October 3, 2007
Kennedy Assassination
I don’t want my mysteries solved. I want to ruminate about them over a nice hot cup of java on crisp Sunday mornings while I’m sitting on the porch swing with My Dearest Husband watching the sun come up over the valley. It gives us something to really sink our teeth into without getting too full, if you know what I mean.
Like, I prefer the lone gunman theory for the JFK shooting. I’ve seen alot of stupid fast shooters in my time. It would be just about like Lee Harvey Oswald to be one of those gun nuts who put in enough hours and had just enough natural ability to pull that off all by himself. If you’ve ever been all hyped up on the A-line you know how things just seem to move in slow mo while everything is happening, while in reality it’s all moving in hyperspeed. If Oswald happened to be in just that frame of reference, he could have pulled it off easy. All by his lonesome.
My Dearest Husband prefers the group theory. More to keep the argument going than any firm belief in it I think.
We went to Dealey Plaza in Dallas, stood on the grassy knoll, actually stood on the X they have marked on the road where Kennedy took the shot. Kinda creepy how it’s all laid out there like that. We stood on that X and looked back at the windows of the School book depository where Oswald would have been shooting from. It would have been a clear and easy shot. Not near as complicated as it was always made to seem.
The fact is, he had easier shots at Kennedy while he was coming straight towards him. My guess is that he chose not to take them because so many people would have been looking right in his direction at the time of the shots. It would have been so much easier to see him(Oswald) there. By waiting until Kennedy turned the corner and was moving away, all faces and cameras would have been pointing away from his location.
Could easily have been one man. It could easily have been Oswald. Or someone one else. Who knows who it was.?
Robert Garwood
Bobby Garwood walks out of Viet Nam more than ten years after he was captured and held as a POW. He begins to tell about other US service men still in camps in Viet Nam and other countries in Southeast Asia. But Bobby Garwood is an embarrassment to the US government and they don’t like him. So what he says has to be kept quiet. However, what he says can be proven. Google him. Look him up.
Read everything you can find out about his disappearance, his captivity, and his return home. Then think about what you now know about our involvement in Southeast Asia. Think about all of the despicable things our government did to the very soldiers they sent over there to fight. Then decide what you think about what a man did to survive his captivity in the hands of the enemy.
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Posted by thought4food
September 28, 2007
Don’t say yes if you mean no, then get all pissed off later.
If you have something to say, say it.
If you have nothing to say, say nothing.
If your significant other asks you a question, answer them as honestly as you can. Do NOT expect them to read your mind. That’s just stupid and unfair. If they could read your mind, they would have already got the Pick 6 number and you’d be filthy rich and boppin the pool boy/girl. Give them some information they can use. Play fair.
Keep in mind that it is not being mean if you hang up on someone who has called YOU. Especially if you don’t know them.
When someone calls you and starts asking questions, your automatic response should NOT be to answer, but to start asking questions of your own.
example: Riiiiiiing. Hello.
Is Mr. Whoozit in?
No, may I take a message?
Who am I speaking to?
That’s not really your business. Who am I speaking to?
This is Mr. Soanso from Suchandsuch. Do you have a number where Mr. Whoozit can be reached in an emergency?
IS this an emergency? If you’ll give me your number I’ll get in touch with Mr. Whoozit and give it to him and I’m sure if it’s an emergency he’ll be sure to get back in touch with you as soon as humanly possible.
*SIGH* Nevermind, I’ll just try back later. CLICK!!!!
Seriously, it is NOT someone else’s place to be asking you questions on your phone and it is not rude, mean, or socially unacceptable to refuse to answer them.
Listen to your instincts. Human beings are still alive today because of them.
Pay attention. To Everything.
Be careful what you say. You can’t unring a bell, and you can’t unsay an unkind word or undo the hurt it causes.
Care.
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Posted by thought4food
September 28, 2007
Our oldest daughter came home yesterday. It’s been three years since I’ve laid eyes on her. My heart has seen her twenty-four/seven but my eyes have hungered for her non-stop. Going long periods of time between physically seeing her is normal. She is a natural born gypsy. She comes by that honestly.
I never seem to be prepared for just how overwhelmingly happy I am to see her. I kept poking her on the arm. She kept looking at me. Finally, the last time I did it she said, “Believe I’m really here yet?” There seems to be a Birdie shaped hole in my being when she isn’t with me that immediately fills up when she comes home.
It’s like that with all my family and to a lesser degree with my friends. I’m like a puzzle. I’m this huge picture. I know what it is, I know what it looks like. But I’m only really complete and the whole big picture when everyone is together. I almost had it this Labor Day.
