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Help I am drowning in Junk! GLUB GLUB! I am looking around my house and have come to the conclusion that I am in the wrong house.  I must have just wondered in off the street and someone hit me in the head and I have amnesia now.  I do not live in this sea of boxes, and garbage bags.  It is not possible that I would do this willingly.  That my Tub in the spare bathroom would be full of stuff that is unusable.  Lamps that do not work, not to mention have no lampshades……someone must have put this stuff here to confuse me.

That is all I can see, because why would anyone put an unused, broken Stereo receiver in there? Or Old coffeepots that have broken elements, or a box of old cell phones?  It is just a ruse to get me to clean them out of there…..yep that is it.  I have amnesia, so I am not sure I know what to do?  Clean it out and do what with it?  They are holding me hostage in a god forsaken place out in the wilderness on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere in a place called Arkansas.  They don’t even have regular trash trucks out here, it is not like the city…..Oh I remember what Trash Trucks look like they are usually big, and usually Green and they go “UMMMGGRRRRUGGGclank,PSH!” when they eat all the trash you put out.

Not in the place they are holding me, they have a guy who looks kind of like Barney Fife, and a 1/2 ton truck with a makeshift wooden box on the back…..And he jumps out with such vigor, and runs to the Trash Cans and tosses your bags in the back……and counts how many you have.  Yes he counts to make sure you have no more than 4 because out here you apparently can’t have more than 4 or they will charge you more.  Oh there is a list of things they won’t take too……that is why it is in the spare bathtub!!!

And to add to the matter cleaning out closets, cabinets, and even drawers has accumulated several more boxes and bags to put these things into a yard sale.  Oh do not worry friends it won’t be here at this place that is holding me hostage…..it will be a my friends house closer in town sometime in this month before it snows.  I could put out NEON signs about a yard-sale out here and no one would dare to wonder down that road…..I live 7 miles off the main drag back in the woods, off the asphalt road, 2 more on a dirt road. We should put up signs to watch out for the Lions, Bears and Deer…oh my. But in the meantime I am left with the sea of boxes and bags, and amnesia because I forgot which box the stuff I am keeping is in???does anyone know?  Please help me?

Have a good day

Storyteller

I have been busy, I have been on Facebook trying to catch up.  I signed up on it months ago and never did do anything with it.  I don’t know if it is me but there just isn’t enough hours in the day anymore.  It seems that all I do is stay on here at the computer with not much work getting done.  That is on the days I can stay on here.  I just keep thinking that it is because I have Dial up service instead of DSL. 

It just might be wishful thinking that it is because of my service, and not that I might have  the attention span of a gnat.  Oh that is an interesting word….you see that GNAT that is such a weird looking word.   I would really like to speak to the folks that designed our language, and ask them “What you just ran out of ideas for the words we use?”  That brings us to the word of KNIFE, what is that?  Why not just write it just like it sounds…..NIFE  that is so much easier and it rhymes with Wife…..Oh there we go another one RHYMES what is that? Does the H in that word have anything to do with the word or the Y …..why is the Y in there?  I think it should be RIMES…..that would be just as easy.   How about the word GYPSY that would be changed to GIPSIE there that is easier too.  The Y wasn’t of any use in that word anyway, see there are a lot of words that we could change.

And to make matters even worse I find that there are words that I really do not use at all or ever have…….probably because I can’t figure out how to put them in an actual sentence to use them.  Like the word GYVE  not only is it a weird looking word if we change the spelling  it changes the meaning totally.  Boy what a dilemma our language is so messed up.  That word GYVE -definition is  Shackle or fetter , especially for the leg. Great word as it is for the Scrabble game but if we spell it the way it sounds then it becomes ordinary GIVE which means something totally different.   Just don’t know how we can fix this,  but I know that the Dictionary used to be just the dictionary and now there are so many different kinds of reference books to our language.  I still think they only make up new words just for the Scrabble game…..I say that because that is the only time I use those words, when I want to baffle my opponent in scrabble and make them look up the word.  I like saying “I told you so, I told you it was in the dictionary”

 That is it folks, I am calling a meeting in Washington for an overhaul of the English Language immediately!  Forget the health-care system we need a Language CZAR….and while we are at it, I am putting it on the floor that it be called the North American Language, we are not English any more and haven’t been since the Pilgrims’ left England.  What do you say are ya with me?

