Mother died in July, I’ve been busy trying to be seen by all of my doctors, playing catch-up, and my lung #cancer may be back. TODAY, about 1pm I’ll be in the hospital having a procedure to see if it is cancer or possibly scar tissue or a possible infection! I have excellent doctors, the Oncologist doesnt’ think its back, so my Pulmonologist will be doing the procedure.
So if you could say a prayer, I’d be ever so grateful … for a positive outcome.
A beautifully created AI – Mother would love this one!
There will be a visitation tonight for my beautiful Mother who was 97 and died this past Tuesday. July 8, 2025. It’s a heartache but we were aware it was coming after her recent hospital stay and a new diagnosis of Congestive Heart Failure and another hospital visit that we are still unaware of the problem.
My Mother was a wonderful person inside and out. She loved everyone she met and was an all consumed believer in Jehovah Our God.
Because of her resolve and unfearing death, I’m at peace but that certailnly does not relieve the hurt in my heart and head.
Therefore I have lot of memories that will fill my head and heart with joy, laughter, tears, sorrow, but most of all Mother & Daughter, we were best friends, who knew the love forever bond between us.
My Mother, I’ll love you as I did before, forever and always now.
This day, 5.31.2017. (6) Six Years Ago, I was in surgery for lungcancer. And all was removed. Including the lower right lobe ….
I’m grateful & thankful for the surgeon who took the time to test every little bit before saying it was all gone according to the spot test at the time.
NO chemo was needed.
NO radiation was needed.
I’ve stayed ‘Cancer Free’ for the 5 years since….
Today is just another. Very Grateful Day. Marking another year. ❤️🌹❤️ …. Just wanted to share….
Did you know that not so long ago, I painted glass!?
Had to stop for awhile and still have some pieces in storage but most
that I Painted, were sold at Art Shows and by simply sharing my ‘art’
Until I get this part started again, hopefully during the summer here’s a few (and not the best clarity in focus …. but hopefully) they will let you see and hopefully have an interest in a comeback of my
I’d be delighted to have you come for a visit and of course offer any suggestions for improvement! I look forward to sharing what I create in my ‘spare time’!
REAL TIRED trying to get this WORDPRESS site for my ART going. Every time I think I’ve got it RIGHT, NOT! … The themes are not meant for ‘artists … only photographers and their photos. Well, I don’t have time to do photographs all the time .. but I do make time to fiddle with creative applications that bring me relaxation and joy…. and all I wanted to do was share some of me, and have something to hold on to! But that really seems impossible!
IFANYONE reads this and would like to suggest, I’m all ears. I’m sure that SUPPORT with WP is tired of seeing and trying to help me ..but that’s what they do .. and lag with my time schedule. Oh WELL! …I’m so frustrated. I’d love to scream, and scream, and scream, at the top of my lungs and then cry, cry, cry…. but people would think that I was loosing my mind and mad. NO, I just really need an outlet, without my mom who is 95, and in failing health to see me upset. BUT it scares the HELL out of me. So I’m Upset. I’m Frustrated. So, thanks for letting me vent .. and one day when things get ironed out: I’ll stop in and see what all of you have to say.
Today . the 26th of April . my daddy would be 98 years old. But we remember instead with thoughts, love and laughter.
This POEM, is such a true representation of a small part of who he was and how we loved him. Mother and I miss him everyday.
