There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Monday, December 31, 2007

Oh, the weather outside is frightful....and a goodbye.

New Year's Eve, a time to reflect, bitch a little and say good bye to an old friend. Yes, it has been snowing for days. Outside our door here is what we see......white stuff everywhere. At the moment the sun is showing its shameful face but there are dark clouds all around us holding what? SNOW.

Steve did a good job of clearing the driveway. Where did he put all of the snow? Across the street in the is public land not private in the culvert. He was discrete and you can hardly tell anyway.

Yep, we can and did climb up to the roof just for fun; and to check the half of a light string that seems to not want to stay on.

The stuff closest to the house if roof fall off, the rest of it is fallen snow. We figure we have about 5 feet standing in the yard and the neighbor agreed with us.

These are the last pictures I was able to take with my HP PhotoSmart 733; it died shortly afterwards. I tried to take a picture of Violet sitting in Drake's old bed as she was gazing into the fire, but nothing happened. I have replaced the batteries a zillion times to the tune of 2 zillion dollars and it has just worn out. I don't know if it is the dock or the camera itself, but it is 5 years old and is ready for retirement or a quiet burial. So, I used Steve's reward certificates from Staple's and bought a Kodak EasyShare Z885 and will start taking pictures with it as soon as I read the how-to book and download the software. I am going to bow my head and have a moment of silence...because the old camera is silent too.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Two CD reviews.

I rarely "review" or mention a movie or music I like other than Joni Mitchell and Jackson. I am no good at reviews and usually the most you will get is "Gee, it was really good and I liked it!" Most of you know my two passions are books/reading and music. I am picky with my reading; I am almost a fiction purist. I love all kinds of music...pretty much every genre has something good about it, so I am gonna go out on a limb and make an attempt to review two CD's we got for Christmas. Here goes......

The first CD is an untitled one by Angela Baldwin, my adopted blog daughter. We received her music as a Christmas gift all wrapped in a red package with Love Angela on the tag. I had heard a few of her pieces on her blog but had not heard a whole collection of her piano compositions. This gentle, dynamic, soothing, dramatic, sad, alive, mystical, realistic music made my heart feel is a total expression of Angela the woman and child. The titles are reflections of her personality; Hold Me Now, Ebb and Flow, Gypsy Eyes, Reverence, The Faerie Queen and Amore Mio are some of the pieces. Angela plays the piano as if she was born with the sounds tinkling in her brain and emerging through her fingertips. To say she is talented is a gross understatement. She is blessed, so very blessed with talent. I downloaded the CD Christmas Day to my iPod and have had my ear buds in constantly since then! I. L.O.V.E. T.H.I.S. M.U.S.I.C! Check out her blog as she may have a YouTube of her music or it may be linked on her side bar. Sorry Angela for not asking for permission to post your beautiful face.

The next CD is Amy Winehouse Back to Black. My daughter gave this CD to Steve, but I kind of "stole" it to download to my iPod and have had it on the CD player in between listening to Angela. When I was trying to think of how to describe this CD the only words I could come up with were Contemporary 60's. This is a powerhouse voice, unforgettable melodies with stunning, stinging lyrics. Amy is a troubled young woman and has recently been in the news for problems with drugs, public intoxication, issues in Norway and falling apart because her husband is jailed in a witness tampering case. She tells her story in this CD.....with blunt honesty. You will need to get past her language and just hear her (my new favorite word is fuckery....sorry). Amazon described her as a cross between Billie Holiday and Lauren Hill and I'll add a sprinkle of Diana Ross. I can't stay still when I am playing her music...I have to move to the beat; I know I am singing annoyingly loud and off key...but I love her music. She has incredible talent and if she can just get on track in her personal life she can be a NAME!

Thursday, December 27, 2007

What I got for Christmas in 2007...

Let's see......on the dark side of Christmas....the side where all of the bulbs burn out..... I got a tooth ache. I had a crown done right before we left for Vegas. The crown was "clicking" for several weeks after it was "installed." I was sure the tooth ache was in the remaining stump of tooth under the crown. Oh no, lets kill off the root of the tooth in front of the crown and make that one hurt. So, on the 8th I get to have a root canal and build up for yet another crown. I am really pleased to have just spent $500.00 and can now round that off to a cool thou.

Then when the bulbs went back on....We got a CD of Angela's beautiful piano music. This woman is so talented, so gifted....but I am only her adopted blog mother so I can only give her praise and not advice.

Molly gave me a silver musical snow globe with doves in it. I would have showed you a picture of it, but the camera from hell has the day off. The globe is on the table just to the left of the picture below. She baked several dozens of cookies for Steve; everything from frosted and sugar to chocolate chip oatmeal. She is a whiz in the kitchen and makes cheese cakes, fabulous dinners and everything in between. She is also my best friend and I love her.

Sachi and Spencer had their little hand prints made into a moose and a reindeer. I love these little hands and the thought that was behind the gift of them. I have a very special daughter-in-law....and of course she is married to a pretty special man. They both know how much I miss my grandchildren and go out of their way to call and have the kids call as well. To have these mementos makes my heart glow.

My sweet, thoughtful....and have I mentioned that she is wonderful?....daughter got me a compact engraved with my initials on the top and inside is a picture of me and Steve on Grouse Creek. We were younger, had blond hair and all of our own teeth. The heart shaped frame is from Chris as well. It has a special saying in it. The frame is mother of pearl and is lovely. She enclosed a special bar of soap for me too...smells delicious but I hate to use is wrapped beautifully and ....smells delicious! She also gave Steve a picture of me that was taken in 1961 or 1962. I am a happy, smiling teenager. Made him cry when he saw the picture. Steve got the newest Amy Winehouse CD from Chris. He loves it. Me too.