Have a great day, hope I made you giggle

Storyteller

I have just realized that I am old, I do not know when it happened and I do not know how it happened. But I had another birthday in July…I am now 51 and I am really starting to feel it all over.  I see the gray in my hair, and grab the hair dye…just realized I have been doing that since I hit 30, now the color won’t take as well as it used to.  I used maybe 2-3 bottles of hair dye a year back then. Now I might as well buy stock, so the dividends can pay for the amount of hair dye I use in year.

Now back at the beginning of summer I decided that the Kitchen in my home needed to be painted.  I will explain a little so just bear with me, I live in a very roomy trailer nestled in the woods out away from town roughly 10 miles back on a dirt road in rural AR. It was a repo trailer we were renting, well we bought it last October just before I lost my job at the chicken plant.  Ironic isn’t it! 

Well now we had lived in this trailer for years and the Landlords liked us and knew we were dependable and on time with the payments so we did a lease purchase and get the land too…not a bad deal.  But in all this time I had never been a stay at home kind of gal, I was always working, being truck drivers we were away a lot of the time.  We only came home 4-8 days a month, I would do  regular   light cleaning as soon as we would get home and shopping for food, then do everything else to get ready to go back out. 

I hired a gal to come in to do major cleaning while we were gone every 2 weeks.  She would do the scrubbing down, vacume, major dusting, curtains and wipe down the walls and such. She did a pretty good job. And 2 years ago we got off the truck to work local. And we are now home, all the time.  He got his job at the Quarry, and I got mine at the plant and then lost it, now I am looking at the walls which are ugly…because I am now looking at them all the time.  Dirty, Dingy, and UGLY the kitchen had a print on that washable old wall.  We had the Floor taken out and totally replaced and put those self stick tiles down(that’s another story all it’s own) so the kitchen had to be done the walls do not match the floor.

Since I am working Part-Time I have time to paint so I proceed to get the paint and take on this monster to slay.  My Kitchen is huge, I did not realize how big it was until I had to paint the ceiling which took 3 coats of Killz. So my neck was hurting from looking up, and my shoulders from the activity, then I also have carpels tunnel syndrome in my wrists (both of them) have had it for years.  My wrists resonate pain up into the elbow that has tennis elbow.  Don’t know how I got that working at the Chicken plant, haven’t played tennis since I hit 20 years old. From the elbow it shoots pain, both arms mind you up into my shoulders which were already hurting anyway….well it seems that it was too much for my system to handle and my back muscles were having sympathy for the shoulders which were screaming at the wrists to KNOCK IT OFF!!

So being stubborn to not give into the pain I am feeling I proceed to paint, and paint and paint, and do a section at a time in the course of a week and My wrists rebel for several weeks. I have now used 3 gallons of paint, 6 rollers, 2 disposable trays numerous throw cloths, and eaten two bottles of of 50 tabs each of the all day pain killers which aren’t…….and now the wrists are swelling, my knees are swelling, and bruised from being down on the floor, my arms hurt, my shoulders hurt, my head hurts from bumping it on the underside of the counters or cabinets, and I have now got a stabbing pain in the center of my back which now is shooting pains down into the knees which are flattened from being down on the floor……OUCH!!! my foot is cramping too!!

Oww,clomp,oww,clomp,clomp that is me trying to walk to the shower to get the paint out of my hair, off my face and I do not dare touch anything because it seems I am wearing as much paint as my walls are. I think the paint lid is gone, I can’t find it anywhere and I look down it is stuck to my calf where my sock is stuck to my skin!!

Now this was the point at which I decided I am too old for this crap and I am not done yet…OMG  I have to paint all the Cabinets too I am tired of wood paneling cabinets  in the kitchen. Well at least I don’t have to worry about falling too far to the floor and I do not need a ladder just my step stool. I wonder how many bottles of Alieve I will need to get when I finally get to paint the Living-room which is just as big as the Kitchen?  That is how I realized I am old, And my better judgement says to call a painter to avoid all this hype.  Martha my hat is off to you, you are a better woman than I am.

hope you all got a giggle

just another one of my true stories!