DADDYS PLAYGROUND
An old green colored shed tops a makeshift work area That once was a housing unit for my brothers’ cage of birds Snakes and such. Now it is filled with various sized bolts; Some of which even the same size maybe totally different For the need… The aged fingers reach for yet another. The area is covered with wheels, handles and motors. The smell of gas and oil is sometimes nauseating. But from sun-up to sun-down…with a few short breaks in-between We can always find Daddy Tinkering with lawnmowers…edger’s Sharpening blades Unclogging fuel lines Replacing wheels All of which have yet a few good blades to cut The fingers work tediously long hours While sitting on a stool – Comprised of an old bucket with a board on top Finished product… A labor of love and frustration thrown in Here and there They’re wheeled out to the road, curb side With a sign – for sale – And the waiting begins. But the ages fingers reach for yet another to conquer With his loyal companion at his feet, His dog sable Daddy begins the task that will yet continue To fulfill his hours under the old green colored Shed searching fingers reaching to find the Right tools and bolts to Sharpen blades Unclog fuel lines Replace wheels Sitting on the short stool …. The bucket and board. Until the setting sun brings a dinner call from Mother We know where we can find daddy In his playground With wheels and blades of steel.
This represents, Daddy, Mother and myself… the three of us. When daddy left. We miss Daddy Everyday.
If, you’re checking in on me, or watching what I might post… I certainly would appreciate some feed-back on my progress that has got me so confused about the layout!
WHAT, you might say … WHAT Am I talking about? That’s my problem!
My Poetry that I’m going to post … Heart Strings (in the works)
And My Art Corner. This is the one that I’m having difficulty with.
Making sure the pages and what will be, flow smoothly, but with so much going on in my life I find myself, confused about what should be instead of letting it flow with ease I guess!
I don’t even see right now the cats & tags!
I know its’s early or late .. me, I do need to get to bed! STAT . So If you’re inclined to take a peek, I certainly would appreciate your feedback!
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So, as she was getting her things “in order,” she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly.
“What’s that?” came the Pastor’s reply.
“This is very important,” the young woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the young woman asked.
“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. “My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…..like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!
So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, “What’s with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.”
The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the
of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral, people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Repeatedly the Pastor heard the question, “What’s with the fork?” And over and over, he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to “Keep their fork.”
Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share … being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
This was sent from a friend, and I wish I knew the writer at the end to Thank her for sharing it! It is a wonderful laugh!
Enjoy!
As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.
The trucker lowers the window, and she says, “Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load.”
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the window.
Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they’ve never spoken, the blonde says brightly, “Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!”
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.
At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck window.
The trucker lowers the window. Again she says, “Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!”
When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says…
“Hi, my name is Kevin, it’s winter in Minnesota and I’m driving the SALT TRUCK!”
Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that our government can track a cow born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she sleeps in the state of Washington? And, they tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give them all a cow.
THE CONSTITUTION
They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq. Why don’t we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it’s worked for over 200 years and we’re not using it anymore.
TEN COMMANDMENTS
The real reason that we can’t have the Ten Commandments in a courthouse……..
You cannot post “Thou Shalt Not Steal,” “Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery” and “Thou Shall Not Lie” in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians — it creates a hostile work environment.
A blonde woman was having financial troubles so she decided to kidnap a child and demand a ransom. She went to a local park, grabbed a little boy, took him behind a tree and wrote a note. “I have kidnapped your child. I am sorry to do this but I need the money. Leave $10,000 in a plain brown bag behind the big oak tree in the park at 7AM.” Signed, “The Blonde.”
She pinned the note inside the little boy’s jacket and told him to go straight home. The next morning, she returned to the park to find the $10,000 in a brown bag behind the big oak tree, just as she had instructed. Inside the bag with the cash was the following note. “Here is your money. I cannot believe that one blonde would do this to another.”
This is just too funny not to share. Excerpted from an article which appeared in the Dublin Times about a bank robbery on March 2.
Once inside the bank shortly after midnight, their efforts at disabling the security system got underway immediately. The robbers, who expected to find one or two large safes filled with cash & valuables, were surprised to see hundreds of smaller safes throughout the bank.
The robbers cracked the first safe’s combination, and inside they found only a small bowl of vanilla pudding.
As recorded on the bank’s audio tape system, one robber said, ‘At least we’ll have a bit to eat.’
The robbers opened up a second safe, and it also contained nothing but vanilla pudding. The process continued until all s safes were opened.
