Sunday, October 23, 2016

An unexpected email that explains it all!

Like many citizens, I’ve wondered and tried hard to understand why Trump has such a remarkable following.  (It's obvious why he shouldn’t!)  Then a friend sent me this raccoon story. It makes no difference about your political leanings, this is just a good explanation of WHY... (Or it's as good as any I have seen).

 Dear Representative,

From the time I was able to vote I voted Republican. I am 75+ and have a great deal of respect and influence with many other seniors who also network with thousands of others around the country.

I received your questionnaire and request for money to help support the Republican nominee for the office of the President.  Rest assured, I strongly agree with every question you asked -- as I have since Obama was elected.   Unfortunately, an important question was missing, and it is “What have the Republicans and their Party done for the American people lately?” While you seem never to have listened to us in the past Forty Years, we gave you a majority in the house and senate two years ago and you have done nothing with the power we provided you.  And now, you want more of our money?   Give me a break!

 You should be concerned about our votes -- not our money.  You are the “establishment” and it’s apparent all you really want to do is to save your jobs and line your pockets. . . Well, guess what?  It’s not going to happen.  You can shake in your boots when I tell you our support is for TRUMP and he hasn’t asked us for a dime.

 You might think we are fools because you feel Trump is on a self-destruct course but you need to look outside DC and listen to the masses.  Few, if any, have achieved what he has, especially in a state like New York.

 If you really want to know how the majority of people feel, and this applies to both democrats and republicans, read below, it says it all.

 (Here comes the part about the raccoons)

Assume that you've been on vacation for two weeks, and when you come home you find that  your basement is infested with raccoons.  Hundreds of rabid, messy, mean raccoons have taken over your basement.  You want them gone immediately.  You call the city, the county and 4 different exterminators.  Nobody can handle the job . . . But then you hear of one guy and this one guy guarantees to get rid of them.  So you hire him.   You don't care if the guy smells, you don't care if he cusses and swears, you don't care if he's an alcoholic, you don't care how many times he's been  married, you don't care if he voted for Obama, you don't care if he has plumber's crack, you simply want those raccoons gone!  You want your problem fixed!  He's the guy.  He's the best.  Period.

 (Back to Trump)

 Here’s why we want Trump.  Yes he's a bit of an ass, yes he's an egomaniac, but we don't care.  The country is a mess because its politicians suck.  The Republican Party is two-faced & gutless, and illegals are everywhere.  We want it all fixed!  We don't care that Trump is crude, we don't care that he insults people, we don't care that he had been friendly with Hillary, we don't care that he has changed positions, we don't care that he's been married 3 times, we don't care that he fights with Megyn Kelly and Rosie O'Donnell, we don't care that he doesn't know the name of some Muslin terrorist.

 This country is bankrupt and appears weak.  Our enemies are making fun of us, we are being invaded by illegal's, we are becoming a nation of victims where every Tom, Ricardo and Hasid is a special group with special rights to a point where we don't even recognize the country we were born and raised in.  WE JUST WANT IT FIXED and Trump is the only guy who seems to understand what the people want.

 We're sick of our politicians, sick of the Republican Party, sick of Democratic Party and sick of illegals.  We just want this thing fixed.  Trump may not be a saint, but doesn't have lobbyist’s money holding him, he doesn't have political correctness restraining him, and we all know is that he has been very successful in business and is a good negotiator.  He has built a lot of things.  He's also not a politician, not a cowardly politically correct politician. And he not only says he can fix it, he says he will fix it and we believe him.

 And we believe him because he is too much of an egotist to be proven wrong or looked at and called a liar.  Also we don't care if the guy has bad hair.

 We just want those raccoons gone, out of our house, NOW.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Two Beautiful Souls

Tonight, I typed in the old web address to this blog. I wasn't expecting to be able to access it. I hadn't even googled it in awhile. I was so used to having access blocked at work, that I jumped for joy when I realized my workplace IT guys had finally decided that Blogger was safe.

