought up was cutting the budget by cutting Social Security and Medicare.  That has everyone milling around and stewing; what will they come up with next?  Who knows?

I could see the action and wondered why there was only one or two people willing to speak up, while the bully muscled his weight around. About this time is when I got involved.

I’m sure there are ways; just don’t know them.  I guess you and I are the only ones that give a darn.  I’m one of those Sr citizens that worked 2 and 3 jobs all my life; managed to get 2 pensions and then Wall Street knocked me out of one; making it run out before it was time. Now I get punished for having a pension that provides me enough to maybe buy food, since I only get 16.00 in food stamps and no dental and have to pay for insurance (Medicare) but get no credit for doing so when it comes time to figure out what my income is.  On paper I make to much so never get any help.  Yet, as you say, the slugs get everything and I might add, so do all the illegal aliens in the country.  They now get preferential treatment over born in the country legal citizens.  They get every handout known to man; no questions asked.

They can’t tell me; and convince me they can’t do something to cut corners without cutting out Sr citizens and legal citizens getting legitimate help.  Start by cutting their own gravy wages to a working man/woman’s level, cut out all the extras we citizens pay for and make them pay for their own.  Stop all the running around the country campaigning while they are supposed to be doing jobs we elected them to do… and you know what… they’d have this mess figured out and well on its way to being put back into perspective and under control.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out.  If they aren’t doing their jobs; they don’t deserve pay.  That’s what the rest of us live with; so should they.  I think I’m going to do a piece on this very subject on my blog.  See if I can stir up some shit for them.  It only takes one or two.  Complacency kills progress.   Bitching has to be channeled to accomplish anything other than just being noise.

So my friends I’ve got the snowball in my hand and I’m ready to start a snowball fight.. grab your snowball arsenal and lets have a good old fashioned snowball fight to see who gets to build the next snowman.  Are you up for it?

I’m in love with the Allegheny mountains all over again.

If you’d like to read a fantastic book? Read ” Wish you Well” by David Baldacci.
I’m in love with the Allegheny mountains all over again. Those same hills run through my home state of Ohio; where I was born and raised, both on the farm and in the city. I have and had family throughout the hills from Pennsyltucky to Flordy n’back; my best granny cum from West ‘By God’ Virdinia. That’s the way she said it. She was the Mama of my Father; Sina Grimm/Myers The matriarch of the Pennsylvania Dutch and German side of the family.

I had a once removed granny; my Mother’s step-mother kinda. Grandpa’s first wife was arrested for bootleg beer during prohibition. LOL My Irish side again.  The rest of the heritage is shady, some hint of Natives other dispute the allegations, but yay or nay I claim them and hold them lovingly in my heart as a part of who, and what has made me the person I am today.

So looking back on my childhood rearing, I’ve come to appreciate the wisdom I was privy to from these wonderful people I am proud to call my own.

Allegheny mountain folk are the salt of the earth; the backbone of our Nation back to during the time of her birthing pains.  Proud folks; honest folks.  Down to earth genuine characters all; as individual as the snowflakes from heaven.

Were they; are they perfect? No! Shoot, some of them didn’t back then and don’t get along today.  But they all share a common thread: decency, a common sense that can’t be matched; and probably should be taught in schools today.  They all shared a devotion to God and family first, then neighbors, country and the rest of the world; in that order.

Most were cultivators of the soil, and tenders of the gifts of nature; using what God provided on this Eden globe we call earth.  Waste Not; Want Not, and If you can’t make it; you don’t need it, were the two daily pearls we kids heard preached to us daily.  So when I stumbled across these old time farmers list of advice, it got me to reminiscing.  I caught myself saying, yep I heard that one regularly, and that and.. you get the idea.  So with that in mind, I offer you these wise words of advice from many hard working people I know as Allegheny farmers.

Some old farmer’s advice I grew up with; still great advice.

*If you can’t find something to do; I’ll find some work for you.
*There’s no reason to be bored, OR lonesome.
*Don’t pee in the wind or eat yellow snow.
*Don’t eat the strings of string beans unless you want to choke.
*The best place to find help is at the end of your own arm.
*Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want put on the front page of the news paper.

*Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
* Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.
* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
* Words that soak into your ears are whispered…not yelled.
* Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.

* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
* It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.
* You cannot unsay a cruel word.
* Every path has a few puddles.
* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

* The best sermons are lived, not preached.
* Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.
* Don’t judge folks by their relatives.
* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.
* Don’t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t botherin’ you none.

* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.
* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
* The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with watches you from the mirror every mornin’.

* Always drink upstream from the herd.
* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment
* Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.
* If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around.
* Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

Believers are Blessed

If we believe in a Higher Power than ourselves, we are blessed. Now days there are many who have turned away from acknowledging personal flaws, or short comings and only accept a new age god, science, as their proof of no existence of God, and refuse to humble themselves. They refuse to even listen to those that are believers, saying “that’s superstitious nonsense.” Well my God’s handbook, for His believers tells me, “Faith is the substance hoped for; not seen.”(Hebrews 11:1) That’s all the proof I need; that sliver of hope when there is no hope. There are many of us “believers” who hang on to hope and faith in the one who came to the earth 2010 years ago; the reason we celebrate “Christ”mas. We took up His banner and call ourselves “Christ”ians. We are the believers in “The Christ”; “The Anointed one of God”; “God in human form; Jesus of Nazareth.” For anyone who doesn’t know how to pray, or not sure what to say, I’m offering a prayer of stepping out in faith. Reach out to my Savior and He will reach out to you. He is your Savior too. He wants to help you in whatever way you need help. All He asks in return is to believe in Him. He will change lives. He will change circumstances. He will make a new cleaned person of anyone who reaches out to Him. “Ask, and it shall be given” He stands at the door to your heart, just waiting for you to open it to Him. Just ask Him in. You don’t need fancy words, just honest ones. Words like; Jesus; if you are real, I could sure use a God that loves me. Simple Prayer of Salvation Jesus, please come into my heart. Be my Lord and Savior. Help me become a better person. Turn my life into something I can be proud of please. I accept you as my Lord and Savior. Amen Use your own words; but invite Him into your heart. Do that and start reading His Bible; let the words get into you and transform you. You’ll be amazed at the changes that will take place in your life. Meantime, here is a positive affirmation prayer for anyone with an illness, sickness, disease, or a problem of any kind; anything that is causing us grief that we want help with by a God we want so much to believe in, and/or hasn’t abandoned us. That God I pray this prayer to, in faith, is The Creator of ALL things: the source of all life, the author and finisher of all that is holy and good, the Heavenly Father of my Lord and Savior Jesus; our name sake; “Christ” Jesus, who taught us to pray in His name. Prayer for Healing Lord you gave us the authority already, to make it so. It’s a done deal in Your eyes already. We praise you for that precious gift; not only to us, but to those You use our faith to bless. All praise belongs to You; our Lord and Father, through Jesus mighty name. I claim it as already done. Because You believe it! I believe it! It is accomplished! AmenThank You Lord for all your blessings.

Curiouser and Curiouser

I began my journey just wanting to add some Birthday Cards I made for anyone that might want to use them, to my old Jan’s Space blog.. Boy was I in for a surprise!

I uploaded the 165 digital cards I created using my Paint Shop Pro, and discovered that the place I used to know as Jan’s Space would no longer exist after March of 2K11.
Swell! I says to myself; just farging swell!
So now I’m starting another blog on another site after transferring what they would transfer and not transferring what they won’t.
Oh, did I mention I’ve been at this now for 2 hours. NO?
Yep! Isn’t modern technology and conveniences just handy as a pocket in a shirt? NOT!
People! Don’t you realize I have things piling up that need my attention?
What the heck were those stupid things anyway?
Oh! Ya!
My games on Facebook are falling behind! ha ha ha ha