   I am so sick of being sick, I stay here and cough, and sneeze, wheeze, and just plain want to go back to bed and hide my head.  But then if I do that it means I am giving into being sick!  I can’t lay down flat anyway, because I start coughing as soon as my head hits the pillow.  So as you can imagine I kind of look like the walking dead.  My eyes are red and puffy not to mention watering.   I hate being sick, I am going to the doctor tomorrow morning, so I made myself get up and get cleaned up, do my hair and put on clean clothing.  

I stripped the bed down and took all the sick sheets to the washing machine, and then proceeded to spray the bed down with Lysol.  As if that is going to kill the germs that  the old man  and I are sharing and swapping back and forth.  That is when I decided that I am spraying the old man down with Lysol when he gets home.  I will meet him on the porch with the wild berry Lysol and he is toast!  The bug he brought home is going to die this afternoon, and then I will feel better.

So with that already decided I proceeded to make the bed up with new sheets, all fresh and crisp.  Then I started to pick up all the stuff left laying around for the past couple of days, and got moving on stuff that had to be done.  Then I decided to Wash my Tennis Shoes, that is always entertaining.  I had 3 pair that needed to be washed, the one pair still had blood on them from when I worked at the Chicken Plant.  And I really liked those shoes, they were so comfortable and I know I ruined them when I wore them to that job. 

I had to wait until I got the other 2 pair dirty to be able to wash them all together.  You know the water consumption thing, and the green planet and all.  I couldn’t wash them in cold water though I had to use hot water to get the stains out.  I stand there and watch them get wet and sink, thinking cool this will work.   Not—they come back up to the surface and then I watch them get tossed around as the agitator does just that agitate them and bully them around.  They kept coming to the surface and I thought how in the world are they gonna get clean?   So I stopped the washer and took the time to push each one down into the water with no mercy!  Each filled up with water and sunk to the bottom and I thought I had it under control, which would be the only good thing to happen today. 

I started the machine back up, already exhausted from the activity.  You know I am sick so I am feeling pretty puny.  And this activity made me break a sweat, drowning your sneakers should be an event with cheerleaders involved. With them now sopping wet,  the machine did it’s thing and I then put them into the dryer!  LOL my dog started growling, she must have thought someone was breaking in.  She started to bark, and the hair went up on her neck.  The racket they made inside the dryer was actually loud and  I cringed.  But you know it is hard to get those sneakers to stay in the dryer when there are more than 2.  I had 6 of them inside the dryer just banging and opening the door, trying to get out.  So I got out the Duct Tape and ripped 2 medium length strips and proceeded to tape the door shut.

It worked good enough to allow my sneakers to get dry, now I will have nice clean shoes to go to the doctors. But I do realize how bad this is that washing my tennies was the most eventful, entertaining thing that happened Monday.  So the next time you or your children are sickly, try entertaining your self or them by washing the tennies .  And don’t forget the Duct Tape.   Hope I made you giggle! 

I was at work saturday at my Part-time job,  with my sniffles, cold medicine fog and big heavy sweater. I am sick……Hug Me…… People coming in were put back by my outrageous cough, and saying snide remarks!  Like  “smoke another one”….. OMG I work in a tobacco store.  What did not occur to any of these people who had something to say was that they have a worse cough than I do.  And some of these people buy Cartons every 2-3 days…….And they say this to me???   And yes I am a smoker.  I do not have a problem with smoking, I have a Cold or the Flu…the jury is out on this one. 

I was trying not to breath on any of these people because I really don’t want to spread the love around.  But as I am not getting any help from anywhere financially I had to be there.  Now the ones who came in the door saying things yes I made sure to breath or sneeze on their money that was given in change.  And if they were paying for their bad habit in the form of a Check I made sure to run the check through the machine stamp the back and then the front over where they initialed it, Sneeze on it and then lay it down in front of them so they had to initial it again on the line>>>>>ha-ha!