Steve surprised me with this note from Hong Kong. He had the concierge write Dearest Rosemary, then I love you in Chinese characters. Steve bought the frame and put the note in....he is a sweetheart. I love him.

We got a kitty calendar from Christopher...we kinda like cats and kittens so this is perfect. I already have the litter changing dates circled! Christopher gave me a wish box. It is about the size of a sugar cube and I have already written my wish on a tiny piece of paper and put it inside. The box is in Louie. We are so blessed to have this wonderful bunch of kids and grand kids. We were alone yes, but all of them called (even the JW daughter called on Christmas Eve) and told us they loved us and appreciated our gifts. We have had so many bumps in our road the last few years but all of them are tolerable as long as we have each other and our family.

Were any of you wondering about the weather? Fear not for the snow continues to fall and fall and fall. The cute little mounds of plowed snow I posted last week have grown two fold and I can't see out the upstairs window to the street anymore. The UPS truck is chained up, the substitute FedEx driver did some berm jumping in our back yard last week when he was lost and two cars have gone off into the ditch at the turn just past our house because of idiots behind the wheel. This is the most snow we have had this early into winter at our home since 1998....I keep track.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Twas the day after Christmas.....

........and the tree was systematically being undecorated. It isn't much of a tree to start with; maybe 2 feet tall AND in a pot because we must have a shortage of trees in our forest and need to plant one in the spring. There used to be red ribbons and a red garland on the tree. Seems a kitten pooped out a red ribbon this morning (thankfully) and there were pieces of garland on the floor plus almost all of the tips of the tree branches. Hum, seems to be a kitty butt and tail at the back of the tree and that would be Guido Fortunato. Not that sweet little Emma Lee is innocent. She is hiding in back of the stand to the left. So, the tree had the ribbons taken off, then the garland and now it is out the balcony door with its lights on for the turkey, birds, squirrels and the moose to enjoy. Tomorrow I'll tell you what Steve and I got for Christmas.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

And a few more Christmas pictures......

I have not one clue as to where this picture was taken or the year....but....that is my first grandchild, Christopher, in the picture with me. Nice tree. Looks like there are lots of presents to go around and I look like I am having a good time. That was a good year, which ever year it was.

This picture was taken in California, umm in 2002 or '03. We are at my youngest son's home and if I remember correctly we all gave each other sentimental gifts that year. Sachi was a toddler, Tyler was growing up to be a football player and Steve and I were getting greyer and greyer. That was a good year for sure.

This was our tree last year. We cut it down in our forest and it looked beautiful and full there. Inside, not so much. Obviously Santa had not arrived gifts!!!

We had Christopher (yes, the same Christopher in the first picture) on the right, and AnthonEy with us last year. It was wonderful having kids in the house. They both loved the snow, relaxed, ate and slept the time away. I wish it was last year again.

The circle of love in our family continues to turn. The kittens are growing, Steve is home, the sun popped out for about 30 seconds and the ice on the driveway melted. All is quiet at Momikat's home in Idaho.

Some of you may not know, but I was born and raised in Southern California. I lived there until 1998 when we moved to Idaho full time. While I may crab and complain about the snow in Idaho (and pretty much everything else) it seems to me that snow in December at this particular time in December is the way God intended it to be. All I knew at Christmas time was sun and rain. Now, seeing the first snow of winter can really be a beautiful thing; seeing it melt in March or April is also beautiful. So, from me to you, all of my wonderful blog friends, I wish you the happiest of times this Christmas and a bountiful New Year.

Friday, December 21, 2007

California: Sweet Joni

Where my heart will be Christmas morning......

Thursday, December 20, 2007

I am a flat and a sharp off....

I have been trying for over an hour to create a play list....don't ask me why, I don't know exactly. In any event, I can't do it because I am either stupid or can't quite grasp the English language as it pertains to the instructions.

So, I want you to hum along with is what I would have loaded onto my play list:

Quando, Quando, Quando; Michael Buble and Nellie Furtado
The entire Blue CD by Joni Mitchell
Like a Star; Corrine Bailey Rae
Falling in Love in a Coffee Shop; Langdon Pigg
Christina Aguilara's Mi Reflejo...the whole CD
These Days; Jackson Browne
1234; Feist
Can't Let Go; Lucinda Williams
The Way I Am; Ingrid Michaelson
Hot Fun In the Summertime; Sly and the Family Stone

Oh to hell with it....just a whole lot of my favorite songs. Play anything, I'll like it.

More memories from Christmas past.

Here we have the 1950's white aluminum tree with all gold ornaments. We put it up one year only. My mother was a tinsel fanatic and this one was ....well.....just all tinsel I guess. No fun. See that adorable dollie? I ruined her by taking her in the bathtub with me; she was made of cloth. See the TV in the far left corner? It had a "remote control box" that had a cord that could reach all they way into the dinning room. It had dials for channel changing and volume control and the box was probably 9 inches square and 3 inches deep. My mother loved that TV.

My mother was the only person that put tinsel on the tree. It was done one strand at a time and the strands all hung at even lengths. It took her days to finish. As they fell off, I would throw them onto the tree. Really irritated her. She eventually got over that obsession and good thing because my brother was a monster child and undecorated the tree as fast as my mom decorated it.

This was in 1968. I remember buying that outfit with money I had made cutting hair for some of my mother's friends. I was in cosmetology school and this was my Joey Heatherton look....I know...who is Joey Heatherton. I am thrilled at getting something in that envelope, but I can't remember what it was. My hair actually looks shiny. Must be the lighting because I had bleached it to destruction to get it WHITER THAN WHITE aka platinum. My hair is naturally white now and I hate it. Go Figure.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Memories of Christmas past....a really long time ago!

