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Grandma lived with us from 1957 on until her death in 1982 at the age of 87. She was a remarkable woman who outlived one husband who died during the 1918 flu pandemic.
She married another man who proved to be abusive. When, after a particularly bad beating in 1957, my father drove to get her and brought her to our house.
I was 3 years old when she arrived, I don’t remember much about that time. For as long as I can remember she’d lived with us.
Boy, could that woman bake too. She’d have us up at the table while she worked and taught us all about her cakes and cookies.
Grandma taught us a lot over the years and loved to tell us stories about her time with the railroad. My grandma was the first woman ticket sales person for the NY railroad. She was a tough cookie and a kind, generous soul.
When my parents lived in Menard Texas, some young men burglarized their house, stealing all my Mother’s and Grandmother’s jewelry, among other things. It broke Grandma’s heart to find her children, grandchildren, and great grand children charm bracelet gone. I think that hurt her the most. That Christmas we granddaughters got together and made sure she a charm for each of us. This was her face when she opened the box and saw all the charms–with new ones added for our husbands and the newest of the great grandchildren.
Well, here it is the 19th of November and we’re at 49 degrees with lots of rain.
But according to #45 and his knuckle draggers, there’s no global warming going on here.
NOVEMBER 19th in PA and it is 49 degrees at 2:35 a.m.
I was so tired after all the shopping yesterday (Grocery and farmers market) that I fell asleep right after dinner and slept until midnight.
Seriously. Enough is enough!
Politicians on both sides need to stop all this crap.
They need to stop playing around with ridiculous tax bills that favor corporate America and the extremely wealthy. They need to stop with add ins designed to strip us of all we have worked so hard for in our lives.
This is all about our lives. Yes, our lives!
It’s not a freaking game.
It’s not about anything other than the survival of the middle class, the disabled, and the poor.
It is time to take our government back from the heartless, over-paid, and bloated wealthy.
Term limits! Impeachments! No more bribery and corruption!
Give us back our Nation of the people, for the people and by the people.
I had one of my every 6 months appointments with my cardiologist. Had a once yearly cardiogram done.
My doctor is very pleased with me. Blood pressure was good, heart sounded great, cardiogram was excellent, cholesterol levels were also excellent.
Everyone got a good laugh at my Tee
Yes, after a constant weight gain after the heart attack, I found I was not eating enough calories in a day.
The Myfitnesspal app showed me that I was eating far too little calories. My body was storing fat because it thought I was starving.
By having to log my food and getting reminders if I don’t, I am eating the required 1200 calories (or less) daily.
I am drinking the correct amount of water.
And, I am losing weight.
10 lbs so far.
I was reading an article on the ’11 signs of Gaslighting in your relationship,’ and realized it describes #45 and the Republican party perfectly. Interesting read.
The mendacity of these people is increasing with each day.
For you who have no idea what that means:
untruthfulness.“people publicly castigated for past mendacity”Today’s Tee
I look forward to when he goes to bed. It is when I can finally take a breath.
I swear, I feel as though I spend each day holding my breath.
I feel as though I have to tip toe around him most days.
Lately, I don’t dare even run the vacuum when he’s downstairs for fear of setting him off on a rant about how he can’t hear the TV.
Most days we grate on each other’s nerves.
What I wouldn’t give for a place near the water…alone with my dog.
And yet I stay.
Thank you for your service.
I will continue to fight for you.
No Veteran should be without healthcare.
No Veteran should homeless.
I miss you, Dad.
If you’ve molested a 14 year-old girl, shame on you. There’s no Biblical excuse for your criminal behavior. You are depraved.
If you vote for a criminally depraved person to be your senator, shame on you. You are stupid. I understand you can’t fix stupid. What a shame.
Lucy loves them!
If you don’t know what they are, they are the pizza crusts The Curmudgeon doesn’t eat. I eat mine. I happen to like the crusts.
Anyway, he will break his crusts down into small pieces for Lucy that we dole out like we normally do with her cookies. We keep them in the flipped over lid of her cookie jar and she knows exactly where they are.
Thank goodness they are out of her reach. But she tells us where they are as often as possible.
One of her nicknames is Miss Barky McBarkison.