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Vote for Obama in November!

He was totally trashed by the media who claimed he so lost the last debate.  Now the media is launching a whole new thing about tonight being crucial and everything weighing on it.  Crap.  If they want Obama in the trenches fighting dirty, it won’t happen although it would make much more interesting viewing.  He won the last election staying on the high road and my bet is, he’ll do the same this time around as well.

It’s easy to be trashing the incumbent when you have nothing  to lose.  Those who can, do.  Those who can’t, trash those who can.

Sure, the deficit is mind boggling.  Yes, there were bailouts everlasting starting with the banks.  What would have happened had he done nothing and just let them die?  Can you just imagine the public outcry?  Savings lost.  All money gone. What if he hadn’t bailed out the big two out of three auto companies?  (remember Ford didn’t need a bailout) There would have been a bloody revolution the likes of which you had never seen.

Jobs – where have they gone?  To China, of course and Mitt Romney is as guilty of having done just that along with countless others.

The economy is run by Wall Street and Wall Street is crooked and dirty.  Their only mantra is profit – mostly for themselves and secondly to their stockholders. Move manufacturing to where it’s cheap so profits jump on Wall Street and the CEO’s get bigger bonuses.


However, the economy is improving despite them.  People are spending more. Unemployment is dropping.  Everything is on the upswing.  The soldiers are coming home.  Broken men, to be sure, but they are coming home.  In Mitt’s world, they are part of the good-for-nothing-47 percent-leeches, along with all the other downtrodden.  Forget them.  Let them lie in the dirt and die.

God help them.

Vote for a president with a heart and a conscience.  Vote Obama.

BTW, these are my opinions and I’m not on anyone’s payroll.

October 16th, 2012 Posted by | Personal Opinions, politics | no comments

On Being A Grandmother

How did that happen?  I always, and in some respects still do, consider myself young.  When you’re young you can be a mother or an aunt but not a grandmother.  And, no matter what euphemism you use, be it Oma or Nona or whatever, you’re still a grandmother.  Therefore, I have decided my granddaughters who, from this moment on shall be referred to as my nieces, will call me Aunt.  Yes, they will.

They are all beautiful in their own way but the one who is stealing my heart is the latest one.  She is such a sweet bundle of joy.dancing kate at 2 months. I only hope her parents raise her with a lot of love and good manners.  Nothing is more off-putting than an ill-mannered spoiled brat.  When one of them visits, I can’t wait for them to leave and I feel like slapping the parents.

But I digress.

So, like it or not, the years go by, your children become adults, marry and have babies of their own making us grandparents.  The torch is passed.  They will follow the same route as have millions of generations before.  The circle of life.

Well, now that I’ve managed to depress myself, I think I’ll have a look in the freezer for that chocolate chip ice cream I’ve been eyeing.


September 13th, 2012 Posted by | Family | no comments

Vote for Obama

I still love Obama.  He did what no other president had been able to do – create a national health scheme.  Come on.  A country like the USA with no universal health care system?  An outrage.  Shame.  Little Cuba has universal health. Every other civilized country in the world has universal health.  There is literally no illiteracy in Cuba, either.  University is free.  Well, sort of.  A friend of mine explained it.  He went to university in the morning and worked in the sugar cane fields in the afternoon.  So, sweat equity.  Fair enough.

Why did Socialism get a bad rap?  Without some socialism you have a country without a heart.  Great if you’re the guy at the top of the heap calling the shots.  Anywhere else, you’re just a serf bowing to your master.

As much as I loathe killing, there is a time when it is appropriate.  It took Obama to hunt down bin Laden.  That should have happened at the very start instead of invading Afghanistan and dropping bombs.  You drop bombs on a nation because you’re after one man?  Cowards.  Feeling safe up there in your bombers shooting people at random.  Feeling good, eh? Powerful.  Might is right.  Cowards.

Obama is a  good man.  He works hard.  When there is a problem anywhere in the country, he is there to see the damage himself.  He’s there right away – not months later.  He keeps his nose clean.  He is admired all over the globe.  Lucky Americans to have a man like Obama at the helm. I envy you.  And his wife is equally awesome.  What a couple.

June 30th, 2012 Posted by | politics, Socialized Medicine | no comments

Let’s Talk About Hair

We all love it, spend a fortune on it, color it, trim it, wear it up, wear it down and all around.  Men lose it – women keep it.  Men admire a flowing mane.  Most men prefer long hair on their women so they can run their fingers through it.  But then, they don’t have to deal with it, either.

Now let’s talk about pubic hair.  Aha, I thought that would get your attention.  We girls get it when the hormones start pumping – in other words, puberty – and lose it when they stop – in other words, menopause.  In the time in between, we shave it, bleach it, pluck it – oh the pain we endure.  Why do we do it?  Why do women feel they have to be hairless.  Seems to me, the history behind it must be to prevent crab lice from making their home in a warm, moist place.  Crab lice.  Disgusting just to write it down.

Not just women, of course.  Every human has warm, moist places.

Oh, but let’s get away from lice, shall we? Read more…

June 20th, 2012 Posted by | Personal Opinions | no comments

My Cistern

For those of you city folks who don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s a tank, usually underground, that collects and holds rainwater.  My house is a century home.  In the old part of the cellar – the part with the dirt floor – is my cistern – a very deep tank.  Our guess is that it holds about 3000 gallons, maybe more.  Considering that  the ground is heavily stoned, I can’t imagine how this amazing tank was dug.  It must have been dug by hand.  It was, after all, at the turn of the last century – not this one.  Yet, it is perfectly plumb and square – the sides smooth and clean.  I have to climb up the side in order to look in the tank.  Then, with a flashlight, I can almost make out the bottom. In the old days it held the sole supply of household water.

That got me thinking.  What if a person accidentally fell in.  There would be no way out.  That person could scream and there would be nobody to hear him or her.  Unless you knew the layout of the cellar, you would not even know a cistern was there.  It’s that inconspicuous.

Alfred Hitchcock came to mind.  What a horror story he could weave around that very tank.

Our household water comes from a drilled well.  It gets pumped into the house where it gets filtered, softened and sterilized with UV lamp.  It tastes wonderful and I’ll bet it’s cleaner than bottled water.

But I digress.

We did not want to use our expensive water for watering the garden.  I had rain barrels but if it didn’t rain for a while they were empty and I had to go to the kitchen, fill up my watering can and water by hand.  During dry spells, that used to take me two hours or more.  We needed to connect the cistern and fill that beautiful tank with rain water.

Several thousand dollars later, we got our connection.  The reason for the expense, three trades – plumber, electrician, roofer.  Then we waited for rain.  Finally, only this morning, the rains came.  As I write, it is a slow and steady rain – the kind that soaks into the ground and makes our flowers smile.  It’s been raining for at least 5 hours and looking in the tank, it hardly covered the bottom.  It will be a long time before this tank is full.

Because our property is so large, we have three hoses connected to each other so as to get 150 feet of hose to water one side of the house.  When that side is done, I roll up the hoses and move to the other side of the house to water.

Now I know why country properties with no town water usually don’t have elaborate gardens, either.

The next thing I’m planning to do is installing the drip system so I’ll never have to water again.  I wonder what that costs?  Well, that’s for another day.  Right now, I’m happy with the way it is.

June 20th, 2012 Posted by | Environment, Life In Small Town Ontario | no comments