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With all that I have, I’m trying not to be negative with what I’m about to say, but I’m afraid I have finally lost my belief that most humans are good people. It’s taken me a lifetime to come to this point but here I am.  If you’re reading this, you might care but probably not, and it doesn’t really matter. I’m writing this so other people that are feeling the same way will know they are not alone.

Over the past couple of years, I have seen behavior from people I would have bet my last dollar on that they would never, ever say or do the things I have heard or saw.  Could be they think the same of me.  But what I have observed is people becoming the very things they say they hate. And hate is not too strong of a word. It comes from their mouths and writings.

Of course, that has always been a difference of opinions, from the time I can remember. The first biggest difference of opinion in my lifetime was the Vietnam war. I was in high school.  And although so many of us felt different ways about what was going on, I don’t remember anyone every talking hateful towards me or threatening me.  I don’t remember anyone ever talking down to me just because I felt a different way. I was never made to feel little, told to shut up, or even wished I would die. I never had friends walk away from me because of who I voted for, or tell me to never talk to them again. Not so much the case these days.

People have become a society of hate.  Don’t like someone’s opinion, then the hate is on.  Not being a Democrat or Republican, but more of a moderate human, I see fault with both sides.  Sadly what I see is both sides are so wrapped up in their opinions, they fail to hear anything the other side says. They just know that hate it.

If we as a nation don’t start trying to work together, we are doomed. And I hate that. This past week I heard from some politicians that now the elections are over, both Dems and Republicans will start working together and with the President. That lasted about one day. Then it was they are going to do everything in their power to stop anything the President wishes to do, right or wrong. 

Both sides are blinded by their hate. I’m only going to give one example, and that is with immigration and the border. Both the Clintons and President Obama are on video stating the very same ideas that President Trump is saying now. It was good then but now when President Trump says basically the same things, it’s bad. Horrible. He’s a racist. Etc. I ask myself why? Since William Clinton was in office the gang population of this country has gone way up. MS13 in my opinion should be put on a small island and let them rot.


Too Much Fun

My first cruise was a real eye opener. I saw things I wish I could un-see and things I will keep in my mind forever. Granted I’m not young in years but my mind is still fairly young. Remember I was wild and free in the late sixties and early seventies. That should explain a lot. This cruise thing reminded me of such times. Everyone having a good time and not worried about what other people thought.

During our four days on board I had a multitude of random thoughts.

Did you look in the mirror before you left the room?

Wow, you are rocking that bikini!

Man, please put a shirt on!

Honey, some girls just shouldn’t be wearing a bikini.

Wow, what a beautiful dress.

The hallway just moved.

Where’s the Dramamine?

Five more dollars?

Oh hell, it’s only money.

It’s been a long time since I laughed until I cried.

She’s so pretty.

Wow, he’s so handsome.

Conga line, sure why not.

My feet hurt.

My hip hurts.

I could do that once upon a time.

I won! I won!

Can’t wait until I can go on another cruise!

I’m too old for this kind of vacation.

I’ll let you all fill in the blanks. It was a great time. I kind of wish we had taken a longer cruise but when I looked at my swollen feet and ankles last night after I got home I thought maybe not.

The cruise industry has their act together for sure. Too bad the rest of the world can’t live and work like the crew on ships. Life would be so much more fun and polite.

It’s Not 1918,Just Stop It!

The other day I needed to measure 39 inches. I was in a fix as I only had a yard stick. In case you forgot, a yard stick is 36 inches.

So, I cut the first three inches off the stick and glued it to the end. After the glued dried, I took out my ruler which is 12 inches, and laid it down on the adjusted yard stick, and holy crap, the ruler fit three times. Again in case you forgot, 3 x 12 = 36. WTH?

The same theory can be used with this Daylight Saving Time. It doesn’t matter what your clock says, you still only have a certain amount of daylight for each day. Why is that so hard to figure out?

Just pick a time, either Standard Time or Daylight Saving Time and leave it be. Our world moved right along before someone got the idea of moving the clocks forward for a few months then moving them back. Do we really need this in this day and age?

