tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216193498715221262024-02-07T15:46:57.716-08:00Pet Peeves and Other RamblingsLorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.comBlogger976125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-875018319350626332022-09-12T14:05:00.000-07:002022-09-12T14:05:36.472-07:00<br />Life in the End lane<div>One day <i>I passed out like a light, It was because my blood pressure low side was too low. I fell hard but no broken bones, t have been sicker than ever, I just want to call it quits but it won't happen. Why? Why? Why? My room mate belongs to the Pee Gang. 9000 times a day I don't know if this will post or not. I keep trying, </i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-79318043015406997902022-08-03T19:25:00.001-07:002022-08-05T23:56:35.786-07:00<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hello!</span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Life goes on whether you want it to or not. Kenny says we are assigned so many heartbeats and when your assignment runs out it's over. When you can't even enjoy your food it isn't much fun. Trying to force something down so you won't die is awful.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Depression is another malady we have to contend with. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I have an appointment with a doctor coming up and I am going to ask him what the answers are.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am trying to drink as much water as I can.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dehydration is very bad for you.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> am now taking medicine for the bad taste. but it isn't working at all.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGwUZI41-Py0hJZCooxcvPb5GUiVfgfAdgafWqb3gtX4CVZAkz5MGObhpJwg5JL_0nFtv5AlrGO_fd8qp5CVWGTmkJXdxhDNIrNJ5ErzvY0o7k8VKLeGk_sWwhRpNEMqqjJa-wBYGvPQdZIAzr50gpdi3uGLTSQMQ-uFuuuJPfL2v4SpJqXH2e43TgA/s836/284939606_8302812173078020_4609867009212277613_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="836" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGwUZI41-Py0hJZCooxcvPb5GUiVfgfAdgafWqb3gtX4CVZAkz5MGObhpJwg5JL_0nFtv5AlrGO_fd8qp5CVWGTmkJXdxhDNIrNJ5ErzvY0o7k8VKLeGk_sWwhRpNEMqqjJa-wBYGvPQdZIAzr50gpdi3uGLTSQMQ-uFuuuJPfL2v4SpJqXH2e43TgA/w400-h336/284939606_8302812173078020_4609867009212277613_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>My two oldest Grands. Deena and Trent.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">3402 Englewood Yakima, WA</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-76304912051688541602022-07-19T15:50:00.001-07:002022-08-06T00:36:11.063-07:00Wait and See<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />The story of my life! I am forever waiting for something! Now, it's waiting to see if the medicine will restore the food taste to normal. Starting with a very low dosage. It will also take care of depression and sleep problems. I think a positive attitude should also help.</span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I had lost 15 pounds which is something to write home about. I am not complaining about that!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">When I moved from the flat land of Oklahoma to the land of mountain country, Washington State, I soon learned the meaning of homesickness. Housing was so hard to find. WW2 men returning home and getting married to their penpals, and girlfriends were causing a massive shortage of rentals. Some folks owned the big family homes and remodeled them into rentals. We rented 2 rooms on the back side of a house. I could look out one window and all I could see was the alley and a little storage shed with silver-colored garbage cans. My landlady's husband was a wino so he was usually back there with his bottle in his pocket. That wasn't too exciting so I would look out the other window and there was the driveway to the garage. This room was the combined kitchen and living room. Our other room was a bedroom which was across the hall. In the hall were a sink and water and a toilet also shared. The most disgusting thing of all was the bathtub was downstairs in the Landlady's apartment and she had a sign posted, "Only two baths per week". One time we had taken a job to make a few extra dollars, it was training hops. A very dirty job on the ground all day and the landlady would not bend the rule for us, we went to a family member to get our baths. She was also very religious. One time I asked her if she was going to go see the concert of Roy Acuff which was coming soon and she replied that he was going to hell fast enough without her help. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">We had two boys, Kenny, Mel, and Karen. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I had met and married a friend of a friend and we were madly in love and he wanted to live here in Washington state. It all sounded like fun to me and it was except for the homesickness. I have now been widowed for 32 years. I never remarried or came close to it. I wasn't against it, I just never met anyone. I soon made friends and life got better. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rVbx1_VgAZ1Djr7U3aKpfFwGTp5zd80J64YxIQoZ69YhonI_xOY5mwQ0vf-vbjalD9xtWy3RLgcgYWpPnZ6sUnhJ3agNM_7R374MhCA102Cvo_jGTI4DgqYynDF1HVNPOX5dJh_QuqcUegfr-b9YS6LjndA8v8kZKyRKMncXiEb2Mg1xwLtzP1Szcg/s1332/12716338_1313011102058197_2390359426550651184_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1057" data-original-width="1332" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rVbx1_VgAZ1Djr7U3aKpfFwGTp5zd80J64YxIQoZ69YhonI_xOY5mwQ0vf-vbjalD9xtWy3RLgcgYWpPnZ6sUnhJ3agNM_7R374MhCA102Cvo_jGTI4DgqYynDF1HVNPOX5dJh_QuqcUegfr-b9YS6LjndA8v8kZKyRKMncXiEb2Mg1xwLtzP1Szcg/w400-h318/12716338_1313011102058197_2390359426550651184_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Mel and Cora</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKHp8Eze0feeZLy6dYB2nq9JBhwiTEtqgWOZrcYsL_J34WL2mkjIPjTCp_tN0qh38wDlgquUt-TXn1xfsI1zZjHLpILTY7LFG4fbuFBeHrmVgWqtX3knBZGzja4Ki_jDUKgjBAapjdvYgVanvvUDEgqd57uQuRGMwF_D9G4EkmJykfyUOHR5aL-ZIag/s640/483360.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="640" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKHp8Eze0feeZLy6dYB2nq9JBhwiTEtqgWOZrcYsL_J34WL2mkjIPjTCp_tN0qh38wDlgquUt-TXn1xfsI1zZjHLpILTY7LFG4fbuFBeHrmVgWqtX3knBZGzja4Ki_jDUKgjBAapjdvYgVanvvUDEgqd57uQuRGMwF_D9G4EkmJykfyUOHR5aL-ZIag/w640-h426/483360.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Leah and Chloe</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsGvFDy8oEzFjVlP2yP_DQv50-mw9i21_Ki-DgTgBZq6QxW0jHqn2q6_Rab34NBakQ2AZCH4kGufq3gG2a6QkiF0fYIwyUTbTzYgK5aFw8jUqibxqeuuaNJJio-apJfGqEzJm8rbRMKOeKp2mbtrPnMQ-gejSZT72_Hc_XtuqBQxaEI65xnswSq5FyA/s979/Endkl.