Friday, December 24, 2010
Christmas week in Little Pond.
Bring in the whirl-
Little VM begins to remove the ornaments one by one.
No big deal. A lifetime of living in households full of kids taught us to place only unbreakable ornaments along the bottom.
In fact, if we shift our thinking, it might even look as though VM is actually placing the ornament!.
Happy Holidays from the Little Pond.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Enjoy the season.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
The last time was to return home for my godfather's funeral. I hated every minute of it and upset all the people around me by looking like death warmed over. To call me white-knuckle doesn't begin to describe my fears.
But I wanted to be there for the widow, my Godmother, and my Dad, who lost his baby brother. My eldest uncle was wandering around saying he should have died first, and really needed all of us to assure him that we were thrilled to have him still with us as long.
Nevertheless, my dearest, darling, loving, accepting, sometimes funny and always good-humored Godfather had died. By the end of the weekend, I was depressed and self-medicating. Needless to say the trip back to Little Pond was wrapped in an alcohol-laced melancholy. That is to say, I remember nothing about it.
If I need to fly again, I willingly will submit to the scan. After all the MRI's due to MS, and the many mammograms due to a family history of ovarian and mammary cysts and tumors, a few more zaps ain't gonna amount to much more than a p-sshole in a snowdrift. And if I had to get groped, well, I guess I would request a cot so I could just lie back and enjoy it.
You see, when and if I am ever next to the religious-crazed nutbag who begins to light a match (or whatever), I will scream bloody murder. And I want everyone else around me to do likewise. I intend to go down kicking the $#!+ out of anyone who begins to look suspicious.
I'll deal with the legal ramifications later, if I'm wrong.
No one's likely to suffer unduly at my hands, but then again, with MS, I can take a few hits to the hands without feeling a thing until a tad later. By then, the other passengers can take over.
Who's with me?
Monday, November 15, 2010
Don't like it, don't fly.
OR BETTER YET...
How about a non-secure flight for those who like to gamble?
They can pay extra for insurance, and sign waivers.
Then they can all fly together, crybabies and terrorists.
Let's see who wins.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Of course, I had suspected it all along. Still, I was a tad disappointed when he openly declared it in the last four paragraphs of the piece.
Some people should learn to keep controversial personal information to themselves.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
I cleaned it up and we seem to be back in business.
Rest assured, I will watch carefully for those weird comments that seem to be non-sequitors.
What the frig? Who has nothing but time and the will to ruin other people's sites?
Friday, September 17, 2010
On the one hand, I am thrilled that we've finally gotten to the point when someone will play Freddie. On the other hand, I'm scared that Sasha will blow it.
Can he play it straight, so to speak?
What I feel for Mercury is almost religious, and is certainly reverence. I can never forgive him for being so careless. And on top of the infection, he didn't take care of it. If Magic Johnson can survive, Freddie could too.
Please Sasha: revive Freddie Mercury for those of us are still mourning. Bring us joy, not more anguish.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
I am seated ramrod straight in front of the keyboard, trying not to turn my head. The absolutely worst neck pain since the neuralgia of my first diagnosis.
Much better since yesterday, though. I spent half the day with a corn kernel bag against my neck and shoulder. And last night's sleep simply wasn't, period.
Today is another day, and the Grandchild will visit with the GrandDogs and MamaDog herself, carrying the next Grand. She may have been the one who transmitted the nasty bug to me.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
The Itawamba County School District must now pay $35,000.00 to Constance McMillen, as a settlement to a suit brought in her behalf by the ACLU.
You may remember that the school district simply canceled her Prom, rather than allow her to attend it as an openly gay lesbian. She battled on, hoping to reinstate the prom, but to no avail.
The bigots in the school board would rather have no prom at all, than allow the girl to attend. Well, they got more than they bargained for. The ACLU wanted damages, and they got them.
Before I could open the champagne to celebrate the decision, the final line in the USA item (in my hometown paper) caught my eye.
"District Officials said in the settlement offer that they don't believe they violated McMillen's rights."