Labor Day marked the one year anniversary since the house burned down. All in all things have progressed fairly splendidly since then. We moved into what seems to us to be the perfect house in which to finish raising the kids, finish growing old, hobble around awhile, become a burden to said kids, make them change our diapers just like we did theirs, and eventually be remanded to an old folks home, there to linger and molder away, forgotten and neglected while the aforementioned kids are happily enjoying the life of Riley back at the old homestead. So we decided it was time to conduct a good ol fashioned throw-down.
The icing on the cake was that my mom (you remember her, I am now the proud owner of her hands) and my brothers and my sister(in law) and my niece(my GOD I love that kid) all came up from good ol FLA to attend! AND My Dearest Husband’s Grandma came from 250 miles away along with his mom. Most of our closest friends were able to attend. The few that weren’t were in our thoughts. Our new neighbors were here. We had just the best time ever! The best count we could get was approximately 47 people. Not bad.
The kids all played and didn’t fuss and fight. The grownups all played and didn’t fuss and fight. Even I was nice! (I think) It lasted from around noon until way, way late. Actually it lasted until way early the next day. We had two chefs that cooked on the grill for us. OMG They ruled! My Dearest Husband’s Aunt and Cousin brought some kick ass goodies. We cooked. I say “we” as if I actually helped any! LOL I didn’t! Don’t let me fool you. I was absolutely NO help of any kind at all. My help consisted of staying out of the way and trying not to talk too much. Because by the day of the party I had been off my meds for a fair amount of days ( another story for another time) and I was having major difficulties even saying words. Mostly I just wandered around aimlessly. But at least I wasn’t destructive. That in itself was helpful.
The bros and the hubbie knocked out a couple horse shoe pits and everyone threw some shoes. Down here in Carolina you ain’t had a party if you haven’t threw the shoes. After everyone left, my little brother, Pony, got out my guitar and he and my older brother, Pork Chop, and I sat out on the front porch and sang all the old songs while the dogs lay around under our feet. Pork Chop said it was like being in Mayberry.
The puzzle was mostly put together that day. Only a few missing pieces. It was good to have everyone here. It’s been awhile since we’ve been able to do that.
Big party, lots of people, food, beer, family, friends, no bloodshed = success.
*sigh* (insert big sappy grin) I love reunions.
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September 22, 2007
Okay, that’s it for the sappy emotion.
I’ve moved. I’m now living in a house on top of a hill. It’s harder than I thought it would be, this not being a slob and all. When you have a nice house you sorta feel like you should keep it nice. My own expectations are exhausting me.
But it’s all bright and white and neat and shit. And it’s out in the open and the sun shines on me all the time. Except when the sun doesn’t shine on me. Then it’s only partly light. Or else it’s dark. That happens at some point every day. Go figger. Still, it’s very……(I’m searching for an appropriate word here)…..happifying! That’s a word, right?
I’ve started walking in the mornings after I put Miss Bella and His Highness the Buddha on the bus for school. *giggle* School. I love school. Anyway, I’ve been trying to get some exercise. It seems to be working pretty well. If you don’t count the fact that for the past 3 or 4 days I haven’t really been able to walk. My hip ballooned up and my jaw on the same side did the same thing. I had a tooth cut out there recently. Seriously, you’ve missed a lot. But I seem to be um, infected. EW! I KNOW! It’s all gross sounding to me too.
I’m thinking that I might just be allergic to all that healthy crap. Honest. See, I wasn’t brought up that way. We were brought up to be filthy dirty little heathens! That’s right, Mom! I’m tellin all the family secrets right here! We didn’t use hand sanitizer! We drank sodas ALL THE TIME! We ate the fat on our meat! OH YES WE DID! We ate bacon OFTEN! I SMOKE! We drank! And…..you might want to sit down for this one….sometimes we still do! We used copious amounts of salt on our food. We played in dirt. We played with our friends when they had colds. We did not know our physicians and their office personnel on a first name basis because we went so often. As a matter of fact, we went to the doctor’s office so seldom, that a visit there frightened us to bits! Uh huh that’s right.
I had my first X-ray when I was 14 years old! And I was so terrified that I thought I would puke! I have had many broken bones that were not set. I have had broken bones that I never went to the doctor for at all. We ate burgers from Louie’s! We followed the 5 second rule. We drank from water fountains, not water bottles. Sometimes we drank from water hoses too. If our ice cream fell out of the cone, we picked it up, scraped off whatever trash we could see, and plopped that bad boy back on the cone and ate away! No sense wasting the perfectly good part of a cone over a little bit of trash! Sheesh!