They did not find one pound sterling, a diamond , or an ounce of gold. Instead, all the safes contained covered bowls of pudding. Disappointed, the robbers made a quiet exit, each leaving with nothing more than a queasy, uncomfortably full stomach. The newspaper headline read:
IRELAND’S LARGEST SPERM BANK ROBBED EARLY THIS MORNING…
A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o’clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is three o’clock in the morning!” He slams the door and returns to bed.
“Who was that?” asked his wife.
“Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.
“Did you help him?” she asks.
“No, I did not, it is three in the morning and it is pouring outside!”
“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!”
The man does as he’s told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pouring rain. He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes,” comes back the answer.
“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.
George Phillips of Meridian, Mississippi was going up to bed when his wife told him that he’d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window.
George opened the back door to go turn off the light but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.
He phoned the police, who asked “Is someone in your house?” and he said “no”. Then they said that all patrols were busy, and that he should simply lock his door and an officer would be along when available.
George said, “Ok,” hung up, counted to 30, and phoned the police again.
“Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people in my shed. Well, you don’t have to worry about them now cause I’ve just shot them all.” Then he hung up.
Within five minutes three police cars, an Armed Response unit, and an ambulance showed up at the Phillips residence and caught the burglars red-handed.
One of the Policemen said to George: “I thought you said that you’d shot them!”
George said, “I thought you said there was nobody available!
A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, right up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, “I would like to buy some cyanide.”
The pharmacist asked, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”
The lady replied, “I need it to poison my husband.”
The pharmacist’s eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Lord have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband! That’s against the law! I’ll lose my license! They’ll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!”
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, “Well now. That’s different. You didn’t tell me you had a prescription. “
If it’s not too much to ask, I’d really like an honest opinion.
About Web Sights
Yes I know I’m here on WordPress .. but what other might you use for other venues?
Blogger? GoDaddy? I’m not even sure of what all is out here. Or do you put all your eggs into one basket … here (or elsewhere).
I’m torn, because of cost, but I have so many poems that I’d really like to showcase, as there is a book with a title in the library of congress with Copyright… but I’ll probably never get it fully proofed as it should, so one or two at a time will work.
Creative ART & my Hand-Painted glass. Yes, I guess I’ve had my hands in a few things throughout the years with so many interruptions… I just need to try and focus on one or two and show what I’m capable of!
That’s why my question.
And with WordPress… It’s a pain sometimes, trying as now to compose and it keeps moving words into other parts as it pleases! I also like the poetry to be displayed as I wrote them.. NOT everything is up and down left to right ..and I want it to be shown as I wrote them and intended for them to be. AND different fonts are always a way of expression with me.
I do hope that someone will read, understand this and help me out. My time is precious as I’m a caregiver of my Mother who will be 95 in April. So my time, is when I can I want to grab an easy place to Hang My Hat!
Having a difficult time trying to figure out and design another ‘site’ for my art creations and my ‘stuff’.
Apophysis, Digital, Fractal art designs that are incredibly fun and fascinating. Along with a few other applications derived from the same premise. design with fractals… Some I’ve tried and way beyond my mind with so many other things that arose, my mind was not into it… but a couple are indeed worth trying.
And NOW, there has come the AI creations, that Ifind so intriguing and unique, but sometimes my mind goes into dump mode and there’s nothing there with the visual that so many have. BUT I have created some that I’m thrilled with.
So WHERE do I go and what do I do? STAY here or go to another(s) sight?
My Poetry, I also have listed at BLOGGER, one of the book parts that I’ve sat on for many years. I Really Need to start showcasing them again!
AND least but not forgotten, is the hand painted glass that I cannot do at the moment, but I would like to share what I created and the pieces I still have within my arsenal!
HELP!.. Now there are three parts to my book of poetry, and think best to separate out.
The designs of fractal creations … so many sections!