I was going through old pictures again. I found some Christmas ones that are really pretty neat.

This one is quite "Christmasy" with a picnic setting in bright sun, don't you think? That's my mom in the background on the left with the dark hair. Sitting with her is my cousin Caroline. My Aunt Rowena (Caroline's mother) is sitting in the foreground with the sun hat on......nothing says Season's Greetings like a sun hat and a little sketch of a fireplace and holiday decorations! This was probably 1943 or 1944. I wasn't born yet.
This is my first Christmas picture...wasn't I cute? See the shoes? I wore that style until I went into first grade and had to wear a uniform and saddle oxfords. They were called black patent bow shoes. I loved them. This was probably taken in 1946.

I found this letter with the picture. Seems I had asked for a dollie. While Santa says he is not sure he has enough dolls, I got Sandy that year, my very favorite dollie ever.

Monday, December 17, 2007

dan fogelberg - same auld lang syne

Good Bye, Dan

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Another good-bye

We have had some tough days since we got home from Vegas.......

Our sweet Drakie died today. She was 16. This is the cat that has gone through so much this last year...thyroid surgery, kidney failure and multiple medications including subcutaneous fluids several times a week to keep her going......for us.

Drake is my son's cat. She was all he wanted when he graduated from college.....not a computer, not a trip to Hawaii; he wanted a cat. We searched every pet store and shelter within a 30 mile radius of our home to find the perfect kitten. She was a feral kitten and had been turned into a pet store across the street from the railroad tracks where Drake and her sister had been dumped. She was full of fleas, ear mites and undernourished....but......she did the paw-on-the-glass-crying/miaow-help-me-get-the-hell-outta-this-place and my son was in love.

She was a vibrant, athletic, sleek, adorable, I'll let you know when I want to be petted kitten and cat; quintessential. She was so very black that trying to get a good picture of her was almost impossible and she always seemed above having her picture taken; just looking at me should be enough to dazzle you she seemed to be telling us.

When we were getting ready to move to Idaho full time in 1998, Drake (who is named after Perry Mason's side kick, Paul Drake; PM was my son's favorite TV show back then) was already a part of our cat family and to have separated her from Fuzzy her BFF would have been hard on both of them. So, she moved to Idaho with us.

I have loved this cat beyond words or comprehension. Some of those feelings stem from my love for Gil. There was a rat named Dee that captured my daughter's heart along with a dog named Fudge and a hamster called Bright Eyes that my oldest son had for about a year. These creatures also weaseled their way into my heart; maybe not the rat so much but I cried when she died. To see how my children took care of these animals and loved them was enough for me to love them as well.

We tried to keep Drake as comfortable as possible the last few months. I bought her a heated bed, tried every kidney sparing food made, adjusted medications as needed and one day when she was feeling puny carried her on my shoulder while I dusted and then washed the kitchen floor.

When we returned from Las Vegas it was apparent she had gone down hill fast. The vet tech I have come in to care for the cats when we travel had warned me she was declining. She had not eaten since Saturday, could hardly get to the water bowl by her bed, was pottying on the carpet but only dime size output and was sleeping all of the time. Since last Thursday we had given her SubQ fluids every day and I tried to comfort her as much as I could, but she was tired and she was miserable.

While Drake has been in Idaho for the last 8 years, my son has missed her. He always asked about her and I would send him pictures of those few captured moments when Drake was not on guard. He will get her little paw print in clay. I will get one too. I am having her cremated and will bring her home again. I love you Drakie and miss you more than you will ever know.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

They ......I can't find the words.

We saw Mystere last night. I had seen Quidam probably 10 or more years ago and it was magnificent. I can't find the words to describe Mystere....not that I am good at reviewing anything; I'm not.

Fabulous, amazing, spectacular, remarkable, great, colorful, extraordinary....and on and on.

I didn't understand the story of Quidan and didn't understand Mystere either.....I was so caught up in the performances, costumes and the feats of the athletes/artists/super-human performers that it really didn't matter. There were 2 men (all of the performers have 0% body fat and muscle beyond belief) that came up through smoke from the floor of the stage wearing leotards, no shirts. To say they were magnificent specimens is an understatement. They did slow motion lifts with each other, turning their bodies in ways I had never imagined.

I wonder if they have 2 sets of performers because doing this show 2 times a day, 7 days a week is beyond comprehension and tolerance of the body.

Did I mention lots of half naked men? Did I mention sweaty bodies a few times? Did I mention live music that was modern opera so beautiful the lady next to me cried?

Did I mention a 6 foot plus man in back of me coughing on my neck the whole time? Did I mention I am getting a cold and feel kinda crappy? Did I mention I am home sick and miss my kitties? Did I mention Penelope had surgery while we were gone to have growths taken off of her eyelids? Did I mention she got her teeth cleaned while under anesthesia and she had 2 fractures with pulp exposure and abscesses? Did I mention the vet said she could have died from the infection? They took the teeth out and she is still in the dogie hospital on IV antibiotics. That her teeth are in such bad shape is no surprise to me. Her former owners were not stellar dog folks. The vet asked if she chewed a lot....she probably existed on rocks some days to fill her belly before she came to live with us.

Violet cried all day yesterday the kennel girl told me; she wasn't barking she was crying probably because she missed Penny. We leave tomorrow and will pick up the girls Friday. It's time. We have seen all that we want to see in Vegas and we have only so much money to throw away......although I have not played my vouchers. I think I will just cash them in and call it even.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

weiners, burgers, cinnamon rolls and Starbucks

Still in Vegas; still eating, still shopping. I now have 3 vouchers to cash in; $24.01,$60.50, and $104.75. Yup, I'm ahead just a tad. Steve has lost.