Now the ones paying in the form of a credit card or debit card had no choice but to hand it to me, and yes they cringed when I sneezed or reached for a tissue.  So they got the germs anyway for not having cash to pay for their bad habit. 

Then there were the people who had a different form of illness than I do.  Of which I have now been exposed to, Thank you very much!  This is just great, at this rate I will never be well again, and my doctor will now think I am a hypochondriac if she doesn’t already.  I am supposed to go this coming week to get blood work done, and I can not get out of it my blood pressure medicine is going to run out.  I would much rather have the NyQuil than the metoprol, but she won’t see it that way, so I guess I will just curl up on the couch with a bottle of Rock N’ Rye and sweat it out. 

But that may be the death of me since I am sweating at intermittent intervals with this sickness.  I am Sick….Hug Me,   I couldn’t even complain at work, no one felt sorry for me, they just went straight for the Lysol can I had sitting on the counter, so I  would not forget to disinfect the counter and register so the other girls won’t catch it.  They will kill me if they get sick.

All I really need is a HUG, and no one will accommodate me, not even any of my friends that come into the shop.  I think it is the big sweater that I am now wearing that is the turn off to hugging your fellow smoker who is sick.  It makes me look fat,  I would think I would be able to get someone to hug me, my old man won’t even hug me and he is the reason I am sick!  Boy I will tell you this really bites, No Hug, No sympathy, Not even Chicken Noodle Soup, I can’t get anything I need right now.  Oh I have to take that back I guess, one good thing did happen on Saturday.

I actually had a knight in a shiny new Audi come into the store and listened to me complain because I couldn’t get anyone to go and get me a cup of ice for my Pepsi.  See I was there on the 9 am - 7 pm shift by myself, all by my lonesome, no break, no lunch, no sit down and rest time. And he listened to me say “sure wish I had some ice”  and then he said “do you have a cup?”  I wasn’t sure where that would lead so I was hesitant and he asked me again.  “Yes I do, why?”  He then proceeded to tell me that he had a bag of ice in his trunk.  I started jumping up and down like a little kid that got a puppy!  Ice, cold ice for my Pepsi, AHHH! Yippee!  There was no one else around so I darted out to the guys car and he opened it and gave me some ice.  That was so nice of him to do that, and I thanked him with a Hug!   It was a win win situation.  I WIN  I got Ice and the Hug I so desperately needed, I sure hope he didn’t get sick. 

Hope I made you giggle!  Have a good day.

Fall ….and the recipe books come out of hiding and are dusted off.  Everyone is looking for new ways to help get rid of the Squash, Zucchini,  Pumpkins, Apples, and other assorted goodies that are left from the growing season. Or they are starting to plan ahead for that Thanksgiving Dinner they are going to be preparing soon.   I had a limited childhood, as far as vegetables go, the only things we ate were what the stepfather liked.  Now don’t get me wrong it was a pretty good selection, but as an adult I found a wider range of items.  I never knew how to cook things like Squash because we never had it. I also knew nothing about how to cook soup beans, or navy beans.  Somehow I did not know they grew in feilds and were harvested, that they actually had to be picked and dried.  Dried beans I  never knew how good this could be. 

 And lets not even mention that I did not know you could make a concoction of pan drippings (usually  from sausage or bacon) add  flour and milk and make a creamy good sauce to put over a biscuit!   It is a white sauce not the red kind.  Oh and may I say that while I was growing up and helping in the Kitchen, I thought a biscuit came from a box with the name of Jiffy Mix.  Or they came out of a cylinder with the name of Refrigerator on them.    I am from mainly an Italian household if that helps to clarify anything, if it didn’t  have a sauce on it we didn’t have it.   My mother would try to accommodate her tyrant with Meat and Potatoes cooked in variations of Italian marinades.   And there was always the old standby of stew w/ puffy dumplings, Chili, Soups, Pot Pies, and  always room for Turkey w/ Stuffing.  

