I am grateful for so much this day.
I woke to Mike in the kitchen making his famous and SO delicious
stuffing. I checked a year ago and I don't believe I posted anything
about Thanksgiving because Mike was busy falling down in the shower and
trying to pass out from weakness just walking through the house. We
were a month past the skin graft and still had so many unknowns in our
lives. What a difference a year makes.
Mike was so excited to be up and mobile this year and began planning
his stuffing weeks ago. He's a MUCH better cook than I and I'm so
thankful he makes the bulk of Thanksgiving dinner or we would be giving
thanks for toilets and Tums after I get done. His stuffing is amazing
and only made once a year so we can savor it, but I'm savoring so much
more. Just his being alive I am savoring. We have come so far and I am
grateful for healing, for God's mighty hand in our lives, transforming
people that needed transforming, loving us along the way,
teaching--always teaching. He is such a loving and gracious God. Our
lives are a testament to that.
I'm grateful for a daughter
and son-in-law, Katherine and Chad, that are growing and trying to find
their way in the world, blazing their trails however they choose. Both
so smart and talented and enjoying building their marriage, coming up on
their second anniversary. I am so grateful for her friends that
consider me a second mom and bless me with sharing their lives so I can
watch them grow as they get older, delight in their victories and joys
and try to comfort them in their times of tears.
I am
grateful for Alison, the light God gave us that has shone brightly in
some very dark years. She's literally kept us going and laughing and
marveling and enjoying life through the eyes of this truly remarkable
little girl. Just one more bit of proof to me that she is why He's God
and I'm not because never in my life would I have dreamed up this
surprise we weren't expecting. The past few years would have been so
much darker and desperate without this life force we call Alison in our
lives. She truly is a life force and brings life and smiles and lots of
hugs everywhere she goes.
I am so grateful for the
incredible abundance of friends I have. Heidi, my sister from another
mister, my sister in Christ, my sister in arms. Love her so much. Amy,
Gina, Nikki, Rachel, Michelle, Sherry, Liz, Tracy, Barbara Ann, Nora,
Wendy Kimberly,....so many if I named them all here I'd be working
through my turkey dinner. Many I have known for years, many I've never
met face-to-face, but all have a special place in my life and my heart,
and I am blessed to call them all my friends. Heaven is going to be
BLISSFUL with my friends to spend eternity with.
I have to work
today from 4-8 but I'm not upset because God always, ALWAYS brings
someone through my line that either blesses me, or I'm able to bless
THEM with a kind word or a praise to God. So what if businesses are
open today? Capitalism is still alive and fighting to stay alive in
America and if it means that they're open today, God bless America. We
keep capitalism alive however we have to. That means there are people
working and still able to put food on their family's table.
I
am grateful for the flag that flies freely as a symbol of our freedom,
and I am grateful for a Constitution that lays the foundation of our
freedoms. I am grateful for the many men and women that volunteer to
serve our country and die on foreign shores so we may have those
freedoms set forth in the Constitution and the hearts of our founding
fathers. They pay a price we cannot begin go fathom so we don't have to
live a life we cannot begin to fathom. I am grateful for the people
that continue to stand up and fight to keep our country free, whatever
the cost, for the First Amendment that keeps those voices loud and
heard. I am thankful for voices that refuse to be stilled or quieted so
evil cannot completely destroy what was begun in the hearts and minds
of God-fearing men that saw possibility on our shores over two centuries
ago, not the rule and oppression that they fled from.
I am
grateful for churches with open doors because God and men won't allow
them to be shuttered. I am grateful for the Bible and the gospel that
many bravely share, sometimes at the top of their lungs while standing
on a box on a street corner, or quietly in a home or pulpit with the
faithful gathered around. I am grateful for the men and women that
literally give their lives to spread the gospel around the world putting
on the full armor of God (Ephesians 6) to take Jesus to the lost and
hurting in the darkest and furthest corners of the world. I am grateful
for pastors that are sticking true to the word of God and not straying
into gospel that tickles the itching ears of the lazy or corrupt. I am
grateful for God's word that never changes or returns void to the heart
that sent the words out. I am grateful for the faithful and loving that
reach out to the lost and lonely to share God's love and pray for them
to add their number of saved to the folds of His robe. I am grateful
for PRAYER, our conduit to talk to God, our means of lifting people to
him for blessing, our line of peace that allows Him to speak to our
hearts. More problems and mysteries would disappear if more heads were
bowed in prayer and submission than noses pointed haughtily in the air
in pride and defiance.