Last night was Mexican food, we have done Starbucks 2 mornings and I am in love with a guy named Carmel Macchiato. To change it up a bit we ate in the Coffee Shop this morning and I had French Toast. I think the walking I have done in the Fashion Show Mall has worked off a few calories.

This mall is HUGE. There are 3 floors and has an East and West wing. The anchor stores are Dillards, Neiman Marcus, Macy's and Saks. There are a zillion little shops and 2 zillion kiosks. I have gotten lost both days I went there but luckily there are maps all over the place. I have been to a lot of malls in my life and I have to say this one is the largest...larger than South Coast in California, larger than any in San Francisco, Chicago or any other place where I have been a mall rat.

We are going to Cirque tonight and tomorrow Steve gives his talk and then we head home to several feet of snow on Thursday!!!!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Me, Myself and a few others.

I have the feeling this is going to be a long post with no filler pictures or videos......yesterday's video was a filler.

I am in a nostalgic mood.....probably my usual winter funk crap actually. It snowed for the first time last night. No skiff to warn me; Mother Nature just dumped a foot of snow overnight. Period. It is only NOVEMBER. This is the first snow. I am already thinking what in the hell am I doing here????? AND, the frickin plow driver left what is the first of mountains of snow and ice at the end of the driveway because he is an ass and he can.

I am here because Idaho is Steve's bliss. If anyone deserves to follow his bliss it is Steve. He wants me in Idaho with him so here I am. He loves me.

We had a variety of fur on the bed with us last night....little furs and big furs all together and no hissing. Why, it's a miracle! I slept poorly as usual and was thinking about the kittens and SweetPea as I lay really still in bed trying not to wake Steve.

This past summer was magical, sweet, lovely and sad because of Pea and her little brood. The only reason for sadness is because of the way it ended. In the beginning it was tender, heart warming and a challenge coaxing the kittens out and trying to win them over. Then it became a not so good situation with Pea pregnant again and the kittens trying to survive on bird bones. I am up several times a night and I used to go to Steve's office window and look to see if Pea was out there with the kittens. 2 AM and there she would be, snoozing in the daisies while the kittens played with air and dirt and nipped at Pea's tail. Pea was the best Momikat ever and those kittens the most adorable. They all so deserved a chance at a good life in a good home and we accomplished that. Pea is absolutely in heaven at Angela's, Luigi found his own place next door to his original adoptive parents (he wanted to be inside and so he is), Houdini is catching mice at his new home, a perfect job for him given his ability to avoid being seen or heard. And then there is Emma Lee and her brother, Guido Fortunato, the wonder kittens. We have learned you can take the kittens out of the feral but can't get the feral totally out of the kittens.

Mornings are chaotic. Emma is everywhere all at once; eating from her bowl, licking milk from Steve's glass, eating Sophie's food and that always starts a hissing-miaow contest, nudging Guido away from his bowl and even sticking her paw in my coffee chocolate mix to see if she might like that as well. The dogs are jockeying for the best place to quietly eat by moving their bowls with their noses to no avail because.....THERE SHE IS....Emma....wanting to try their dog food. But when it is all over and there is not one morsel left to steal she will jump on my lap while I am reading the paper and take a bath and settle in for a nap. I love these little creatures. They manage to make me laugh every day and make me feel needed and loved. Have I told you that Guido is in fact cross eyed? I thought just it looked that way because of the big black splat on his nose. Nope, his little eyes are not quite centered. That may be the reason he is a poor jumper.

Thanksgiving was uuhnn. 13 pounds of bird for two old folks; too much work, too much food. Thanksgiving had been for all of the years I was a nurse the throw away holiday. I worked every single Thanksgiving from 1975 to 1998. I gave that day away so I could have either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day off. I don't know how to act on Thanksgiving. I made the obligatory comments...."Boy, the turkey is really moist." and "All of our work this morning paid off because everything tastes great." and then cleared the table as fast as I could. All of the kids called to wish us a happy day...they called as they were leaving for their own traditional celebrations.

My oldest son called....twice. I have blogged about my daughter and youngest son and I bet someone is saying...."Hum, I didn't know she had another son." He lives in New York and is a busy man. He is a single father raising his son. He has custody of both of his kids but his daughter was moved back to her mother in Oklahoma after being stupid. She is still having some troubles but I am praying she will outgrow or re-think some of her actions. My son has had his share of problems too. I was a less than stellar role model, he was a troubled kid and young adult. One was the direct result of the other. When it came to marriage and fatherhood though, he stepped up to the plate and has been right where he was needed. He is a good man, a wonderful son and father and I love him beyond words. It has been 9 years since I hugged him, 7 years since I have seen the kids. It is time.

I have been a less than stellar blogger friend too. I have been reading every one's blog but there were 4 days between my own posts. In my own defense, ahem, I DO HAVE ALL OF MY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING DONE. I need to organize all of the gifts and start wrapping and I will but first......we are going to Las Vegas!!! We leave Saturday. Steve is attending a big Pharmacy conference at the Venetian and we are staying at Treasure Island.....right next to the MALL!! The weather is supposed to be good, at least that's what the weather bookies say. I will start packing tomorrow and getting all of the doggie stuff gathered for their stay in doggie jail aka the "Lodge."

I had mentioned in a previous post that I had considered more than once to stop blogging. I considered it again this past weekend. I am not going to stop blogging and for sure I am not going to stop visiting and commenting on every one's blog and here comes the but......but, I am not going to pressure myself to post every day any more. In looking back through my posts, a lot of what I wrote was just stuff. I highly doubt anyone really wants to read about the minutia of my day, my whining about missing my kids and blah, blah, blah. If I was a talented writer, funny, clever or even mildly interesting then that would change my feelings about this blog adventure. But.....the whole reason I started this blog was to leave a piece of myself for my children and anyone else that happened upon it and found I had something of importance to say. My daughter reads it, my daughter-in-law reads it, but if I happened upon this blog I would just click out and be on my merry way. So, I am going to try to put meaning in my words, post pictures that my kids and all of you might find interesting and leave the crap out.