Sometimes she would lie about it and say to all 5 of us children, “You’ve had this before, I just haven’t made it in awhile.”  We always knew when she said that we were in trouble, she was trying out a new recipe on us the scapegoats!  We knew, but we never let on that we knew, because she may have found a good recipe this time.  Do not get me wrong, my mother was a good cook, she made killer potato salad and macaroni salad and was into baking, cakes, and frosting, pastry and so on.   And that could have been attributed to her father Bill, my grandfather.  He was a pastry chef, and owned a couple of Bakeries.  I remember he was a great cook, and I still use some of our family recipes like  Lasagna, and Baked Ziti, and also his recipe for Italian Butter-cream Icing.    But there really is such a variety out there that women everywhere should have access to all there is, and never be afraid to ask for help.  I didn’t ask because she would have nothing nice to say to me about wanting to get away from the Italian (her) way of cooking. 

It was when I met my now ex-husband that I was exposed to the Country cooking through his mother.  And that woman could cook!  She taught me a whole new world of ways  to fix all kinds of items.  I learned about Biscuits (Cat Head Biscuits) and Red Eye Gravy, Soup Beans and Cornbread served with a chunk of Onion. Chicken n’dumplings, Grits, and  How to make country ham.   Then I was introduced to her relatives and  they all cooked, and had great recipes, and they shared from a group called Easter Star.  OMG!!  I found out about the world of information that wasn’t even on the Internet back then.  I am talking this was 20-25 years ago.  And It is all inside my head, all of it !! there are a few recipes that are on paper, but I can reference them when needed. 

I was one of these people who could watch and learn or so I thought I could.  My ex-husband at the time being newly wed was a good sport….he was a good man.  I tried one night to make country ham, biscuits and gravy and other things,  the other things was easy.  But let me tell you about my poor try at the rest!  It was funny now that I think about it.  The biscuits looked like hockey pucks, and they were actually flat and black. If I had thrown one I would have killed someone!  NOT Kidding.  The gravy ended up lumpy and resembled wall paper paste, actually the spoon stood up in it .  And that country ham, I later found out that you have to soak that stuff in cold water for a bit to take the salty taste out of it……If you don’t it is like opening up the salt container and just chug-a-lugging it….I kid you not!  

I know the man loved me because he ate it!  I took a bite and thought to myself I just wanted to die….eating that meal would have done it. I made him stop eating it, and we went out……and so did the meal.  It took me a good year of try and try again, with the help of his mother to master gravy and real from scratch biscuits.  I am good at it a real pro now  20 years later, I even know how to make chocolate gravy, so practice helps.

It must be true what they say ”The way to a mans’ heart is through his stomach” because every time I make food to take to some function I always get a proposal.  I guess I will worry when I do not get any proposals anymore.  By all means get out a favorite recipe and share it with others…..It might bring a new friend into your midst, or it may make its way into a newspaper, or just into an acquaintances recipe box.  But you will never know how much that recipe is worth, if anything it may mean the world  to the person receiving it.   Hope you had a giggle, and have a good  day!

Tonight as usual I was awakened by my dog sitting at the side of my bed staring at me and very low whimpering.  This is becoming an event almost every night, I do not get to sleep all the way through the night. It doesn’t matter that she went out prior to us going to bed, she goes out at around 8 PM and we let her back in at 10 PM and we turn in…some nights she wakes me up before 2 AM.  I am not adjusting to this being home at night anyway,and now she is becoming a pain!  My boyfriend tells me that she never did this to him when I was working at the  plant on the grave yard shift.  I can only assume that there is a reason that she is doing this, I sure wish she could talk to me.  And then I am not sure about that either.  She would probably be more of a pain if she could talk, I can only imagine what kinds of stuff she would tell me.  Then again when I sit here and think about it, that would come in handy.

She could tell me  who was in the house while I am gone, because I have suspected that items are missing.  You know that I get that vibe that someone has been there while I was gone more often it seems.  And now that I have the Freezer, I have noticed that items seem to disappear.  While I wasn’t cooking every day while I was working  grave yard  the freezer wasn’t as full as it should have been.  And then there are the times that I would go to the cabinet thinking I had something I was going to fix for dinner, only to discover that I was out of whatever it was. And then to add to this dilemma I would put it on the list, and go buy the item only to find out when I arrived back home and went to put it away>>>>I already had that item!    But it wasn’t there 2 days ago when I needed that ingredient in a recipe. 