OK, so I have this blog here on WordPress .. and I (in the past) created art on deviantART and I’m trying to get back on both and keep my mind focusing on something other than the medical problems that faces myself and my mom with my daddy. And it appears that both WP and DA have changed so much, that I need to learn them both all over again! DA is messing up my Journal UPDATE Entries … and have put them Who knows Where! … and WP .. wants (but I think fixed) to approve my posts before they are posted! … a Ping back! ??? Come on, blogging and art entries should be easy. Write what you want, how you want it displayed .. (and WP is not my favorite layout with this) and showcase your art in a simple form that the public can view your art, or read your blog! What is so hard for this to be done? I should be able to write with a FLARE, bold, italic, color ….. background color, if I choose to emphasize WHAT I’m writing about. And my ART should be showcased in the format fitting the work of art – object, glass, poetry, but I suppose too many hands in the pot, without the proper stirring and it will boil over. No wonder so many people have left deviant ART in the past – and others (me included) might in the near future! … And WordPress should do away with those THEMES that are so outdated. I was receiving e-mails on updates from WP, the people I was am following … and for one reason or another ALL of it stopped.
NOW mind you, I did stop some of the following blogs daily e-mails …, but I certainly did NOT stop the news alerts from WP … but yet they did …. for instance … when new themes are presented, notice sent, right. That all stopped. So did any notice of updates.
It leaves me to wonder and ponder… WHAT next shall I do?
You can find me on Facebook & also dabble in Twitter…. But they also have their own set of problems ….
On another note of Question? Why does WP have to have Tags & Categories is the most awful place on the (ANY) theme … Who cares? Does it really make THAT much of a difference?? It put them on EVERY POST? Oh well, just something I’ve always hated… I think a BLOG to read, should be a lay-out like your favorite magazine. ‘Better Homes & Gardens’ – ‘Victorian’ – ‘Time’… etc. The blog should be inviting, & enjoyable. Not clouded by the unnecessary things.
While in the car headed out to meet with two friends for lunch at The Corner Bistro. It was a GREAT lunch, with the Friends who were also with me when the Over the HILL 40th Birthday rolled around .. 22 years ago. { February 7th }
Late Yesterday (Thursday) I received a birthday card from my cousin in NC… a Phone call last night from TWO Aunts .. who then both sang “Happy Birthday” to me …
Then an e-mail this morning {Friday} from a (special) cousin in NC who said something like this “that on this day God had created a beautiful baby . and to enjoy my day” (something like that) {so I think I did OK}.. and then the lunch … arrive home…
Came home, (after checking in on Mom and Dad) & another phone call from my aunt with wishes again…. went back to Mom & Dad’s … and cake … (daddy now sleeping) SO mom and I watched the opening of the Sochi 2014 Olympics … and that was wonderful to share with my mother. (the cake was good too) …
A couple more ‘messages’ from two cousins….
So turning my age – is not bad …
I look forward to what the year has in store for me, & when things get tough as they sometimes do, I’ll have friends who will listen, give support, give hope, share LOVE…
Twenty-Two Years ago .. I was celebrating my 40th Birthday with friends…. and today, I will celebrate with two of those friends with an afternoon lunch.
Life has had its ups and downs, but that is what happens when life marches
on no matter what occurs and how hard we try and stop it or even wish the wheels could turn back.
But life, it is what we make it. I’ve done OK … not the best at times, but I’m proud of who I am as a person. And with that, that is the most important gift I can give myself… not just today, but any given day.
Be proud, Walk tall, Cry when needed, Laugh as often as you can, Love with your heart, Pray, Share the Joys and Sorrows…. GROW within ones self, so others can also grow with you.
Though this ID card has been reproduced as a souvenir item and sold in stores and has also been seen in many books, this piece appears to be the actual one that Monroe used when she performed for the troops in Korea while she and Joe DiMaggio were on their honeymoon.
Could you imagine coming home from work to find this tiny creature napping on your couch with your dog? Guess who came home for dinner? It followed this beagle home, right through the doggy door This happened in Maryland recently. The owner came home to find the visitor had made himself right at home.. This hit the 6 o’clock news big time.