Take the time to today to pray for
someone that is enduring a rough time in their life, for love lost, for
life stilled, for job taken away, for housing, for a pet that is
suffering or gone, for a child that has been sick or strayed or gone
Home ahead of a parent, for a marriage that has disintegrated or hit a
speed bump. Give freely of your heart, your time, and if you have any
spare, your dollars. If you see a Salvation Army bell ringer, buy them a
cup of hot chocolate or coffee and say a prayer with them. I've done
both and believe me, it sustains them. Give happily with a joyful heart
and drop that dollar into the bucket with a prayer that it blesses
someone in need.
Enjoy this day and take time to thank Him
for what He has given you. Put down your list of "wants" and look over
your list of "haves" and you will see, I'm sure, that the list of
"haves" is far longer than your list of "wants" and probably much
happier, too. I pray you use this day for true "thanksgiving" and take
the time to thank Him from whom your blessings flow.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Seasons
Today I am grateful for the changing seasons.
Fall is so beautiful here, bright colored leaves, crisp air, apples and pumpkins and the smell of smoke in the air from wood stoves and fireplaces. All the seasons are so symbolic of God's love for us, he loves us so much that He not only gave us His Son, but the seasons are a moving display of His majesty and creation.
Summer is warm and active, we work hard outside and enjoy the evenings as they cool down and we can watch the beauty of the stars. Clear days watching the ocean waters come in and go out, hiking in the mountains, walking alongside cool streams, fishing, swimming, driving along beautiful country roads. It reminds me of Christ walking along the streets of Jerusalem with the disciples, the Sermon on the Mount, feeding the crowds, sailing on the sea with the disciples, touching those that needed to feel the hand of God to be healed and were forgiven of their sins. Summer to me is the fullness of life that Christ had while He walked among the people.
Fall, life is winding down, the trees are shedding the leaves that have kept us cool in breezes, cooled our homes, animals scurry to put food away for the winter, we break down our outdoor lives and put it all away, and if we're smart, we bundle up, strike a fire, and enjoy the cool nights and leaves floating around. Fall is my favorite time. It's like the world is winding down for a long nap. It's that time between putting your child to bed and when they actually go to sleep. The end of fall reminds me of Christ carrying his cross along the Via Dolorosa (Latin,"Way of Grief", "Way of Sorrows", "Way of Suffering" or simply "Painful Way"), then on up to Golgotha, the hill on which his cross was placed as he was crucified. We put the world to rest in the fall, as He prepared to spend three days in the tomb.
Winter is cold. If you live here in the Pacific Northwest, it's dark and rainy, it can be dreary, but that's why I think our falls and springs are so beautiful. We know what was, we know what is coming. In Colorado the days are bright and crisp and the cold sucks the air out of you on really cold days and then with the snap of a finger, you can have 18 inches of snow in the ground. Crystal powdery flakes that shimmer and sparkle, like God dumped millions upon millions of diamonds over everything. Winter for me reminds me of the the three days that Christ lay in the tomb, conquering death and hell and was preparing to rise again.
Spring. Bursting forth with flowers, buds on trees, cool mornings, chilly evenings, rain showers, beautiful billowing clouds and fluffy displays of afternoon sunlight after a rainstorm. April in Oregon is wonderful. The new flowers bursting up and new leaves bursting out on the limbs are symbolic to me of Christ coming out of the tomb and bringing His beauty with Him. The newness of growth is the growth of Christ in us as we celebrate His resurrection and victory over the death of winter.
God gave us the seasons to enjoy His masterful, artful hand, to savor His creation, and to see His Son and life as Christ lived. I'm SO grateful for the beautiful seasons!
Fall is so beautiful here, bright colored leaves, crisp air, apples and pumpkins and the smell of smoke in the air from wood stoves and fireplaces. All the seasons are so symbolic of God's love for us, he loves us so much that He not only gave us His Son, but the seasons are a moving display of His majesty and creation.
Summer is warm and active, we work hard outside and enjoy the evenings as they cool down and we can watch the beauty of the stars. Clear days watching the ocean waters come in and go out, hiking in the mountains, walking alongside cool streams, fishing, swimming, driving along beautiful country roads. It reminds me of Christ walking along the streets of Jerusalem with the disciples, the Sermon on the Mount, feeding the crowds, sailing on the sea with the disciples, touching those that needed to feel the hand of God to be healed and were forgiven of their sins. Summer to me is the fullness of life that Christ had while He walked among the people.