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="979" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsGvFDy8oEzFjVlP2yP_DQv50-mw9i21_Ki-DgTgBZq6QxW0jHqn2q6_Rab34NBakQ2AZCH4kGufq3gG2a6QkiF0fYIwyUTbTzYgK5aFw8jUqibxqeuuaNJJio-apJfGqEzJm8rbRMKOeKp2mbtrPnMQ-gejSZT72_Hc_XtuqBQxaEI65xnswSq5FyA/w400-h330/Endkl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dennis, Katie, and Laura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKsVgW9l2GyIR2ta70NReB-qdRAD3P52tr8jxmulpJZbtBUV2o7rdQFRp-QfINNH1--PqqVmofFi8vv1lcHGEoqowUfnyF7Si_AYU_TdHdOLUt08vATEKmAKZbTPBlJAT3BoNZowAwiiM0ve9NJVfCgkM-bsDObdZ1-nzTBwtWtZQLx04B4yeTaH-DQ/s668/1957.jpg..png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="668" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKsVgW9l2GyIR2ta70NReB-qdRAD3P52tr8jxmulpJZbtBUV2o7rdQFRp-QfINNH1--PqqVmofFi8vv1lcHGEoqowUfnyF7Si_AYU_TdHdOLUt08vATEKmAKZbTPBlJAT3BoNZowAwiiM0ve9NJVfCgkM-bsDObdZ1-nzTBwtWtZQLx04B4yeTaH-DQ/w400-h393/1957.jpg..png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sept 1957<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Just a few old memories</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-73889406260481216852022-07-13T17:10:00.000-07:002022-07-13T17:10:31.517-07:00Lesson Learned<br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Let me save you some money. Keep your money in your pocket and drink more water. I mean "WATER", not Pepsi, Coke, Pop, Soda,OJ, or any other liquid. Do you hear me? Drink Water. Everything dries out when it gets older even the body. Get that water in your body and save a doctor's bill. So you have to go to the bathroom more often, but exercise is something else our body needs. So get off your fanny and go pee.</span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am so full of water now, there is no room for food.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I haven't even tasted anything. I have Ensure and it even tasted strange. If I get the desired results I will shout it from the housetop. Keep listening!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNk_rODrxGXIrmEnTqeOqkeaJmwdpzAcPKC87bnfU7rmaVAbDfC2RIU0pTi3i8dExYHudrWnUUT1KUxypOvBFJGYPrO9mFu-_yvP-KIctdcg3vUv-1zqBtxM4Rg-yWC2G5Yw8fj4U9y4tlXKKlLorDhYONH7nR6B_3jARzuUvL1j1mpzYiGWEYbNbT6g/s290/onamission.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNk_rODrxGXIrmEnTqeOqkeaJmwdpzAcPKC87bnfU7rmaVAbDfC2RIU0pTi3i8dExYHudrWnUUT1KUxypOvBFJGYPrO9mFu-_yvP-KIctdcg3vUv-1zqBtxM4Rg-yWC2G5Yw8fj4U9y4tlXKKlLorDhYONH7nR6B_3jARzuUvL1j1mpzYiGWEYbNbT6g/w260-h320/onamission.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-85731595829630462332022-07-09T18:15:00.000-07:002022-07-09T18:15:33.247-07:00Use Your Sniffer<span style="font-size: x-large;">The Sniffer needs exercise. I still have not solved my tasting problem and I am waiting for some Acupuncture treatments. In the meantime, I spend a lot of time reading all I can find out about it. One source I found is to sniff odors. Some lose both their smell and taste. I can still smell everything, but the food still tastes terrible. It said that sometimes sniffing strong orders several times a day will stimulate it back to normal. The only thing I could find here was a small container with Mentholatum, It may be twenty years old, but it still has the odor so I keep sniffing at it. I ordered some Eucalyptus oil so I can sniff to my hearts content. I only need to wait until Monday for that.</span><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Till next time!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJRgjrW5ml7EhupUCEWP45bQErtkBmZdn4sVAP0L_7sd5ZPI-5K9ASuglGAGC7v0O58UPcGrY1h6yvKT9X4OkUfnHkQ1lyPsxuxDn03dZr7CYU2ywcyBzgohJYvmKnXnEdI4rPfB24cJP1mknQ7DpthNKxQC_MFEITIu-CHyUdTEuvy2EZibrbF7B5A/s4032/PXL_20220225_223130302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJRgjrW5ml7EhupUCEWP45bQErtkBmZdn4sVAP0L_7sd5ZPI-5K9ASuglGAGC7v0O58UPcGrY1h6yvKT9X4OkUfnHkQ1lyPsxuxDn03dZr7CYU2ywcyBzgohJYvmKnXnEdI4rPfB24cJP1mknQ7DpthNKxQC_MFEITIu-CHyUdTEuvy2EZibrbF7B5A/w400-h300/PXL_20220225_223130302.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">I almost got laughed out of Mel's Diner the day showed up with these on my feet. It was so funny.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-78119243491454543732022-07-05T16:05:00.000-07:002022-07-05T16:05:14.544-07:00Forget Food<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />I have an ailment that is highly irritating. I get hungry and desire food, but I do not enjoy it because it tastes terrible. I have discovered a couple things that taste good. Fresh sliced tomatoes with a little salt. Sausage sticks are made by Snyders, a local place. You have to buy them by noon with a check or cash. None of that magic ATM cards or Credit cards.</span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">They are so worth it. They may also have certain days when they are open. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">It seems that Acupuncture is like magic and can correct the problem, but Medicare does not cover it in most cases I was told, but inquire around because other places may bill Medicare for you and they may or may not pay for it. Why do we have to jump through their hoops to get some proper care? I wasn't born yesterday, in fact, it was almost 94 years ago when I showed up. I have lived through a lot. It was before shots were heard of so I had Measles, Chickenpox, Mumps, and Whooping cough. I lived through at least two cases of Pneumonia. One of which almost took my life when I was 11 years old. I remember it well. Now, I would love to roll over and die, but it won't happen.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I also had constant ear aches. For the first five or six years of my life, I had a pounding sound in my ears that I thought everyone had. One day it just disappeared. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I have decided to forget food and get by until it decides to return.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sorry about the rant, but it's life here in the ancient years.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhED4Oe3PhrFPLS_eNpLd8t4XYhdtVS6CsEEUhNTl8jy0z-Dk77wG0k5er6PfVhSEoEbMI1f48JoRArDZ2K3IItln8-NNGT4X6pAY-vfYp6-SKqlgMJNWbYriBdSQU2Xlt_VC2Lv5zYjEPBFS_gutP8Rv-q7bevrJ8cyL8OeJuRfsCN0tjJz9e3OBcuOg/s640/Bud%20Buffy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="640" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhED4Oe3PhrFPLS_eNpLd8t4XYhdtVS6CsEEUhNTl8jy0z-Dk77wG0k5er6PfVhSEoEbMI1f48JoRArDZ2K3IItln8-NNGT4X6pAY-vfYp6-SKqlgMJNWbYriBdSQU2Xlt_VC2Lv5zYjEPBFS_gutP8Rv-q7bevrJ8cyL8OeJuRfsCN0tjJz9e3OBcuOg/w399-h324/Bud%20Buffy.jpg" width="399" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">I look forward to meeting this guy and Buffy, the poodle.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-23638418649200517372022-07-04T10:40:00.000-07:002022-07-04T10:40:42.086-07:00Bad Luck <span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />Good night, Nurse!!!</span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all. I have totally lost my taste for food or desire for food. I still feel hungry until its miserable. Discontinuing a med that was subscribed years go helped the problem for a few days and then it came right back. My research told me that Acupuncture is very successful in taking care of the problem. I wanted to find out of Medicare would pay for Acupuncture because if it would my supplement would pay the rest or what it would cost if not covered. It is not that I am asking a difficult Essay question. Yea or Nay should do it, no ifs, ands or buts about it. I wanted to call the place and ask the simple question, but it was the weekend and I would just have to wait until Monday. Well, Holy Cow! Wouldn't you know, Monday is a Holiday.