Isn’t this adorable? Send this to all your friends,
especially the animal lovers and give them a big smile.
I just received my tax return for 2013 back from the IRS. It puzzles me!!! They are questioning how many dependents I claimed. I guess it was because of my response to the question: “List all dependents?” I replied: 12 million illegal immigrants; 3 million crack heads; 42 million unemployed people on food stamps, 2 million people in over 243 prisons; Half of Mexico; and 535 persons in the U.S. House and Senate.” Evidently, this was NOT an acceptable answer. I KEEP ASKING MYSELF, WHO THE HELL DID I MISS
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And of course I entered the email – but I already have an account with Zazzle making products
one which was Shoes (ourchased a pair for my MOM) and yet I cannot access My Own MADE ZAZZLE – Keds Shoes…. For MEN ~ For WOMEN ~ For KIDS (Children) ~~~ forget that they were going to re-vamp …. I wanted My shoes!
and still have not hear fromn them after email contact – no response!
I just want my shoes back … I love the designs I made making the shoes and I’m sure I am NOT the only one.
This is MY Voice! ~ W#hich I have a right to express being they plainly stated.
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Now to prove what I say – Here are just a ~ FEW ~ of my designs at Zazzle!
Visit my ZazzleStore & Keep Looking for the S*H*O*E*S to reutrn!
This Reporter has (((NAILED IT))) This should go VIRAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEST SUMMATION OF BARACK AND MICHELLE EVER! Mychal Massie is a respected writer and talk show host in Los Angeles. The other evening on my twitter, a person asked me why I didn’t like the Obama’s? Specifically I was asked: “I have to ask, why do you hate the Obama’s? It seems personal, not policy related. You even dissed (disrespect) their Christmas family picture.”
The truth is I do not like the Obamas, what they represent, their ideology, and I certainly do not like his policies and legislation. I’ve made no secret of my contempt for the Obamas. As I responded to the person who asked me the aforementioned question, I don’t like them because they are committed to the fundamental change of my/our country into what can only be regarded as a Communist state.
I don’t hate them per definition, but I condemn them because they are the worst kind of racialists, they are elitist Leninists with contempt for traditional America. They display disrespect for the sanctity of the office he holds, and for those who are willing to admit same, Michelle Obama‘s raw contempt for white America is transpicuous. I don’t like them because they comport themselves as emperor and empress.
I expect, no I demand respect, for the Office of President and a love of our country and her citizenry from the leader entrusted with the governance of same. President and Mrs. Reagan displayed an unparalleled love for the country and her people.
The Reagan’s made Americans feel good about themselves and about what we could accomplish. Obama’s arrogance by appointing 32 leftist czars and constantly bypassing congress is impeachable. Eric Holder is probably the MOST incompetent and arrogant DOJ head to ever hold the job. Could you envision President Reagan instructing his Justice Department to act like jack-booted thugs? Presidents are politicians and all politicians are known and pretty much expected to manipulate the truth, if not outright lie, but even using that low standard, the Obama’s have taken lies, dishonesty, deceit, mendacity, subterfuge and obfuscation to new depths. They are verbally abusive to the citizenry, and they display an animus for civility. I do not like them, because they both display bigotry overtly, as in the case of Harvard Professor Louis Gates, when he accused the Cambridge Police of acting stupidly, and her code speak pursuant to not being able to be proud of America. I view that statement and that mindset as an insult to those who died to provide a country where a Kenyan, his illegal alien relatives, and his alleged progeny, could come and not only live freely, but rise to the highest, most powerful, position in the world.
Michelle Obama is free to hate and disparage whites because Americans of every description paid with their blood to ensure her right to do same. I have a saying, that “the only reason a person hides things, is because they have something to hide.” No president in history has spent millions of dollars to keep his records and his past sealed. And what the two of them have shared has been proved to be lies. He lied about when and how they met, he lied about his mother’s death and problems with insurance, Michelle lied to a crowd pursuant to nearly $500,000 bank stocks they inherited from his family. He has lied about his father’s military service, about the civil rights movement, ad nausea. He lied to the world about the Supreme Court in a State of the Union address. He berated and publicly insulted a sitting Congressman. He has surrounded himself with the most rabidly, radical, socialist academicians today.