Fall, life is winding down, the trees are shedding the leaves that have kept us cool in breezes, cooled our homes, animals scurry to put food away for the winter, we break down our outdoor lives and put it all away, and if we're smart, we bundle up, strike a fire, and enjoy the cool nights and leaves floating around. Fall is my favorite time. It's like the world is winding down for a long nap. It's that time between putting your child to bed and when they actually go to sleep. The end of fall reminds me of Christ carrying his cross along the Via Dolorosa (Latin,"Way of Grief", "Way of Sorrows", "Way of Suffering" or simply "Painful Way"), then on up to Golgotha, the hill on which his cross was placed as he was crucified. We put the world to rest in the fall, as He prepared to spend three days in the tomb.
Winter is cold. If you live here in the Pacific Northwest, it's dark and rainy, it can be dreary, but that's why I think our falls and springs are so beautiful. We know what was, we know what is coming. In Colorado the days are bright and crisp and the cold sucks the air out of you on really cold days and then with the snap of a finger, you can have 18 inches of snow in the ground. Crystal powdery flakes that shimmer and sparkle, like God dumped millions upon millions of diamonds over everything. Winter for me reminds me of the the three days that Christ lay in the tomb, conquering death and hell and was preparing to rise again.
Spring. Bursting forth with flowers, buds on trees, cool mornings, chilly evenings, rain showers, beautiful billowing clouds and fluffy displays of afternoon sunlight after a rainstorm. April in Oregon is wonderful. The new flowers bursting up and new leaves bursting out on the limbs are symbolic to me of Christ coming out of the tomb and bringing His beauty with Him. The newness of growth is the growth of Christ in us as we celebrate His resurrection and victory over the death of winter.
God gave us the seasons to enjoy His masterful, artful hand, to savor His creation, and to see His Son and life as Christ lived. I'm SO grateful for the beautiful seasons!
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Control
We have a ginormous yard with lots of old trees in the back and two VERY industrious little squirrels in ot. There is a walnut tree in the back neighbor's property and branches from it cover our yard and we get to keep the walnuts that fall from it every year--unless Squirrel 1 and Squirrel 2 beat me to them. It's a race every year.
I'm sitting here at the window working on the book and out of the corner of my eye I see one of them on the patio searching. Always searching. He's always on the lookout for anything he can, pardon the pun, squirrel away for winter. Here it is early November and he's still out looking. At this point hope springs eternal.
Seeing him still searching for provision to keep the family fed I was sadly reminded of a sizable contingent of our society (and don't anyone get panties in a wad because I'm not talking about those that have been laid off or are truly hard workers) that are content to allow others to do the hard work so they can collect a welfare check or add one more child to the food stamp rolls. Even a squirrel in this country is willing to work harder for his food than some Americans. There's no one there to hand him Obamamoney or an Obamaphone or Obamacare.
But they can be trained to become THAT dependent. My great grandmother and great great grandmother lived with my dad as he was growing up and they would sit for hours on the back porch feeding the squirrels peanuts while they sewed by hand the beautiful wedding ring quilt top that I now have. The squirrels became quite tame and never missed a day when all they had to do was show up and peanuts would be tossed their way. Had these two women not been there the squirrels would have had to go out and forage for food to survive. Much like the squirrels that got spoiled by two little old women, that sizable contingent in our society showed up one day and someone began throwing bites their way. Checks. Food stamps. Anything and everything the people could toss their way to keep them coming back. The squirrels were controlled by the peanuts tossed their direction. The people kept coming back and have become controlled by the things someone tosses their direction.
When you get right down to it, control is not hard to create when you have something someone wants but becomes too lazy to go out and work for.
I'm sitting here at the window working on the book and out of the corner of my eye I see one of them on the patio searching. Always searching. He's always on the lookout for anything he can, pardon the pun, squirrel away for winter. Here it is early November and he's still out looking. At this point hope springs eternal.
Seeing him still searching for provision to keep the family fed I was sadly reminded of a sizable contingent of our society (and don't anyone get panties in a wad because I'm not talking about those that have been laid off or are truly hard workers) that are content to allow others to do the hard work so they can collect a welfare check or add one more child to the food stamp rolls. Even a squirrel in this country is willing to work harder for his food than some Americans. There's no one there to hand him Obamamoney or an Obamaphone or Obamacare.