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Crapola!!!!! The blooming fourth of July.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I know what the Blooming fourth of July stands for! Hallalulah and pass the Ammunition!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlieyuXWAmGr3yNpe0JpGpTLi7Fm34b_EqJrJ0132qFDxCzma6svtCQcZf1PZwWltDAdMZt3sGJ0fBYLkay3TnRca2QvJDbvfQWUKJsQm9Clygea5gv0rx85eBOIAh8_Q22iB6KlCpbc18mdo7YMQiOUmwo1ayIT8S9XvBhxaiof_FwEhrtSdr6inDw/s960/1953.jpg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="697" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlieyuXWAmGr3yNpe0JpGpTLi7Fm34b_EqJrJ0132qFDxCzma6svtCQcZf1PZwWltDAdMZt3sGJ0fBYLkay3TnRca2QvJDbvfQWUKJsQm9Clygea5gv0rx85eBOIAh8_Q22iB6KlCpbc18mdo7YMQiOUmwo1ayIT8S9XvBhxaiof_FwEhrtSdr6inDw/w289-h399/1953.jpg.png" width="289" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">I found this a tad bit interesting!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am still waiting for the Accupuncture question.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Bahhumbug!!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-71272361241372374612022-07-01T20:28:00.000-07:002022-07-01T20:28:06.004-07:00ESP<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I have a strange gift if you want to call it that. It's called ESP (extra sensory perception). The only time it kicks in is to let me know bad news is about to happen. One time I had the same dream over and over. I dreamed a small plane had crashed in the vacant property across the corner from our house. Not once, but several times the same identical dream. Another dream I kept dreaming of was about a creek that I was trying to wade across, I could never get across it and there were big rocks in it and I kept trying to get over the rocks. I dreamed I looked up and there were two flags sailing above the creek. One was an American flag and I didn't recognize the other flag. I knew it was an omen of some kind and I remember sharing the weird dream with Karen and Dennis, my daughter and husband.</span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Another time I was driving up the street to go pick up the twins who had something going on at our church when, out of the blue, a large flock of birds had swooped down and were headed straight for my car and then they lifted and flew over the top of my car and went on their way. I believed they were trying to tell me something.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Time moves on and our only Grandson was killed in a small plane crash.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">At his funeral service, the Boy Scouts (he was a Boy Scout) were honoring him at the funeral service and two Scouts were coming down the aisle, one had the American flag and the other one had the Boy Scout Flag. I whispered to my Son-in-law, Dennis that those are the flags that were in my dream. If birds ever fly near my window it gives me a creepy feeling. ESP is not a gift, It's bad news in my case. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoixhfxI-MkyKuElmc2xchI2s-Y24751qJJv4lS_kuDSubJNgjMMfwXAx3ALlBOqIHkBmBfZzUftO9atmYuZAaTraac1F0DlW-67cvZ8Us_08D6OuzAmrqmX28QG2-506qsmoJqf81QIHAi78D6H07F8Qky-h0k4SeD1CeOI_LLkFmaMncWkAU9IVJ0w/s314/WEIGHTY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="314" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoixhfxI-MkyKuElmc2xchI2s-Y24751qJJv4lS_kuDSubJNgjMMfwXAx3ALlBOqIHkBmBfZzUftO9atmYuZAaTraac1F0DlW-67cvZ8Us_08D6OuzAmrqmX28QG2-506qsmoJqf81QIHAi78D6H07F8Qky-h0k4SeD1CeOI_LLkFmaMncWkAU9IVJ0w/w320-h218/WEIGHTY.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I just threw this in to cheer things up a tad.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-44442858008000079602022-06-27T19:24:00.000-07:002022-06-27T19:24:59.925-07:00Old Age<br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">I never thought I'd get here but I have arrived. Well, it ain't no day at the park. About all I do is sit in my rocker recliner and wish I could die. Kenny came and spent some time with me today and I deeply appreciated it. I shared a memory with him that I had not thought of in years. We had a neighbor that lived across the street from us and her name was Mrs. Youngblood. Back in the day when adults were known as Mr. or Mrs. Whoever. He was four years old and couldn't remember her name so he called her Mrs. Blood Vessel. I thought it was funny so I told Mrs. Youngblood about it and she laughed so hard I thought she might burst a blood vessel.</span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">We had good times back then. One day I told my son, Mel, that we are getting neighbors in the vacant house across the street and they have a little boy about your age. He came over to the window and looked over there then he went into his room and put on a jacket and didn't say a word to me but went straight over there and the Dad pulled a red wagon off of their loaded trailer and gave to them and they became friends and they are still very good friends to this day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0hCUPUoRctfJ1yG5szS0ZEnnMtIgywNXgiwIzi25_jjwnAc_DeeYOWXctffJx3BA1bDk3JyPN7aRaFOuTtPufcRpm8ZVlN6NFsIHR0mdwH0nDeSj-DbDUPCVvWGoaVBn1YRD06Bqk3lcSkdqbqFq3K3FpWZlT0pihf8rVOE-62im3MaJntWcwS-kkQ/s258/smk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="195" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0hCUPUoRctfJ1yG5szS0ZEnnMtIgywNXgiwIzi25_jjwnAc_DeeYOWXctffJx3BA1bDk3JyPN7aRaFOuTtPufcRpm8ZVlN6NFsIHR0mdwH0nDeSj-DbDUPCVvWGoaVBn1YRD06Bqk3lcSkdqbqFq3K3FpWZlT0pihf8rVOE-62im3MaJntWcwS-kkQ/w302-h400/smk.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_CB2ek1cxq1ixhtSIYliFJIQiuppdhXWQ3mcxLvo9jxrUBPkrAF8Dswq_8p19FE3dnNEH0Fpv2RIch4EXTuQWrMRsXediQbco1QTYdTVQeA9I4lYuxHC1S_EkJeKCoW4qryFq_LepTbM_1OGZ_dtvOJHqTGgk-sm0GocQvV7d5aCgywta8ETXhRFBw/s964/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="964" data-original-width="746" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_CB2ek1cxq1ixhtSIYliFJIQiuppdhXWQ3mcxLvo9jxrUBPkrAF8Dswq_8p19FE3dnNEH0Fpv2RIch4EXTuQWrMRsXediQbco1QTYdTVQeA9I4lYuxHC1S_EkJeKCoW4qryFq_LepTbM_1OGZ_dtvOJHqTGgk-sm0GocQvV7d5aCgywta8ETXhRFBw/w246-h318/0.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgps-pS4gUmEzX1g3XdoTUQghCkbAqSKmmokloNn4xFa_SsdgOSFFYE87lyZnRAMvByy0ZMRuDU3y_bZqy63jSvm_AIAclMJQ-_cuCf5WOB0HDIEDOHB7dxav74W0m74koU6owKCFueoKcmUdZvBv4AMa4InS_DmlWmXUTj2yUIn0JGWA6MFBeIA9rV8w/s960/30710796_2374726609219969_703801276496419353_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="958" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgps-pS4gUmEzX1g3XdoTUQghCkbAqSKmmokloNn4xFa_SsdgOSFFYE87lyZnRAMvByy0ZMRuDU3y_bZqy63jSvm_AIAclMJQ-_cuCf5WOB0HDIEDOHB7dxav74W0m74koU6owKCFueoKcmUdZvBv4AMa4InS_DmlWmXUTj2yUIn0JGWA6MFBeIA9rV8w/w399-h400/30710796_2374726609219969_703801276496419353_n.jpg" width="399" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">This is us and our Grands, Deena and Trent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-79745292574793260982022-06-24T15:23:00.004-07:002022-06-29T21:27:20.349-07:00My First Crochet Hook<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My First Crochet Hook</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Helen Bootes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was back in the 40's,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was eleven that year.