We ate food handled by people who never wore gloves except in the winter when it was really really cold. But never when they were touching our food. We sometimes faked washing our hands before we ate. We walked barefoot from the first snow until the first thaw. And truth be told, if it wasn’t for caffeine and nicotine I would be in a coma.
But until I started trying to be more “healthy” I was in fact healthy as the proverbial horse. The healthier I tried to live, the unhealthier I became.
I developed……….(insert doomsday music here) MS. My theory is this. As I started to live a more healthy lifestyle, my hyped up immune system had less and less legitimate work to do. Being an honest hard working system, it couldn’t bring itself to just lay around and do nothing. So it decided to attack something, anything. Knowing me like it did, it had a meeting and came to the conclusion that it would attack the most useless part of me……my brain. (wink) So it rolled on up in there and went to work.
But, being MY immune system, it couldn’t just attack like normal. Oh no! It had to do it in a bizarre fashion. So it went for my cognitive centers. My memory centers and pathways. Smart-ass immune system. On the other hand, it sometimes goes after me in the normal ways too.
As a result of all this I have decided to go back to my unhealthy ways. I’m back to eating the fat on my meat. I’m gonna go barefoot in the summer until it’s just too darn cold to do it anymore. I’m drinking water out of the faucet and if I’m in the yard I’m drinking it out of the hose. Maybe I won’t eat the ice cream off the ground though. I mean, I am almost 50, after all.
Do you see what happens when I’m away too long? I babble. I start on one topic and end on something not even remotely related. But I have this really cool built in excuse. I have drain bamage. Yeah baby! That’s what I’m talkin bout! *sigh* Unfortunately, everyone I know, knows better. *giggle* Oh well, it was a nice try.
But it’s good to be back. I’ll fill you in on what you missed later. Not allof it. Don’t be so nosey! Sheesh!
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Posted by thought4food
July 11, 2007
Global Warming Sucks.
What’s UP with the people in the van in Texas who gave the little girl X, then put a video of her tripping on the internet? It takes a special kind of stupid to do that! But it is more and more common to find video of idiots doing idiotic things on the net, isn’t it? Sad, sad, sad. On the other hand it makes the job of law enforcement so much easier doesn’t it? And it was ever so helpful of them to include the Christian radio call letters, too! Kinda made me want to spit up on that one. Criminy!?@#
Nancy Grace cracks me up every time! She’s a spunky little broad, that one.
Pedophiles should get an automatic death sentence. No parole, no second chance, no life sentence, no nothing. They are unable to be rehabilitated by their own admission as well as statistically, not to mention by proof of all the previous sex offenders who are out there offending again. We don’t have to go into all the names. You know them. Automatic death sentence. Just add water and Poof! Problem solved.
What is the matter with Robert Kennedy Jr.’s voice, anyway? Dude always sounds like he’s about to cry or hack up a lung or something. Ick.
Those dang ol Lowes stores have way too much cool stuff for your house. I get all discombobulated in there. I get way too many ideas in my head at one time. My ADHD gets all hyped up and it kick starts my MS and that aggravates my ectopic cerebellar tonsils which leads me to suddenly go stupid. I went in there with My Dearest Husband to get a hook to hang up a wooden thingie with our name on it, on the front of our house. This is going to take the place of him pissing off the back porch. *wink* So, since we’re there, I take Bella and go look for some pretty Portulaca’s to hang on the front porch, you know, to accentuate the wooden name plate. On our way to meet up with My Dearest Husband, we pass a really cool garden tub, which would fit perfectly in the bathroom. But, hey! Look! There are the perfect shelves right over there that we need to put in Bella’s closet to kinda keep her overflow of stuffcrapjunkpaperscrapsbitspuffswhispswhatsitswhositsyouknowwhatsthingies in check. And….right over there is a great deal on a counter top that someone special ordered and returned that would fit perfectly in the new kitchen! Woo Hoo! Whoa! Lookit that! It’s that great chalkboard paint that I wanted for the kids rooms! How cool would it be for me to paint their walls so that they COULD write on em? Eh? I’d be the coolest, right? Oh no it isn’t! Yes it is! It’s erasable marker paint! Holy Crap! AND Magnetic paint too! OMG! I’m gonna be the best mom in town! Hmmm I’m starting to feel kinda dizzy. I hate checkerboard floors. My heart is beating really really fast now. How come everything seems to be moving in and out like a zoom lens is on my eyes? Ok, time to go. What? Oh, no, I don’t want to buy anything. I just wanna go home. Suddenly I don’t feel so good. Dang ol Lowes store.