But they can be trained to become THAT dependent. My great grandmother and great great grandmother lived with my dad as he was growing up and they would sit for hours on the back porch feeding the squirrels peanuts while they sewed by hand the beautiful wedding ring quilt top that I now have. The squirrels became quite tame and never missed a day when all they had to do was show up and peanuts would be tossed their way. Had these two women not been there the squirrels would have had to go out and forage for food to survive. Much like the squirrels that got spoiled by two little old women, that sizable contingent in our society showed up one day and someone began throwing bites their way. Checks. Food stamps. Anything and everything the people could toss their way to keep them coming back. The squirrels were controlled by the peanuts tossed their direction. The people kept coming back and have become controlled by the things someone tosses their direction.
When you get right down to it, control is not hard to create when you have something someone wants but becomes too lazy to go out and work for.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Goodbye to the old, hello to the new
I have a friend that has chosen to close down her old life in the wedding industry and open a new door. She and I both have a passion for writing and I've been so encouraged by friends to pursue what I've always just considered my pressure valve for letting off steam: writing.
I am working on a book, nearly done, and already I have three or four other things in the hopper to work on. I really don't want to go back to doing the same thing I've been doing for 12 years in the wedding industry. It's exhausting and takes time away from my family. I cannot begin to count the hours I've lost with my family because there was always work to be done. I came home from church yesterday and remarked to my husband about how nice it was to be able to take my time cleaning up and getting a few things done so I could sit down and work on the book. For years it's been, "Hurry home, throw something together to eat, and then sit for 12 hours working on envelopes." While it's been a good way to stay home and be with my family, it's taken a toll and now I'm ready to turn over a new leaf. I will never completely leave it behind, but the work I've done on the Quaker Marriage Certificates has been so rewarding. I will focus on those and keep a foot in the door.
But writing! I so enjoy weaving things together to share a story. To touch someone's life, to speak encouragement, to educate someone--what an incredible gift that is, both to the reader and the writer. Computers have completely revolutionized it so I can literally write a book and publish it from my laptop. I wonder how many people over the years had really worthwhile things to say yet their subject wasn't considered relevant by a few that sat in an office high up in New York. We can now take our words to any number of websites and in a matter of days have those words reach millions. Amazing.
So, my "office" will now be this laptop and I can write wherever I want on whatever I want and know I at least have a fighting chance of those words reaching people.
My teens were some fun years, working hard, planning for the future. My twenties were hard, although I became a mother for the first time and I'd have to say that was one of the best things ever to happen to me, becoming a mother, heartache and happiness, every bit of it. My thirties were difficult, but I found the love of my life and gave birth to another precious child. My forties have been challenging but oh! the wisdom I've gained! I wouldn't trade my wisdom for anything. I have one and a half years left of my forties and I'm looking forward to seeing how I can wrap up this decade.
But my fifties--now, that will be a sight to behold. With each new decade new opportunities have come along and I do believe this one, should the Lord tarry, will be one of my best so far and on this keyboard I pray I can capture it all.
Join me for this new adventure!
I am working on a book, nearly done, and already I have three or four other things in the hopper to work on. I really don't want to go back to doing the same thing I've been doing for 12 years in the wedding industry. It's exhausting and takes time away from my family. I cannot begin to count the hours I've lost with my family because there was always work to be done. I came home from church yesterday and remarked to my husband about how nice it was to be able to take my time cleaning up and getting a few things done so I could sit down and work on the book. For years it's been, "Hurry home, throw something together to eat, and then sit for 12 hours working on envelopes." While it's been a good way to stay home and be with my family, it's taken a toll and now I'm ready to turn over a new leaf. I will never completely leave it behind, but the work I've done on the Quaker Marriage Certificates has been so rewarding. I will focus on those and keep a foot in the door.
But writing! I so enjoy weaving things together to share a story. To touch someone's life, to speak encouragement, to educate someone--what an incredible gift that is, both to the reader and the writer. Computers have completely revolutionized it so I can literally write a book and publish it from my laptop. I wonder how many people over the years had really worthwhile things to say yet their subject wasn't considered relevant by a few that sat in an office high up in New York. We can now take our words to any number of websites and in a matter of days have those words reach millions. Amazing.
So, my "office" will now be this laptop and I can write wherever I want on whatever I want and know I at least have a fighting chance of those words reaching people.
My teens were some fun years, working hard, planning for the future. My twenties were hard, although I became a mother for the first time and I'd have to say that was one of the best things ever to happen to me, becoming a mother, heartache and happiness, every bit of it. My thirties were difficult, but I found the love of my life and gave birth to another precious child. My forties have been challenging but oh! the wisdom I've gained! I wouldn't trade my wisdom for anything. I have one and a half years left of my forties and I'm looking forward to seeing how I can wrap up this decade.