Just like Cigarettes are disappearing, I can leave a loose pack laying on the table and count them.  Go out to town, do my errands the old man is at work, I have no children here in the state I live in, and when I get back there is a couple of cigs missing.  Also our large jug for change, it has been going down and we keep adding to it, it never gets past the mark on the side.  If anything it goes down and neither of us has cashed anything in.

OMG I am sure that someone has a key to the place, and they get past my dog who is very protective of her home and us her family.  She won’t even tolerate anyone coming on the porch to leave a package for me on any given day.  I have to hold her back by her collar if I have to answer the door for any reason.  The Electric Company worker won’t get out of his truck to check the meter if she is outside…….She is a Watch Dog and all I have to do is say “Guard the House” she goes into Super Guard Dog mode.

I am not senile and do not even go there, I may be disorganized, and be bent and twisted in my thinking but I am not senile at all.  I think I would know, and if I didn’t know someone would tell me.  But then I couldn’t trust them either because they might be the one getting into my house.  I know this is so strange, I cannot even believe it.  How can I make myself so paranoid?? I really don’t know, I can’t believe that  I am thinking about all of this stuff at 4 AM.

Then I remember that Oprah Show I saw once about a woman who was getting into the neighbors house and staying there most of the day.  She would eat and drink what ever was in the fridge, watch TV and be snoopy just because she could.  I am not kidding she did this almost every day while her neighbor was at work, and the one who was being invaded thought she was going crazy literally.  It was going on for 3 years, I cannot even imagine that.  I guess I don’t have to because I think that is what is going on here, and I need a video camera.   The way the one lady found out about this was she finally put in a hidden camera, and caught it all on film.

The one who was doing the invading said that when she would go back in she would replace what she was eating and drinking as if that was OK!  Oh I just made you think you were nuts but I replaced what I used so don’t prosecute me….OMG!  And when they asked her why? why she did this in the first place?   Her answer was that she needed to get away from her own family, mostly her children!!!!  I don’t know if it is just me but if my children drove me to the point that I wouldn’t want to be in my own house they would be in trouble with a capital T.  I would have disciplined them with no mercy! and regained control of my house rather than take the risk of going to jail with all the degenerates that are in our jails.  But that is just me, and now I am tired, I am going back to bed.  Have a nice day and think about it…….Do you know your neighbors?

OK here is the scoop, I took a part-time job.  It has been a month since I have worked and now they are making me  appeal my unemployment, they are making me fight for the morsels that they will throw at me….  Yep so I outwitted them, I took a part-time position at the local tobacco store, which makes me eligible for my partial unemployment>>>HAHA  I outsmarted them! 

It would  be 2-4 more weeks worth of worry if I did not take the job.  I have bills to pay just like everyone else, and I like to eat.   The job is a great one since I am a smoker, and I get to smoke inside the store.  No more going outside to smoke in the  100 degree heat, wind, rain,and the future  hail, and muck….I like that aspect of it.  I will be alright now, because I will get to see all my old buds from the chicken plant.  I had applied for the job a long time ago, at least 3 different times I put in applications.  I did not realize how many of  the displaced workers  come into the store almost daily.    They actually say to me ”at least you got a job”, and then we chat about how the Chicken Plant  LIED to everyone in the town, and the lies told and printed in the  newspaper. 

They told the paper that all their workers would get a severance package if they worked there longer than a year to start with, and the ones who were there over 10 years or more were supposed to get a good severance  package for their longevity.   “LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE”  They told that LIE  so that everyone would stay until the last day, so that all their employees wouldn’t walk out.  NO ONE GOT A SEVERANCE PACKAGE with the exception of the Bosses!  The CEO  and Upper level Administration.  Other than that it was a free fall into the world of the unemployed, uninsured, and under-medicated.

So starting my new job last Thursday was good for me, I needed to get out of the house anyway.  It is one of the easiest jobs I think I have ever had, and probably will ever have.  It was really busy Friday which I expected, but it was busy Saturday also.  I have concluded that it might be a sign of the recession we are not in, people are smoking a lot, and it is because they can’t afford to go anywhere.  Or maybe they are really trying to commit suicide in a way that they can smoke themselves to death and won’t have to be here for the recession we are not in. 