As part of that plan I bought for my children and Steve's children, The Legacy Keeper. It is a memento box with a MP3 player, little cubbies for pictures etc. The player holds 8 hours of talking, remembering, music, just whatever someone might want to preserve. The recordings can then be downloaded to a CD. I told my daughter and youngest son what I had gotten for them because this is the kind of gift I thought they might get for me and I wanted to be sure there were no duplications because it is not an inexpensive gift. They both reacted rather blandly. Then I asked them if I died tomorrow did they have my voice recorded anywhere? Would they remember what I sounded like? Remember my laugh? Did they want to have that? I think once they get the gift it will be more meaningful. This isn't just for my kids to use with me. My son-in-law's father is not well. My daughter-in-law's parents are from Japan and I can only imagine the stories they have to share. My step-children have extended family on their mother's side that can tell them about their grandparents and Steve has a lot to tell them about his family. Hopefully the boxes and player will be used and appreciated.

So, on all of these happy notes I am off to wipe a clean counter, vacuum another already vacuumed carpet and think of something brilliant for my next about how I met my various husbands, some of my high school experiences, some nursie stories??? Let me know.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Cat speak....translation.

This may be all over blogland by know me and cats/kittens. I couldn't resist.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


We wish all of you a happy, family filled, glorious Thanksgiving. Steve and I will be cooking a turkey and all of the fixings for the two of us....13 pounds of turkey, Steve's nasty dressing with enough onions to do serious breath damage, mashed potatoes, Steve's salad (see dressing ingredient), rolls and some other stuff I have forgotten. The kitties are feeling festive and want to help:

Sophie is taking a little nap in the kitten toy basket trying to decide if she wants light or dark meat.

From left to right, Fuzz supervising, Emma making mashies and Guido dreaming of pie.

This is what our turkey will look like; little red thingies for garnish and orange slices. The gravy is perfect because it came out of a jar (I don't know how to make gravy) and all of the heirloom crystal will surround the bird.

My table will be set to perfection with everything matching....even the wine seems to be green; hum wonder what the issue is there? Did I hear someone say I lifted these pix from a picture site? Why, it seems that I did, but no matter because this is exactly what our table will look like minus only a few cloth napkins and place mats and maybe the green dinnerware. BUT, I have issued a proclamation! NO PAPER PLATES, no sir, only ceramic this year. Gobble, gobble to you all.

Friday, November 16, 2007

moments in a life less lived.

This is going to be one of those posts where a commenter might wonder what in the hell they can say.....probably best not to.

It is my need for happys or have a great day wishes. Birthdays have not been special for a very long time....decades actually. I can mark some pretty sad/bad events with my birthdays.....some forgotten by my mother, two when she sent me a card in the wrong month. Others over 63 years that should just stay buried.

For the last 9 years I have been alone on 5 birthdays; no Steve, no kids, just me and the cats and doggies. Steve is here today and he will be home until the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. We don't have any great plans. We might go out to dinner, maybe see a movie. The kids will call and I will cry after we hang up, but I always do that. They have sent meaningful gifts because they are wonderful in that way. I know they all love me.......but the truth is this is just another Friday.

I believe I was conditioned to make it just another day; conditioned by my mother and by rosemary....yup, it is safer that way.

But if my parents didn't toot my horn, then maybe it is time to toot it myself......but just a little bit. After posting that meme yesterday, re-reading #'s 3 and 4 and the comments from my blogger friends, perhaps I should try to think a bit more positively before I have no time left to do that. I don't want to read a scolding comment, I don't want cheery sentiments, I just need to say the following and have it out there just for me.

I was a good kid. I got into trouble in my teens and made some pretty bad decisions, but I needed guidance not constant criticism from my folks.

I was a kid raising kids. I had my first baby before my 17th birthday and my second before my 19th birthday. My third child was born when I was 24. They have horrible fathers but I was the best mother I knew how to be. You betcha I made mistakes, but I knew and know how to say I am sorry. My kids were and are my heart, breath, conscience and my soul.

I have worked since I was a teenager. I baby sat and had to buy my own clothes with that earned money. I had a paper route when 2 of my kids were toddlers. I took them in a wagon and walked the route. It was a miserable job. I cleaned houses to put myself through Nursing school. I was a cleaning weirdo long before I ever did this for a living. I was a hard worker. I never left anything undone with any job I ever had.

I went to Cosmetology school and totally wasted the scholarship money I got to go there. I hated Cosmetology school and the job itself. I lasted just months at it and never renewed my original license. I had wanted to be a doctor throughout grammar and high school. I settled for Nursing. I was a welfare mother while I was in Nursing school, but I used the system for its original get a job and support my children by myself.

I worked my ass off in Nursing school. I studied and studied and was an A student. I loved bedside nursing, I was a great nurse and know that I touched and actually changed some of my patients lives. My one professional mistake? I left the bedside, my uniform and school cap for business attire and Case Management.

My silver years have been lonely because of choices I have made all by myself. These are things about myself that I KNOW AS FACT: I am a whiner. I have low self esteem. I stay home because it is safer here. I don't travel much because I am out of my element and uncomfortable. I don't easily make or keep friends. I have trust issues. I have told lies. I stole a bathing suit when I was in high school. I have gotten speeding tickets.