I was thrilled to be clicking on all the old links to the pages of writers that I used to follow.  I was scrolling and clicking and laughing at some of the things I had missed, and then I wasn't laughing.

The moment I landed on her blog page, I knew. The moment I landed on his blog page, I knew. Two absent years had taken it's toll. Damn Facebook! If Facebook hadn't taken over as my place to post and if time and access hadn't become so limited to me on Blogger, I might have been able to at least check in once in a while and say thank you. As it was, I moved on and in doing so, robbed myself of our connection.

Two beautiful souls gone.  Buck Pennington, and Gertrud Svensson Stockton, I will never be able to express what your writings and fellowship meant to me during the times that I was officially "blogging".  I hope that somewhere, out there in the cosmos, you are able to feel the love and respect.    Never forgotten.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

A Christmas Present

Merry Christmas to all!  The IT guy here gave us all a present for Christmas (those of us on duty). He lifted the internet restrictions on our computers for the day! So for just a brief moment I am able to post this message and quickly catch up on some blog posts in my reader.  Hope all of you know how much I miss being able to read you daily! Life is way too busy, lots has happened since my last post, but the most important message I can pass along to you folks is this.... Hug your loved ones, and if you can't hug them, tell them how much you care about them.  Don't forget to take a moment today to say a prayer for our servicemen and women who couldn't be home with their loved ones today.
Best wishes for a wonderful, happy New Year.  

Monday, November 11, 2013

Veterans Day and the Elks

Veterans Day has always reminded me of the many folks I've known throughout my life who were directly or indirectly involved in our country's defense. My father and uncle were Korean War Veterans, I was married to a Vietnam Veteran, and many of my friends and my daughters friends, have served or are still serving. Yesterday, I participated in the Veterans Day Services at the Massachusetts National Cemetery in Bourne. It was an honor to be among all those wonderful men and women who have sacrificed so much. It is my hope and prayer that they realize how grateful we are!

To my father: I wish you could have seen me in the parade! I bet you would have laughed at me being in a tuxedo! But I know that because you had been an "Elk", you would have understood how important the Veterans are to the Elks. I spend a lot of my free time doing things through the Elks organization, to show our appreciation. We donate to our local Vietnam Veterans Food Pantry, we supply our local needy Veterans with Thanksgiving Baskets each year. We invite all children of our local active duty military personnel to our annual Kids Christmas Party. We travel every month to our local Veterans Hospital to bring a meal and a smile to our wounded Veterans.  Last summer we held a classic car show to raise money for Cape Cod Cares for Troops and earlier we held a Veterans Cookout so all our local vets could come and eat for free.  Dad, I know this must sound like I'm bragging ~ maybe I am. The Elks have provided me a way to say thank you and keep saying thank you to all those, like you and Uncle Stu, who have given more than I can imagine to keep our country safe. I don't know if you ever really got a "Thank You For Your Service" from anyone Dad, so I'm saying it ~ every chance I get.

And to all of those Servicemen and women out there in Blogger world who might stumble upon this post, I sincerely thank you for your dedication to our country.

Benevolent Protective Order of Elks

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Kibash

Well folks, looks like my postings will be less frequent.  Because I spend so much time at work, most of my posts have been created during my slow times (waiting for the phone to ring at 10pm). Up until now, I've been able to access my blog during my slow/down times at work but that has all changed.  The "powers that be" have reinstalled the "Websense" program so now I am unable to even view a blog.  If it has the word "blog" anywhere near it, around it or on it, I am blocked.(As well as many other sites, now off-limits). However,  resourceful is my middle name, (actually it isn't my middle name, I don't have a middle name, but that's a whole 'nuther post). I have come up with a way to at least write the post, save it and send it to myself in an email so that I can pull it up when I get home, copy it - paste it and voila! A Post!  Take that Websense!! Only I don't usually post anything after a double shift - too many chances for mistakes to happen.  So, although my postings have been delayed, they haven't been able to put the Kibash on them. What they have been able to do is keep me from posting comments on my favorite blogger sites.  Buck from  Exile in Portales, Lou from Bag Blog, Jim from Suldog  Jim from Nobody Asked Me, and Kris from Noodling On It - Journal here is my linky-love for all of you - in case I don't get a chance to comment as much as I want - although some of you may be grateful for the respite! I have a slim hope that at some point the IT guy who has the ability to loosen the noose around the internet access will see fit to do so. Until then folks, I'll be winging it. 
It's not just for breakfast anymore!