No, all seriousness aside; I’m so darned dingy from being up all night I couldn’t tell you what if anything would get done today, so the timing was perfect for this.
I’ll try to make it interesting here, and not repeat things from my OTHER blog that’s a tongue in cheek slash serious outlet of my soap opera life I dubbed “Blogging Melodrama”
Maybe I’ll change the name of this one to a sequel blog called “As the Stomach Turns”. Who knows? I sure don’t. Not now anyway.
So welcome and I hope you get a bit of entertainment from this blog, or at the very least a chance to bounce your comments.
I just ask that you try to keep it clean and respectful and know I will at no time have an ulterior motive to anything I might voice as my point of view.
I don’t like to EVER hurt anyone intentionally, nor will I purposefully belittle, degrade or berate just for the fun of it.
Nope, I have two categories in which I place people: People I like and People that are A-holes. A-holes come in all races (other than human), colors, nationalities, sexual, political and any other preferences known to the (pc) circles.
As you will soon discover I can’t stand Political Correctness. In fact I’ll probably explain why in my next post.
But for now. Welcome to another point of view.
Mine!

Boy It’s been a long long time!

I guess I should check in here more often, but have been very preoccupied as we often get distracted doing other things.  I don’t know that anyone was reading this anyway, so I’m just going to start posting as I think of stuff; who knows, maybe someone might read and enjoy my ramblings.  

I’ve been making digital birthday cards and trying to post them to people on my friends list on Facebook..  That list by the way keeps growing daily.  At this rate I should be friends with the entire world by the time I die.  ha ha ha  Nice to get reconnected with family; don’t you think?  ha ha 

Well, I’ve always believed we are all related anyway, because I’m a "practicing" Christian.  Practicing because I haven’t gotten it down right yet, but I’m trying.  Well hey, Doctors "practice" medicine don’t they?  Well then I can practice at being a good Christian.  And lemme tell ya, that takes some work.  

First off, not buying into the hype that there are nothing but bad people on this earth, and every one of them is out to get you(me).  Never have believed that.  Oh sure, I’ve run into a few rotten apples, but they come with the territory, just like there are beasties in the woods I wouldn’t want to meet (and have… which is another amazing story in itself).

Nope, most people I’ve met that weren’t too nifty to be around have all been struggling with their own demons; and not doing to well in the fight.

So I’m just putting along through life believing in a better way because of my Heavenly Father’s love for His creation.  If that makes me a weirdo then yep… I guess I’m one of those Bible thumping weirdos.  So don’t be surprised if my topics tend to lean in that positive direction.  If you noticed, my favorite saying is "Be Blessed".  Well that’s why.  So for now…. Be blessed until next time.

Help Stop this Practice!

Here is my comment on the petition…http://www.experienceproject.com/petitions/Stop-Using-Live-Dogs-As-Shark-Bait/1853815378&s=199753#signature_199753
You can add your own.

Join the fight to stop the use of dogs as bait for sharks.

Poor defenseless dogs are being used as bait for sharks. Please join the fight to stop the usage of dogs as live bait for sharks!

Innocent dogs (LIVE!) Are used as bait to catch sharks, and are dragged behind the boats.
Defend the rights of animals and help us putting the word "end" to this inhumane practice on the island of Reunion. We will ask the French Government to ensure that this never happens again.
Here you can watch the video that shows the poor dog rescued:…

http://www.viddler.com/explore/SavePups/videos/1/

Good Times – Hard Times – Happy Memories to Cherish

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, work shirt and a hat; and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more.

But when my mother died, in that clear morning light, I was struck with the pain of realizing sometimes there isn’t any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return. So… While we have it, it’s best we love it… And care for it… And fix it when it’s broken… And heal it when it’s sick.

This is true: For marriage… old cars… children with bad report cards… Dogs and cats with bad hips… aging parents… and grandparents.

We must keep them… because they are worth it… because we’re worth it. Some things we keep, like a best friend that moved away, a classmate we grew up with, or online friends we’ve grown to love and appreciate.

There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special… And so, we keep them close!

I’m keeping you close… in my heart … with all the other things I love so much. I never learned how to throw away the good things in my life… Guess it’s their influence… and the saving grace… they taught.

Tourist Season

Have Fun!
Jan