I am pretty normal I think. I am proud of my accomplishments in life. I am a bit of a recluse and a bit weird too....but I am closer to normal than not. I have made a contribution to the world. No, my passing won't be heralded over the air waves or on, but I will be missed and hopefully remembered with love for a long time. I am rosemary with a small r because my moments have been in a life less lived. Today is my 63rd birthday.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Clean up news: We had a skiff of snow on the ground this morning at 6:30AM. It is 34 now and raining. Winter is here I guess. I'm taking my usual MUTT'S approach; "See you in April." I'm not stopping blogging, just any outside activity that requires I get behind the wheel of a car.

Dave at utenzi tagged me for a meme. It is a simple one thankfully because that's about all I think I can handle......I need simple.

A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.

B. Each player list 6 facts/habits/secrets about themselves.

C. At the end of the post, the player then tags people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

D. rosemary declares that you can change the rules any way you want.

My 6 facts/habits/secrets:

1. When Steve is on the road working I never sit in the living room like the two of us do when he is home. It makes me cry to be there by myself. I sit at the kitchen table, TV on and read, check blogs or email.

2. I read and eat. I am not a sit down and just read person....I have to keep my hands busy and usually eat sunflower seeds and drink a diet Coke while I read.

3. I spend way too much time thinking about all of the bad things I have done over the years. This thinking has gotten/gets in the way of enjoying my life.

4. I clean my house every day to make up for the things I think about in #3. My immediate environment is the one thing I can control. I figure if I am cleaning my house then my mind is momentarily cleansed of my bad deeds at the same time.

5. I hate my car and want to get rid of it. We can't afford that at the moment so I am stuck with the POS.

6. I have considered more than once to stop blogging.

I would like to tag.....eviltwinswife , lilli , ummm..Angela. If they don't want to do the list meme then they can just say no thanks and KIS.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

She is here!!!

Drive to airport
Pick up at airport; talk.
Drive to Macy's; talk.
Window shop in the mall; talk.
Lunch at The Olive Garden; talk
Kohl' an account, get 15% off....not crazy about the store; talk.
Drive towards home; talk.
Stop at market; talk
Home; talking.
Dinner; talk.
Go to bed; sleep.

So far today:
Wake up; talk.
Feed the pets; talk.
Breakfast; talk.
Get ready to go out for lunch be continued...pix maybe today.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Wake up Cat

Gina sent this to me. I can't stop playing it. I love it!!!

Cliff notes from Qatar

Steve has been in Qatar for 5 days. He is finally sleeping at night...which is daytime here.

Some tidbits he has shared: On the plane, you know how they will show a screen with the course of the trip? Qatar Airlines show that plus a map of where Mecca is located.

The ceiling above his hotel room bed has an arrow showing where Mecca is.

One of the women in the hospital...and only one...wears a Burkah. So far she has worn black. Steve said she has a gold nose plate on her face piece...he doesn't have a clue what it means but it makes her look like a gladiator.

All of the other women wear black as well and they are totally covered but their faces are exposed. These women wear a ton of makeup. Of course, I am not sure what a ton of make up means to Steve.....but if he noticed it there must be a lot of it on their faces.

The men wear the traditional dress you see on TV......white long robes plus the head pieces all the time. There are no Qatari men in any kind of western wear.

Steve put his hand out to shake one of the female administrator's hand and she told him she did not shake men's hands. She does shake women's hands.

They have staffing problems on the night shift because they can't have one female and one male alone anywhere in the hospital. Many of the nurses in the hospitals are from the Philippines, Japan and China and they can mingle any way they want to. They stay for a year and then immigrate to Canada and the U.S. The few nationals that are working nurses all work the day shift and that shift ends at 1PM....they start at 8AM.

A lot of the hotel staff are from other countries.

Steve is loving the local food served in the hotel. He is a food risk taker and will try anything once. He seems to have taken a real liking to Fava Beans and some concoction they make with tomatoes, onions and other veggies.

The PR man at the hospital took Steve and his co-worker on a tour of Doha. They went to a "suk" which is a market of some sort. The man that took them is obviously a big mucky muck which means he is part of the Royal Family. He paid for nothing; just took what he wanted and everyone smiled at him as he left. He took Steve and Janelle on a "food tasting tour" and then on to meet a man that would be the equivalent of a sage or priest or holy man. The holy man showed them pictures of his ability to walk on glass, lay on a bed of nails and just lots of pix from his former healing days. Steve said he had the darkest sun "torched" skin he had ever seen and was beyond wrinkled.

Qatari nationals do not pay for gas or electric for cooking or heating (I can't imagine needing heat). They don't pay for water and gasoline is $.10 a gallon.....that's right ten cents. Health care is free, medicines are free if you are a national. If you are not you pay and it is quite expensive. There is no national health insurance. Steve did talk to one woman from Australia who is in an administrative position at one of the hospitals and she told him that if you are not a national but work for the hospital you are covered automatically. All of the hospitals, physician offices and medical complexes are owned by the State.

It is the cool time of year over there. That means it is in the high 80's and low 90's. Steve is staying close to the hotel for the most part. He took a little walk around but there is not much to see. The airport and hotel complexes are south of Doha and there is a ton of constructions going on.

Chicago, Doha, Qatar and Dubai are all in the competition to host the 2016 summer Olympics and Doha (per the PR guy) is fierce about the bidding. The country is trying to compete with Dubai for tourist attractions, hotels, huge estate living and having wealthy Europeans invest in the country.

Steve blatantly asked why there are "Come visit Qatar" ads everywhere (they were in the airport, and are all over the hotel and in Doha) and I was denied a tourist visa. I am from the wrong country, am an unknown and not coming for business. They are trying to attract tourists and investors from everywhere but the U.S. They don't like our foreign policy...DUH!!!! Steve said there is an American military presence there but the military and the Qataris want the U.S. to keep a really low profile....and after we accidentally shot off a missile good thing to do.

