2026 soon
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Enjoy your celebration of the New Year
Personally, I’m looking forward to seeing change.
It’s very a very difficult year.
So to Health, Happiness, Love, Prosperity.
New Year
Category: Life
Long Time
Coming Back!
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!
The Heart
Heart Loves. Heart Hurts.
Heart Shares. Heart Shines.
Heart Shatters. Heart Mends.
Created with #AI @NightCafe
Being Thankful
This day, 5.31.2017. (6) Six Years Ago, I was in surgery for lung cancer. 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….
A Rose for Mother
Happy Mother’s Day
Hand-Painted Glass
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
Hand-Painted – Signed Art Glass! – ((Kolours))
Mothers
Today .the 11th of MAY, 2023 . after Mothers Day last year .
2022, which fell on the 8th, a Sunday….
My Mothers back was broken. so this is not perfect, but I like the
feeling it portraits as a Mother and Daughters LOVE…
So this coming Sunday, Mothers Day 2023, This Daughter is
Blessed to have her (now) 95 Year old Mother.
Blessing to all the Mothers
This is creation from one of the #AI applications Nightcafe Studios
More Information about this with the link above and here
This is the picture that I used to REFERENCE… the Memory of 2022
Mothers Day, May 8th, 2022
TIRED
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.
Until anther day… On this is now Sunday isn’t it?
Thanks for the venting!
For Daddy
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.
Perhaps
Well, maybe, just maybe…I MIGHT have gotten the art site up.
If you’re able … take a peek and let me know what it’s doing and
what I might be missing! It has certainly been a ‘bee in my bonnet’
and just about gotten the very best of me, bring out an ugly frustration!
SO, Hopefully we will see! Have a Great day and week ahead!
Keep the Fork
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.
And keep your fork.
The Salt Truck
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!”
Amazing Storm Photos
Can you imagine holding your camera steady enough to take these photos!
I cannot nor will I acknowledge that these pictures are what they say, or by whom.
Only will I say that they are beautiful pictures!
Deborah“I don’t know in which order the message was to which photo(s) but I feel the photos of the nature and Her forces speaks for themselves. Be Careful in any situation you might find yourself in.”
The following picture was taken from the third story balcony of Saint Stanislaus College located next door to Our Lady of the Gulf church in Bay Saint Louis, Mississippi on the morning of August 29th, 2005. This is believed to be the initial tidal wave from Hurricane Katrina. The tidal wave was approximately 35 to 40 feet high. When it slammed into the beach front communities of Bay Saint Louis and Waveland Mississippi to completely destroy 99% of every structure along the beach for 9 miles and over ? of a mile inland. The destruction only started there. The flooding that continued inland destroyed the contents of all but 35 homes in these two communities of approximately 14,000 people.
These pictures were taken by a man in Magee, MS where the eye of the storm passed thru.
Magee is 150 miles North of Waveland, Mississippi where the Hurricane made land fall.
The dance with Katrina, part of her beauty as she left destruction on her exit.
Three Things to Think About!
COWS
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.
The Blonde
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.”
Vanilla Pudding Robbery
…..true story…..(at least the e-Mail said so!)
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…
Spaghetti!
A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money, if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card and write “Spaghetti” on the back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin.
One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. “Honey,” she said. “You received a very strange post card today.”
“Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it,” he said.
The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white and fainted.
On the card was written: “Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without.
Statics 100 Engineering Question of the Day?
Q.) How much does a house weigh?
A.) Just a tad more than a rural two-lane bridge can hold, apparently.
SO WOULD THIS BE COVERED BY HOUSE INSURANCE, CAR INSURANCE, OR, DOES IT COME UNDER ROADSIDE ASSISTANCE?
Or do they just put a ramp on both ends and call it a new covered bridge?
Pure Laughter
Mother -What a JOY
My Mother got so tickled… then I did…
WE … Don’t remember what it was about! BUT,
They say…
#LaughterIsTheBestMedicine . Here it was .
Right … We Laughed . so hard … we . almost …
You know the rest!
April 5th • Her Birthday
#ImBlessed
HOUSE FIRES
PLEASE READ
This photo was taken 2/3/2008 at the scene of a house fire.
Received in a e-mail from a someone who is in the insurance property business. It is well worth reading.
This is one of those e-mails that if you don’t send it, rest assured
someone on your list will suffer for not reading it. The original
message was written by a lady whose brother and wife learned a hard lesson this past week.
Their house burnt down.. nothing left but ashes. They have good
insurance so the house will be replaced and most of the contents. That
is the good news.
However, they were sick when they found out the cause of the fire. The
insurance investigator sifted through the ashes for several hours. He
had the cause of the fire traced to th e master bathroom. He asked her
sister-in-law what she had plugged in
the bathroom. She listed the normal things….curling iron, blow dryer.