He opposed rulings that protected women and children that even Planned Parenthood did not seek to support. He is openly hostile to business and aggressively hostile to Israel. His wife treats being the First Lady as her personal American Express Black Card (arguably the most prestigious credit card in the world). I condemn them because, as people are suffering, losing their homes, their jobs, their retirements, he and his family are arrogantly showing off their life of entitlement – as he goes about creating and fomenting class warfare. I don’t like them, and I neither apologize nor retreat from my public condemnation of them and of his policies. We should condemn them for the disrespect they show our people, for his willful and unconstitutional actions pursuant to obeying the Constitutional parameters he is bound by, and his willful disregard for Congressional authority. Dislike for them has nothing to do with the color of their skin; it has everything to do with their behavior, attitudes, and policies. And I have open scorn for their constantly playing the race card. It is my intention to do all within my ability to ensure their reign is one term. I could go on, but let me conclude with this. I condemn in the strongest possible terms the media for refusing to investigate them, as they did President Bush and President Clinton, and for refusing to label them for what they truly are. There is no scenario known to man, whereby a white president and his wife could ignore laws, flaunt their position, and lord over the people, as these two are permitted out of fear for their color. As I wrote in a syndicated column titled, “Nero In The White House” – “Never in my life, inside or outside of politics, have I witnessed such dishonesty in a political leader. He is the most mendacious political figure I have ever witnessed. Even by the low standards of his presidential predecessors, his narcissistic, contumacious arrogance is unequalled. Using Obama as the bar, Nero would have to be elevated to sainthood…
Many in America wanted to be proud when the first person of color was elected president, but instead, they have been witness to a congenital liar, a woman who has been ashamed of America her entire life, failed policies, intimidation, and a commonality hitherto not witnessed in political leaders. He and his wife view their life at our expense as an entitlement – while America’s people go homeless, hungry and unemployed.”
** I for one NEVER thought it appropriate for a First Lady to be Sleevless! **
Official photographic portrait of US President Barack Obama (born 4 August 1961; assumed office 20 January 2009) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This time last night we were on the verge of a NEW YEAR here in the USA, while other parts of the world had already begun their New Year with much hope and tons of aspirations full of all the joys and excitements with laughter, family, friends, & certainly fireworks of somesort!
Today was probably filled with the traditions of doing their shopping – eating – or whatever IF anything at all.
Here Mom, Dad & I ate Greens and Black-Eyed Peas! – a Southern thing in the south of the USA!
At least that was after the events of this morning …
*** I am certain it is not what this young 18-20 year old male thought would happen to him. !!! ***
WRECK ~~~ Just outside my house. A little more and he could jhave hit my BIG oak tree or My HOUSE ~~~ so he ended uup hitting one of my palm trees ?!? and ripping off one of his tires … flattened another, two windows smashed and the passenger side … BAD! .. and the driver side as well as the passenger side .. tore up on the running boards .. and underneath.
THANKFUL that the Young man was not hurt. … at least he said not … but EMT’s did check him out … but he was sooooooooo scared. As you know, I told him that no one knows his body like he does and anything feels ‘off’ to go to ER… because it cpould come later.
I am just so GLAD that it was not worse … and I know he was glad I stopped yelling at him.
I know for fact – (yes I know – I’m not police … did not see – but I heard & I know this street and how the YOUNG drive it) that he was … as we say ‘flying’…….
I just hope it taught him a valuable lesson and that others might have learned from it too!
I will keep him in my thoughts.
OH ~~~ he also was worried because he only had ID – Not Drivers License … It was his
AUNTS SUV ~ and she stated she had No Insurance. …. So it could have been so much worse.