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">There were 10 of us kids</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">and money was dear.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I visited our neighbor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">just crocheting away.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I watched her for hours</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Not a word did I say.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">All the while I thought,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I could do that too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'll go home and tell Don,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">He'll know what to do</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Don was our big brother,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">And it was quick to see,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When he said "Just calm down.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">And explain it to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I need a crochet hook</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It should be this long, Don,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">With a hook on the end</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So the yarn will stay on.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Later he came back</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">With that I-made-it look,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I knew in an instant</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I had my first crochet hook.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">He had taken a twig,</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Smoothed it with a file,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">just right for my hand.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Now many years have passed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">And I crochet with pride.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Knowing how I got started,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">There's a warm feeling inside.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So thanks to my brother,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Cause I know what it took.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Now nothing can replace</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">My first crochet hook.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnz4Nh-E0i49PLd5n41tcUDbZNhLwLqf5DcVluQsCK30B4jCiq4DTQssiQLE-D9HJN9R0n2NenhZJ_KPMd5yPdObMwS4y981arWK7TUbLpqK5Meu5EMjhetgL24aIXXJEUL4NIctMXuDkNPACPKFzIzsutsPSXGxYcUm_2R5N2Q55eGwmWObt2agglw/s4032/PXL_20220624_222712627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnz4Nh-E0i49PLd5n41tcUDbZNhLwLqf5DcVluQsCK30B4jCiq4DTQssiQLE-D9HJN9R0n2NenhZJ_KPMd5yPdObMwS4y981arWK7TUbLpqK5Meu5EMjhetgL24aIXXJEUL4NIctMXuDkNPACPKFzIzsutsPSXGxYcUm_2R5N2Q55eGwmWObt2agglw/w300-h400/PXL_20220624_222712627.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-48808393695674632122022-06-21T18:33:00.000-07:002022-06-21T18:33:29.649-07:00Brighter Days Here<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfSs-2jK4A9DYHnPU786R2d7fpaMFePvy4HYGUyZQwDp_h_OpK8p1KkUvhxlhyz71SYP-IoYbTB3_SrQncZaRqnuWpCv0HbTvvDUNJqOKwuDYBYtIgiac9p9Cua8-nO681Py_HDfZPD8w7w_5T5T0FilJNZNIUz2s_h1RSy0Hlmy5RclF8FZ6XFbUyg/s3264/PXL_20220621_202449420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfSs-2jK4A9DYHnPU786R2d7fpaMFePvy4HYGUyZQwDp_h_OpK8p1KkUvhxlhyz71SYP-IoYbTB3_SrQncZaRqnuWpCv0HbTvvDUNJqOKwuDYBYtIgiac9p9Cua8-nO681Py_HDfZPD8w7w_5T5T0FilJNZNIUz2s_h1RSy0Hlmy5RclF8FZ6XFbUyg/w300-h400/PXL_20220621_202449420.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was at the beauty salon, just</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">got a haircut and a fix.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had lost my desire for food and couldn't even force it down. It was because of a green pill I had been taking for years. My doctor told me to stop the pill and I will regain my desire for food again in 7 to 10 days. It was a pill to help me sleep. When I was younger my body could tolerate it, but now that I am old, elderly, over the hill, and ready to bail out, the pill made me sick. I went through the dry heaves and sick feeling and couldn't even force anything down. It was terrible. Finally today I am beginning to eat again. I still can't eat bread because it has an overly sweet taste I can't tolerate. But I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I lost a size in clothing. Now that I am on a roll I will continue to lose weight. I will not gain that weight back. I had always been able to control my diet but somehow I just gave up and gained a ton. Goodbye fat and good riddance. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I looked much better in the mirror than I do in this picture.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is a sickening post, but it's the best I can do.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Till Next Time! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76zw7y1lnt2MTKU_csQp3Bfn2gva0vKUOpD1-nwngyUpTIh2T94jAxqDuj2XYJYIVuFEvWm_ttb5atj-ZjRn9lVqjo6o0crqMkY9i-VXuLyYNmVtRHtcrI_58mozXpPdVVah9q6nK8UHIKKk5MsZr2tEgmjwlVFwwO2K8pFYY6e60biqY84otAqmAPQ/s4032/PXL_20220621_210203789.MP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76zw7y1lnt2MTKU_csQp3Bfn2gva0vKUOpD1-nwngyUpTIh2T94jAxqDuj2XYJYIVuFEvWm_ttb5atj-ZjRn9lVqjo6o0crqMkY9i-VXuLyYNmVtRHtcrI_58mozXpPdVVah9q6nK8UHIKKk5MsZr2tEgmjwlVFwwO2K8pFYY6e60biqY84otAqmAPQ/w299-h399/PXL_20220621_210203789.MP.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">This is Chris and Robin, the hairdresser.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-57147113019618985772022-06-18T15:01:00.004-07:002022-06-29T21:30:58.013-07:00History<span style="font-size: large;"><br />I have been sick. Test runs and Dr. visit indicates some side effects from a med I have been on for years could be the cause of it. Stop the med and wait for 7 to 10 days. It has only been a couple days and I already see some improvement. It's a wait and see game. I haven't been able to enjoy eating for some time. Food was tasting bad. Now, I am trying to drink lots of water. My daughter and her side kick, Karen and Dennis were here from Tacoma and helped me so much with everything. I can't thank them enough for all their help. They headed back over the mountain awhile ago. </span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">We had fun going through some of my boxes that I have saved things forever. This picture is one of the things we found, a picture of me and a friend from about 1947.