In Honor of the Profession

(a little suggestive?)

In honor of miss alaineus alemanac

Now here is a hard working, hard hitting, tell it like it is woman! (cue major applause)

This weekend I came across several goodies that some how made me think of her and "school" so I have decided to devote this blog post to her.

I know what is it like to teach, be real, and follow the rules- Can you say "OXYMORON?"

I watched her videos, getting room ready- know there soooo much more to it than shown.

I read her posts: dealing with parents, other teachers, ADMINISTRATORS (could be spelled menstruaters cuz regardless of sex most are PMS) not to mention, yes the STUDENTS! God love the students or there wouldn't be any teachers. THANK YOU ALL TEACHERS (who aren't perverts) for loving and caring about our children, the future, the world.

LOVE YOU

Keep on keeping on!

Mad as a Hatter

As the screaming is getting louder in the kitchen-

I am hiding in my computer room-
Of course I can only hear the volume and the anger because the words are in Hungarian.

I realize that some how this must be resolved or someone will have a heart attack or stroke- I'm sure it won't be GM because she is of sturdier stock than the rest of us.

I feel my heart beating faster than the words and that old spinal spasm is starting again. Darn, I thought that that was in the past and some pain would be forgotten.

Today was OK I thought. The Waterguy brought the new electric cooler. We had not decided where it would be put- Since he said outside wasn't an option (too much dust) I asked GM permission to temporarily put it by the front door. Remember, GM has the living Room and her own bedroom/sitting room. I made it clear it was temporary- Three times she said "whatever- you think" The waterguy and I kept looking and did not put it there. We put it where there had been a chair in the Family room-because we found a plug!

Two hours later GM is shouting at her daughter, my friend and companion, that I wanted to ruin her space- Now Going into the ancient history of ill gotten memories GM is still screaming at Aggie.

I guess the moral to the story is it isn't going to make any difference - damned if I do, damned if I don't- so maybe now I won't-

My Time transports...

My daughter, Jeanne, and her hubby just returned from a little Mexican Cruise on the Elation. (Yes, the same one that some husband killed his wife on recently)- post script- it was cheap

As it goes, time flies and they enjoyed their trip. They love to go to the little gamey things provided for entertainment-
Trivia- bingo- Newlywed games, etc.

She told me about the Newlywed game- they wanted the newest, longest, middle of the road couples. Somehow the oldest married couple was an Indian couple- a prearranged marriage from some 50 plus years ago.(NOW I AM NOT KIDDING) the host asked their names- His was Harry, hers was Krishna. Everyone laughed and the host asked if it was for real- it was. THEY did not get it.

The sad thing was trying to explain the inside humor to the Grandkids-
They didn't get it either!

Hodgepodge Lodge West of the Rockies

Wow! I am ever so excited- and then I read the actual words and perhaps they don't fit, but the the emotion is still quite profound! Thank you Ms. Nutwood, our esteemed blogger friend, Beth, for your award of the Silver Squirrel!

I'm so excited

(Look what you do to me)

I just can't hide it,

(You've got me burning up)

I'm about to lose control and I think I like it,

I'm so excited

And the truth is thank you very much it was fun. Reading and learning from Nutwood is a priviledge which I do not take lightly- Hodgepodge Lodge is a great title and we all should use it occasionally!

Ah ha- Twilight time- Nah not yet

Ok you all and me too- This was written to express WHAT I WANT LATER (NOT NOW!)

I never had so much trouble formatting anything before- Why? Who knows because the gremlins are out to get me? I used to write a little poetry now and then but sort of quit and when straight for the pun (it).

El crapito!!!

After all that work you can't read it!!!!

for those who wish to read it, here it is in "plain text" LOL

In the Twilight of My Years
Surround me with laughter
Never tears
Temper the memories with goodness
And no regrets
Pleasant thoughts and happiness-
Exit stage left-
Causing no one pain-
Joyful leaving not bereft!
Write this on my Epitaph !

And on a Lighter Note...