But my fifties--now, that will be a sight to behold. With each new decade new opportunities have come along and I do believe this one, should the Lord tarry, will be one of my best so far and on this keyboard I pray I can capture it all.
Join me for this new adventure!
Sunday, October 13, 2013
A black writer summarizes Obama
I make no secret of my absolute disdain and disgust for the current squatter of the White House but this is PERFECTION. Read on....
A Black Reporter Summarizes Barack The below summarization of Barack and Michelle Obama’s 5 year reign in the White House is by far the best I’ve ever read as it squarely hits the nail on the head. And it took a black reporter writing it to make it as effective as it is. A white man’s account would be instantly criticized by the liberal media as pure racism. But, how can anyone scream Racist when an exacting description of the Obamas is penned by a well known journalist of color? 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. 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."
A Black Reporter Summarizes Barack The below summarization of Barack and Michelle Obama’s 5 year reign in the White House is by far the best I’ve ever read as it squarely hits the nail on the head. And it took a black reporter writing it to make it as effective as it is. A white man’s account would be instantly criticized by the liberal media as pure racism. But, how can anyone scream Racist when an exacting description of the Obamas is penned by a well known journalist of color? 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. 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."
Friday, October 4, 2013
The after-bath
You
would think that once a cat's bath is over, it's done, gone, buried,
never to be brought up again. Not with Gus, apparently. My once
normally loving biscuit maker who loved nothing more than snuggling up
to me last night wouldn't come out from behind the couch, despite
copious coaching and begging on my part.
This morning, he climbs up on the bed, flounces past me, steps on my pillow to jump into the window sill for his morning gaze at the world. I awoke looking straight up into his ass hanging over my end of the headboard. "Yeah, look at THAT, human. That's how I roll when you violate ME."
All day long, he's skirted past me as quickly as possible. I've not had any kitty whoring on the floor--not once has he dropped to his back to show me his tummy and beg for rubs and loves. I'm persona non grata. When he gets upset or wants to prove a point to me, Gus will crawl into the litter box and not just move stuff around. No. He SHOVELS it out the door to where our laundry room floor looks like a giant sand dune. I awoke to about a bucket full of dry cat litter on the floor. I could just see him unloading over night.
"She dumped me in the (swish!) tub, and she (swish!) got me soaking wet, and (swish!) she soaped me up, and (swish!) she tried to love on me while pouring water over me.....and (swish!)" as the litter went flying.
As I'm sweeping up the mess he was sitting in the dining room observing me with a look. "Take THAT if you think you'll ever bathe me again," as he turned with a flounce and headed back down the hall to hide under the bed.
Sweep it up, dump it back in, mop the floor. Little turd.
Today he crawled up into Mike's arms and I SWEAR he looked back over his shoulder at me with a look that said, "That's right. I USED to love YOU. Now I love HIM. Suck on THAT, human. This human won't do to me what you did to me."
"Gus, of course he won't, you walking slipper, he CAN'T get down on the floor to give you a bath. But I can. Oh, I can and I WILL. And the next time? I have a surprise for you. Meet my little friend. I call him SHOWER MASSAGE."
This morning, he climbs up on the bed, flounces past me, steps on my pillow to jump into the window sill for his morning gaze at the world. I awoke looking straight up into his ass hanging over my end of the headboard. "Yeah, look at THAT, human. That's how I roll when you violate ME."
All day long, he's skirted past me as quickly as possible. I've not had any kitty whoring on the floor--not once has he dropped to his back to show me his tummy and beg for rubs and loves. I'm persona non grata. When he gets upset or wants to prove a point to me, Gus will crawl into the litter box and not just move stuff around. No. He SHOVELS it out the door to where our laundry room floor looks like a giant sand dune. I awoke to about a bucket full of dry cat litter on the floor. I could just see him unloading over night.
"She dumped me in the (swish!) tub, and she (swish!) got me soaking wet, and (swish!) she soaped me up, and (swish!) she tried to love on me while pouring water over me.....and (swish!)" as the litter went flying.
As I'm sweeping up the mess he was sitting in the dining room observing me with a look. "Take THAT if you think you'll ever bathe me again," as he turned with a flounce and headed back down the hall to hide under the bed.
Sweep it up, dump it back in, mop the floor. Little turd.
