Bundle of lousy falls in heaps!

Ever hear the term “If it rains it pours” and “Feast or famine?” Well, these terms have been running through my life lately.  First, my son gets ill and doesn’t tell us then has to drop his classes and retake them on his own. Then the “newest car” we got last year we’ve been pouring money into it like it has holes in it! The latest charge? over $400 to replace the power steering. It is costing us more to rebuild it than we paid for it!!!

Feeling kind of low about this since my hubster got a case of the gray clouds once he got the latest charges. Just needed to blow this out so I don’t get as far down as he is feeling. So my newest term for the same ideas is “Bundle of lousy falls in heaps” … How’s that for a name!

Thoughts?

I thought electronics were suppose to make things easier! Now I have to carry a book around to handle all the new “Strong” passwords, phrases and codes for all my ATM cards, emails, vendors, banks, and other things that these things are required of us! Lady forbid that I transpose a number or forget to update the book each time I add or revise something. Passwords use to be 4 letters/numbers &/or symbols! Now they are 8+ and if you don’t do it right, you are locked out.  Sometimes I think we should get rid of all these devices and life would be so much easier!

There is so much more to us than you want to see!

Pagans, at least those who were of the smaller groups, seemed to see women as more than just a walking talking baby maker/milk cow. I have a mind, I want to learn, I am creative and can be fierce. Sure, I can actually go off and talk your ear off, usually people say I start in the middle and confuse them further by talking in circles. I can actually offer many great ideas yet since I have no support or back up, they just remain ideas. What am I? So much more than you realize.

The wearin’ o the Grin … er … Green

Just enjoying a Fairly nice day alone with my fur babies.  The sun is out, the yard is a doggy mud bath and I get to work on my writings and art with no one to bother me … at least until tomorrow if the hubster decides to come home early! And yes, I do enjoy St. Pattie’s day, even though it is the celebration of a man to rid Ireland of the Druids. I just take the day as an excuse to veg and enjoy snacks and movies. No harm in that is there? I am not celebrating what the guy did, nor the guy himself, just the fun of wearing green and having a day to myself to party. Just have a wonderful day OK?

When did this become a board to air hatred?

I was so happy that the election was over. No more hatred spewed on the hearsay of others … NOT There is a line to be drawn in the sand, do it another way!  Yes, I rant, but it is to get something off my chest, not to do a long standing grudge against a man who knows more about foreign policy and business than carrier politicians!  He is enforcing laws already on the books, not sending everyone back who has stayed within the letter of the law.  Those who are here illegally should either do the right thing and go through the process of becoming legal, not just saying because I am a poor little refugee that I have a right to come here without going through the proper channels.  The LAWS are clear. Those who blame him for enforcing those laws and say they want to leave because he got elected and is doing the enforcing should not let the door hit them on the way out.  I am sorry for this outburst, but I am getting tired of all the rhetoric which should be over and done with. Yes, you have a right to YOUR opinion but it should be an INFORMED opinion, not just spreading stuff that is what a preschooler would spread!

School daze …

I have (maybe) a chance to go back to college and follow a dream of mine.  There are two problems with this … Well, maybe more than two….  In the Dakotas or at least where I live, jobs are few and far between. Not to say there is not a need for trade skills such as nursing, electrical, construction and farm labor, but on my end the four I have listed I can not do or rather have problems with.  Nursing. I use to do in home care and helping those who were in the nursing homes. Problem here?  I tend to develop gastrial/intestinal problems when working with people who are ill (well, to be honest when I work around people in general). Electrical/construction. What some people find a twinge when touching anything electric, I find it hits me like a ton of bricks, and construction, my knees are bad, I don’t do well with heights and I can’t lift/carry anything over 35 lbs. 50 lbs max as long as it is a saddle or dog kibbles.  Farm labor? I am a 55+ year old white female. I still fight to find anyone who will hire me because I am neither male nor Hispanic.  So I choose a duel course in CAD-CAM and computer programing…  I am not being told that no one is hiring in those areas where I live (big whoop! As if anyone would hire me anyway in this town) and I have to work in a big city because I have to work at the boss’s won’t hire independent contractors due to the fact they want to keep the work as their own (As if I want to keep what I do for someone else!) so I am told that this is not for me. Problem is I have no interest in any other courses, and the guy I have been working with is less than enthusiastic plus hasn’t gotten back to me due to sever health issues!  I am signed up with the college, but not sure if it will happen… decisions, decisions! Not sure what to do next… Just saying.

A double passing …

People may think it is strange I am mentioning both a fur-baby and a human passing in the same post, but since they passed in that sequence over the weekend I will talk about both in this blog.

The fur-baby started out in Michigan where my husband found her at a local shelter. She was the runt of a box of kittens someone had dumped off for adoption/disposal back in 1999. She traveled with him back to California and ended up with mom as her companion in 2004. She ended up traveling with mom to the Dakotas with two other cats and out lived them by many years. She was around 18 when she drew her last breath at 729 am on Sat.

Cleo and his wife were responsible for us moving from New Mexico to the Dakotas, and they became great friends. Cleo ran a real estate business and Carolyn was his partner in the business. Both worked hard in the community who didn’t accept strangers. He had heart problems and Diabetes, which cost him both legs and many trips to the hospital.  He was also an unpublished writer for which I hope will not remain so since Carolyn was editing his last book and I hope will have published soon. He passed in his sleep last night.

We will miss them both.