A Look at the Grandkids

I have not been very active with the blog lately.  I am blogged out. I have a couple pictures of the Great Grandkids, and that is all for now.

This is Shelby and big sister, Leah.

Chloe

Shelby

Leah and her Christmas doll.

Chloe

Leah

Shelby

Chloe

Chloe

Chloe

 

 

 

 

 

Halloween time for Chloe and her Mommy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Same Drill Different Year

The old bundle deal. I am so tired of the game. You can get their internet hookup which is so smashing fast, it is fast, and the free long distance phone and 900 TV stations all for one low price for a solid year. No fuss no muss, just sign up today because this offer will not last. Go ahead, and sign up. I don’t think you can get one without the other. If you do it will cost more than your arm and leg so you sign up. You get the bill and it varies each month. Sometimes they just nudge it up a few dollars with no exclamation what so ever. If you call and ask, they tell you it's because the taxes vary. Why should taxes vary?
 I finally decided to just accept it and life was moving along at the usual jet pace. One day I received an E-bill from these speed demons. My year was up so they jumped the price up 40 dollars. This calls for action and I don’t mean phone action. This calls for up close and personal action. So I loaded myself in the car and paid a friendly visit to this place. She told me that they have another ‘Special’ going on and she can get me into that. She quoted a price that was ten dollars less per month than I am paying now. I said, "Good deal Lucille, sign me up!" I was standing there humming a happy tune while she was clicking away on her keyboard. She looked up at me and said, "You do realize this is before taxes, don’t you?"
Well, that took care of the happy tune because this is the most, taxed to the max, state in the union. We even pay tax on tax. If they need money for something, the tax goes up some more. "How much will that be?" I asked. She did some more clicking on her keyboard and came back with a figure that is ten dollars more than I am now paying. It’s a game, I tell you. A GAME. First they make you think they are raising your price 40 dollars and then after all the wheeling and dealing they make you think you are getting an even less price than you were paying before. Now that they have you in this calm submissive state they spring the truth on you. It’s just like Cesar Milan training a dog. I’m going to start calling them "The Internet Whisperer". By the way, what ever happened to Cesar? 

The above is something I posted in 2010. It’s a rerun, but the game is still going on. I just called again the other day, and they no longer offer basic TV. It’s now expanded basic or nothing. They have no concern for the lower income folks who would be happy to get ten channels instead of 900 or so. The other companies do the same thing, they offer you the moon until they get you hooked, and the offers keep going off until they have you up to the max. I used to jump from one to the other trying to keep ahead of them, but I got tired of having new holes drilled in my walls, and fourteen disc nailed to the top of the house. They can never use the one that is already up there. Most of us keep a landline and a cell phone. 

 About the only calls I get on the landline are telemarketers. I can’t seem to bring myself to get rid of it.  I am on the do not call list, but they still call. I very seldom answer it. The mailbox these days is mainly for ads, and other junk, but it is a good thing when you order something.

Is It Time?

I have a defective memory so I jot down everything I think I will forget, but I have no organization system for my reminder notes.   I have notes written on everything. I find notes that make no sense. For instance I found this “only the hens will come” what am I referring to and why would I need my memory jolted?  Or is it the name of a book?

Sometimes it’s a recipe with no title. 1 gallon white vinegar. ½ cup salt, 1/3 TBSP dish soap (any brand). That’s it. What is it for?

I decided to make a folder in my documents for important reminders and other important information and I was trying to decide what to name it, and noticed I already had a folder named ‘Notes’ so I opened it to see what was in it. It had the following.

                 How to restore and save your home page

                Put the url in and press enter. Or find it in history.

                When you get it on the screen go to top left

                And look for tools. Click and find options. Click. 

                Choose General tab,

                 From there you can see what to do, if you can’t figure

                 it out, you are beyond help.

                     Sell computer. 

                                          

 I just called my son the other day to ask for the 100th time how to save the homepage.

Do you think it’s time to sell?

I can't remember.

Fourth Birthday Party

Chloe 4th Birthday Party

Chloe with her Mommie and Daddy

Aunt Emily and Shelby(Chloe's cousin)

Molly, Shelby and Emily  (Molly is Shelby's mother)

Shelby and Aunt Emily

Yvonne(Chloe's Grandma H), Molly, Cora and other guest

Leah and Chloe

Chloe, friend, cousins, and great grandma (me)

 

Molly, Leah and Shelby taken a few months ago.

 

Shelby

The party was at the park and it was a beautiful day except for the wind. It was so bad we couldn't have the candle blowing part. We had fun. The food was delicious, and the cake was lip-smacking scrumptious.

Falsified World

We live in a falsified world. It seems that everyone is trying to cheat someone. Go grocery shopping, and you will see that not only have the prices risen, the can or box look the same, but it’s smaller and has less ounces than their original version had.

