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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.


Happy Announcement

I’m so please and proud to among the local artist that have their work on display and for sale at Art & Soul Artisan Gallery, in Blairsville, Ga.

Many of the photos I have posted on Face Book are now for sale at this wonderful little gallery. I hope if you’re in the area you will stop by and take a look at all the local talent.

Blessed Be The Caregivers

What do you see when you look at these hands? Many will see the old, tired hands of an old person. If you study closely you may see something else. These hands were once young and small. Exploring new things, playing with toys or writing school lessons. Maybe they held a lover’s hands or a bouquet of flowers at a wedding. They may have changed too many diapers, planted gardens, prepared meals, or held grandchildren. I see the hands of a caregiver. These hands did all the things helping to take care of their siblings, their husband, their children, their parents, their grandchildren.

I see that after all her accomplishments in life, now these hands need a caregiver. Someone to help her remember to take her medications, making sure she makes it to her next doctor’s appointment, or even reminding her to eat her dinner.

The circle of life isn’t always a pretty sight but it’s always there. Today is National Caregiver Day. Until you have this responsibility, you have no idea how a loving act can be so demanding.

I believe caregivers should be celebrated more than once a year. It takes a special kind of person to take on this roll. They need reminded that they need to take care of themselves first. They need to be healthy in body and spirit to endure the things they face. They need encouragement and a pat on the back for a job well done.


I’m going to age myself several ways today pertaining to the National Boy Scout Day or National Kite Flying Day. Probably going to piss some people off too while I’m at it but I’m old and well, I say just about anything I want.

First of all, how can we still have a National Boy Scout Day when just the other day I heard that it’s no longer Boy Scouts, but just Scouts. The being because now girls can join the ‘Boy Scouts’. I guess I’m old fashion, no wait, no guessing about it. Boys are boys and girls are girls. Only two genders in my book. I find nothing wrong with having two different scout organizations. I don’t care if you choose to admit it or not, there are just some things that men/boys can do easier and better than women/girls. Standards or requirements should not be lowered so one gender can accomplish the requirements.

I totally understand the kite flying day was to celebrate the joys of flying a kite. To watch it sail into the sky, floating on air currents, it makes one joyful. However, I’m going back to my youth, to a very old fashion way of telling someone they are annoying and should go away. We would tell them to “go fly a kite.”

With that in mind, I’d like to tell all the promoters of this movement of girls being boy scouts, to just go fly a kite.

Something’s Happening Here

Yep, it’s National Lame Duck day. Just to educate myself on where this term came from I did a little looking. Here is what I found.

The term “lame duck” originated as a description of stockbrokers in 1700s England who could not pay off their debts. The name later carried over to those in business who, while known to be bankrupt, would continue to do business.

In politics a lame duck is a person currently holding a political office who has either:

  • lost a re-election bid
  • chosen not to seek another term
  • been prevented from running for re-election due to a term limit
  • holds a position that has been eliminated

Prior to the ratification of the 20th Amendment to the United States Constitution, there was for Congress a 13-month delay between election day and the day the newly elected officials took office. In the case of a lame duck, this was a 13 month notice his or her job was terminating crippling their influence. Hence the ‘lame’ or injured duck.

With that in mind, Buffalo Springfield came to mind this morning and I think they had it right, more for today than even back then.

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behindIt’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going downWhat a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our sideIt’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going downParanoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you awayWe better stop, hey, what’s that sound
dy look what’s going down

What’s not to like about this day?

Behold, a National day that in my youth I would have celebrated without any fear. Youth, I miss you. The slimmer body, the smooth skin, the nicely shaped legs, breasts that didn’t visit my stomach when I ditched the bra, shinny, hair and lovely nails. Who wouldn’t celebrate National Shower with a friend day?

Slowly, but surely the signs of aging sneaks up on one and all of a sudden an older version of yourself stairs at you in the mirror. You know it when full length mirrors disappear from your home!

Shower with a friend? I don’t even like showering with myself. A daily reminder that youth has escaped me and the golden years, well as Betty Davis once said, they are not for sissies.

Maybe we no longer share the shower, we do share the bathroom. I’m sure that counts in my age bracket. The best thing about being married to your best friend is that the fun never stops. We may not have the hot, steamy love scenes you see on TV or in the movies, but we still have the snapping each other with a damp towel. Every now and then one of us gets a cold splash of water over the top of shower curtain. And many days one of us greets the other one with a fresh new towel as the other turns off the water. In my opinion, it doesn’t get much better than that.

