Tuesday, February 28, 2012

He insulted my country!

One of our presidential candidates seems to think it is okay to use false information to make a point against socialized health-care.
I don’t really care if you are for or against it, but I do care when someone uses false information to make a point! And it really makes me angry when this false information is about ...

Rick Santorum actually accuses my country of killing the elderly!!!

He also mentions that 10% of all elderly are being euthanized against their will and that old people wear bracelets that say, “Please don’t euthanize me!”

I truly wished that mr Santorum would check out the facts instead of just using a sleazy story once produced by Fox, to spike their numbers!
No, we don’t include Fox in our tv-channels, we prefer truthful news!

This presidential candidate doesn’t seem to think he might check his facts. Nor does he seem to understand international policies. Much of Europe has socialized medicine and he didn’t make any brownie-points for the USA with such a statement.

I hope he doesn’t start any false rumors about the Middle East, we might be in another war!

Rachel Madden mentioned in her talk-show, “The Dutch are not amused!”

No, and this man is not a good presidential candidate, he could get the USA in big trouble!

My parents are elderly and have received wonderful care from doctors and nurses during recent hospital stays. Also, a chairlift has been installed in their home a few months ago (part of socialized healthcare) so they can stay in their own home longer and be independent and happy!
A local doctor stops in unannounced now and then!

Now here is the REAL SCOOP!

Only terminally ill may request to be aided into a peaceful parting of this world. There are signatures required from: the doctor, the patient, and two family members.

Some people agree with this, others don’t ... it depends on your religious beliefs!

I know Dr, Kavorkian died in jail at the age of 83 due to his believes. Many people may agree or disagree if we have the right to aid a terminally ill patient.

But that is not what this is about! It is not about the right to die!

Rick Santorum uses Holland to fight against socialized healthcare, without learning the facts!
He is wrong, we don’t kill our elderly ... we care for them as well as we can and we promote independent living and dignity .... as long as we can. Only a small percentage ASKS for help to leave this life!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Mom's clothesline!

You have to be a "certain age" to appreciate this blog....

(But you YOUNGER ones can read about "The GOOD ole days"!!)

I still remember many of the rules, even though I have not used a clothesline for many years.


(If you don't even know what clotheslines are, better skip this.)

1. You had to hang the socks by the toes... NOT the top.

2. You hung pants by the BOTTOM/cuffs... NOT the waistbands.

3. You had to WASH the clothesline(s) before hanging any clothes - walk the entire length of each line with a damp cloth around the lines.

4. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always hang "whites" with "whites," and hang them first.

5. You NEVER hung a shirt by the shoulders - always by the tail! What would the neighbors think?

6. Wash day on a Monday! NEVER hang clothes on the weekend, or on Sunday, for Heaven's sake!

7. Hang the sheets and towels on the OUTSIDE lines so you could hide your "unmentionables" in the middle (perverts & busybodies, y'know!)

8. It didn't matter if it was sub-zero weather... clothes would ‘freeze-dry’. Don't bend them when you take these clothes down!

I broke my father’s arm once ... well, his shirt sleeve!

9. ALWAYS gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes! Pins left on the lines were "tacky"!

9 B . We had a long wooden pole (clothes pole) that was used to push the clotheslines up so that longer items (sheets/pants/etc.) didn't brush the ground and get dirty.

10. If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each item did not need two clothes pins, but shared one of the clothes pins with the next washed item.

11. Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the clothes basket, and ready to be ironed.

12. IRONED???!! Well, that's a whole OTHER subject!

(I didn’t write this poem, but it inspired me to write the blog.)


A clothesline was a news forecast,
To neighbors passing by,

There were no secrets you could keep,
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link,
For neighbors always knew

If company had stopped on by,
To spend a night or two.

For then you'd see the "fancy sheets",
And towels upon the line;

You'd see the "company table cloths",
With intricate designs.

The line announced a baby's birth,
From folks who lived inside,

As brand new infant clothes were hung,
So carefully with pride!

The ages of the children could,
So readily be known

By watching how the sizes changed,
You'd know how much they'd grown!

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;

Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It also said, "On vacation now",
When lines hung limp and bare.

It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged,
With not an inch to spare!

New folks in town were scorned upon,
If wash was dingy and gray,

As neighbors carefully raised their brows,
And looked the other way.