He kept saying to her, ‘No, this would be something that would
disintegrate at high temperatures’. Then her sister-in-law
remembered she had a Glade Plug-In, in the bathroom.
The investigator had one of those ‘Aha’ moments. He said that was the
cause of the fire. He said he has seen more house fires started with
the plug-in type room fresheners than anything else. He said the
plastic they are made from is THIN. He also said that in every case
there was nothing left to prove that it even existed. When the
investigator looked in the wall plug, the two prongs left from the
plug-in were still in there.
Her sister-in-law had one of the plug-ins that had a small night light
built in it. She said she had noticed that the light would dim and then
finally go out. She would walk in to the bathroom a few hours later,
and the light would be back on again. The investigator said that the
unit was getting too hot, and would dim and go out rather than just
blow the light bulb. Once it cooled down it would come back on. That is
a warning sign
The investigator said he personally wouldn’t have any type of plug in
fragrance device anywhere in his house. He has seen too many places
that have been burned down due to them.
PLEASE PASS THIS ON NOT ONLY COULD IT SAVE SOMEONE’S HOUSE,
BUT IT COULD SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE !
New Gas Tips!
(Every penny counts)(Interesting E-Mail)(a few years back)
I don’t know what you guys are paying for gasoline….Here in California we are also paying higher, up to $3.00 per gal.. But my line of work is in petroleum for about 31 years now, so here are so me tricks to get more of your money’s worth for every gallon.
Here at the Kinder Morgan Pipeline where I work in San Jose , CA we deliver about 4 million gallons in a 24-hour period thru the pipeline. One day is diesel the next day is jet fuel, and gasoline, regular and premium grades. We have 34-storage tanks here with a total capacity of 16,800,000 gallons.
TIP #1: Only buy or fill up your car or truck in the early morning when the ground temperature is still cold. Remember that all service stations have their storage tanks buried below ground. The colder the ground the more dense the gasoline, when it gets war me r gasoline expands, so buying in the afternoon or in the evening….your gallon is not exactly a gallon. In the petroleum business, the specific gravity and the temperature of the gasoline, diesel and jet fuel, ethanol and other petroleum products plays an important role. A 1-degree rise in temperature is a big deal for this business. But the service stations do not have temperature compensation at the pumps.
TIP #2: When you’re filling up do not squeeze the trigger of the nozzle to a fast mode. If you look you will see that the trigger has three (3) stages: low, middle, and high. In slow mode you should be pumping on low speed, thereby minimizing the vapors that are created while you are pumping. All hoses at the pump have a vapor return. If you are pumping on the fast rate, so me of the liquid that goes to your tank becomes vapor. Those vapors are being sucked up and back into the underground storage tank so you’re getting less worth for your money.
TIP #3: One of the most important tips is to fill up when your gas tank is HALF FULL or HALF EMPTY. The reason for this is, the more gas you have in your tank the less air occupying its empty space. Gasoline evaporates faster than you can imagine. Gasoline storage tanks have an internal floating roof. This roof serves as zero clearance between the gas and the atmosphere, so it minimizes the evaporation. Unlike service stations, here where I work, every truck that we load is temperature compensated so that every gallon is actually the exact amount.
TIP #4: VERY IMPORTANT: Another reminder. If there is a gasoline truck pumping into the storage tanks when you stop to buy gas, DO NOT fill up–most likely the gasoline is being stirred up as the gas is being delivered and you might pick up so me of the dirt that normally settles on the bottom.
Hope this will help you get the most value for your money.
Celebration Birthday 95
WHAT TO DO TO CELEBRATE A LIFE – 95 YEARS
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Does not seem possible that I’m so blessed to still have my mother, who will turn a wondrous 95 years of age April 5th
((I’m writing this . 10 days before . It’s the 27th of March 1 am))
I could not be more blessed than I am right now.
I love her more than she has any idea . And I know she loves more more than I have any idea …
But we are always there for each other…. even in times of disagreements… we are together always.
LOOKING AHEAD . – – . A celebration of her LIFE –
Not her Birthday – (don’t celebrate) But acknowledge her LIFE.
I know that there is no family here, she’s stuck with just me… but perhaps you’d like to show a bit of love to her.!.
READ & YOU’LL UNDERSTAND.
My Mother:
Forever my Mother is a beautiful lady, who was also a sister, a wife, a mother & even an aunt & taken too soon, the title of a grandmother… and a loyal friend.
Tootsie Caines Register
Honored that she is my Mom 
Need A Push?
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.
“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.
“Where are you?” asks the husband.
Replies the drunk – “Over here on the swing!”
