Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
On Friday, I went shopping and prepared five meals for her. All my brothers or her caretaker has to do is take them from the freezer and cook them. Do not have anything in my house to eat, but mother is eating well. Today I made her the most flavorful asparagus leek quiche. I did have a nibble of it and now I want to go to the store for ingredients so we can have one.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
I made my girlfriend for her birthday. I used Red Heart Razzle Dazzle. I had read that someone else had used it one time and was satisfied with it. Personally, I would not buy it again. I prefer to pay a little more and get a better value in my yarn. When I purchased the yarn for these socks, I matched dye lot and color number. I knit the first sock and started the second, when I discovered even though I purchased matching lots, the yarn did not have the same colorway. I sent an e-mail to Red Heart, which I found out is a division of Coats and Clark, telling them of my disappointment. They did follow up with a letter telling me that it is not unusual having different colorways in matching dye lots and color numbers. I totally disagree with them on that. It has never happened to me before when buying a yarn of better quality. They did, however, replace my original two skeins of yarn with three. I now have the two original skeins, after frogging the original sock, and one full and two partial skeins of the yarn they sent me. Guess I will make some little socks with it.
So anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY WENDY. Hope you get many wearings from your socks.
By the way, they are the same length, her legs must be crooked:)
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
On this April 15th tax return due date you will find enclosed my
2008 tax return showing that I owe $3,407.00 in taxes.
Please note the attached article from the USA Today newspaper,
dated 12 November, wherein you will see the Pentagon (Departmentof Defense) is paying $171.50 per hammer and NASA has paid$600.00 per toilet seat.
I am enclosing four (4) toilet seats (valued @ $2,400) and
six (6) hammers (valued @ $1,029), which I secured at Home Depot,
bringing my total remittance to $3,429.00. Please apply the overpayment of $22.00 to the "Presidential Election Fund," as noted on my return. You can do this inexpensively by sending them one (1) 1.5 inch Phillips Head screw (see aforementioned article from USA Todaynewspaper detailing how H.U.D. pays $22.00 each for 1.5 inch Phillips Head Screws). One screw is enclosed for your convenience.
To recap my enclosures:
Four toilet seats
Six hammers and
It has been a pleasure to pay my tax bill this year, and I lookforward to paying it again next year.
A Satisfied Taxpayer
I am truly hoping I can make it as my sister is finding reasons to leave here early tomorrow. She didn't really want to come spell me at all. Going to try though. Maybe just for an hour or so, but I am going to try.
I want to hear all about your experience too.
Monday, April 13, 2009
I did call a home health care agency and will make an appointment to talk with her today. It is owned by a Christian couple. Of course that is not always insurance that all will go well, but it does give a certain level of confidence and comfort. I just got prices from her to start with. Of course mother is loath to spend the money ($1200.00) so I told her I am making an executive decision and hiring them. I will have them come in five days a week for six hours a day. They will attend to mothers personal needs as well as do her light housework and laundry. This way my brother can go to work and know she is being well taken care of. I have two other brothers who are around the house throughout the day. That way someone will always be there to keep check. I will be there on Monday to meet with the person and show her the ropes. Hopefully a couple of my sisters will be able to check in on other days during the week.
Through this we will also prevail.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I brought my mother home from the hospital yesterday. She has spent the past two weeks in a rehabilitation center so she could get physical therapy. She was suppose to go home to her home, but my brother,with whom she lives, has been down with the flu and I did not want her exposed to that. So, home with me she came.
The very longest stretch we slept last night was two hours. She cannot get comfortable, she has to go potty, or she just does not know what is wrong. I slept on the couch so I could hear her when she fussed about. I was afraid I would waken Stan with my constant getting up and down to take care of her.
One thing I know for sure is that I am going to hire home care for her. I cannot do this by myself. I told her we would hire someone for two weeks to see how much she improves than if she needs more, we can just continue with the help.
I have two sisters who help me during the week. One on Tuesday and Thursday and one on Wednesday. The one who helps on Tuesday and Thursday was most willing to help care for her at my home, but the one who helps on Wednesday did not understand why I still needed her on her day. I told her it was impossible for me to care for her alone 24-7. I will see if she shows on Wednesday. I have also spent the past four weekends with her because the others have to much to do and weekends are the only time they can do it. If you detect a bit of sarcasm there, you are right.
I have certainly learned what the Sandwich Generation is. Not to fun at all.
Today, as well as caring for mother, I prepared dinner for part of my family. My daughters were great in bringing food and cleaning up afterward, even doing almost all of the dishes.
So, now that is mostly off of my chest I can get to my week of rants.
I have been so frustrated by the way our world is going, and I am sure I will continue to be so, I will probably still post about it in future posts, but today I tried to focus on the finished work of the Cross and the fact that Jesus is our only answer. Without his blessed hope, I do not see how people can function especially in our times of today.
I have said before Resurrection Sunday and Christmas are my two most favorite holidays of our year. They are so interconnected and we cannot have one without the other. Our God is an Awesome God. I know he is our answer too.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
arrogance n, An overbearing manner, intolerable presumption; an insolent pride.
