Thursday, October 13, 2016


The scariest thing I can think of this Halloween is the coming election. 

I really dislike this man. He is an arrogant, narcissistic, megalomaniac who denigrates men, women, veterans, POW's, handicapped, a Gold Star family, Muslims, Latinos, blacks, immigrants, unions, the media, his opponent, her husband, his own political party, our military, and god knows who else. He is very negative and constantly puts down America, our political system, the Speaker of the House, and even Rosie O'Donnell. 

Donald Trump thinks he's a great deal-maker but he's really just a con. He thinks it's good business to short-change employees and businesses whenever he can. He's bankrupted four times! Does that sound like a good businessman? Does deducting a loss of nearly one billion dollars and possibly not paying income taxes for 20 years sound like a good businessman? Does avoiding paying taxes for roads and military and other taxes make him smart? Is that the kind of man you want in the White House picking taxpayer's pockets? I don't.

There are too many incidents for me to start mentioning so let me just say, "Google it!" 

Any time you read something I've written I don't expect you to take my word for anything. Google it. Look it up. Do some research. You have the world's encyclopedia at your fingertips. You're not a baby. Never take anyone's word for anything without verifying the information. You're a chump, if you don't. That's what people like Trump depend on. 

Nearly every woman has had a skeevy experience with an overbearing man who behaved inappropriately with her. I've experienced more than one occasion which was frightening so I know how serious this subject is.

When a man thinks he can jump a woman and take advantage of her and brags about it, he is a sleazy, little man. Trump is a sleazy little man with sweaty, little hands. He is bold and arrogant because he has money and thinks money can buy, or buy off, anything. He likes gaming the system. He's gaming you and me and if he wins the presidency we are all screwed.

How the heck anyone could think he would be a good leader and an excellent commander-in-chief I'll never understand. 

Trump projects an image of a bully. He could be playing hardball with the Sopranos but he does not belong in the White House.

This is the man who championed the birther movement even though it was a nonissue. It wouldn't have mattered if Obama had been born in a madrassa. He would have still qualified for president. His mother was an American.

Any naysayers seem to believe that Obama's mama hopped in a time machine after she gave birth to him in Kenya, then had a fake birth certificate that proved he was born in Hawaii because . . .  Well, I don't know the "because". Obama's mother could have never dreamed her son was going to be president thirteen years after her death. That's just crazy conspiracy theory crap.

Trump is the epitome of everything that is wrong with America. He is a whiny little bitch that doesn't have any concrete plans to help this country. He keeps saying in a braggadocio manner that he has the solution but he never maps out a plan to strengthen this country. He doesn't even understand how our government works. How could he govern?

Trump is too bored to prepare for the debates. What makes you think he will do the day to day duties a president has to do? He'll hire "the best" consultants to sit in for him and allow them to govern. That's why he chose uber-conservative, Mike Pense. Trump will come out and accept the credit for any successes he can tout but will quickly point blame to others if his administration fails. 

Mark my words!

Between now and the election, I might have to vent on my blog some more. 

I've got to convince my husband to vote for Hillary instead of a passive no-vote. I played the granddaughter card on him. I told him I don't want to live in a country that learns open bigotry and misogyny from a president like Trump. I want my granddaughter and other women to live in a world where women are treated with respect by everybody. Men are led by example. Our leader should have respect for everyone.

God help us all. 

That's all I've got to say about that ... for now.

Joann, Shannon, Alesha, Lon, Layla, Matt, Devan, Michelle, Kelly, 
Debbie, Chase, Barry, Diane, and Summer

Kelly and Troy
Piette and Paul
Brittany and Corbin


Remember to Vote


PBS 10-13-2016 Thursday 10:38 pm EDT

Saturday, October 1, 2016


I saw a sign the other day. It said something like "my life didn't turn out like I expected it to be" and I thought that pretty much sums up my whole life. 

I've been painting and cleaning up around the house. I'm trying to get Alice's room painted so she can have a cheerful place to play. I am a horrible painter and if it wasn't for Colt I would have never gotten started. One gallon of paint wasn't enough so I had to buy some more. I've never painted the walls any color except white so I was a little anxious about smearing the walls a jackfruit yellow. They turned out fabulous.

The grass seeds that Colt planted when he repaired the lawn is so thick I have to raise the blade on the lawnmower all the way. 

This has been a busy summer. I had been mowing Moma's lawn until she got a wild hair and bought a riding mower so I didn't have to do that any more.

I got to see Alice pretty often this summer and enjoy watching her develop and grow. She's a smart baby and has a great personality.

We didn't have any cookouts or do anything with the family this year. I miss that. We used to cook out at least one or two times a year when Daddy was around.

It won't be long before Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas. Whew ...
Three fourths of the year is gone. 

The presidential election is impending and everybody is on different sides. This is the most contentious and disgusting election of my lifetime. I hope to God everyone gets off their fat ass and go vote.