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOj8yZFtrWvGQG79RzZqiTnKyjIBXli4IVuF-VgeO0Poulb0ttNmGA-oTD3_SOyQTlsH0em7-kDKoGgA9oQhFyXNJxfLg5D9fBEWpGAYuhE4EwZGU48dw0ditvk8mmhVhmBrL_Uvi6gSdslvBjwVBAHTvaIyrjtuo7MJrBVm20yoGQjG2YOqphJb3Elg/s2048/Me%20and%20Mary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOj8yZFtrWvGQG79RzZqiTnKyjIBXli4IVuF-VgeO0Poulb0ttNmGA-oTD3_SOyQTlsH0em7-kDKoGgA9oQhFyXNJxfLg5D9fBEWpGAYuhE4EwZGU48dw0ditvk8mmhVhmBrL_Uvi6gSdslvBjwVBAHTvaIyrjtuo7MJrBVm20yoGQjG2YOqphJb3Elg/w300-h400/Me%20and%20Mary.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Yours truly and Mary Takach</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Till next time!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-41309691262643506922022-06-16T14:32:00.001-07:002022-06-16T14:38:24.846-07:00The Pill<br /><span style="font-size: large;">I have been feeling like something the dogs dragged home. Yucky feeling, can't eat because everything tastes disgusting. I had a bunch of blood work done which was awful because they couldn't find a vein so it was both arms and both hands and three nurses before they found a vein they could get blood from. Today I finally saw the Dr. about the problem. He found that I am taking a med to help me sleep and have been taking it for years. That pill is the root of my problem, it has the very same side effects as I have symptoms. So stop the pill today and </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">I should be back to my normal self within 7 to 10 days. It takes that long to get it out of my system. The reason it just now is causing all these problems is that I am 93 years old and my body is unable to tolerate things as it did when younger. Simple as that! Praise the Lord and pass the tacos!!!</span><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAyLmSk4C0aZbpYdj2ylOd753upaH_I5NBdwNKdvDkE9DQzsEJxW6pN37kKI5QVcRx2FEdGjueygBgbv4FphhHBDRh_bwMgGPcLD6nx9NsBObIMHqEbztNu4_cmTUBX24SPffQSVXhuD9fz6sRrZWyVAqO_uCzZpb6wLrHO6tvzNJaEwBLEIvp3njZQ/s2048/80447778_3874169089275706_8962121206442491904_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAyLmSk4C0aZbpYdj2ylOd753upaH_I5NBdwNKdvDkE9DQzsEJxW6pN37kKI5QVcRx2FEdGjueygBgbv4FphhHBDRh_bwMgGPcLD6nx9NsBObIMHqEbztNu4_cmTUBX24SPffQSVXhuD9fz6sRrZWyVAqO_uCzZpb6wLrHO6tvzNJaEwBLEIvp3njZQ/w480-h640/80447778_3874169089275706_8962121206442491904_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">We were a happy family then.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Men used to think it was cool to have a cigarette sticking </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">out of their mouth.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">I apologize for the different print sizes but I can't seem to correct it so I give up.</div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-13423073616550690042022-06-12T07:23:00.000-07:002022-06-12T07:23:37.073-07:00My World<br /><span style="font-size: large;">Another day and the world moves on. I'm still lightheaded and not feeling so great. I have tests and Dr appts coming up. It's 6 AM and the sun is out doing its thing. I have nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs and cruise the Internet. </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Spring has sprung</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The sun has ris</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wonder where</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> the little flowers is.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">(A Chris quote)</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have lost my eating enjoyment. Everything tastes terrible and oversweet. The doctor wants me to drink at least two cans of Ensure per day. So I just had my first can of the day. Someone said to add a dip of ice cream and it will go down easier. So I just did that and it was not bad at all. I had the Liquid Ensure which is berry or part berry juice. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sassy, the cat, doesn't have a regular bed. I had one for her but she wouldn't get in it so I gave it away. She finds different places to sleep such as a chair. I have discovered that if I caress and talk to her and carry on like she is really special she will go curl up in a chair and sleep for hours. I have always preferred dogs but somehow ended up with a cat. Till next time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-i6BAbBeGqVtZ_4zJG9w-9XvNx7ZcAwb1-ohWp-XQZkH5DTJgt7Va7jIfF58XlCPi8GAAlEG3HMxw5grShow50zglksRKYymaSO_WxlkQGAQPDt3RfnPRMnav6CX8xnPDhQcvwx_HG-yCkdZYG7g7XrlAMqR8dL1orY2xGiAuzvYOdalw1e4cYXkNQ/s620/3c4ca70aa05888e0a7b0b7d34e0609fc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="620" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-i6BAbBeGqVtZ_4zJG9w-9XvNx7ZcAwb1-ohWp-XQZkH5DTJgt7Va7jIfF58XlCPi8GAAlEG3HMxw5grShow50zglksRKYymaSO_WxlkQGAQPDt3RfnPRMnav6CX8xnPDhQcvwx_HG-yCkdZYG7g7XrlAMqR8dL1orY2xGiAuzvYOdalw1e4cYXkNQ/w404-h327/3c4ca70aa05888e0a7b0b7d34e0609fc.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-45089136713013696422022-06-10T11:50:00.000-07:002022-06-10T11:50:17.040-07:00Gloom and Doom<span style="font-size: large;">I am not feeling the greatest. I'm pretty sure I'm headed for kidney failure. I am under the care of a doctor. The medicine I am on is not helping any that I can see. I am dizzy and feel like I am going to pass out but so far I keep hanging on. I cannot eat. Food tastes terrible. I made a bowl of oatmeal presweetened, and just added a little milk and heated it. It was horrible, too sweet, I couldn't force it down. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;">I did drink a can of Ensure juice that Charlie gave me and it is staying down so far. Thanks, Charlie.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Life isn't always a bed of roses as almost everybody already knows from experience. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I have always been the pessimistic type, so maybe I will come bouncing out of this and be just fine. I have another appt with the medical folks next week.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Till next time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzikmAYw5cgfXzZlatuNJDlYkc_c9lGfKtoa27LrZ1JhADEnDGWaJDg0pudvkoNLBBvV70MRfS61f0Msf_znBoM7ZfypeWnE_3O8U3HD_62qxW6FS95Nn9P-nPXgjA8bKygi1vBqIYnG0Uo_JlW_xHGZV3o4Yrqrun0PNxhU-FYno3wK8VzwwoglSlw/s291/hcb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzikmAYw5cgfXzZlatuNJDlYkc_c9lGfKtoa27LrZ1JhADEnDGWaJDg0pudvkoNLBBvV70MRfS61f0Msf_znBoM7ZfypeWnE_3O8U3HD_62qxW6FS95Nn9P-nPXgjA8bKygi1vBqIYnG0Uo_JlW_xHGZV3o4Yrqrun0PNxhU-FYno3wK8VzwwoglSlw/w221-h320/hcb.