The ironic part of all of this is that in our youth we could not afford a large walk in shower where two would fit easily and no one had to bet out in the cold. Now, we are fortunate enough to have a lovely walk in shower, not only large enough for both of us but both dogs would fit in there too, our main goal is not to fall and have a bench to sit on so we can wash our feet.

Enjoy your day and your shower.

Who comes up with this stuff?

Remember the other day when I said that some days have several “National” day this or that. Well it seems the panel of people that decide what day this is got a bit carried away with February first. Today when I looked this is what I found:


Before reading what each day was about and how to observe, I had my own version.

National wear red day, brought to you by the garment worker’s union. Go to your local department store and buy a new red shirt and wear it.

National get up day brought to you by Alarm clocks of the world. I’m thinking any day you wake up above ground is a celebrations in itself.

National Freedom day. Very important as I’m lucky enough to be born and still live in a country where I can say and write about anything I want and not get into too much trouble, unless I post something on Face Book. That’s a whole other story.

National Texas day brought to you by the group Little Texas. All said in their song:

God blessed Texas With His own hand Brought down angels from the promised land Gave ’em a place where they could dance
If you want to see heaven, brother, here’s your chance
I’ve been sent to spread the message
God blessed Texas. Apparently, Little Texas has never traveled through West Texas….I rest my case.

National Bubble Gum day brought to you by Bazooka. If I have to explain that to you, you might be too young to read this.

National Baked Alaska Day. Just what in the hell is a baked Alaska? Desert or breakfast? Baking ice cream always sounded like a mess in my over to me. Isn’t melted ice cream sort of like milk or sweat cream? So confused.

National Serpent Day, oh my lord and little fishes. Is this some kind of devil worshiping? I don’t even want to look at that explanation. Scary.

Now here’s one of interest, National Self-Check day. Oh my mind goes to so many places, and probably not anywhere near what will be advised on how to observe this day. I picture ladies checking their hair and makeup, looking in the mirror to see if their outfit makes their butts look big and guys, well just adjusting the family jewels. That’s how my brain works.

National Enroll Agents Month. Thank goodness, the FBI is finally seeing just how stupid their actions has been lately and they are trying to enroll new agents with some sense.

Last but not least is National Fasting Day. Yeah, right. I fast everyday, between breakfast and lunch and between lunch and dinner. Have you ever tried fasting? I’m sure that some pencil thin woman who says she forgets to eat thought of this. Who the hell forgets to eat? I tend to forget when to stop eating. Guess that’s why I checked this morning to see if my outfit made my butt look big. Rude awakening, it’s my big butt that makes my butt look big.

As for me, I’m going to celebrate the National Get Up Day. Get up, get going, love your family and your friends. Make a stranger smile and be kind. That’s a good way to celebrate every day and maybe blow a few bubbles.


I’ve heard said that life is about choices, and so is today. January 20, is YAD DRAWKCAB LANOITAN or National Inspire Your Heart With Art Day. It appears I have been living the backward day most of my life, in the fact that I always seem to choose the hardest path to any solution. I suppose it’s a good day to reverse my path and go in a different direction but inspire my heart with art seems much easier and will probably have a better outcome.

Art comes in many forms and I try to surround myself with different things. From the simple paintings my mother and Aunt made many years ago, to the latest painting from a local artist, pottery and little antique pieces. I have some of my own paintings and and photography. Some of the paintings picked up over the years are calming and relax me while others remind me of past experiences.

Want to celebrate, but don’t know just how, here are some suggestions:

  • Visit an art gallery.
  • Read a good book.
  • Listen to music.
  • Attend a ballet performance
  • Start your masterpiece.
  • Teach someone how to play an instrument.
  • Attend an art lecture.
  • Explore a new technique.
  • See an inspirational film.
  • Share your art with others.

If you live out in the country as I do, many of these things are out of the question, but you can turn on that radio and enjoy your favorite music. Or pick up that book you started reading a while back. (Hopefully it’s one of mine.)

Of course it being National Backwards day also, I just saw on the TV news it’s also National Hot Chocolate day. If I had known I may have reversed my direction and written about Hot Chocolate. Can chocolate be an art form? Now that is worth celebrating.