A (W)hole Lotta Poo

Thanksgiving Day ~ was cool. Rainy, even! And foggy. We made it up 99 and through Fresno to North Fork for a couple of days with families.

Let's see. The funniest thing that happened was when my s-i-l offered her bachelor uncle a Baileys filled chocolate. His reponse, as he choked on the whole thing was, "Hey, do I taste whiskey??????" Bachelor has not drank in at least 40 +
years from what we know. He thought she offered Bay Leaves chocolate (the guy will eat anything.) Ok not so funny. He did take it fine and with a laugh. Next time she will offer a "booze ball" and he will kindly decline.

Sit around Friday flew by. No bargain shopping in North Fork, population 2500 give or take. Turkey soup. Turkey sandwiches. And of course....turkey dinner at 6pm. Burp.

Saturday morning we left early......and when we got home and flushed the toilets....well all the droppings wound up in the bathtubs. Ai yi yi yi yi. Joe the plumber showed up at 9:15 the next morning. And Geo the scrubber scrubbed til 1:30 to clean two bathrooms and start nasty, NASTY, wet towel mess. Uuuuuugly!
But we also manage to get in some chow time w/ the girls. Just not the turkey dinner we were planning for today~can't cook when there's no water.
And now for the winter's nap.....oh wait....i gotta go to work in the am. Yay!

conversation at its best

"do you remember tanya lala***?" (names have been changed to protect the innocent)the kid asks as she starts to relate a new episode of her life.

"uh no, who would that be?"

"you know, i went to school with her."

"uh no, did she come over and visit a lot? what school? tell me more about her."

"why? i knew her. i went to school with her. i am just asking, i don't need a yes or no."

"hmmmm," my brain kicking into gear. "tell me more about her, when did you know her."

"thats not important...do you remember her?"

"uh no, but if you give me some more information i might be able to connect"

"never mind. i'm over the story"

does anyone realize that when they speak to some one "quite a bit older" there is going to be some lag time involved because it takes longer for the older brain to connect. we have to shuffle through quite a few more years of memories. give it a chance!

"well thats how it is."
"fine, go to your friends house. maybe they can remember tanya lala."

Happy Thanksgiving : )

How!

Growing up on the right coast was far different than finishing my learning years here on the left. I think most of Mrs. Ford's second grade class in Pennsylvania.

I loved going to school. The smell of the old wooden floors. The creaking as you walked across them. And the learning. My brain was like a sponge then. I started on the encyclopedia, A. "Big A, Little A, what begins with A? Aunt Annie's alligator, A, A, A." Oh wait, that was a Dr. Seuss discovery when my little sister was beginning to read. (Many moons after PA.) Though I did read about alligators. I could have easily become that Crocodile man's wife back in those days. I would bet you I read about alligators for 30 days, over and over and over. Fascinating.

And then there was Joey. He was the man in my life then. We both got in trouble for talking in class. Know the punishment? We had to lead morning prayer the following day. Yes, prayer. In a public school. And it was probably the first time I can remember praying publically. We behaved ourselves after that.

But what I remember most, that many left coasters don't know is, the story of Squanto. "Who is Squanto?" you ask. Squanto was the Indian, as in Native American, who helped the Pilgrims (and basically became an "abducted alien" from his own land.) read about squanto here But mostly he taught them how to grow their crops and develop their land. Following his lead, they began a nation that has had the most bountiful harvests ever since. Full cornicopias. Horns of Plenty!

And there in that PA classroom I used to day dream, watching the clouds gather over the purple mountains majesty.....I didn't know then that there were other majestic mountains in our country that we would later discover as we travelled across our great country.

These are the things I remember as Thanksgiving in the USA. At least in my life. A bountiful life where, even in strife He has been good and faithful to me and mine.

We gather together

to ask the Lord’s blessing;

He chastens and hastens

His will to make known;

The wicked oppressing

now cease from distressing;

Sing praises to His Name;

He forgets not His own.

Beside us to guide us,

our God with us joining,

Ordaining, maintaining

His kingdom divine;

So from the beginning

the fight we were winning;

Thou, Lord, were at our side,

all glory be Thine!

We all do extol Thee,

Thou Leader triumphant,

And pray that Thou still

our Defender will be;

Let Thy congregation

escape tribulation;

Thy Name be ever praised!

O Lord, make us free!

