Here’s the Deal


This whole insurance deal is a pain, you got it, in the arse! The Healthcare Act is one of the biggest scams ever imposed on the American public, IMO. I just don’t understand how the majority of Americans think paying premiums to have health insurance relates to coverage.


We have been on the Healthcare Act merry-go-round for several years now and we still do not have coverage. There is only one provider in Georgia and the three plans have deductibles from three to eight thousands dollars a year but none of them cover the things we visit the doctor for the majority of the time.  Again we would have health insurance but nothing covered. We would get the privilege to pay premiums once a month. How lucky can people be?

I’m a firm believer that if our politicians had to depend on the Health Care Act, this crap would be fixed in a matter of months. There would be no fighting between parties. On the other hand, the majority of the people in Congress are millionaires, they can afford any type of health care they want.  What do they know about needing an MRI and not having the funds?  An eight thousand dollar deductible is a weekend outing for many of these people. They have no clue. In the meantime, Americans that have worked hard all their lives suffer.

And that my friends is the real deal on our health care in America.

From Tears to Hatred


In fifty-four years we have gone from devastation and tears over the assignation of our President to laughing at the portrayal of our President being killed in a play. What Happed?

The generations that walked the halls of my school on that day in history when our President was gunned down are the same people that have raised the citizens that are now protesting, threatening the President and his family, and laughing at horrendous comments made about the President and his family. If they didn’t raise them, it’s their grandchildren spreading hate and discontent. And I’m not sure over what?

Let me say that I was raised in a divided house. My father was a dye in the wool Democrat, and my mom was a Republican. Many conversations were held around the dinner table as to why one or the other should change their vote. No angry words were ever spoken. No name calling.  Just a comment now and then about their vote canceling each other’s.

Where is the universal respect for the office of the Presidency? Why is it now accepted to hate and bash? I understand people not agreeing with things the President does or wishes to do, but wishing him dead; I don’t understand at all.

What happened to our children and grandchildren that they have shunned manners and common respect for other humans? Mothers and fathers proud that their children are protesting, burning, fighting the police, threatening the President, belittling the First Lady, and verbally attacking their children. I just can’t bring myself to believe that my generation raised their children to behave like this even though I see it with my own eyes. What does one say to their child when they see their grandchild acting in this way, I often wonder.

I can only surmise this sort of behavior is a product of being entitled. Which is another problem I see with our country.

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

It doesn’t matter what you believe, in a creator, or nature, we have rights, not entitlements. We can pursuit happiness. This does not mean one is guaranteed to obtain happiness. If your pursuit of happiness brings harm and pain to others, then you should be stopped.

All the things I hear and read people saying about others, I wonder if they would say the same things in person in a one on one conversation.  Bravery and being a jackass seems to thrive in large crowds or on the internet.

Where have all the Adults Gone?

I’ve been thinking for a very long time of what has happened to the country where I grew up.  Not only what happened but when things started to change. I would like to think it didn’t start with my generation since I’m an offspring of the Greatest Generation. The majority of my generation were taught how to become an adult, and we reaped what we sowed.  We were prepared to take responsibility for our actions. We stood up and admitted when we had done wrong, like it or not. We may have tried once or twice of lying about our actions, but the punishment for lying was worse than the penalty for the actions we had done.

I knew better than to tell my parents it was someone else’s fault I did something stupid. I had to fess up as to why my report card wasn’t what it should be. We didn’t lie to the police when we were pulled over. It was no one’s fault that I was speeding except mine.

More so, as an adult, we took on more responsibility for our actions. It’s part of becoming an adult. What a sorry state our nation is in when it’s acceptable for adults to blame others for their stupidity. As a full grown, mature adult, shouldn’t there be a little part of your brain that says, “if you do or say this, there just might be a chance of repercussions?”  If the authorities showed up, well we knew we really screwed up. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but ours.


I have been watching this whole debacle of Kathy Griffin. I do not feel sorry for her. I don’t care about her or what happens to her. What I do care about is the message she is sending. The same message people have been sending out for a long time now. This message of freedom of speech no matter what is said and who it hurts. The message of no matter how serious one’s actions are, one can always blame someone else. The message of turning things around, so the guilty one is now the victim.  The message of other’s did this, so it’s alright that I did it too.


Being an adult also means stopping to think about your actions before you do something.  Knowing if you think something might be a bad idea, then it probably is. An adult stands up and acknowledges when they have done something wrong, offensive, against most standards of right and wrong, or just plain stupid. They don’t go crying like a little girl and start blaming others.


I see generations of people that have no clue just how to act and live like honest, decent, adults. No golden rule at Kathy Griffin’s home. Time to stand up and take your up and comings for your actions. Oh boo hoo, the Secret Service called you. And?


On the other hand, maybe she’s onto something. Maybe it’s President Trump’s fault I’m overweight?



A Calling or a Seed Planted

road trip 05 2017

Of all the places I have lived and all the places I thought I wanted to live, I find myself wanting to pinch myself these days, to make sure this isn’t a dream. This is really real.

In 1955 my family took a vacation to the Great Smokey Mountains. Although I was a  mere five years old, I still remember so many things about that trip. Including my first viewing of a black bear and being scared to death. He didn’t look friendly like Smokey the Bear. I had my photo taken with a real  Native American.

Skip forward twenty-four years and I find myself living in Alabama and spending days off from work in Tennessee and Georgia. I had my photo taken by the very same cannon on top of Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga, Tennessee all those years ago.

Time marches on, as someone once said. The years passed by, along with a husband or two, until I met a man that allowed me to feed my wanderlust. He understood when I said let’s move to Virginia. Never said a word when I said, “I’m moving us to Montana.” And when the time came for us to move to Arizona to take care of his mother, I was all in.