Did those officials never study the Constitution and its Bill of Rights?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Friday, July 09, 2010
And there were certainly struggles. The worst enemy was my own ignorance. I have been tilting at windmills in the workplace arena. Gannett has been very cooperative since the thing became official. Especially Luann in HR, who has patiently explained --again and again-- anything I did not understand.
My living expensives have been met by Gannett short-term disability. They will end shortly, and long term will take over, along with Social Security payments, to cover my needs. Unfortunately, those need include many bills, most not related to my illness, but to the everyday troubles generated by raising teenagers and living through good and hard times.
The RiverBlogs will rise again. For now, I must rest, do some healing, homemaking, mothering and grandmothering, until the creative juices compel me to grab the keyboard and blog for dear life.
Bear with me a few weeks while it all coalesces into my new lifestyle.
Love to all.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
And Blogger is protecting them!
I can delete all the comments on any of my blogs, but there is one below that can't be deleted, because Blogger doesn't even recognize it.
Please don't tell me this is a glitch. Everything else works fine.
And I know only too well that Blogger makes money from these ads/fake comments.
I only wish I knew just what in the post is triggering it.
And I wish I knew another place to blog for free, because I am sick of the spammers.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Looking forward to future days along the Chemung with my little river rat.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Please could you go and visit The Wheel of Fortuna and leave a supportive message for Steve.
His partner BobRobert has just died in the local hospice.
It is not so long since his diagnosis in 2007 which makes it all even more sad.
Thanks for your support.
I'm not much of a praying person these days, but please visit the site and send your prayers, too.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Herrad directed me to this post on another blog.
Anyone who is living out the last days of their partner needs all the support anyone can offer.
She wanted me to visit and leave a comforting comment. I complied.
Now I am asking you to do the same.
Monday, April 05, 2010
The first comment was "Where can I get a (mythical creature that looked like a white horse with a narwhal's tusk)." I don't even dare to type the word, which begins with "u."
This morning it dawned on me that the darned word must be slang for (a certain men's mating display). You can bet your life I don't want to type THAT word, which begins with "e."
Sure enough, when I Googled the word, it came up just exactly that!
All along, I thought it had to do with the title of the post, although for the life of me I couldn't understand why.
Older and wiser, as they say.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The brave girl, who took on the local school district and won, is a lesbian who just wanted to attend the prom as herself. In a tuxedo. Prom dresses and tuxedos are de rigeur, for proms, aren't they?
The school board told her she couldn't. Then she sued for discrimination and won.
Now the parents are unilaterally scotching the prom. They are refunding the other couples' money. Just like that; it's over.
In case you think the girl is simply looking for her fifteen minutes' fame--you know, the one promised by Andy Warhol:
The girl, Constance McMillen, asked for and got only what she wanted: the decisions and court costs.
Now the parents have organized their own private prom, designed to exclude the sort of people they don't like. Sound familiar? This sort of thing happened when the bigots decided they didn't want anyone but Caucasians to attend.
The new bigots, of course, are now what we used to call homophobes.
Heaven forbid there should be more tuxedos than prom gowns at their little social! Then life surely would be out of whack.
First it was people of color, now it's alternate lifestyles. What or who is next? They will find something to make them feel superior, you can bet on it. A bigot needs to exclude someone, or they can't face their puny little selves in the mirror. The new bigots are just old bigots who lost the earlier battles.
Please God: don't let the bigots win this one.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Our Brian Alegria, our foster son, lives in Valparaiso, closer to the coast. My brother-in-law's family, his mother and siblings, also live there.
The last I heard, there were 78 dead in Chile and the first tsunami has already hit.
At this time they called off the tsunami alert.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Update: I finally gave up on trying to get Blogger to accept this video. Webshots (and Facebook, for that matter) had no trouble at all.
Overly-cute-ness alert! On the other hand, it's not even two minutes and full of baby chortles.
Wish I could find a way to get it to my parents, who refuse to get a computer...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
These massive blocks can clog narrow channels and cause flooding. Right now, though, they provide a lovely haven for waterfowl seeking a sheltered area for the night.