Now the pictures will show a little – but I’ll tell you ~ It scared the Whits out of ME!!!~~~
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This is my HOUSE!
The next few months / days have to be better – RIGHT!
Kijivu holds her newborn baby at Prague Zoo, where the staff is celebrating this rare birth of a Western lowland gorilla in captivity. The new arrival comes after one of the most tragic events in the zoo’s history.
On the first day of school, the children brought gifts for their teacher.
The supermarket manager’s daughter brought the teacher a basket of assorted fruit.
The florist’s son brought the teacher a bouquet of flowers.
The candy-store owner’s daughter gave the teacher a pretty box of candy.
Then the liquor-store owner’s son brought up a big, heavy box. The teacher lifted it up and noticed that it was leaking a little bit..She touched a drop of the liquid with her finger and tasted it.
“Is it wine?” she guessed.
“No,” the boy replied. She tasted another drop and asked, “Champagne?”
I know they say with age memory can go and yes – I’m there and have been for awhile… but what is really bad is forgetting when you log into your blog site on WP it has a different theme.??
Oh ~ that’s right I did mention before that I might change it – but to forget it!? Yes I’ve lost a little more today than what I would like to admit.
I suppose shopping for a new car (as mine is 16+ years old) will do that to you.
But I think … and I say that lightly – that I might have found one I like. Not NEW mind you ~ but a newer one that I will feel will take care of things if I might need to do to take care of my Mom & Dad…. (with the little things of mine in there too) … Some of you might know that I have terminal cancer – but within the last 3 years my Dad now has cancer also ..(and in 2008 he had open heart).. was fine until this last year when things have begun to be a little harder for him… and I want to be prepared in the event he will need assistance walking or actually using a wheel chair. His legs are getting the better of him now … and might have come to the conclusion that he ‘just might’ need a ‘wheelchair’~! But we will cross that bridge if and when we (Mom & I) need too. There is just the Three (3) of us here… as I lost (Mom & Dad – Sons) both brothers & the rest of Dad’s family has passed & Mom’s in another state.
Of course there are some cousins – Nephews & Neices … but they have their own family to attend to.
So back to the car … my current car is 1996 Mercury Sable ~ I am the second owner with about 56,000 miles – original~! The one I’ve got my EYES on is a Toyota Highlander – the Sport 2008 …. looks like Champage color ..but the dealers call it Gold … either way … very nice!
Now if I can get them to take a little bit more down in price after all it is ToyotaThon~So wish me luck … oh … Dad is buying it as a gift and will not have anything else to say about it … but still I will watch $ cost.
Mother is so very tired taking care of Daddy & Daddy is frustrated that he cannot do the things he has always done. Such a very active man … all his life. Dad is 87 & Mom is 84 … So blessed to still have them in my life.
Dad’s Cancer is Melemona (skin) which went into the Lymph nodes on the left last September.
FINALLY!!! News from the medical world that makes sense!!!
Johns Hopkins Update This is an extremely good article. Everyone should read it. AFTER YEARS OF TELLING PEOPLE CHEMOTHERAPY IS THE ONLY WAY TO TRY (‘TRY’, BEING THE KEY WORD) TO ELIMINATE CANCER,JOHNS HOPKINS ISFINALLY STARTING TO TELL YOU THERE IS AN ALTERNATIVE WAY .
Cancer Update from Johns Hopkins:
1. Every person has cancer cells in the body. These cancer cells do not show up in the standard tests until they have multiplied to a few billion. When doctors tell cancer patients that there are no more cancer cells in their bodies after treatment, it just means the tests are unable to detect the cancer cells because they have not reached the detectable size.
2. Cancer cells occur between 6 to more than 10 times in a person’s lifetime.
3. When the person’s immune system is strong the cancer cells will be destroyed and prevented from multiplying and forming tumors.
4. When a person has cancer it indicates the person has nutritional deficiencies. These could be due to genetic, but also to environmental, food and lifestyle factors.