It saves energy they say. We are not living with equipment, appliances, and furnaces of 1918 when this all started. Gives us more daylight. Ya want more daylight, then get up earlier. It’s summer, you’ll naturally have more daylight. It’s for the farmers, they say. Sorry, but I don’t know any farmers that don’t start their day at daylight and work till dark, no matter what their clocks say.

There are more people that suffer physically from this time change than not. Time to stop this nonsense.

I’m One Lucky Woman

This weekend I was reminded just how lucky I have been during my years on this earth. Having lived all over this great country of ours, along the way I have met hundreds of people. People from all walks of life have touched my life.

I have always felt blessed to have friends I have known for over forty years and we seldom see each other but when we do it’s like we were never apart. This weekend I was reminded of that again when I saw a good friend that I have not seen in twenty years. The moment I wrapped my arms around her it was as if those years melted away.

If anyone would ask me who’s your best friend, I would not be able to answer that honestly. Although I don’t have a lot of friends, the ones I have kept all are my best friends for one reason or another. I’ve also been lucky enough to have some from one State meet ones from another State. That doesn’t happen often in life either.

It’s not how great your friend list is, it’s how great your friends are. Although my number of friends may not be many, my friends are priceless. We all love unconditionally. We look over our many faults, forgive our sins, and always keep on loving.

The only reason, well maybe not the only reason I’d like to win the lottery, but if I did, I’d gather up all my friends from far and wide and I’d take us all on a grand vacation together. We would sit around and share stories, drink good wine, eat good food, and laugh until our jaws hurt.

Yes, I’m one lucky woman in more ways than I can count but having wonderful friends is right there on top.

Oh, Hell Yeah!

Not to worry, I’m not going to go off on Hollyweird not matter how much I truly want to rant about the silliness of actors and their fans. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I once was someone that could be star struck. Until I grew up and realized none of them are nothing special, just regular folks that happen to have a job that makes them famous or makes them think they are smarter and better than the rest of us. Nope, I’m not going to comment on the outrageous amounts of money that was spent on something so silly as a big party to say how great we are and pat ourselves on the back. I won’t mention the hideous outfits. Most of them need someone that looks at them and tells the truth, “That outfit looks like you are wrapped in the kitchen curtains.” Speaking of kitchen……..

No, I’m here to tell you, it’s National Chocolate Covered Nuts day! Oh, hell yes! Shouldn’t we have one of these at least once a month or weekly? Let’s face it, for a real chocolate lover, anything covered with the chocolate of your choice makes whatever it is perfect! My husband once told me I’d eat rabbit poop if it was covered with chocolate. Now I draw the line at some things, but I would try chocolate covered insects or such. Why not?

The first time I tried chocolate covered coffee beans I thought I might pass out. My very favorite things in the whole world, chocolate and coffee! Mocha coffee is okay but the coffee bean thing sent me to a very happy place. How can there be so much strife in the world and hate when there is such a thing as chocolate covered coffee beans?

Sadly, because I have had an ongoing fight since I was about twelve years of age trying to keep my weight down, such treats are few and far between. Seriously, if I ate and drank the things that I love, I would be trying out for that TV show, My 600 Pound life.

It’s a good think I live fifteen miles from town, or I would be tempted to run to the store and pick up some chocolate covered nuts to celebrate the day. Instead, I’ll just look at the photo and drool.

Rain and Shine

On the tenth day the people awoke with clear blue skies above and beautiful golden rays of sunshine, warming their faces and souls. And so it was across the mountains and valleys, from region to region, happiness fell upon the citizens. They lifted their heads and said thanks.

A story from Ancient Cultures? No, stories from the Southeast today. I now understand why ancient cultures worshiped the sun. Where would mankind be without the magnificent star? Giver of life, warmth, food, and energy. Causing hearts and souls to rejoice at its beauty.

The old saying, ‘into each life some rain must fall,’ got a little carried away this past month or so. And although we were teased with some half days of sunshine this winter, we have seen more clouds and rain than not.