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-37816293058046902792022-06-09T16:28:00.001-07:002022-06-10T05:06:31.887-07:00Gripes and Groans<br /><span style="font-size: large;">I have this problem, I can't eat anything. Everything tastes terrible. The test results show everything normal except the kidneys and I have low sodium and some infection so I am on meds for the infection which is supposed to fix the problem. I did my own research on the taste problem and it indicated a nasal polyp problem. I need polyps removed. I was able to get some soup down which I couldn't do before so maybe the medicine he gave me is going to work. I can only hope! The soup wasn't very tasty but I managed to get it in my stomach. He said if the kidneys stay as they are I will be okay. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;">Charley, my friend gave me a bunch of Ensure and some in the juice form. That one is not so bad, much easier to get down. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I know this is a gloomy post, but it's about my life and this is what is happening now. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">My little brother. Hollis called me from Snoqualmie. We discussed everything pretty thoroughly, including his new rocking shoes. I had never heard of them before. He has Arthritis in his feet and the shoes really help a lot.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Till next time!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnQhVl9y69ftgFqGE4E5BhVtFX9EKew30HIyLt8h8YClHSHSRqNl_sSlYC4drP87bdh5UtbpofXyHYfUhyDtfpBEPc5y9eanIr1WSsRjQmUUeEn9tv9rDzcIGpaIGV3KIKKHGsWs7s2ciedwOsMkydvtivqj_E60u-Rs1K2U6vp88B0YYmeTjwXqXcQ/s400/AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnQhVl9y69ftgFqGE4E5BhVtFX9EKew30HIyLt8h8YClHSHSRqNl_sSlYC4drP87bdh5UtbpofXyHYfUhyDtfpBEPc5y9eanIr1WSsRjQmUUeEn9tv9rDzcIGpaIGV3KIKKHGsWs7s2ciedwOsMkydvtivqj_E60u-Rs1K2U6vp88B0YYmeTjwXqXcQ/s320/AA.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-23276387600779517552022-06-07T20:16:00.000-07:002022-06-07T20:16:32.939-07:00Call a Spade a Spade<span style="font-size: large;">Call a Spade a Spade but of course, it's really a Shovel. Well, I have the Yukies and that means sick. I can no longer eat like regular folks do. My taste buds got up and took a hike. I could not stand the taste of anything, so I went to a Dr. and had all the tests done. The follow-up and test results will be available tomorrow at 3 PM. Getting blood out of me is next to impossible. It was finally taken out of the back of my hand. That blood pressure cuff is another punishment I don't deserve.</span><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hey, I was able to pee in a cup. Yea! for me. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I could have an infection lurking around in my body somewhere. We'll get to the bottom of this.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">In the meantime I must drink two cans of Ensure. Now, that stuff is good for you so shut up and drink it. At least 2 cans per day and more would be better. Well, not in my book, it wouldn't be better.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">To be continued:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGezMA5_MVdLFW3rSMv4Q_8xK-3k4qvK2BOMtlvN1ke-cBrA4cGz9OMnEjZ0MDnBT014mUCHEusXySnAzHuuJc8kjMJMAUMxz_vQKj2wGVxDC_mwa5g3nvD6sphdDnyTTzWR7a3zQpugqfCZaWs_hdSTb_7W0x144R9hzJ3badJoKij4MvRaW-Xdv56Q/s266/46146284_2786845174674775_4984901251767468032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="264" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGezMA5_MVdLFW3rSMv4Q_8xK-3k4qvK2BOMtlvN1ke-cBrA4cGz9OMnEjZ0MDnBT014mUCHEusXySnAzHuuJc8kjMJMAUMxz_vQKj2wGVxDC_mwa5g3nvD6sphdDnyTTzWR7a3zQpugqfCZaWs_hdSTb_7W0x144R9hzJ3badJoKij4MvRaW-Xdv56Q/w318-h320/46146284_2786845174674775_4984901251767468032_n.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-21801408798289661992022-06-01T17:15:00.000-07:002022-06-01T17:15:09.018-07:00<div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">I marvel at the people I watch on TV. They walk, run, jump, ride a bicycle, and dance as though they never had a pain in their life. It's hard to believe that I once could do those things as well. Now, it's grab the cane and go to the bathroom or the kitchen and I accepted the fact that I am no longer a young thing. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;">Now, I lost my appetite and last night I had the dry heaves, and sicker than I've been in a long time. Dr. Kenny diagnosed it as the regular Flu. I do not have Covid. I only had one line which means no covid.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I will recover.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I am so hungry so Kenny bought me some KFC and Fries. Because I love fries more than anything. Greasy fries is probably the very thing I should not eat, but it's the only thing that tastes good to me. Well, I am a lot of things, but I am not stupid so I am leaving the taters alone until I feel better.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Wish me a fast recovery!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">This is Dylan, my Great Grandson, and my Great Great Grandson. I never get to see him. His name is Matthew.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg704Bf7C8VEZ5LdBolIcfGnzcAYJfKqbeSIKYSstrmurKT-SWkIna748xLqCSCHqVSbqMhxUEua8EvqM4SyNBP9R84F1YQJGoQBDP5-sT5twDbwG9RkmoUcFzLNlKoqh4EIXfQxWkWVhowDUSvGG6O4-LRoYnqyhzzESkPmGRShDxFohe5GoQ4ZPup8Q/s1137/Dillmatt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1137" data-original-width="910" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg704Bf7C8VEZ5LdBolIcfGnzcAYJfKqbeSIKYSstrmurKT-SWkIna748xLqCSCHqVSbqMhxUEua8EvqM4SyNBP9R84F1YQJGoQBDP5-sT5twDbwG9RkmoUcFzLNlKoqh4EIXfQxWkWVhowDUSvGG6O4-LRoYnqyhzzESkPmGRShDxFohe5GoQ4ZPup8Q/w256-h320/Dillmatt.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-10425079708372696112022-05-27T18:56:00.017-07:002022-05-30T05:07:28.492-07:00Show A Little Respect<div><span style="font-size: large;">I have a comment to make regarding this post. I do not have a little Covid. I had one line and you need two lines to indicate Covid. I am happy it wasn't true. I still have the same symptoms but it isn't Covid.</span></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">When you are healthy as a horse you don't expect that to change so when it does it is devastating. At first, I thought it was side effects from the booster shot and a Shingles shot I had just received. I guess that didn't have anything to do with it. I feel total exhaustion and have no appetite. I just have to ride it out. A little Covid but with the shots and the booster I am going to make it. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;">Memorial Day is coming up. To me, it's just another day on the calendar. When I was a kid it was a nice holiday, we'd pick all the flowers in the yard and make bouquets or wreaths and make some picnic-type food and join all our church friends at the cemetery. The men would set up tables for the food. I remember people visiting the graves of their loved ones. It was a fun day. Life was calm in those days. Now we have to worry about sending our kids to school.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I have nothing to write about. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivk7cI9QN-drz3Fs9WiE6iIisx3oEH2B6ADoGA8hn5mmii0wP16fMh-4IyElVT102XpOpgXz8MJKQ2Q3QoCLYzQaD06neLUtdOgoqFAXIDEDrHhxFohShCrAne0lPkFQoNVaVoj3qGEq_6RDu0EPyT5NWd5aZa82c35YZii7CCpyRD_WergPASFmtgUg/s640/ATT00034.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="438" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivk7cI9QN-drz3Fs9WiE6iIisx3oEH2B6ADoGA8hn5mmii0wP16fMh-4IyElVT102XpOpgXz8MJKQ2Q3QoCLYzQaD06neLUtdOgoqFAXIDEDrHhxFohShCrAne0lPkFQoNVaVoj3qGEq_6RDu0EPyT5NWd5aZa82c35YZii7CCpyRD_WergPASFmtgUg/w274-h400/ATT00034.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-50155696651679333652022-05-20T15:13:00.000-07:002022-05-20T15:13:32.133-07:00The Tree<span style="font-size: large;">Once upon a long time ago, I found a very young tree growing out of the ground next to the end of the house. I didn't want a tree there so I cut it down and dug the roots out. Well, the tree had other plans so it grew right back so I cut it down again and dug even more roots out. That ought to do it, I thought. I am hungry so excuse me while I go find something to eat. Okay?</span><div><span style="font-size: large;">I had a Marie Callender cheesy chicken &Bacon pot pie. It was very good and I have half leftover for later or another day. Well, back to the </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">determined tree, I bought a 5 pound bag of salt and dug the tree hole out again and even deeper and poured the salt in. Bingo! the tree never returned.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It's almost time for Dr. Phil. Please excuse me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpVeK5dfmxeXnikNjiegiH7IQFSV4bHFZJH0jTlZ_Y2jKZs5C8jbjX0_87CwTGOzPCIIF4dCB74PXh2-mJ97eiVHbd7zMYkyBNuFn0VtTNqiQrBf2gCtkOqQ9X4BL8PIFdwg0AF6YHFtnuq9gOllQBqn8P1sj9IbvC__a4cZ0vm9iRuAT1OZqAY4oCQ/s4032/PXL_20220520_183522438.MP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpVeK5dfmxeXnikNjiegiH7IQFSV4bHFZJH0jTlZ_Y2jKZs5C8jbjX0_87CwTGOzPCIIF4dCB74PXh2-mJ97eiVHbd7zMYkyBNuFn0VtTNqiQrBf2gCtkOqQ9X4BL8PIFdwg0AF6YHFtnuq9gOllQBqn8P1sj9IbvC__a4cZ0vm9iRuAT1OZqAY4oCQ/s320/PXL_20220520_183522438.MP.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">My African Violet.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-37072594305537797652022-05-10T17:49:00.010-07:002022-05-11T20:23:13.152-07:00My Lifetime Secret<span style="font-size: large;">When I was about 15 years old I was on the sidewalk on my way home from shopping. Not really shopping because I probably didn't have a dime. We lived close enough to the shopping area to walk there. I met a school friend and after our so-called shopping trip we parted ways and she went to her home and I went to mine. I met a man coming from the opposite way and he stopped me to tell me he owns a clothing store and he was going to go out of business and had some clothing he would give me. Well, being 15 and dumb as a rock I bought it hook line, and sinker. The store was just about a half-block away so I eagerly awaited the free garments I was about to receive. When we arrived at the store he had to unlock the door but I was clueless and walked right in and he locked the door. It was only seconds until he was telling me to take off my clothes so I could try on a dress. Well, my light bulb finally came on loud and bright. Then he started trying to take them off. I flew into a rage I started screaming as loud as I could and kicking and hitting him and then I must have said the magic words, "You just wait until I tell my Dad about this". He immediately stopped and walked to the door and unlocked it. I'll bet he locked up that place and went on a vacation. </span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have never told a living soul about that event because I didn't want anyone to know how gullible and dumb I was. Now I'm on here telling the whole world about it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8iz5x9DucNs75ELfEkf-1kO_8eVVLr4UIsQaSYmqaUkaa9UfYN2XfWxMYH6URnHfqz7chRwbVRwhvzc1Ga3y8hXEeu514CbXyEtJSEI_BgutAmPwCnVu4mGVd8uHbDFUKWZOYyNg96zfIBW2ccGAc3SLiDedvUrbTG9BuMdtTO_ed7WTJcvnGmNedA/s4032/PXL_20220508_225026694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8iz5x9DucNs75ELfEkf-1kO_8eVVLr4UIsQaSYmqaUkaa9UfYN2XfWxMYH6URnHfqz7chRwbVRwhvzc1Ga3y8hXEeu514CbXyEtJSEI_BgutAmPwCnVu4mGVd8uHbDFUKWZOYyNg96zfIBW2ccGAc3SLiDedvUrbTG9BuMdtTO_ed7WTJcvnGmNedA/w300-h400/PXL_20220508_225026694.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-68511765246929904242022-05-07T19:35:00.000-07:002022-05-07T19:35:51.956-07:00Chair Sitter<span style="font-size: large;">I may win the title of Best Chair Sitter award in 2022. I once had a beautiful view of the sun rising from my East window, but that all changed when an extension was built to the Highschool. It blocked my view but then I had a view of the school, just maybe some of that education will climb into my window. One time the person that lived there had someone trim the tree and I struck up a conversation with him and he told me he trimmed it in such a way that the limbs will never touch my shed. </span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I have a lumpy backyard. I can no longer take care of the outside pots or anything so it gets neglected. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQWVijCN7tGB5QFzmVBUDvyt4xg8uo4CeQMUQFR84ilgE-OWxbKKzsqUM81By-Y1lQvaqj2kHDBKl8tRWu0AktIRX1t5TC-WqioUjEK7Hp5W14_a6veCOvVSj1dvLHToORyiRJxy5e19b-kHLIYwUTue301WBKdkBxKQPUA6zq93VlYr2gIvqseolSg/s4032/PXL_20220508_020952381.MP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQWVijCN7tGB5QFzmVBUDvyt4xg8uo4CeQMUQFR84ilgE-OWxbKKzsqUM81By-Y1lQvaqj2kHDBKl8tRWu0AktIRX1t5TC-WqioUjEK7Hp5W14_a6veCOvVSj1dvLHToORyiRJxy5e19b-kHLIYwUTue301WBKdkBxKQPUA6zq93VlYr2gIvqseolSg/w300-h400/PXL_20220508_020952381.MP.jpg" width="300" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-26913538386814249932022-05-03T21:33:00.000-07:002022-05-03T21:33:03.173-07:00Sweet Tooth<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="" dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc dati1w0a e5nlhep0" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_22h" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 4px 16px;"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto" style="color: var(--primary-text); display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good night Nurse! My sweet tooth kicked in and I had no goodies but I had a cake mix. Well, how hard can that be, I said to myself. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">I finally got it all on the table. box cake mix, 3 eggs, 1/3 cup cooking oil, 1 cup water. Well, I haven't used that Kitchen Aid Mixer for a long time, I better wash that bowl and beaters. Finally, I got it in the bowl and ready to beat and the mixer will not work, it comes on, and the beaters will not turn. I pleaded and I prayed but not going to work. I decide to beat it with the hand mixer. Where is the hand mixer? It has to be in the pantry but I am half-blind and I could not find it. Now I'm tired I just want to sit. but I have to get this mess finished. I beat the mix like in the olden days .with my arm. It probably lasted for 30 seconds. I baked it and it turned out fine. I happened to have a can of frosting that was still good. I threw one can away that was too far over the hill. Anyway, that is how I spent my evening. It's not nearly as good as I was expecting.