Today he crawled up into Mike's arms and I SWEAR he looked back over his shoulder at me with a look that said, "That's right. I USED to love YOU. Now I love HIM. Suck on THAT, human. This human won't do to me what you did to me."
"Gus, of course he won't, you walking slipper, he CAN'T get down on the floor to give you a bath. But I can. Oh, I can and I WILL. And the next time? I have a surprise for you. Meet my little friend. I call him SHOWER MASSAGE."
Gus got a bath
September 19, 2013
In my life I've had about 15 or 16 cats. I've never had a cat that liked getting a bath and have been fileted, shredded, chewed up, spit out, ripped to bits, and basically destroy giving them baths. Petco charges $40 to bathe a cat and that's way too much for me, so today I bravely decided I would bathe Gus, our big orange male. He's a big lover.....as long as you let him do everything your way. He can be an asshat when he's done something wrong and you discipline him. He's also very, very smart. He has adopted Mike as his own human and he's forced himself into Mike's heart and Mike's had no choice but to accept his new buddy.
But Gus stunk. Bad.
Today was the day. I changed my will, kissed my loved ones goodbye, filled the tub with about 3 inches of water and animal soap, got the bubbles going, put on my gloves and went to get Gus. Water was warm and the bathroom was quiet, I was thinking that if worst came to worst......Gus would just die. Kidding. I'd just crawl into the tub and sit on him. Until he died.
I closed all the doors and rounded him up. Took him in the bathroom, shut the door, he saw the tub and kind of started to squirm and I hugged him, then lowered him into the tub, expecting to play soccer goalie, catch the kitty, throw the kitty back into the tub, catch the kitty, throw the kitty......
The strangest thing: His feet hit the water and he sank down into the tub gently and lowered himself into the water to get wet, then sat up on his haunches, straight back, and allowed me to wash him. Every inch got lathered up up and rubbed down. Turned him this way--no hassle. Turned him around that way--no squirming. No growling, no hissing, no biting, scratching, latching on. And then he really blew me away.
I turned on the water, expecting him to bolt and get stupid, and as I began pouring water over him, he began PURRING. I have NEVER experienced a cat bath like this. Whoever had him before us washed him often because what I was expecting would be a fight ended up being a treat for him. The running water didn't freak him out, he let me rinse him thoroughly, and kept purring until I turned off the water and took him out of the tub.
I dried him off, thanked him for being a good boy. He turned around, glared at me and hissed. He HISSED at me. After all that. Turd.
In my life I've had about 15 or 16 cats. I've never had a cat that liked getting a bath and have been fileted, shredded, chewed up, spit out, ripped to bits, and basically destroy giving them baths. Petco charges $40 to bathe a cat and that's way too much for me, so today I bravely decided I would bathe Gus, our big orange male. He's a big lover.....as long as you let him do everything your way. He can be an asshat when he's done something wrong and you discipline him. He's also very, very smart. He has adopted Mike as his own human and he's forced himself into Mike's heart and Mike's had no choice but to accept his new buddy.
But Gus stunk. Bad.
Today was the day. I changed my will, kissed my loved ones goodbye, filled the tub with about 3 inches of water and animal soap, got the bubbles going, put on my gloves and went to get Gus. Water was warm and the bathroom was quiet, I was thinking that if worst came to worst......Gus would just die. Kidding. I'd just crawl into the tub and sit on him. Until he died.
I closed all the doors and rounded him up. Took him in the bathroom, shut the door, he saw the tub and kind of started to squirm and I hugged him, then lowered him into the tub, expecting to play soccer goalie, catch the kitty, throw the kitty back into the tub, catch the kitty, throw the kitty......
The strangest thing: His feet hit the water and he sank down into the tub gently and lowered himself into the water to get wet, then sat up on his haunches, straight back, and allowed me to wash him. Every inch got lathered up up and rubbed down. Turned him this way--no hassle. Turned him around that way--no squirming. No growling, no hissing, no biting, scratching, latching on. And then he really blew me away.
I turned on the water, expecting him to bolt and get stupid, and as I began pouring water over him, he began PURRING. I have NEVER experienced a cat bath like this. Whoever had him before us washed him often because what I was expecting would be a fight ended up being a treat for him. The running water didn't freak him out, he let me rinse him thoroughly, and kept purring until I turned off the water and took him out of the tub.
I dried him off, thanked him for being a good boy. He turned around, glared at me and hissed. He HISSED at me. After all that. Turd.
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