I know I am bent and twisted, but it seems that we cannot escape the fact that times are hard, and they are hard all over.  That is unless you are a suit and tie, or a CEO, or a Part of the upper eschelon of society.  If being there means I would have to give up my cigs…..forget it,  I won’t do it.  If being there means I would have to lie to the workers who are just getting by, I can’t do it.  If being part of the party means I have to leave one of my comrades behind because they have no control, I can’t do it.  I for one would stick to my fine feathered friends like the dander that I am made of.   I would have to have a solid offer of at least 1 million to even consider the lie.  What can I say I have morals, and ethics. 

There are a number of people who come in and talk about the way things are all over, and they are like you and me just shaking their heads and wondering where it all will end up.    And they also wonder what will happen to our town without the Plant, and talk about the politics of the upcoming election. 

I wonder what does the average joe the plumber have to do to get the people who are running things to stop.  I would like to see Joe the Plumber go off his rocker, running in the street screaming and waving his wrench in the air.  Oh that won’t work they will just think he is practicing for Halloween.  You know what I think I just figured out why the elections are held so close to Halloween>>>>>>It is so we won’t know they are just kidding, with all the campaign promises, and wishes.

But I think that the American People are just a little smarter than that, how much  smarter seems to be debatable.  I have faced it that nothing will be done and nothing will change, no matter who gets into the White House.  You all know I am right, they make all the projections, promises, and still the poor are stuck and the rich don’t know how many houses they own, or even if they have ever lived in the houses.  I think that is just plain STUPID!  UGH!  How can you not know that you own 7  houses most of which are ESTATES……Give me a break. 

Oh I guess if your wife handles everything then you wouldn’t know, because you suffer from Alzheimer’s anyway.  Or is that just selective memory??   Does Ronald  Regan ring a bell with anyone???  It does with me. Does anyone remember Star Wars, and Sky Lab, and ET and the fear of being attacked from outer-space?   I am more worried with being attacked by the folks in the inner-space we all share.   I have listened to all that come in  to the store.  They are worried, but all say they will be Voting.    I KNOW I AM VOTING, I am writing in  a candidate.  I am going to vote for  Wylie Coyote, or TAZ  I am undecided but I have no doubt in my mind that I am voting for one of them……I am so confused.  I don’t feel alone, the customers at the store are feeling it too.  They talk about all of it.  I think I like my new part-time job afterall, for now I will have to.  Have a good day all! 

WOO-HOO!!  I AM SO GLAD TO SEE OUR GAS IS COMMING DOWN FOR THE MOMENT.  Party!!  Yep there are people up here where I live that are actually throwing parties to celebrate the change in gas prices…… I HAVE BEEN TO 2 ALREADY! and have been invited to 3 more. The most recent invitation takes place on Saturday  with the stipulation that the party will be on as long as prices are below $2.80 a gallon.  They are saving money on gas to buy food again so they want to share the new found freedom….

But not me I want to throw caution into the wind….If my memory serves me correct this is what happens before the storm….It comes down right before it jumps a $1.  This time it will be a $2 jump, I just feel it in my soul…..I keep telling them not to get carried away, with parties that have a lot of beer and ribs, and stuff they couldn’t afford before the drop in Gas.  Snacks and Pop, even fancy cakes  and spending the money they don’t have.   Oops…..that is the banks that do that not my friends. 

Yep gas has gone down in leaps and bounds around here and you find yourself just stopping at every station, to ask the clerk inside if the sign is right? ” Hey is that sign outside right?” and then they smile at you with that evil type grin, you know the grin that sends a chill over you.  Like they know something that you don’t>>>Yep that grin where you can just about see the clerk smirking  as if to say to you “I know something you don’t know”! 

That Grin where you can almost see the horns coming out of their head and they are growing a tail  at the same time.  It could just be that they are getting an early start getting into their Halloween Costume, but then you realize that is not true….Don’t you feel it??  I do we just got less angry about the gas prices because there really was nothing we could do about it…Pay the price or Stay at home.