That's it for now. Steve got a camera and has taken some pictures and we will get them developed as soon as he gets home and I will share. I'm glad he is feeling a bit better and has gotten out a bit. He sounded horrible yesterday but a lot better this morning. He slept all night finally. Cowbell if you can shed any light on all of this, please share in the comments and I will add to the post and highlight it in red.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Houston, we have a safe landing...musings of an aging wannabe

Steve has arrived in Qatar. We thought it was a 12 hour difference, but it is actually 10. It might make it easier to talk to him with a 10 hour difference. He has a "loaner" cell phone courtesy of his company....sort of....the phone actually belongs to another International about working on the cheap.

I miss him. I want him to have a good time, enjoy the country and the customs and maybe even relax a little. When he gets to Hong Konk he will have shopping to do....he will need lots of rest.

When I was driving home from the airport and after arguing with the car dealership yesterday I was just thinking about random

Why can't humans "renew" themselves during Winter just like the earth know, sleep a lot, lose our leaves and be bigger and better in Spring.

I wonder who had the first garage/yard sale?

Who invented snow plows?

Why am I blogging? Does this blog have any real meaning?

What happens to our mind and soul after we die? I wish there was someone around to tell me because this bothers me.

Why do I love kittens/cats so much? I hated them until 1982.

I wish I had been a blues singer. I could have sung with BB King and Lucille......and then there is Jackson.

And speaking of singers, did anyone hear Wayne Newton on DWTS on Tuesday? Wayne, retire.

What happened to Johnny Mathis? I used to sing along with him at the top of my lungs "I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord Of La Mancha...."

How did we go from earthen floors to wood and carpet?

Why do folks hang long curtains at their window and then tie them in a big center knot to let light or air in? Why not just pull them back on the rod?

What is the purpose of a headache? Is it punishment for thinking too much and asking questions?

Who decided wearing dress shoes and socks with shorts looked weird? And then there is the no white shoes after Labor Day.....why?

Why do people who live in and bitch about a particular place stay there?

Is anything ever really fair?

Why do hearts break? Given their structure, hearts should bruise badly, absorb the damage, learn from the bruise and heal with a tiny scar....don't you agree?
Emma Lee and Guido Fortunato, my sleeping buddies until Steve gets home....1 night down, 22 to go.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Important information

Go get a pencil/pen and paper because this is just the kind of time saving information you will all need.

When you need an international dialing code DO NOT call 411 or regular information. If you do, the operator will talk to you like you are a hick that has never left Idaho.

BUT, if you did call 411 by accident the nasty operator will give you the correct information by saying "For future reference the international operator can be reached by dialing Z.E.R.O., Z.E.R.O.

Here it is, get your writing instrument ready:

The international dialing code for Qatar is 974. You first have to dial 011 then the 974 and then the number.....and that number will not look anything like a US phone will be something like 2-49288889.

Calling friendly Hong Kong; specifically Kowloon? Dial 011-852 and then numbers that might look like 4567-0987.

See? Helpful. Yup, that's me, helpful.

Friday, October 12, 2007


I just can't even think straight at the moment, so I thought I would start a Qatar/Hong Konk countdown update post for a few days....

12:47 PM: TEST : If one US dollar= 3.64 Qatar Riyals and Steve's hotel room at the Marriott Doha costs 1499.00 QaR per night, how much is that in US dollars....and does he really want to spend that much per night for a bed only, no high speed hookup...he has to buy a "card", no free breakfast but they do have a laundry service that he can pay for. Of course all of this will be expensed but still.......

12:06 PM: UPDATE TO THE UPDATE: The contract for Qatar was emailed to Steve.....unsigned by the folks in Qatar. What does this mean? I don't have a clue.

Today: 10/12/07: Qatar is on at this moment in time. International cell phone on the way, A-Med emergency care card on the way, travel itinerary firm ($14,402.16 for the Qatar/Hong Konk trip), talking about throw away underwear versus having the hotel wash it. Steve thought if we just bought enough for the whole trip he would bring it home for me to wash....NO, NOT....can you imagine...of course you can't. No one seems to know if Steve already has a Visa from the travel agency or if he has to get one at the Doha airport. We do know that he will have to obtain an exit permission letter from the hospital in Doha to leave the country. I have already registered with and notified the American Consulates in Qatar and Hong Kong and filed his itinerary with both of them even though his company says that is unnecessary. Hello! He is going to be in Saudi Arabia! The last time I looked that was in the Middle East....the place I CAN'T GET A VISA TO VISIT BECAUSE IT IS UNNECESSARY TOURIST TRAVEL.

As far as me meeting up with him in Hong Konk...if we had figured all of this out in the beginning I might have been able to go, but with all of the changes and the fact that this Qatar thing might flop, every day that we waited to make arrangements for me added 10,000 frequent flyer miles to the trip and we are now at a number that Steve doesn't have in his bank with United Airlines that would cover that airline and the code share airlines like Lufthansa and Qatar Airlines.

The Qatar trip may still fall apart. There is no contract signed and Steve was told yesterday to leave the international cell phone on at each and every airport...Spokane, Denver, Wash/Dulles and even Doha. My thoughts? What a F****** MESS.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

The blush of fine wine and men.

OK, I will tell the embarrassing comment I made to Jackson Browne. I had posted it briefly in a memememe months back but I will now give all of the boring details.

In late October 1998 Jackson was coming to Sandpoint to do a benefit for The Rock Creek Alliance, an organization against mining in the Cabinet Mountains that would cause runoff to go into our beautiful Lake Pend Oreille. I was a member of the RCA and volunteered to help with setting up the high school gym where he was going to perform. I spent the whole day rolling out mats, numbering the bleachers, dragging electrical cords all over the place and getting a free lunch of a burger and chips.