</span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="stjgntxs ni8dbmo4 l82x9zwi uo3d90p7 h905i5nu monazrh9" data-visualcompletion="ignore-dynamic" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 8px 8px; font-family: inherit; overflow: hidden;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="tvfksri0 ozuftl9m jmbispl3 olo4ujb6" style="border-top: 1px solid var(--divider); font-family: inherit; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-top: 12px;"><div class="rq0escxv l9j0dhe7 du4w35lb j83agx80 pfnyh3mw i1fnvgqd gs1a9yip owycx6da btwxx1t3 ph5uu5jm b3onmgus e5nlhep0 ecm0bbzt nkwizq5d roh60bw9 mysgfdmx hddg9phg" style="align-items: stretch; box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; flex-flow: row nowrap; flex-shrink: 0; font-family: inherit; justify-content: space-between; margin: -6px -2px; padding: 4px; position: relative; z-index: 0;"><div class="rq0escxv l9j0dhe7 du4w35lb j83agx80 cbu4d94t d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz rj1gh0hx buofh1pr g5gj957u n8tt0mok hyh9befq iuny7tx3 ipjc6fyt" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; flex-direction: column; flex: 1 1 0px; font-family: inherit; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; padding: 6px 2px; position: relative; z-index: 0;"><div aria-label="Send this to friends or post it on your timeline." class="oajrlxb2 gs1a9yip g5ia77u1 mtkw9kbi tlpljxtp qensuy8j ppp5ayq2 goun2846 ccm00jje s44p3ltw mk2mc5f4 rt8b4zig n8ej3o3l agehan2d sk4xxmp2 rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 mg4g778l pfnyh3mw p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x tgvbjcpo hpfvmrgz jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso l9j0dhe7 i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of du4w35lb n00je7tq arfg74bv qs9ysxi8 k77z8yql pq6dq46d btwxx1t3 abiwlrkh p8dawk7l lzcic4wl" role="button" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; align-items: stretch; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-color: var(--always-dark-overlay); border-left-color: var(--always-dark-overlay); border-radius: inherit; border-right-color: var(--always-dark-overlay); border-style: solid; border-top-color: var(--always-dark-overlay); border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline-flex; flex-basis: auto; flex-direction: row; flex-shrink: 0; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-align: inherit; touch-action: manipulation; user-select: none; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><div class="n00je7tq arfg74bv qs9ysxi8 k77z8yql i09qtzwb n7fi1qx3 b5wmifdl hzruof5a pmk7jnqg j9ispegn kr520xx4 c5ndavph art1omkt ot9fgl3s" data-visualcompletion="ignore" style="border-radius: 4px; font-family: inherit; inset: 0px; opacity: 0; pointer-events: none; position: absolute; transition-duration: var(--fds-duration-extra-extra-short-out); transition-property: opacity; transition-timing-function: var(--fds-animation-fade-out);"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="cwj9ozl2 tvmbv18p" style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 4px;"></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-49376658351955399652022-05-03T18:50:00.000-07:002022-05-03T18:50:59.624-07:00Lazy Daze<br /><span style="font-size: large;">When you enter into the Senior years and I don't mean school, you can expect numerous problems. You may outlive your memory which seems to be what I have done. I can remember something that happened 80 years ago but forget what time of the day it is. Sometime this morning I went to sleep and woke up this afternoon. If you're sleepy, sleep. I have nothing better to do. I don't enjoy reading anymore. I forget what happened in the last chapter. It's the same with movies. My brain doesn't move fast enough to keep up with the story. I know it doesn't happen to everyone but it's where I am. <br /></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUTlta45afty1Ena7O8DBpx1NWGwXFncaTi7kqg78wC0pnNiGFHRHb9wzDHlgoISstkdpyDOj0qnXHQoJsi8lzHnUqs-hQT-rQBkp2UMFcSWkHN6jjMLDa19TrXb-Uf2NDuZ38bh_Zo-GKExTzw9Feu2kpFaV2ZIsiiPMbhXJwgEFJ0cDT8vKX9vIJw/s581/cartoon-of-surprised-old-lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="561" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUTlta45afty1Ena7O8DBpx1NWGwXFncaTi7kqg78wC0pnNiGFHRHb9wzDHlgoISstkdpyDOj0qnXHQoJsi8lzHnUqs-hQT-rQBkp2UMFcSWkHN6jjMLDa19TrXb-Uf2NDuZ38bh_Zo-GKExTzw9Feu2kpFaV2ZIsiiPMbhXJwgEFJ0cDT8vKX9vIJw/w309-h320/cartoon-of-surprised-old-lady.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I just thought I'd touch base and let you know I'm still hanging on. My favorite entertainment is YouTube. I can't get YouTube on my TV. so I watch it on my laptop. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Till next time.....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721619349871522126.post-31462209445796380312022-04-21T17:09:00.000-07:002022-04-21T17:09:01.841-07:00Moving On<span style="font-size: large;">About all I accomplish is keeping my chair warm. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;">Today my neighbor lady AKA Polly, came over and put a ziplock bag on my coffee table. She said it is for my batteries. I asked if she meant the used batteries and she said, "No, it is for the new batteries because they will last a lot longer if they are kept in this bag". I didn't say anything but they are already guaranteed to last for ten years. I don't know if it's a guarantee or not but they should last that long. I'm 93 so I really don't give a rat's rear whether they last that long or not.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe it could be added to my Obituary that among my survivors I leave a package of Double A batteries.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Imagine this, it's 5 PM and the sun is still out. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Watching the school busses drive by is about as exciting as it gets around here.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifad0yFy0oi831Mjqj1sDVGBOdfGXqgiZSbNKZ6etCNTQDEH0MzkUgrjtlefOng5QVJsBkVl-WpUBrqZMSmNE9kqjCI0F4bqhQXY5dBuTy5CeT1BnvvMK66bl1ZTIsOCsnf1PkPfhS7PIfa3PREYPHjxcB1Ooa86IXgv8hIEHaDyvkLBp-RYvnbLTqSw/s2400/95e365705c7a7b977b74a182f89c7ca9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="2400" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifad0yFy0oi831Mjqj1sDVGBOdfGXqgiZSbNKZ6etCNTQDEH0MzkUgrjtlefOng5QVJsBkVl-WpUBrqZMSmNE9kqjCI0F4bqhQXY5dBuTy5CeT1BnvvMK66bl1ZTIsOCsnf1PkPfhS7PIfa3PREYPHjxcB1Ooa86IXgv8hIEHaDyvkLBp-RYvnbLTqSw/w320-h179/95e365705c7a7b977b74a182f89c7ca9.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "pub-8862164337402697";
google_ad_width = 468;
google_ad_height = 60;
google_ad_format = "468x60_as";
google_ad_type = "text_image";
google_ad_channel = "";
//-->
</script>
<script type="text/javascript"
src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
</script></div>Lorrenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917125800720202936noreply@blogger.com0