How To Call The Police!
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 New Store:
Husbands for SALE
A store that sells new husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:
You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights.
The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
Floor 1 – These men Have Jobs. She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:
Floor 2 – These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. “That’s nice”, she thinks, “but I want more.” So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking. “Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 4 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop Dead Good Looking and Help With Housework. “Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims, “I can hardly stand it! “Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 5 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop Dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:
Floor 6 – You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.
PLEASE NOTE:
To avoid gender bias charges, the store’s owner opened a
New Wives store just across the street.
The first floor has wives that love sex.
The second floor has wives that love sex and have money.
The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.
Just Remembering
These if, you’re old like me, certainly know these faces. These faces were created with the new format AI Dream Wombo
Please Help I Need Your Opinion
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!
Thank You for your time.
Just a Heart
Happy Valentines Day to you all with LOVE
My Birthday
I celebrated a birthday today.
Turned an age I wasn’t sure I’d ever see… but I’m here.
But today • I was scared • almost fell face first while going back to the car at CVS on University… I would have fallen face first.
How I did not fall • was God’s hand.
I’m thankful and grateful that I’m not in the hospital!
It really shook me to my core.
Thankful for every day . Even those that don’t go as we’d hope.
Have a blessed day ahead.
I Will .
Changing of Times
Daddy’s Story Through My Eyes
It has been quite some time since I’ve put anything on ‘paper’ but I’m going to give this a try, once again.
So much has changed in these last few years, where to begin.
My DADDY began having issues and neither Mother nor myself recognized what was happening, after all he was up in years! So no need to worry, right? Wrong. Daddy was in the stages of Alzheimer’s. The later stage I guess you’d call it. That began in 2013 when we really noticed, but little did we know it has been approaching for some time.
The SIGNS of this horrible disease, was and still is too little. The signs were there, if only we had known. Times when Mother would have to remember ow they drove to a place so she could help daddy get them back out. That was a sign. But just old age… NOT. It was a subtle sign. Ignored. Not knowing how to write a check or making sure the numbers were correct. I remember vividly one afternoon. Daddy always cut his yard and mine (I live across the street) and loved doing it, as it kept him active & as a young man and Daddy, he had done ‘a many a one’ to help support his family, so he knew how to cut yards & keep them up etc. This one day, I called mom and asked he if Daddy felt OK… why she asked… because he’s cutting the yard (backyard which is very small) all wrong. He’s cutting & throwing the grass into the flower beds that has just been mulched. She say, no… not that she knew of, so we both just figured it was an ‘Off’ day, once again, due to ‘age’. That’s when we began paying a little more and closer attention to the actions and saw that something was definitely wrong. Perhaps he had cancer again, or his heart needed attention again.
In Apr.il of 2013 we tricked daddy going for a ride and took him to the ER
….Back to writing this ….
That was the beginning of a discovery we knew nothing about and still there is little known things to alert the loved ones.
What’s ahead is devastating. For everyone, including the loved one your watching go down hill with no way to stop it, no way to tell them and understand that you’ll be there for them and you’ll love them forever and always.
Alzheimer’s Disease……
DADDY. Back to our story of Daddy….
WELL, I suppose this will have to wait until another time .yet again. but for now, perhaps someone, if only me will read and understand the trial and tribulations that have occurred over the last several years .. and that does not begin to touch the surface of my mother and I dealing with that and the other issues that tagged along and others that arose!
So until another post.another day. stay well.
One More Day
This is the last day of my life with the age of 70!
It’s been a tumble few years, but all in all, grateful for the times I’ve had and shared
with my Mother who will turn 95 in April. She is a true tough cookie, as the old saying goes! She and I together we’ve tried to conquer the hurdles that have come our way.
So this last day of being 70 … I’m so grateful for this time. Tomorrow is not promised, but praying that the dayand weeks and months ahead will shine light on mother and I!
Until later, may your day be one of blessings.
We’ll meet again.
Thanks Biden
Please take few minutes of your time to listen and watch her cry .
He sons health is at risk because of prescription pricing.
Insulin. One box. One month supply.
The difference in Cost from …
Trump vs Biden Question asked Who else?
How many? Will be in this position.
Her title… Thanks Biden! Her name is Frances Simpson
Find her There! Its a powerful Video.
Daddy’s Playground
Daddy’s 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, may be
Totally difference 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. . . edgers:
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, curbside;
With a sign – for sale –
And the waiting begins.
But the aged 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.
Remembering Daddy
Those pictures I said I might share of my daddy . Today he would have been 94 .
Such a loving, humble, kind person. A husband, a daddy, a friend, a brother & a granddaddy. He was a great man.