Since Moving Into this New (older) House....

Weeding has been a MAJOR job- still in the works...daily upkeep plus new areas of concern!!!

In the first weeks there was a bank of miniature bamboo and roses that needed work. I weeded and edged etc. etc.

Something growing caught my eye. I thought it looked familiar (because I read herb books) First of all it looked like a weed (it is) I plucked, but never could remove it all, because I wasn't certain.... I thought Mexican Epazote?

The second stand was DEFINITELY GRASS WEEDS but my grand-daughter Arielle and SIL, Bob, thought it looked cool! So I let it grow.

Yesterday, my daughter and I were sitting outside- I was laughing about the GRASS WEEDS- I said "if it were lemongrass I would be so happy!" I continued to say tomorrow I weed that area again.

THIS MORNING.... Ha- weeding- broke off a piece of the grass weed and ....(drum roll please) ta da! Lemongrass!!! and the other YES! EPAZOTE!!!

Thank you Gaia for providing me with a reminder that all can be well if we work on it!

Hello Self

Hello self:

I guess you've made everyone angry or disillusioned. Sign...Tears of pain, frustration and anger can only be voiced in solitude-

Can you learn not to flare into instant defense? Perhaps you should work on that one.

How can you voice your opinion without being attacked- Do others not have the same feelings at times? Oh, well...another lesson to be mastered.

Get a Life people!

She looks just fine- REAL- like a regular, wonderful, lady and Mother, which she is- Does someone want to challenge that?

Bird of paradise

Yes, I do feed the birds. Guess who has decided she doesn't want me to do that any more! Especially her favorite hummingbirds! Over the years I have given her beautiful hummingbirds. She loves them so much, Faberge Eggs, cut glass, stained glass, plates etc. all with her favorite motif- Hummingbirds. Nary a one has been unpacked. At her request the feeders were put up- now they need to come down- not happening- few pleasures of mine are left- so as long as I have money for seed and sugar, I shall share with my fickle feathered friends!

Coffee, Tea, a little arsenic?

To whom is may concern:

I really do not contemplate acting on my thoughts but they are so delicious! Especially with a fresh biscotti or scone!

Yahoo, and pass the ammunition! I have deleted permanently my very recent facebook account! It was not something I think is necessary in life. So sorry people, who cares anyway!

Perchance to Dream...

Dreams and reality are only separated by a thin, gauzy curtain. So are life and death. Squish your eyes just right and see what may be...

Personal Space

OK, world of the everybody knows everything, Internet, nothing is sacred-

I cannot take much more punishment of life. Why has whatever powers that be decided I should f*cking suffer forever and never have any peace and comfort?

I truly want to give up but I am to damn stubborn to do it. After all these years should this be the end of caring, helping, sacrificing? Trying to do what is correct and right- I AM NOT ALLOWED TO VOICE MY SENTIMENTS- TO SWEAR WHEN NECESSARY? To remain meek and self effacing in the "golden years" (that is a lot of crap)??? I do worry about what to do- but then, who but me can fix it?

Ohm for the Day

Ohm-ly because, I ohm for the day after day after day

Major GM "disagreement" last night. Very Painful- let us reflect on sunshiney warmth to melt the ice of frozen words

Life Layers

This image is layers upon layers. I always laughed at the image of life as an onion. It may be true, but can we not image life with a more serendipitous visual ( not to mention other senses!)?
I shall not peel away layers, but build upon them - adding lightness and clarity- and wonderous aromas!
Today I was disheartened by a wonderful group that had copycatitis- using lessons that should remain within a group. It cost many of us, older, not as dexterous, people to lose the ability of printing our lessons. How sad that something that brought such joy could be misused! So I say, I do, send love and harmony out over the inter-ethernet of life- wishing that some day all understanding of goodness and love fall like dew from the heavens upon us all-

Dear Michael

Dear Michael, ( I am being casual as you are someone of the people- all people)

I am an older, white woman (clarifying for the benefit of others- ha my one lone reader)