And you know the Gas Companies couldn’t leave well enough alone, they have to make sure that all the predictions over $4.00 a gallon gas will happen…..So they just ease us into it.  Yep that is right here is my Caution Into the Wind…….”HELLO!!  IS ANYBODY PAYING ATTENTION??”  it goes down so they give us a break for a week or two then BOING! BOING! Whoop, Whoop…..$4.00 a gallon.

You know this is a big thing, especially now in my neck of the woods IT IS THE CONVERSATION ALL OVER TOWN.  And everyone is so excited about it it reminds me of a child with a new toy! “ What is in the box?  I want my present!…OHHH< I love it, Gimme, Gimme>>>OH WOW!  Can I keep it? ”  that is exactly what the conversations remind me of an excited 4 yr. old with a present!  But I will throw it out there BUYER BEWARE!

For everyones  sake I really hope I am wrong, and everyone can benefit from the lower prices, including me.  But after all the economic turmoil  that we all have witnessed lately it is hard to remain optimistic at this point in time.   It is also hard to remain hopeful that some one will care to help others who have been struggling so hard just to get by.  The CEO’s of the Gas and Oil corps make so much more profit than the thieving banks and we should be worried because when we the poor people get worry lines we have nothing left for Botox  injections!!  Most of us who live in the real world and are affected with decisions of the corporations have to just live with our worry lines and age spots. Since we are mostly unemployed and uninsured, and very disturbed individuals.  Hope I made you giggle  have a good day! 

SHOPPING NOW DAYS IS LIKE HITTING THE LOTTERY IN MY OPINION!! Yep you might get something for your money then again you might not. We are kind of limited on Grocery stores where I live. Not to mention a little short on Jobs to. The grocery stores here are Harvest Foods and The Wal-Mart…….did I mention there are no jobs here either? Sure I shop at the Wal-Mart doesn’t everyone? but it seems that they have a new policy, raise the prices when you know there are Old People, Disabled People, and Unemployed people coming in on certain days of the week.

This is no stretch of the truth>>>>In 4 days a product that I have been using and like had gone up $ .45 in just 4 days!!!! Now that same product over the past 6 months had gone up just by $.02-$.05 every 4-6 weeks a gradual increase which didn’t send me into sticker shock.   The other thing is that they hired the old buyer from target who doesn’t know the first thing about this area around here and what the people are like in this area!! Wal-Mart just wants to be a Target>>>>I got red paint!! (That is that they are trying to pull business away from Target)   But I guess now that I have NO JOB, and NO JOB PROSPECT every penny is needed especially since I may need those pennies to put into my gas tank to look for a JOB! It is getting ridiculous with prices of everything!  I am starting to think that I may have to raffle off my jewelry, and my old man>>>won’t get much for him I don’t think.   Might if I sell tickets 3 for a $1.00.

And you know I could not imagine having to put food on the table for a Family with Children…..I would be a raving lunatic going from store to store looking for coupons real coupons. It seems that someone at WAL-MART doesn’t know how the coupon sites work and that they are not counterfeit coupons……And since you are raping me anyway I won’t need coupons for that service I guess.

It seems to me that they could afford to pay someone to go to the Coupon sites to see just how it works…..First you sign up, then they show you all the coupons which are being offered by manufacturers you choose which ones you want or will use……You check the box on each one you want or NEED and then hit print…..The site will only allow you to print ONE or sometimes TWO depends on the manufacturers offers….It is not allowed for you to get more. They track it by your computer Identification…And once you have the ones you want or need you cannot log off and get back on and get more either.

It is such a paper saver and it is such a relief to people who are really strapped right now. WAL-MART …………

SHAME ON YOU!!

IT IS A GREEN THING!! Think of all the trees you would be helping to save and not to mention helping the families of areas just like here>>>>we had a tornado, lost all kinds of stuff, then we have lost businesses, and now more jobs….Now we have to take food from the children because no one cares. Just like our city council voting NO to businesses that want to open here in Clinton AR.  That just isn’t right! WE NEED JOBS, WE NEED CHEAP GAS AND WE NEED COUPONS!!