Amen.

welcome home

you. i know you by name....

yep one of 'ems back. with her, the pitter patter of four tiny (???) feet. kooper. his back is as high as the coffee table now ~ and he just turned 3 months old. he's black w/ a white blaze on his chest. long floppy ears that will stay that way.

celebrate thanksgiving. celebrate with thanksgiving.

im slow

real slow
no metabolism
retarded by lack of thyroid hormone
cold
yes i am cold
i have to say that again
i am cold
the doc called...initiate 75 microcosims (don't worry, its a made up word) of thryoid meds. it has taken me 6 weeks, no actually 10 weeks since being nuked to clear the system of all the left overs. results....im slow, so slow i can't poop. so slow i am cold. so slow it hurts to ride in morning.
ah but i do have hot flashes LOL yes they come and go....im surprised i dont begin to rattle when they come on like an old radiator on a new york wall in the winter. (i do groan, though) i dont believe there is a way to get passed hot flashes but this beats being hot on top of them.
so today's the day, actually it has already happened. i have taken THE pill. along with my 27 others.....and i thought mom had a pharmacy going on her kitchen table.
heres' a thought....i saw a commercial today saying that diabetes could be caused by the use of another drug (i don't remember which) but to call this lawyer today and he'll square you up. i think the next time i go to the doc, im going to tell her it is the cause of my sugar levels. of course i have never taken that particular drug (i haven't taken many anyways) but i thought if it could be on tv, i could use it in her office. go figure.
hmmmmm......i think the pill just kicked in...my feet are HOT. oh wait, thats probably the throw away slippers someone left here....they are quite warm....if you live in alaska. here...they are HOT even when you are cold.

b'bye
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Another way to do it

LETS SAY THANKS!

Do it.

Alaskan Hillbilly?

Okay...I am going political now. If you don't want to read this, stop now, because quite frankly, I am right and you are obviously wrong.

We are three days past the end of the campaigning. We have a president-elect. The one the people did vote for. The one we still need to continue to pray over every day, as we should for all of our leaders and those in authority.

But this Palin punching has got to stop. Both the Republican elitists. and Dem. parties are on the attack. They say she is a hillbilly. They say she is a dummy. They say McCain didn't talk to her during the bid for office. And we know she was pulled out of the limelight as quickly as she agreed to step into it. When she agreed, she went head on, she went head on into those things she believes in, right or wrong. She was forced to step back and quite frankly, I want to know why. Did McCain make a second guess of his choice. Did he know at the time his was a losing cause regardless of who he chose as a running mate? Was he making a mockery of the Hillary thing? Did he do this? Or is this all simply a result of the media stacking and Democrat's push to win this campaign?

If Ms. Palin is a hillbilly, what does that make me? I am white, lower middle class, struggling to make ends meet, even when I live in an empty nest which I should be lining for my retirement days. I am a victim of the credit crisis, but I did that myself, and I do not expect nor would I ever ask the government to bail me out. (Remember, I worked on the otherside of that public assistance ~WELFARE~ table for 30 years.) And I lived in a mobile home for 15 years. Call me white trash ~ and I will come out punching..... Who, WHO, has any right to call anyone such terms. Can't use the "N" word. So you got the Democrats bent on slaying her and the Republican elitist shoving her back to Alaska because she doesn't fit their mold.

Wake up people. Wake up. The Sarah Palins of the world do represent ME. I belong to that class who will probably work til the day they die. (Thank God I have a job I LOVE.) I belong to that class of people that believe, BELIEVE, that marriage, ORDAINED BY GOD, is between a man and a woman. If two men or two women want to kiss on each other ~ deeply ~ then go do it. But you can't get married. Go tie the knot. Go get hitched. But don't asked to get married. Being married is not a union of two, it is a union of three. He will not join anything if it is an abomination in His sight. Sorry, that is just the way it is. If you want the "bennies" of being married, then have laws passed to support that, but don't ask, don't demand to be married. You CAN'T be married. By definition. Not in California, not even in Maine. No where.

I will not apologize for this post. If you disagree, well you have that right and you know how to leave comments.

have a good day

Times like these...

Yes, we start anew.

The sun will continue to rise each day as He deems it to be. It is in the sovereignty of our God that we can rest assured that our needs will be met and that our strength and blessings will continue.

Carry on.

Say your prayers.

Vote

Vote.


Thank you.