And so this day started with a promise of sunshine as the clouds slowly disappeared and the sun rose above the mountains to the east. I stood on my back porch and allowed the sun to warm my face. Oh, how I missed you, I thought.

I’ve always been a lover of sunrises and sunsets but today I realized just how much I take the sun for granted. As long as I can remember, it has always been there. Leading me to happy days under its spell. Punishing me with sunburned skinned when I played too long in its light. Making me sleepy when I allowed myself to lie under its beams of light.

But it also gave me hope. Hope that winter would soon bloom into spring. New life would sprout from the ground. Its warmth causing the birds to sing with all their being. Time to mate and bring forth new life.

True, we all have been complaining about too much rain and gloomy skies, yet without these things would we really appreciate the sunshine?

Humans are fickle. When the rain comes we want sun. If the sun shines to hot and long we beg for rain. Cries for snow gives way for pleas for spring rebirth.

No matter what you believe, how you worship, or even if your don’t, remember life is good rain or shine!

Deer Delimma

For the past month or so we have had days upon days of rain, with only short breaks in-between. This morning, for the first time in days it wasn’t raining when I went to let the dogs outside for their morning potty. As always, I step out on the porch first and scan the area for the local wildlife. Don’t need either of my girls running out to meet the pair of foxes, or raccoons, or the coyotes that roam our mountain. Also there have been bear up here in the past.

Usually though, it’s just several of our local deer, munching on my or the neighbor’s shrubs. During all this rain, I haven’t seen the deer seem to be sticking to the lower parts of our mountain. I have seen them several times on my way to town. However, this morning as I quietly opened the door, I saw four of the beautiful white tails at the far end of our yard. They heard the door but didn’t see me.

Stealthily, as much as I could in my big red fluffy bathrobe, I eased out onto the front porch, placing myself between a porch post and their view. If you saw the movie True Lies, it resembled Tom Arnold’s character hiding behind the lamppost. Not such good cover, but it was working this morning.

There I stood watching the beautiful creatures as they munched on the grass and calmly walked over to the neighbors yard. They knew something was watching them but still could not see me in the darkness of my porch.

I watched the usual large doe with her twins from last year who are growing to full size and an extra smaller one. I looked back at my front door and both my dogs were sitting, watching me, patiently waiting for me to let them out. I knew if I let them out while the deer were there, the chase would be on and everyone but me would be running down the steep drop off behind my neighbors house.

My dilemma was, scare the deer off and let the girls outside, or let the deer keep eating and make the girls wait for their potty call. My girls big brown eyes won out in the end, as this was their first time out to potty after sleeping all night. They had already waited on their mom to get her act together, I wouldn’t make them wait on the deer.

I stepped out so the deer could see me, and four white tails flew straight up as they disappeared over the ridge. The girls ran outside side as I opened the door, never the wiser.

If only all dilemmas in life were resolved this easily!

Hola, Guess What Day it Is?

It’s another, “I’ll drink to that,” kind of day. Yep, NATIONAL MARGARITA DAY

So I’m thinking I should be on a beach drinking a cold, tall, refreshing Margarita, but here I sit in Georgia. I’m starting to think Georgia is an old Indian word for ‘never stops raining.’ I have lost count as to how many days it has rained this year but far exceeds any sunny days by a long shot.

Maybe I’ll make mine a Strawberry Margarita as the lime color reminds me of the mold and mildew that is starting to grown on everything from all the rain and lack of sun.

It is said that the margarita being invented in 1938 by Carlos “Danny” Herrera at his restaurant Rancho La Gloria, halfway between Tijuana and Rosarito, Baja California, created for customer and former Ziegfeld dancer Marjorie King, who was allergic to many spirits, but not to tequila.

I find that I may be allergic to tequila also. Seems that after a few shots of this clear liquid I tend to do crazy things. Reminds me of the old Dottie West song Jose’ Cuervo. I too have been known to dance on the tables but I never shot out any lights.

So on this day, I salute who ever invented the Margarita, Tequila, and even Dottie West for bring to light that tequila can make you do some wild and crazy things. At my age I now just sit back, sip my drink and watch the world go by. Today, I’m watching it rain.