Jun 21 2011
I did not get a new grill.
I did not get a new tie.
Just instead more reasons to cry.
Does sound like Dr Seuss,does it not.
Mike’s take on the Titanic
http://www.naturalnews.com/032…
Another just in from rense. A last minute addition to my last rambling rant for this week.
http://www.batr.org/wrack/0619…
Jun 18 2011
And yes I do realize there are ‘Gold Star Children’ who have lost Mothers, especially in these two long conflicts, not minimizing the fact that many of the women soldiers killed were possibly Mothers as they all were Daughters, Sisters or Nieces and Aunts, the greater numbers killed still in war are male.
CBS sought out a message with meaning for Fathers Day, that aired June 17 2011, and I totally agree with the one they found which among many messages it should send ties our long war of choice, Vietnam where this Country said it would remember the lessons of, to both current wars of choice, Afghanistan and Iraq, lessons forgotten five minutes after Vietnam and so many DeJa-Vu’s of then repeated with many enhanced and coming on faster.
Jun 22 2009
So, okay, we’re in what I call “car hell” and I haven’t talked about it much because, well, it gets all personal and detailed and all that. And, we’ll knock figure it out, like we always do, like we always have.
And now the PBS radio has on Bolero. lol. Dad loved that. That was our nod to “classical music” growing up. heh. Dad was a Barbershop Quartet champ.
Okay, so, cars. I… hmmm … I’m a Honda girl. I want another Honda. DH (Dear Husband in wwwmomland) is a Does It Run? How much $? guy. “Let’s limp along with it for just a little longer.” And, “damn, I could buy xyz with that amount of money!” And, “cars only DEpreciate (not like flutes which Appreciate).”
Okay, but dead is dead. Cars, I mean. Well, people too, sadly.
Jun 13 2008
I’ve always thought of my Dad as two different people. There was Dad during his drinking years, and Dad after he quit.
He grew up with alcoholic parents. His father would send him to buy bread, and his mother would make him take it back so she would have money for booze. He didn’t talk much about his early family life, only about the times he would live with his grandmother on the farm. Those were happy times for him. His grandmother loved him well.
My Dad was a real charmer. Six foot two, sparkling blue eyes, dark hair, and a wicked sense of humor, and grin. During one period when he was dating my Mom, they had a fight and broke up. Dad asked another girl to a dance during this time, and then him and Mom got back together. So Dad, being the honorable soul that he was, took them both to the dance. 🙂
Not long after my 20 year old Dad married my 16 year old, five foot two Mom they moved up to Michigan so he could get into the pipefitters union. Pretty soon my oldest sister was on the way, and Dad started drinking. Once he passed out in the hall in front of their apartment. Mom didn’t want the neighbor kids to see him in the morning, so she kicked the shit out of his ribs to get him up and inside. He woke up the next day not knowing what he had done to his sides, but they sure hurt. When they had 3 kids he blew out the pilot light on the oven trying to gas everyone. Mom packed up the kids and went to the train station. He came after her, and quit drinking for a little while.