That's all I have to say about that.

Butch, Katy, Kim, Susan, Carol, Larry, Corbin, Gail, Melissa, Melody, Erin, Emily, Debbie, and Jesse

Resaca Rose


PBS 9-30-2016  Friday 11:45 pm EDT

Sunday, August 7, 2016


Ah, summertime! I'm relishing the heat. It feels like the sun warms me down to the bones. I've been taking antibiotics and I'm not supposed to get too much sun. 

Saturday afternoon I was going to mow but I was cleaning up a part of the yard instead. When I finally got around to getting out the lawnmower so I could check the oil and gas I noticed the cover for the air filter was missing. I found the filter laying on the ground but I never could find the cover for the box. I walked all over this yard, looking under bushes, and around anything that might have knocked off the lid. 

Today my son came to visit and cut some hedges in the front yard. I decided to rake under the bushes just in case I lost the filter lid in the front yard last week although I don't believe I wouldn't have noticed it being missing while I mowed the whole yard last week. I finally started raking on one side of the bushes while he cut them standing on the other side. I had forgotten that there are yellow jackets around there. They got after me and started stinging me. 

Colt told me to run to the house. I ran onto the carport and started looking for the ammonia and cotton balls I leave sitting on the fence for just this kind of emergency. The stupid yellow jackets were still following me and wouldn't quit stinging me so I had to run into the house. We trapped them in the washroom and I ran into the dining room. I made Colt go around to spray the yellow jackets but he said they were at the door and he let them out instead.

I was stung at least four times. Once on the hand. Once on the leg. And a couple of times on my torso. Every time I feel a twinge I jump, thinking I've been stung again.

Oh well, that's what I get for not thinking. 

I don't know what I'm going to do about fixing the lawnmower. Maybe I'll tie the goat outside.

I hope I have a better day tomorrow.

Ashley, Tommie Lyn, Pat, Pam, Myra, Nancy, Nancy, Brenda, Chris, Randy, 
Jonnie Bell, Gloria, Blake, Bob, Justin, Cole, Jerry

Susan and Bob

Back to School Time



peace out
PBS 8-7-16 Sunday 6:00 PM EDT

Tuesday, July 26, 2016


my monthly
Thank you for your kindness and patience in taking the time to peruse my weak attempts at humor or whatever you want to call my monthly ramblings.

I haven't been very forthcoming about my life and my family because it seems there is always too much drama. (Don't ask.) 

Did I tell you I hate drama? Well, I do. That still doesn't mean I don't cause as much as I experience. I say that to my shame. I have the manners of a billy goat and I'm not a peace maker. That is not my job. I don't have a job anymore.

I think I should get involved in politics. I'd have to be better than the politicians we have now. Am I right? 

I'm getting tired of everybody else going to Washington and getting rich making backroom deals. I figure I can run on the Honesty platform. Heck, most of those congressmen take a couple of years to become really corrupt (aka richer) and I'm such a dummy it would take me literally years to learn their tricks and the voters could vote me out by the time I become corrupted. Years, I tell you!

I miss having a period. Now I don't have an excuse to bloat and pout for a week. Strangely, I miss that. I also don't have a rage of hormones to course through me and engulf me in righteous indignation. Therefore, my flame is becoming dim. That's why I'm becoming a monthly.

If I could, I would rant and rage, but I can't do that anymore. I haven't felt as full of myself and as inflamed since I lost my daddy. I know that probably sounds stupid and I know it came completely out of left field but that's the truth.

When my daddy was alive, I wondered if he read my blog. I always kept a keen eye and tried not to say anything I shouldn't. My parents didn't like too much drama, either, although sometimes I have to wonder.

Anyway, I never did learn whether my mother read my blog except for the time or two I showed her something I'd posted. I didn't know if my daddy knew I could even spell, much less write until one time he asked me to write something funny for the old car club he belonged to that he wanted to share. I never did get around to writing that story for him.

My aunts read some of my stories and told me they liked them so they may have told Mama and Daddy about me. I didn't think they cared.

It's funny that you can be born in a family and feel close to one another and when the unthinkable happens and you lose a linchpin everything changes. That happened when we lost my father and I've seen it happen to families around me who have been crippled with pain and loss. It happens every single time someone loses someone they love. That's why I want to say be gentle and be patient. Their lives will never be the same and it takes some time to adjust to the rest of their own lives. Just hang in there. It'll get better. That's what they say. I'll tell you when it happens.

Between running to doctors and dentists and trying to maintain, our lives are very full right now. All in all, it's not so bad as long as you look on the bright side. I'll let you know when I see it. 

Take it easy.

Krista, Jeremy,Darrel, Athena, Connie, Jennifer, Christy, Nathan, Madison, Holly, Coven, Tristan, Evitt, Tillie





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