5. To overcome the multiple nutritional deficiencies,changing diet to eat more adequately and healthy, 4-5 times/day and by including supplements will strengthen the immune system.
Surgery can also cause cancer cells to spread to other sites. An effective way to battle cancer is to starve the cancer cells by not feeding it with the foods it needs to multiply. *CANCER CELLS FEED ON:
a. Sugar substitutes like NutraSweet, Equal, Spoonful, etc are made with Aspartame and it is harmful. A better natural substitute would be Manuka honey or molasses, but only in very small amounts. Table salt has a chemical added to make it white in color Better alternative is Bragg’s aminos or sea salt.
b. Cancer cells thrive in an acid environment. A meat-based diet is acidic and it is best to eat fish, and a little other meat, like chicken. Meat also contains livestock antibiotics, growth hormones and parasites, which are all harmful, especially to people with cancer.
c. A diet made of 80% fresh vegetables and juice, whole grains, seeds, nuts and a little fruits help put the body into an alkaline environment. About 20% can be from cooked food including beans. Fresh vegetable juices provide live enzymes that are easily absorbed and reach down to cellular levels within 15 minutes to nourish and enhance growth of healthy cells. To obtain live enzymes for building healthy cells try and drink fresh vegetable juice (most vegetables including be an sprouts) and eat some raw vegetables 2 or 3 times a day. Enzymes are destroyed at temperatures of 104 degrees F (40 degrees C)..
Cancer is a disease of the mind, body, and spirit. A proactive and positive spirit will help the cancer warrior be a survivor. Anger, un-forgiveness and bitterness put the body into a stressful and acidic environment. Learn to have a loving and forgiving spirit. Learn to relax and enjoy life. Cancer cells cannot thrive in an oxygenated environment. Exercising daily, and deep breathing help to get more oxygen down to the cellular level. Oxygen therapy is another means employed to destroy cancer cells.
Johns Hopkins has recently sent this out in its newsletters. This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center as well. Dioxin chemicals cause cancer, especially breast cancer. Dioxins are highly poisonous to the cells of our bodies. Don’t freeze your plastic bottles with water in them as this releases dioxins from the plastic. Recently, Dr Edward Fujimoto, Wellness Program Manager at Castle Hospital , was on a TV program to explain this health hazard. He talked about dioxins and how bad they are for us. He said that we should not be heating our food in the microwave using plastic containers. This especially applies to foods that contain fat. He said that the combination of fat, high heat, and plastics releases dioxin into the food and ultimately into the cells of the body. Instead, he recommends using glass, such as Corning Ware, Pyrex or ceramic containers for heating food. You get the same results, only without the dioxin. So such things as TV dinners, instant ramen and soups, etc., should be removed from the container and heated in something else. Paper isn’t bad but you don’t know what is in the paper. It’s just safer to use tempered glass, Corning Ware, etc. He reminded us that a while ago some of the fast food restaurants moved away from the foam containers to paper The dioxin problem is one of the reasons.
Please share this with your whole email list……………………. Also, he pointed out that plastic wrap, such as Saran, is just as dangerous when placed over foods to be cooked in the microwave. As the food is nuked, the high heat causes poisonous toxins to actually melt out of the plastic wrap and drip into the food. Cover food with a paper towel instead.
This is an article that should be sent to anyone important in your life…
Pit bull puppy survives being dragged behind truck for a mile
They named him “Trooper” for his determination, but the 5-month-old pit bull that survived being dragged by a truck down a Missouri highway for more than a mile is more like a miracle. Two weeks after surgery to close wounds that exposed bones, Trooper is eating and drinking normally and walking on his own, and Humane Society of Missouri personnel are cautiously optimistic that a badly injured leg may be saved. The trucker, unaware that the puppy had been tethered to his bumper, was obviously distraught once he was flagged down, and now a $5,000 reward has been offered for information that would lead to an arrest. [Source]
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