Personally, I know only a handful of Americans who fit this description. They all have a big D after their name or title. The greatest offender? The one whose name I refuse to utter or write.
And by the way France, should we apologize for saving your @#$ June of 1944 when 10,000 Americans and other allies gave their lives so you could continue to live? Should we apologize to you that your national language is still French and not German?
Germany and Japan, perhaps we should apologize to you also for rebuilding you after the war. Germany for being instrumental for reuniting you as one country once again. Never has a conqueror before us rebuilt and given a country back their sovereignty.
If I am sorry for anything, it is the waste of so many precious lives for the ungrateful country of France.
As far as I am concerned the apology you received this week from the president is null and void. It does not come from me or scores of other of my American friends.
With each day that passes I become more and more embarrassed by the man who is suppose to represent me as an American to the world. He does not represent me at all.
(A) The number of physicians in the U.S. is 700,000
(B) Accidental deaths caused by Physicians per year are 120,000
(C) Accidental deaths per physician is 0.171.
Statistics courtesy of U.S. Dept ofHealth and Human Services.
Now think about this:Guns:
(A) The number of gun owners in the U.S..is 80,000,000. (Yes, that's 80 million)
(B) The number of accidental gun deaths per year, all age groups, is 1,500.
(C) The number of accidental deaths per gun owner is .000188
Statistics courtesy of FBI
So, statistically, doctors are approximately 9,000 times more dangerous than gun owners.
REMEMBER: "Guns don't kill people, Doctors do."
FACT: Not everyone owns a gun but...Almost everyone has at least one Doctor!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Please alert your friends to this alarming threat.We must ban doctors before this gets completely out of hand!!!!!
Out of concern for the public at large, we withheld the statistics on lawyers for fear the shock would cause people to panic and seek medical attention!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I learned to knit while I was in High School. We had classes during our lunch hour that we could take if we wished. Somehow, I ended up in the knitting class. I learned the basics of knit there. How to knit, and purl and a little about how to read a pattern. Enough that I wanted more. Being a simple naive person, I thought I knew how to knit so I embarked on a project, a pretty big one for me at my skill level. I made Stan a sweater. Not really knowing or understanding the gauge thing, I bought yarn and needles and commenced to go to work. It was a beautiful (or it would have been done correctly) neck down ski sweater. It was basically white with a brown and orange yoke. I wanted to give it to him for his birthday so I knitted fast and furious. I made the birthday deadline and so proudly gave him my gift. You have seen the pictures of Stan, he is not and was not a very large person. The sweater would have fit an amazon whose arms drug on the ground. At least his left arm. After that the needles were put away for a season.
When I was expecting Kris, I thought I wanted to try again. Still not completely understanding the gauge I went to a yarn shop and bought some beautiful pastel soft yarn and commenced on a blanket for her. I used the fan pattern for it. In doing this I had to learn yarn overs and how to decrease. It took a while, because you know, Kris was my fourth child so there were loads of diapers to wash and fold and other things to be done before I could knit. I was successful with the blanket. I think Kris still has it even.
The next year we moved to Alaska and Bryan started kindergarten. Again, the knitting bug hit me so I embarked on another project. Off to the yarn shop again and I bought the yarn for a sweater for Bryan. This one was a vast improvement over the first sweater I had knit so many years ago. Bryan wore it for the whole school year. I probably sent it on to a cousin after that, cause I do not know where it is these 34 years later.
I did not knit anything again until Bryan was 18 years old. That year I made him a rag wool sweater that I loved. He wore and wore it, until the day he was in a very serious accident and they had to cut him out of it at the hospital.
I did continue to knit from that time on and find it something that relaxes me completely. I can carry it any place with me and quietly work on it in almost any setting.
As for crochet, my Grandmother was an master at the craft. She tried and tried to teach me how to do it. Finally giving up saying she thought I could not learn because I already knew how to knit. I wanted to learn so while we were living in Alaska I bought a book and taught myself. I did kind of understand the basics because of Grandma. I love to crochet lace and have a roll or two that I have done over the years. Have not attached them to anything yet, but you know how good plans are sometimes. I have also crocheted a pineapple design tablecloth. I did most of it in the car traveling between Washington State and Georgia while Stan was going to school. I do not get to the crochet as often as the knit and sewing, but I do enjoy it when I set down to it.
Sewing, I was taught to do by my Grandmother also. I spent every summer I could with her and when I was 13 she helped me make my first dress. I remember it was blue and buttoned down the front. I loved that dress and wore it as often as it was clean. Remember that in those years, girls did not wear pants to school. We always wore dresses. Being from a large family, money was pretty scarce and my knowing how to sew was a plus for my wardrobe.
Thinking of these past memories makes me think I will dig through some of my pictures and maybe find some of said projects to show you. I think I have them someplace.