FLASH BACK
Mom and I were on my cousins’s boat in Virginia … 1980’s
The Other picture is one taken probably 1984 ?
In other words .. a lot of years ago!
It sure makes you stop and think and be grateful for the life you have now.
BEING ALIVE.
SNEEZE
Beyond his years . This Young Speaker will go places.
Click on the link below and take a listen.
Speaker: KING NAHH
HAPPINESS IS
Being 12 again, while watching the #BEATLES 50 years later.
An experience #flashback!
Birthdays & Being Thankful!
I Turned Another Year Older
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…
Today – My Birthday
Two Girl Friends
We spent the lunch time this afternoon
22 years later from my previous post. { February 7th }
when we were a bit younger….
February 7th
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.
Thankful. That I have this LIFE.
Marilyn Monroe’s 1954 I.D. Card
Monroe’s I.D. card sold for $57,000.
From Bonhams description:
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.
And she didn’t even lie about her weight.
DOGGY DOOR
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.
Tax Return *~* Returned
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
Meaning of the Flag Draped Coffin
- Image by Eleventh Earl of Mar via Flickr
Originally posted May 1, 2009 @ 15:41
BUT getting a lot of response right now so
reposting with this date and updating.
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How many of you knew this?
Meaning of the Flag Draped Coffin
I hope you take the time to read this … To understand what the flag draped coffin really means … Here is how to understand the flag that laid upon it and is surrendered to so many widows and widowers.
Do you know that at military funerals, the 21-gun salute stands for the sum of the numbers in the year 1776?
Have you ever noticed the honor guard pays meticulous attention to correctly folding the United States of America Flag 13 times? You probably thought it was to symbolize the original 13 colonies, but we learn something new every day!
The 1st fold of the flag is a symbol of life.
The 2nd fold is a symbol of the belief in eternal life.
The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing the ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of the country to attain peace throughout the world.
The 4th fold represents the weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance ..
The 5th fold is a tribute to the country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, ‘Our Country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong.’
The 6th fold is for where people’s hearts lie. It is with their heart that They pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America , and the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.
The 7th fold is a tribute to its Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that they protect their country and their flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of their republic.
The 8th fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day.
The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded.
The 10th fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of their country since they were first born.
The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the Christians eyes, God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit.
The 13th fold, or when the flag is completely folded, the stars are ! uppermost reminding them of their nations motto, ‘In God We Trust.’
After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the Sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for them the rights, privileges and freedoms they enjoy today.
There are some traditions and ways of doing things that have deep meaning. In the future, you’ll see flags folded and now you will know why.
Share this with the children you love and all others who love what is referred to, the symbol of ‘ Liberty and Freedom.’
MAYBE THE SUPREME COURT SHOULD READ THIS EXPLANATION BEFORE THEY RENDER THEIR DECISION ON THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE.
FORWARD IT; MAYBE SOMEONE WITH THE NECESSARY POWER, OR POLITICAL AND FINANCIAL INFLUENCE, WILL GET IT TO THEM.
IN THE MEANTIME, MAY GOD PROTECT US ALWAYS.
ONE NATION, UNDER GOD, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL.
Promise NOT kept….BUT ~
This was posted 2012
It is now 2013
faith is still hopeful
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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!
Beautiful Photography ~ SNOW ~ no Mother & Child
Jan. 3, 2013: A woman & her child on the bank of the Yenisei River outside Krasnoyarsk, Russia, where the temperature was minus 22 degrees Fahrenheit. (© Ilya Naymushin/Reuters)
Did this Reporter Nail it?
I did not write this but view some of the opinions – I saw this on FB
via Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children
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! **
A Day in the New Year
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!!!~~~
**** there are more – but I think you might get the idea. ****
This is my HOUSE!
The next few months / days have to be better – RIGHT!
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Make your New Year a Safe & Happy one ~ 2013~!!!
Kijivu ~ Cradling a Miracle
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.
Dec. 31, 2012: Kijivu, a female Western lowland gorilla, holds her newborn baby at Prague Zoo on Dec. 27 in Prague, Czech Republic. The baby gorilla was born on Dec. 22, just months after Kijivu’s second child, Tatu, died after accidentally hanging himself with a climbing rope. Zoo director Miroslav Bobek called the death the most tragic event at the zoo since flooding in 2002 killed more than 100 animals. (© Frantisek Vlcek/isifa/MAFRA/Getty Images)
YEAR of the SNAKE
Dec. 28. 2012: A zookeeper in Manila, Philippines, is not fearful of Burmese pythons that wrap themselves around his body during a celebration to mark the Chinese Zodiac‘s upcoming Year of the Snake. (© Rouelle Umali/Xinhua/Zuma Press)
MothersHeart 