Then came the time when we needed to make a plan on where we wanted to retire. The plan had been to move back to Montana. Both of us truly love Montana in all her grandeur. We left family and friends behind when we left, yet something was holding us back from making the decision to return.

Maybe it was a calling from our past or a seed that had been planted a long time ago. Whatever it was, the Southeast kept calling our names. One day, we made the decision to head east and take a look around our old stomping grounds.  Even though it was the dead of winter and we was caught in the middle of an ice and snow storm, we made it. After spending a week in a cabin in the north Georgia mountains, we started wondering why we had ever left. We left Georgia after making an offer on a house and making plans on selling our house in Arizona.

After all the miles and years on this gal, I finally feel at peace with myself.  There is a  calmness within me that I’m not sure I have ever felt. A peaceful, thankful, and joyful presence from within.  If I believed in reincarnation I would argue that I was a mountain man in my former life.

I will not sit and wonder why I didn’t move here years ago. I believe if I had, I might not appreciate this place. I would not have found the peace I have found. My wish would be that everyone, everywhere, could somehow experience what I have found, sometime during their life.


What day is this?


“Honey, someone just tried to open the room door.”

“What time does maid service start here?”

“I don’t know.”

“What time is it?”

Looking at my phone in disbelief, “Holy Crap, it’s 10:10!  That can’t be right!”

My husband never sets his alarm because I’m always up before the sun.

“Are you feeling ok? You never sleep this long.”

“Crap, check out is at 11. Get up! Get up!”

And so started our Friday on the third full day of moving.  I didn’t know we could move that fast. The dogs thought the motel was on fire and our tails.  Brush our teeth, run some water over my head and face, dried my hair, threw yesterday’s clothes on, loaded up our bags and dogs and was on the road before 11 by minutes.

I fell asleep last night watching TV. I woke up at ten, turned the TV off and it was lights out for me.  Only to wake up sometime after midnight and without the ability to fall back asleep. I have no idea what time I was able to fall back asleep but apparently, when I did, I fell into a deep sleep.  I woke up once and I thought it was real early as no one was stirring.  Hell, everyone in the motel was already gone!

We did make it to our Friday destination and not much later than we thought, even with fighting a strong wind from Amarillo Tx to Shawnee, OK. The wind is really sweeping down the plains!


Life is too Short


I’m not offended, I’m sad. I believe everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I certainly have many of my own. I express them all the time. What is making me so sad these days is the constant barrage of hateful, mean, and depressing statements; most politically motivated.

So your, our ours, or the person you thought should be President didn’t get the job. We are halfway through March. Aren’t you getting a little tired of bitching all the time? I can’t see how this doesn’t affect your personal life. I can’t perceive the bitching and complaints only come out while you are on Facebook or Twitter. All of this hate and unhappiness is and will affect your health, mental and physically. Isn’t life too short for this kind of behavior or thinking?

The main reason all of this is making me sad is the knowing most of the hateful things are being posted to social media by people I consider loving and caring people. How can you claim to have love in your heart and daily send hateful, disparaging, and ugly thoughts out into the cyber world? Is their release, so they don’t take all of this out on their friends and family? We get it. You don’t like who the President is. I can name a lot of people I didn’t like as President, but I lived with it and moved on.

I have learned to just hide the posts from my Facebook and Twitter, but it still makes me sad. This country is more divided than it has ever been in my lifetime and it seems to get worse by the day.

We live in a time when we have one of the most wonderful tools for education and living a better life at our fingertips.  We don’t seem to be far enough advanced as humans to use the internet for good.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t live in a glass house. I’ll be one of the first ones to post a funny joke or photo on just about every subject. I’m as far from PC as a person can get. Some would say, your jokes are hateful to me. They are not intended to be.

I suppose what is making me so sad, is that people I know and care about are so full of hate and discontent at our age. Live is too short for this stuff.


Please Press One!


The ability to disconnect my phone during a conversation might be the only reason I stay out of prison. If I ever meet the person who invented the computerized phone answering systems, it just might be the very reason I’m locked away.

Someone, please explain to me why we are giving computers all pertinent information regarding the reason we are calling, then when a real live person comes online, I’ll be damn, if we don’t have to give it all over again. To make matters worse, I just pressed one to have the computer speak to me in English, now I’m talking with a person I can barely understand. Granted I’m not a world traveler, but I am bilingual. I speak Yankee and Southern. What kind of English most customer service reps are speaking I have no clue. They also know their English sucks because they keep apologizing when they get the info wrong, or I don’t understand what they are saying.

This morning I gave my insurance info to the computer. I was transferred to a customer service representative when she asked me the same information and a few extra questions. She then realized I needed to speak to another department. She verified all my information again so the proper department representative would already have my info.

The call is transferred, and ‘Sue,’ with a very thick accent, starts verifying all the information again. This takes twice as long as it should because either she can’t understand me or she can’t type. Finally, after several attempts, she has my information and cheerfully asks how she can help me. The conversation goes downhill rapidly.

Twenty minutes later, Sue finally understands what I need. She advises me that I should call my doctor’s office since the updated prescriptions are not on file. I thank her and disconnect before she can ask if I would like to take a short survey on my experience with the phone call.

Luck is with me today, as I have a doctor’s appointment and may address this problem in person, saving me from calling his office and dealing with another, please listen to all options for our menu has changed, computerized message. I’ll let the doctor deal with whoever was supposed to call in the refills for my meds and failed to do their job. I’m not going to prison today.

Instead of a day without women, may I suggest a day without automated phone answering services?