Please accept my heartfelt love for your desire to be a parent. You loved and gave love to children that were yours by whatever means, This I know is true. Your babies are your babies. I am so sorry that people, the press and pseudo-caregivers have decided to parade them and you through the dark waters of the muckraking community. It is undeserved, because your children are beautiful beings of goodness and light. They do not need to be scorned, defiled and questioned. I see their faces and look into eyes that you shielded as long as you could. So be it, now they have become a property of the press and damn the press to hell. May you know there are some people who would rather know your children are loved and cared for rather than torn apart by greedy, selfish bastards. I pray for understanding that you children may continue to grow into loving adults, innocent and god-given.

love from a mama,
Dannelle

Cheerios and Hot MIlk

Why....

oh why...

do CHEERIOS and Hot Milk stink like there is no tomorrow?

Why do old people eat leftover soup, juice, etc. with cheerios when there is bread or crackers?

I am gagging on the morning smell and have to wait until after dinner for the finale.

I ussed to like cheerios...oh well.

UFear

Having read and commented here and there on the fear factors in our lives, I should come clean with my own. I do not think about fear until it rears its ugly face and I hide, or more likely, totally ignore it (it is supposed to go away if you do that lol) So delving deep into the locked rooms of my mind castle, let's see:
1. Fear of being committed when not crazy- but I am, slightly crazy that is-
2. Fear of falling, especially on icy surfaces- since I did do that, breaking my femur and shattering my rotor cuff, both on my predominate left side- which caused me much pain and lost of job, income, health benefits etc. etc
3. Fear of being unmasked as the terrible person I am inside- you know that evil twin that lurks under the surface- (insert sinister laugh)
4. Fear of heights with water on side (not bridges) without guard rails-
5. Kids walking on ledges with drops on one side- related to #4

those are the baddies to me- take your snakes, bugs, vomit etc. they exist, they are gross but I am not fearful of them

I am not doing so good... Frigin' dying here!
GM from Hades going to do me in

Fuzzy Slippers

I swear by all that is fair and kind I do not understand how we become unlovely or stray so far from our balanced self!

Why can life take such a turn that we are bitter and accusing of our loved ones? Should one really care if the baby powder is moved two inches? Hoarding old stale coffee?

I love my coffee, it is an indulgence. I grind beans, fresh daily. If you want some, I will make a new pot. Name your flavor, I have several (not so much "flavored" as types of coffee, from medium to strong ). I, personally, cannot tolerate old, stale coffee. I throw out leftovers (rare in my house) after an hour. If I forget because I am busy, I do it later, but to drink it, ugh, not happening. The GM is taking to sneaking old coffee into old recycled yogurt containers. Surprise me!

She accused granddaughter of moving her Aspercreme- and nail polisher remover. She doesn't use nail polish and Viv has her own stuff.

Enough rant for today- gosh it feels good to LET IT ALL OUT- HA HA

(imagine this is animated- there are major prblems in cyber land today)

Argggghhhh!

And we aren't talking pirate here, except perhaps piracy! ELECTRIC BILL...Now, moving off the hill was supposed to be cheaper and more efficient, etc., etc. So how come my electric bill is now $685.00 and the water $325.00? huh? Talking social security here- I think I just want to puke.

So, new plan, no Air conditioning- kill off all of us older people and no green grass, let the landlord deal with it. Oh, and, SS didn't come in yesterday, hey government, it was the THIRD!!! So Haven't paid the rent either. Crap it is hot- practice for the hereafter?Hope not, I need water and air!

I am Nasty

The nice thing about sort of being virtually alone here

is I can say

"I REALLY AM FEELING SOME HATRED HERE"

My hate towards an nasty old fart of a person who is making my loved ones miserable- not to mention ME!

I know this isn't kind, tolerant, or loving but WHY can't there be a little give and take, we compromise, WHY can't the old fart do the same!!!!
She really looks like this, sunglasses and all! I lived through my mon I really do not want to do this now or ever-
I keep hoping she will die, not nice but true