Iced Tiger Spiced Chai is the best drink in the world when it’s hot outside.
You should always marry your best friend. However, if your best friend is the same sex as you and you are heterosexual, disregard this advice. Also, if your best friend is of the opposite sex, and you are gay, disregard this advice. Otherwise, take it. And if I forgot any other exceptions, use yer noggin and figure them out. I have brain damage, don’t let me do your thinking for you!
I’m sleepy and I’m going to bed.
Oh! And I’m sending His Highness the Buddha and Miss Bella back to day camp for the rest of the week. It’s only three days but by golly I’ll take what I can get! I’m giddy with anticipation! Be happy for me!
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Posted by thought4food
July 9, 2007
Yes, thaaaaat’s right. School is STILL out. DAMN SCHOOL! These kids are driving me crazy!
Typical Day
Where are all the popcicles?????
Yall ate 43 of them yesterday. They’re gone.
I didn’t eat them! HE/SHE ate them! (various amounts of violent discord ensues)
That is what they’re there for, you both ate them. Now go play.
Pig!
Hog! (more discord)
Cut that out and go play before I send you to your rooms. (riiiiight! then they will be locked up in here with ME! Fat chance! )
Well when are we going to get some more popcicles? We need some more popcicles. It’s hot, we need popcicles!
tick tick tick hours pass with the incessant questions of popcicles. Finally I cave. We go get popcicles.
Are they frozen yet? No Are they frozen yet? No Are they frozen yet? NO Are they frozen yet? NONONO Are they frozen yet?
*sigh* Yes, thank all the Gods in the Universe! They are frozen!!!!!!!!!!! Hello? Where are you? The popcicles are frozen! Ya want one?
(In unison with a nice four part harmony..) No, I’m tired of popcicles. Do we have any ice cream? *SOB*
Does anyone know when school starts again? Haven’t they been out for a really long time? It starts again soon, right? RIGHT??????????????
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Posted by thought4food
July 9, 2007
Heady stuff, this! Scary. Makes my chest tighten up while at the same time makes me feel like a citizen again.
The responsibilities aren’t a big problem because even when we rented we usually took care of all that ourselves. Being grownups, it seemed sort of …… I’m searching for a word here …… childish to go running to someone else to fix every little thing that came along. I realize that your landlord is responsible for doing all of those things, however, it just seemed silly to take the time and effort to call him from (possibly) more pressing things when we could just as easily fix it ourselves and get it done right and right now! We knew it was right because WE did it. Plus, you always get a little cred if you let them know that there was a small problem, but that you fixed it and they didn’t have to bother. Having said this, always make sure that you DO fix it and fix it right. Otherwise you leave yourselves open to all kinds of bad things happening down the road at the most inopportune times.
We have been incredibly lucky with the landlords we’ve had since we moved out of the house I used to own with my ex, Ol Pencil Dick, hereinafter to be referred to as OpeeDee.
Our landlords have all been business owners, who by their very nature squeeze a nickel so hard the buffalo poops are very cost concious. So we were always allowed to fix whatever we wanted to and just take the costs off of the rent. That way, we didn’t have to wait for them to arrange for someone cheap and crappy of their choosing to come around when they sobered up could fit us into their schedule.
From now on, though, WE will be the homeowners! Hot doggies! I’m stoked. I’m in the zone. I’m ready. I’m already thinking of seceeding from the Union. I think I shall start my own nation. I’ll have four acres. That’s a good amount. Not big enough to draw attention, yet large enough for a garden and some chickens. I can mint my own currency. I’ll restrict my airspace. We’ll be a dictatorship. Benevolent, of course. Now all I have to do is decide on what to call it. Bite Me Land. Kiss My Foot If You Don’t Like It -erica? I’ll have to put some more thought into it.
Woman’s definition of homeownership: I can paint the walls any color I want!
Man’s definition of homeownership: I can piss off of the back porch if I want!
Hint: Don’t piss off of the back porch. That’s just nasty.
Okay, time to go put on my game face. It’s paper signing time. My Dearest Husband says I’m not allowed to go in there smiling like a goon. Not until after we’re done with all the John Hancocks. THEN I can smile like a goon. 🙂 Which I will faithfully do…..for quite sometime. Until the roof leaks, or the septic tank needs to be pumped, or the shower starts leaking into the wall behind everything, or or or OMG *gasp* ….anyone got a Valium I could borrow????