But clotheslines now are of the past,
For dryers make work much less.

Now what goes on inside a home,
Is anybody's guess!

I really miss that way of life,
It was a friendly sign

When neighbors knew each other best...
By what hung out on that line.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Life is not fair

When I was a child
I learned life wasn't fair
it made me mad
many times

Yet now
as an adult
I embrace the challenge

Because it is not fair for
YOU, and YOU, and YOU and ME
I am not the chosen one
but a student
of life
like everyone else

dealing with it
can be a challenge

so now,
coping with it,
even when it isn't fair

that I am no longer
a child

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Has your heart ever been in jail?

Or maybe it’s in jail right now? It kind of sucks, but you can’t make people love you back.
And YOU can’t love someone, just because they love you.

Or maybe you have a hopeless crush, that occupies your heart, so you can’t move on with your love-life. You have nothing, yet your heart is occupied, filled with love for somebody that might not even know how you feel.

The truth is, no matter how hard you try, you can’t make somebody love you.

A friend of mine is dealing with this issue right now. Her and her husband have been ‘working’ on their relationship. Actually, he is working on it. She still loves him with all her heart, even though he had a year-long affair and he now is trying to figure out, if he can still loves his wife ‘THAT WAY’ !

Let’s face it, if somebody has to TRY to love you ... has to WORK ON IT ... and tries to figure out if he/she still loves you THAT WAY, would you still be interested?

This is not the kind of LOVE I would want ... either you want to be with me, or you don’t.

For many people commitment is hard,

1. Do I love him/her enough?
2. Is this really it?
3. Fear of monogamy also enters the picture

Just remember, it is your heart and it should never be in jail

Saturday, January 14, 2012

We have a choice ... get pissed ... or learn to laugh at yourself

After the last kid was picked up by daddy, my race with the clock got started. It was 5:30 PM and my man would be home around 6:30 PM. First of all, nobody tells me that our dinner should be ready at that time BUT ME! And really I don’t have to cook, he would be happy to do it. Or we could have left-overs.

But no ... I have something in mind I want to fix and I have one hour.

It was a long day and it was a hard day and this dinner will be good!

I race upstairs to the kitchen and grab two frying pans. Then into the garage, grabbing a bag of frozen Tilapia fish from the freezer. I run upstairs to the next floor, where in a spare bedroom I have all my herbs and pepper-plants. I get all the herbs I need and a perfect bell-pepper.

I have to pee, but I don’t have time. I start the meal. And I throw a load of jeans from the washer in the dryer. Back to the kitchen. Cutting, chopping, grabbing things from the fridge.

The cold water makes me have to pee more, but I don’t have time ... hurry ... keeping an eye on the clock.

Feeding the cats, letting the dog out. Fish is thawed, drying it off with paper towels.
Fry it fast for 2 minutes, turn it over ... place herbs and lemon slices on the fish, cover!
Last minute additions in the other pan ... fresh tomato and spinach. I am winning from the clock!
Pouring wine ... I sneeze ... WTF ... just peed in my pants, just a little, but still! Holding it too long!

I run into the laundry room and throw my pants in the washer (don’t wear panties), put on PJ-pants. I look stupid, but who cares.

This is where I discover I forgot to turn on the dryer. My son told me that multi-tasking doesn’t work! Is he right?

Glass of wine ... I sit down ... I am wiped out.

The garage door opens.

He walks in and hugs and kisses me. It feels good and he smells like fresh air. He opens the frying pans on the stove and says, “I thought we stopped buying that fish, because we didn’t like it.”

The word WE is a good word, but in this case it means HE doesn’t like it.
I always laugh it off, but right now I am so pissed I want to scream. Did I know and forget he doesn't like THAT kind of fish?
I just know that we don’t eat enough fish ... period!

Yes, we do fight ... every passionate couple fights ...
Experience tells me that I am not in any shape to win this one and I don’t have the energy for make-up sex, so what’s the use?
It’s the little things in a relationship that can make you flare up at each other. When you are exhausted it gets a whole bunch worse.

The outcome?

We eat all of it ... he likes the flavors. He thinks it is funny I peed in my pants.
He has a beer with his meal, and I have wine.

And I realize, that this would have made a very funny sitcom.