Thanks for the question Sarah.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Stan and I met when we were 15 years old. I babysat for his sister and she kept telling him she wanted him to meet her "cute" babysitter. The night he finally came home with her, my sister Susan was babysitting. She always tried to claim him because she met him first. I just remind her that he asked me out first. We could not date yet, because I was not allowed to until I was 16. This picture is taken at his sisters house the evening of our first date. My 16th birthday, he took me out to dinner at a Chinese Restaurant in downtown Seattle.
Now, don't laugh at the glasses, I was stylin. You can admire the tiny waist though.
We were basically inseparable from that time on. I really do not remember when Stan proposed. It must have been in the winter or early spring of 1965 because we got married that summer. July 10th.
Forty four years ago this year.
Stan had just turned 19 on June first and I would turn 19 on July 29th. I look at these pictures now and realize how naive we both were.
We have had a good marriage. We have had some very high mountains that we have conquered and some very deep valleys to dig ourselves out of. We have experienced the very best a couple can experience and we have fallen to the pit of despair.
After we were married about 15 years, Stan became a believer. I had been one all of my life. I see now how great our God is. I know some of what we have weathered together we would have never made it through except He was there guiding us all the way. I praise and thank Him for his continued mercies toward us as we still are prone to stumble on this rocky path of life.
At this point in our life, we are very good friends. We love one another deeply, but we also like each other. We enjoy little things together, we enjoy one another's company. We love to get in our car on a warm spring or summer morning and go for a
drive, usually culminating in a trip across the Cascade Mountains, returning in the evening to our home. We like to sit in our living room in the evening, each with a book quietly reading or if I am knitting, he will read excerpts from the book he is reading to me. We do not have grand expectations any more. We are comfortable with one another. Kind of like a good pair of shoes. You know, the ones that do not pinch your toes.
Since we are both 62 years old and we have been together since we were 15, that is 47 years we have been a couple. Note to my children: Six years to plan the big one, you know the one I am speaking of:)
Above picture was taken on our 25th Anniversary. The bottom at Kris's wedding about 2 years later.
Friday, April 3, 2009
I just heard this on Rush.
“My administration,” the president added, “is the only thing between you and the pitchforks.”
He was speaking to the CEO's of the banking industry.
You can go here to read the whole report.
Some of you are saying the above link does not work, so you can also use tis one.http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0409/20871.html
To all of my faithful "fluff" readers, I apologize for going in a very different direction in the past few posts, but my country and freedom is to important to ignore what is happening right now. There may be a day that I can concentrate on "fluff" again. I pray so, I would rather be light and happy in what I blog.
April 1, 2009 3:12 PM
This question came from Betty, so here goes my answer or explanation.
Stan and I moved to Alaska in 1971. We left our four children with my parents and he and my sister and I drove the famous Al-Can to Anchorage. When we left Seattle, we had $400.00 to our names. We decided to drive until we had spent 1/2 of our money. If we were not at least 1/2 way to Alaska we would turn around and go home. We made it to Anchorage with a little to spare. It was during the height of the pipeline and we were unable to find an apartment. We pitched our tent in a park right outside of the city limits and Stan found a job. At the time he did auto body and fender work. We stayed there for six weeks until we had enough money to go get the kids and return. When we got back up there, there were still no apartments to be had. By that time I was certain that we were expecting our fifth child. We stayed in the park until Labor Day weekend when we finally found a small two bedroom apartment that would allow us to rent with four children. The baby I was carrying, Jeffery Matthew, is now our angel baby waiting for us to reunite with him for eternity. Had he lived, he would be 37 years old. The short story is that I fell down a flight of snow and ice covered stairs while I was carrying Kris, our youngest at that time, in my arms. I knew that evening that the fall had killed him but he did not come for another week after the fall.
I was sick all winter because of the fall, and now know that the quack I went to did not give me the care I needed. I spent the winter crying, throwing up, and hemorrhaging. In the spring we packed up and returned to Seattle. We were there for a month before Stan said he was going back up. I could stay or go back with him. I choose the later. After that move we stayed there for eleven years. Tricia, Its My Crazy Life and I Love It, and Gina, A Handful of Life, were both born up there.
Most of the time, I was a SAHM, but I worked a little in a couple of fabric stores and began my bank experience up there. Stan continued in the body and fender business, working his way up to managing the largest shop in Anchorage.
We now live in a small town about 40 miles north of Seattle. It is three miles east of I-5. It is called Arlington. We moved here from Anchorage and except for the four years we spent in Marietta Georgia, while Stan attended Chiropractic College, we have lived here.
Our Daughter, Tricia lived in Vancouver Wa. before she left recently for Kotzebue Alaska.
Hope that answers all of your questions, Betty, and thanks for reading me. I hope you continue to do so.
Any other questions, go ahead and ask, I will do my best to answer.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Glenn Beck: We Are Not Alone - 9/12 Project - We The People - Forgotten Man - We Surround Them Pt. 1
I am answering on of the questions tonight. I planned to wait until tomorrow to begin answering, but this is to important.
Do not let fear cloud your judgement. We have a country we need to protect so our children can grow up in freedom. Freedom to worship, to education, to live as our fathers dreamed. Do not give the up the dream. It works because God ordained it.