Friday, November 1, 2013

Tuesday, October 22, 2013


My memories of Halloween go back to my first plastic mask.  I don't recall what I was, or even how old I was, all I can remember is that awful plastic mask. I had begged my mother for it, having worn the sheet over the head with the eyes cut out and I just couldn't do it ONE MORE YEAR! I suppose she saved her pennies for months so that my brother and I could have a costume, but I was ignorant and selfish. I wanted the mask! Then came the day, about a week before Halloween, when we had been in Hyannis with my mother and grandmother, to grocery shop, or clothes shop or something shop! We were in Zayre's Department Store, and there on the rack in front of me were the plastic masks.  I came home with a costume that day, and you would have thought that I had won tickets to Disney. My mother, being most wise and knowing how destructive  playful little children could be, refused to let my brother and I parade around in the costumes. It wasn't until just about time to walk out the door to go trick or treating that I got to try on my new mask.  Oh no! I couldn't breathe, it was hot, and the eye holes were made for someone who was cross-eyed. I hated it!  But I knew, by wearing it that I could get CANDY! Oh, glorious candy! And so, with my parents and brother in tow, I made my way up and down each side of the street, suffocating under that plastic mask, carrying my plastic halloween bag, begging our neighbors "Trick or Treat" not knowing that the worst Trick of ALL TIME was going to be played on me when I got home with that bag of delicious, mouth watering, chocolate, fruity, sugary coated loveliness! Yes, dear reader, my parents,  they were MONSTERS!!
"What do you mean I can only have two pieces!! Why do I have to save MY candy?" Ohhhh the humanity!
Somehow I survived those Halloweens, and as I got older, the plastic masks were left behind for the more popular face paint... and stuffed pillows under the old clothes. Then eventually, Halloween became something completely different for awhile. Parties with adult costumes and adult beverages and loud music.

Then something made it all become magical again. In 1994 when my daughter was four years old, we went on our first Halloween event at the local zoo.  She was too young to really understand, but the years that followed we would decorate the house in cobwebs, pumpkins and witches. We would stuff leaves into our spooky scarecrow.  On Halloween we'd meet up with my brother and his two boys and troll their neighborhood in search of candy; the kids in their costumes and to their utter embarassment, my brother and I in our costumes. In those years, the neighbors watched out for each other and went all out for Halloween. Decorations inside and out, rocking chairs on the front porch that rocked when you passed by them, recordings of howls and growls... much more sophisticated stuff than when I was a kid. There were life-like bats, monster masks made in the likeness of someone's horrifying nightmare! Costumes that could have come right off of a Hollywood movie set! My daughter suffered the indignity of her mother and uncle dressed in old clothes with pillows stuffed up in them and face paint for a mask! We were MONSTERS! Yes, daughter - only 4 pieces of candy. You must SAVE your candy!

We didn't put candy out at our house because our neighborhood was mostly summer homes, empty and without children nearby.  No one ventured down our dark street.  Our spooky scarecrow was left to guard our dark house, unappreciated for his toothy grin and scary milkman pants. When my daughter moved away, I didn't decorate as much.  A pumpkin maybe. 

The new neighborhood has children.

I may have to get those old clothes out of the closet and find a good pillow.

Have a safe and Happy Halloween folks.