Saturday, January 28, 2017

Sick of Winter

Winter blew in with a vengeance and doesn't seem to have any plans on leaving anytime soon. We do need some wind to blow out some of the smog, fog, and other disgusting elements. Ugly snow decorates the terrain. The temperature stays in the freezing range day and night. It starts getting dark at four o'clock.
It's a recipe for depression. 
Nothing exciting to watch on TV.  "Say yes to the dress" does not entertain me. I'd rather watch an old rerun of Daddy Longlegs. I was on board when TV came on the scene. Yakima only had three channels as I recall. It didn't matter what it was we watched it. No TV remote. If you wanted to watch something different you had to get off your butt to change the channel, but that wasn't as challenging for me as it is today. 
It'll soon be Spring and we can start complaining about all the pot-holes in the street, and other little annoying things. 
I just killed some time doing this so I feel better now.
No rhyme or reason for this photo.
He was my new husband in 1946.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Family Pictures

I love this. Chloe and her little sister.

This top picture is my son, Mel as a baby, and the lower one is Tyler Faris his grandson. Tyler will be one-year-old very soon. You can see a family resemblance. Especially the smile. Anyway, I think so. 
I tried to put the photo's side by side, but Blogger won't let it happen. Or maybe I'm losing my bloggering skills. 

Been trying to find something to do since the weather is so wet and cold. 
Now we have more snow coming tomorrow morning. It's the one day I have an appointment. 

This is Mel and Nancy's bough of the family tree. Taken Christmas eve. Me Paleface.

Monday, January 9, 2017


Winter Time
I am thankful I don't have a sidewalk in front of my yard because I would be responsible for clearing the snow from it. The snow plow came by and cleared the snow from the street, and piled it up against the cars that are parked on the street. The snow freezes into solid ice. I don't know how the drivers will dig their cars out of the snowbanks. We already have 8 inches and now expecting 1 to 3 inches in the morning and below zero by the end of the week.
One good thing about it, I'm saving money on gas.
Meryl Streep wants a little attention I think. Give me a break. I didn't vote for him, but I don't care for her opinion
Now I hope the groundhog doesn't see his shadow. Or is it the other way.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Another Day

The wind is blowing and the snow has fallen. It's still 24 degrees. I caught up on my sleep for another six months. Two times in a lifetime that has happened. I have sit so much my sitter has worn out. There must be something in life other than this, but where is it? The wrinkles are gaining on me. I looked in the mirror. I try not to do that, but sometimes it just happens.  The wrinkles are an accident. When the wrinkles come and the memory goes it's time to time to pull the plug. I already went on a sit-down strike. That's why my sitter is worn out.
I go to Facebook to see what others are doing. The folks on Facebook are in the same boat as I am. They have nothing better to do.
I have some beautiful grand kids. I'll bet my grand kids are prettier than yours. I'm not trying to start a grand kid war, they just are!
Here are a few pictures. See for yourself.


I'm waiting for my lunch.

Chloe and Hailey having fun.
The Huffmans

My name is Shelby
Shelby, Tyler and Leah


Tuesday, December 27, 2016


 Life goes on and on and on. I'm beginning to think there is no end to it. The future is a rerun of last year, and so it goes. Someone is born and someone dies.
I think I'll hang around awhile and see if anything different happens in 2017.

Halloween is over.

Turkey day is over.
Now Christmas is over.
Celebrate !!!

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Nuttin Much

You never miss the water until the well runs dry, but I can assure you I never miss the snow and I never will. It's like living in a prison cell. I am lacking the courage to drive in it so I dream of clear streets and sunny days. 
The new year is just around the corner. I have no special plans for the future. Whatever will be, will be. I just hope the Artic blast avoids this section of the country. 
I'm expecting!
 A new great-grandchild in April or May. If I can count correctly it will make seven great-grand children. I also have six granddaughters.
Chloe and her friends
Cora, Anthony, Deena
Umpteen hundred years ago.

 Brothers and sisters

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Down With Clutter

My cat only knows one word, "meow". It has several meanings. Meow means I'm going to die if I don't eat soon. It also means I'm starving, " feed me meow (now)". Sometimes it means "I'm going to sit on you whether you like or not.
It is so lonely around here I wish I could teach her sign language. It would be useless to try to teach her. She would probably only learn how to sign "feed me".

I put on a brave front and went to Fred Meyers on a Sunday afternoon.
You would think it was the only store in town. Wall to wall people. The parking lot was just as bad. Kids, men, women and dogs. I'm not too sure they were service dogs, but it's not my problem. 
 Even the gas pumps were super busy. The main reason I went there was because I wanted one of those copper frying pans which they carry. Aha! I'll bet those people were also buying Copper pans.
I found the few grocery items I wanted and let the dust settle behind me.
I rushed home because it gets dark around four in the afternoon. I cannot drive after dark, and I will not drive after dark.
Sunday is almost over I am pleased to say. 
The copper pan works just like they say. My son and wife were here yesterday and they said they have one and like it very much. They had a discussion that if she buys a new anything she has to throw away something. She was so proud because she threw away two old frying pans. I'm going to try to do that as well. Down with clutter. It's more like out with useless items no matter how much you think you might need it someday. Someday never comes.
I hope they don't mind if I 
advertise their book !!

Monday, November 14, 2016


When I was young wrinkles was the enemy. We lived in an old farm house without electricity, but those wrinkles had to go. Wash day was a living nightmare, but I won't get into that now. The next day was Ironing day. It was wrinkle removable day and it was an all day affair. What would people think if you showed up at church or anywhere with a wrinkle in your garment. The good people in China started this obsession. Without electricity you had to heat the iron on your cooking range. There would be four or five irons heating on the stove top. One detachable handle would be attached to an iron and the garment would have the creases pressed out and when the iron cooled it would be returned to the stove and another iron would be attached to the handle and the beat goes on. Don't forget to add a little more wood to the fire. It doesn't matter if it's a 100 degrees already because those wrinkles have to go.
When Sunday came you could put on your wrinkle free garment and strut off to church. Your soul may have had a wrinkle or two, but not your garment.
I wish I could iron my face.