Coffee cans have the side caved in so it will hold less. A toilet tissue roll is narrower. One time I bought tomatoes from a fruit stand, and there was a sign over the top that said “Local Tomatoes” when I got home I discovered one of the tomatoes had a little sticker that said California. This is Washington State. I suppose once he put them in the stand they were local.

Pepsi or Coke is on sale. You need to buy four or you pay regular price. The next sale they have the stipulation that you can only buy one at this sale price. It’s a game, and the coach is out to lunch.

Online shopping is very convenient, but once you order from a business they have your email address so they can send you all their ads with the deceiving promises.  Half price it says, but you have to buy two so you get one for free. Otherwise it is not half price. I only want one. Or Free Shipping, but when you look further you are required to buy seventy five dollar amount or the shipping is not free. Who do they think I am? Oprah!

Appliances formerly would last forty or fifty years, and now they last ten or twelve years if you’re lucky. My hot water heater had a six year warranty and went bonkers in seven years.

We think our Sport figures are just fabulous because they outdo everyone else. Then we find that they have been taking a secret drug of some kind to enhance their performance.

Or they weren’t really singing the National Anthem, they were lip syncing. Then we hear, “oh no they didn’t and oh yes they did for six months.”  A beautiful lady wins the Miss America contest, and then you hear, “She is not even American, she is from India.” Just shut up for once. Why should you care where she came from? She is American now or she could not have entered the contest. It turns out she was born in America.

This is all the stupid deceptive things I can think of right now. You can probably make a list as well.

Cheer up! the best is yet to come, and that is false advertising.

A Rerun of Big Bad wolf

Life in the Forties

 

This was my second home away from home back in the 40's.

In the bottom apartment lived an old grouch and her husband.
We called her Mrs. McGlothern, and  he was MAC. Only the roles were reversed. They did not make noise.  I called her Mrs. McGrouch when she wasn't within earshot. Mac always carried a bottle of wine around in his pocket. They were very quiet, and since they were the owners and proprietors, they set the rules. Mary and Andy lived on the second floor, and they loved music, the louder the better. The Angels, known as Yours truly and husband lived on the top floor. Angels always rise to the top.  Nine PM was bedtime for everyone in the building, bar none. We could also take two baths a week. That's right, two of um!
When nine o'clock came the music didn't die down, and the broom on the first floor came out and the ceiling took a beating. Mac was assigned the broom job, and he enjoyed it. It was the only noise he was allowed to make. The next morning Mrs McGrouch would go stomping up the stairs and bang on Mary and Andy's door, and threaten an eviction notice, but it never became an actuality. Two or three nights later the scene would play over again. Another couple, Herb and Lorraine, lived there. We became life long friends with both couples, and had many fun times together. We all shared the same bathroom, and the same community sink in the hall way, and the same icebox, and I do mean ice box. It was also in the hallway. The iceman came two or three times a week to put a new block of ice in it. We each had a turn of emptying the water pan that caught the water from the ice. We also had a milkman that delivered milk. It was left on the front porch, and each neighbor would pick out what he had ordered. I believe I am the only survivor of that group.

Memories

Now that I am old I have discovered the very back end of my memory bank. There are things in there that I haven’t thought of in years. This one returned to me recently. When I was a child around 11 or 12 years old we lived in the country, and I attended church with my family on Sunday morning, and Sunday nights and all points in between. We prayed. I learned to pray. I prayed for this, I prayed for that. I prayed for rain, I prayed it would stop raining. I prayed for everything I could think of. That is the way I remember it. If anything went wrong I prayed about it.  A knot came up on the back of my hand. It was a small knot. We didn’t know what it was, and it didn’t hurt so it was pretty much ignored. I prayed it would go away. All kids in the vicinity attended a one room school house; it had a building with one side open for those that rode horses to school.  We were playing around that building one recess when a boy my age and I got into it over something. I can’t recall what I did to him, but he picked up a corncob and threw it at me, and I threw up my hand to protect my face. The corncob smacked the back of my hand, and when I looked at my poor hand the knot had disappeared. I said, “thank you, God.” I didn’t thank Ray for it. I’m sure you’ve heard that God works in mysterious ways. He does, even if it takes a corncob.

 I remember Ray Richards, the boy that threw the corncob. We were the same age. He died several years ago in an accident. He was very young. I can’t remember what kind of accident. I know it wasn’t a car wreck. We lived near Glencoe. Oklahoma. Ray had brothers and one sister as I remember. Billy was his sister. His brothers were James, Carl and Buddy. If he had more siblings, I don’t remember them. Maybe someone in the Glencoe area will read this and know who I am talking about. Small world you know.

It’s amazing how you can remember something 75 years ago, but forget to put the ice cream back in the freezer.