Remember the Five and Dime

Back on the farm in the 1940’s life was a little different than it is today. Nobody complained about the high cost of anything. Because it didn’t matter if you didn’t have any money anyway. In my youth we had stores called Dime Stores. They sold just about everything you can think of. A little something like a Dollar Store, only much nicer.

They had a candy counter with all kinds of candy behind a glass case. They had a counter with a soda fountain that served five and ten-cent hamburger’s. The deluxe burger was ten cents. The stores had names such as Newberrys , Ben Franklin’s or Woolworth’s. There was always a rack with comic books, and a kid or two sitting on the floor reading them. They sold jewelry and trinkets of all kinds. You could buy anything for your house or your car with the one store shopping.
I remember buying my mother a Mother’s day gift. It was a dainty white handkerchief with the word "Mother" embroidered in pink in one corner. It cost fifteen cents, but it was for my mother so it was worth it. Everything in the store was neat and clean. Clerks worked constantly trying to keep things in order.
Now we have the Dollar Store with everything from soup to nut’s, but nothing seems to be in order. However, some seem to be better organized than others. I have also observed that people are not as careful to put things back where they found it. I think sometimes if they decide they don't want it, they just drop it on the floor. You soon learn to watch where you're stepping in a dollar store. I guess dime stores have been around for many years. I'm sure many of you will remember them as well.

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It's Hard to Believe

The news is so bazaar these days, you swear they must have made it up.

Richmond, California (CNN) --
Investigators say as many as 20 people were involved in or stood and watched the gang rape of a 15-year-old girl outside a California high school homecoming dance Saturday night.

Could there possible be that many perverted brain dead people in one gathering? It’s hard to believe.

University of Nevada students asleep when motorist drove into home around 4 a.m.
Authorities say the motorist was drunk when he drove into the couple's home in Sparks, mistakenly believing it was the home of his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend.

He evidently was bright enough to pass a test and get a driver’s licenses. It’s hard to believe.

Pilots of wayward jet lose licenses
Washington (CNN) -- The Federal Aviation Administration revoked the licenses of two Northwest Airlines pilots Tuesday in an extraordinary letter in which the agency chastised the pair, saying they endangered the public by flying an hour and half without contacting controllers "while you were on a frolic of your own."

They overshot the airport by an hour and a half. I think they fell asleep. It’s hard not to believe.

34 people died in last month's tsunami that smashed into American Samoa
Public records show that the Department of Homeland Security had awarded millions of federal dollars in grants for disaster preparedness here, including the construction of an island-wide siren warning system. But all the federal funding was frozen in early 2007 after DHS inspectors found that the local American Samoan government had been diverting millions of those dollars for its own uses.

With all the corruption that goes on these days, that one is not hard to believe at all.

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Happy Birthday Katie

Happy Birthday Katie

Katie is my number 5 Granddaughter

***Here she is in her little blue bug ***

October 25th is the day
***She will celebrate***

***And here she is with her little sister and mother ******A couple years ago***

No Maple Bars

What do you mean, no maple bars ?

We have a new Wal-Mart store in our city. It’s only a few blocks from my home.
I sure love that idea. The old one is several miles away. I thought I would not rush out there the day the store opened because I pictured it being so crowded I would not enjoy it much. After a few days I decided to venture out that way. I walk into the place and my chin dropped to the floor and my eyes bugged out and I just stood there trying to take it all in. Everybody in this town could go at the same time and the store would still not be crowded. I think that store is bigger than our entire mall. You only run into a clerk about every five miles. I wanted to know where the hair products were and when I finally found a clerk, she didn’t know for sure, but told me where she thought they were. It turned out she was right. I’ll take my binoculars the next time I go out there. I somehow ran across the bakery dept. Funny, how that always happens. I wanted one maple bar. It’s my only fault, I’m addicted to them. Here I am in a store half as big as Texas and they didn’t have one single maple bar. They had a box with a dozen, but I only wanted one. They had a tray of maple bars, but somebody had put chocolate frosting on them. That is what they do at the other Wal-Mart store. What’s the matter with those Wal-Mart people, you do not put chocolate on maple bars. Put your chocolate on round donuts. I asked a clerk if they had some hidden in the back and she thought they did, but when she came back she said they didn’t have any.
I shall return another day.

Peachy Keen In Vehicle Heaven

Car maintenance must be a "man" thing. I positively hate putting gas in the car. I had to gas up my new Van. When I say new, I mean, new to me. It’s 19 years old, and I guess you know that is ancient for a car. I think sometimes that I am building a car from the ground up. First it needed new brakes, then it needed a new battery. Yesterday I had four new tires put on it. When I paid for the tires I was informed that it needs a new CV Joint. That will be to the tune of $191. 00. That is unless I can find a shade tree mechanic. He might do it for less. When I put gas in it that day, I swiped my debit card and then I swiped my Albertson’s card because I was getting 20 cents off the gallon with the card. It told me the card was invalid. I almost blew a fuse right on the spot. I cancelled the transaction and started over, as though that would solve something. It did the same thing of course so I had to go to the customer service window and the girl came out to show me how to do it. When the card says, "invalid card" it means look to the far right and there will be a light blinking, scan your card under the light. Tunnel vision can be a serious problem. I felt better about it when another woman came from the customer window and said, "I can’t figure these things out either". It gobbled up $38.00 worth of gas, even with the discount. To top all this off the bank charged me $1.00 twice for swiping the card two times. Anyway, I guess that is why they charged me twice.
Other than that everything is peachy keen.

Another Day in the Wild West

Now that I have a new chair, I thought I would sell my old one. Anybody interested? Just kidding of course, and if you would like to know why somebody went to the trouble, visit this web site .
Fall has fallen on us and it makes me think of Chili so I decided to make some. I hate to make anything that calls for chopped onions. I always get so emotional when I chop onions. I just can't help it, I cry all the way though the process. Yes, I have a food processor, but they need to be chopped a little before they fit into it. Anyway, the Chili didn't taste much like Chili, but it's pretty good anyway. I hate cooking.
I had to get the dreaded blood draw this week and it was the same old dance. The needle goes into the arm and they didn't strike blood so it ends up in the back of the hand. I am not blaming the nurse, I know my veins are hard to find or they just disappear all together.

I like this cool weather for a change.

A New Lease on Life

Life has just taken on new meaning. Just when I thought there was nothing more to live for I became the surprised owner of a new recliner. It almost materialized out of thin air. One day I woke up out of a restless nap in a recliner that refuses to recline anymore and heard a sound outside. When I looked outside a delivery truck had backed into my driveway and before my very eyes a vision appeared. It was a vision of a large blue recliner. Wait! It’s not a vision, it’s the real McCoy. A real honest to goodness recliner that not only reclines, but it lifts you up and dumps you out. Now, what more could I possible want to live for. This chair has brains. If you desire a nap, just press the button and you are in a reclining position. If you want out of the chair you press a button and it stands you on your feet. I remember back when I was employed, I worked in and office and this was the era before computers. When the telephone rang it usually meant you would soon be on your feet and across the room looking in a filing cabinet. One day I remember telling a co-worker that I wished I had one of those chairs that would lift me up and out. Now my wish has come true. The credit goes to Kenny and Chris. Now, I have a car to drive and a chair to sit in, and an oven door with a handle. What more could I ask for.

I guess I should explain about the oven door. I had blogged before about the handle falling off of my oven door and I thought it was unfixable. Kenny glued it back on with JD Weld (JD Weld is not a person, but a glue) and I can tell you that it is not going to fall off again in my lifetime. Spellcheck tells me that unfixable is not a word. Maybe they don't know what it means, but I'll bet you do.