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Posted by thought4food
June 9, 2007
Yippee!!!!! School is out! Last day of getting up at 6:00 am. Last day of getting surly children out of a comfy bed way too early in the morning. Last day of picking out clothes the night before. Last day of homework! Woo hoo! Last day of sick day notes. Last day of lunch money.
First day of sleeping in. First day of play clothes. First day of sandwiches for lunch. First day of time at the lake. First day of cartoon marathons. First day of lazy time.
Hmmm….last day of Dr. Phil. Last day of peace and quiet. Last day of time to myself. Last day of no fighting. Last day without non-stop screaming through the house all day long. Last day without MomMomMomMomMomMomMomMomMOMMOMMOMMOM.
DAMN! Last day of school! *sob* 😦
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June 8, 2007
Teenagers ………….. *sigh* …………….. nuf said.
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June 6, 2007
Buddha came wandering in the room Sunday evening about 7:00 pm with the news that he had been throwing up all day and his legs were cramping and his stomach hurt. You may think that the fact that I was so far behind on this information means that I don’t pay attention. Let me disabuse you of this notion.
First of all, Buddha is secretive in his personal habits in the extreme. He got this way when he was living at home. I’m not sure exactly what survival instinct led him to that particular behavior, but you will almost never catch him doing anything in the way of personal habits at all. He does do all those things like brush his teeth, take a bath, use the toilet, etc. He just does it all on the sly.
Second, his sister is the twin of the Tasmanian Devil. Being in her proximity is like being inside of a tornado that consists of blond hair and tiny bits of paper and chap stick and fingernail polish and puppies and shards of glass and blue eyes and bug juice and questions and clothes and makeup and arguments and chewing gum and an incessant stream of words and movement. It’s hard to see past her sometimes.
Also, on the weekend, His Highness The Buddha, does not like to be disturbed when he is resting. So I leave him to his own resources to decompress and do as he pleases unless I hear screaming or see blood pooling underneath his bedroom door. Flames, smoke, the sound of breaking glass……these will also capture my attention.
So, he tells me that he had been throwing up since morning. *sigh* I figure he’s dehydrated. I give him water with a few grains of salt. It all comes up immediately. I smell a trip to the ER coming up. I pack up the Tasmanian Devil, a few waiting room supplies, and Buddha. Off we go to the ER for a quick IV of fluids to re-hydrate him and then we’ll be home and that will be that.
Not so much.
After about a gallon of drawn blood, about three gallons of IV fluids drained into him, a multitude of tests, and a CAT scan, we find out that he has appendicitis. Wow. Into the hospital he is admitted. The surgeon will be there in the morning to talk about what we will do.
(insert ominous music here) The surgeon comes in and tells Buddha that he must have the appendix out. The instant Buddha realizes what the means he says, “Cut me?!! OH NO! I’m outta here!” It’s everything we can do to keep him in the bed. We talk and cajole and do everything but chase him down the hall and tie him to the bed. By this time his belly is hurting him considerably. We convince him that having the surgery will make his belly feel better and he finally agrees. Whew!
It all happens quite quickly. He’s in surgery in a matter of minutes. They tell us he’ll be back in an hour and a half, be in the room. When they bring him back up, he’s awake. I ask how he’s feeling. He rares up on the bed and yells, “THEY CUT ME AND IT HURTS!!” We kinda forgot in all the excitement to tell him that the surgery was going to hurt pretty bad right at first. Our bad. *grimace*
Once he was in bed and settled and the morphine set in, he informed me that people who were in the hospital get presents. He would accept a video game, thank you. Then whenever anyone called or came by, he would dutifully inform them of the same thing complete with his order. I figure that he’s already calculated what his appendix was worth.
By the time he’s fully recovered, I’m going to have to watch out on eBay because he’ll be trying to sell his kidney for a Volkswagen. A cornea for the downpayment on his college tuition. 😦 *sigh*
He’s home and feeling fine. He disappeared from the couch about two hours after we got him home. My Dearest Husband went looking for him, he wasn’t in the house. Bella said he was up the drive. Um…….up the drive??? Yeah, she says, riding his bike. We walk out on the porch and sure enough, he comes slowly riding back down the driveway. Just over twenty-four hours after his surgery. We’re standing there with our bottom jaws resting on the tops of our shoes, staring at him. He says, “What?”
Kids, ya gotta love em.
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Thought For Food 