Steve and I had splurged and paid $75.00 each (in addition to the price of the ticket) to be able to go back stage and meet the man. To say I was excited is an understatement. I had just flown to California at the beginning of October to see him do a political candidate benefit with my daughter. We had 10th row side seats and I managed to embarrass her by singing "Get it up again" every chance I got (Do you remember that, Chris?). My daughter was won over that night by Jackson's charm, generosity and talent.

After the concert in Sandpoint, Steve and I and a few friends made our way backstage where I stood at a distance just admiring the man. I had joked with Steve that after the backstage meeting Jackson was going to whisk me away. I told Steve it had been fun but that I must follow my heart. He said as long as Jackson cut him a big check he was fine with my leaving.

My friend Mary Lou kept trying to push me into the line to meet Jackson, but I was already blushing and didn't want to go up alone. A friend of Mary Lou's said she would go up with me, I agreed and off we went. She was first to say hello to Jackson and she took hold of his arm and wouldn't let go. He looked at me (I was right behind her and straight in his line of vision) and said "Have I met you before? Not recently, but did I know you in the 50's or 60's?" I was dumb struck...literally...and when I did answer this is what I said, "Not unless it was in the back seat of a car."

The friend dropped his arm and moved away like I had said F*** Y** to him and he took my hand and shook it and touched my arm with the other hand and he laughed...a good loud belly laugh as I turned red and just wanted to melt into the floor. It was a good moment, a special moment and has been talked about a million times over and over again.

The morning after the concert when we woke up Steve looked at me and said "Are you still here? What happened? I had that check spent."

So, that's the story.....but for timing.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Information booth

I thought I would explain why Steve is going to the exotic spots of Qatar and Hong person asked and maybe others wonder why.

Steve is a Pharmacist by trade but it has been almost 20 years since he actually filled a prescription. He works for an organization that accredits health care organizations. His company sets standards of care, organizations structure their care environment around those standards, Steve's company comes out to survey these organizations and then scores them on how well they are doing. Doing well, they are accredited, not so well, conditional accreditation, poorly, no accreditation. In order for a health care organization (hospitals, home care, ambulatory care etc.) to bill and receive payment from Medicare they MUST be accredited. Steve's company is the primo one to do that.

This organization also has a "pre-survey" arm. These folks go out and prepare health care organizations for the actual survey. Steve used to do the surveys, but after the accident in 2005 he moved over to the pre-survey part because it requires less travel and he can do teaching projects from home. This pre-survey organization has an international division. It takes a while to be considered for international jobs and I guess Steve has earned his stripes.

There is a huge hospital complex in Qatar. Another pharmacist has been to that country a number of times but he is not available to go until 2008 and this hospital wants someone NOW. Kowloon, Hong Kong is also growing a large "Hospital Authority" complex and Steve will be working with both of these organizations on medication management.

So, in a way this is quite a prestigious assignment and had Qatar gotten its' act together sooner I might have been able to go to at least Hong Kong with him, but they kept putting off signing the contract and now the trip is melded into one huge adventure. It is a longer story, but the bottom line is I won't travel to Hong Kong alone and Qatar won't issue a visa to me for "Tourist Travel." I understand why, but it just sucks in general.

Friday, October 05, 2007

For Stevie

The last two times I posted a video it went poof. Hopefully not this time. Please see post below.

Happy Anniversary, sweetheart-honey

Twenty-two years. Twenty-two good years. Twenty-two years with the love of my life, my best friend, the one person in the world I can trust and depend on. Of course it is not perfect all of the time, but there is no one I would rather spend time with, sit next to or hold hands with than Steve.

Love you Steve, more than you will ever know or I can express.

Mine and his....they became ours. From left to right my youngest son Gil, my daughter Christine, my oldest Art, me, Steve, Steve's children, Sonya, Bobby his oldest and Stephanie his youngest.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Clarence Thomas

I have been perusing blogs to see if anyone has posted about the Clarence Thomas interview or said anything about his new book. I haven't found anything yet but I admit I didn't look very hard.

I rarely post political opinions on this blog. I am not informed enough, usually am unable to be articulate enough to say anything of value other than to call George Bush an asshole but......I saw the interview. I heard the words come out of Clarence Thomas' mouth and in brief here is what I think.

He lied about his interactions with Anita Hill when he testified before Congress, he lied in the interview and he lied in his book.

He came from the poorest of the poor. He suffered greatly as a child.

He blamed the Catholic Church as a whole for a racist remark he heard about the assassination of Martin Luther King while he was in the seminary.

He commented to his wife when he learned about his appointment to the Supreme Court..."Whoop-de-doo," and said the appointment really meant nothing to him at that point.

There is a lot more he said and a lot more I could say, but I would just be rambling.

Clarence Thomas is an angry man. Clarence Thomas is a lying angry man. He needs to go to confession. Might make him feel better about himself.

JP is absolutely right.....Rather than say Clarence Thomas needs to go to confession, maybe I should say he needs to 'fess up. Telling the truth is so very cleansing. Confession is a Catholic ritual. Clarence alluded to being back "in the faith" thus my confession statement.

Monday, October 01, 2007

High noon....scattering leaves

Here it is noon and I have done close to nothing, zero, nada, just nothing. My thinking is a bit scattered, kind of how the leaves look on the lawn.

It has been raining, it is still overcast, the kittens slept all night long right on my face, the bear came through and while there was nothing in the squirrel feeder he (has to be a male) had to tweak it just a bit so when I do put a few seeds in it they slide right out onto the ground. Thanks Bubba.

I haven't gone anywhere since we got back from California. Steve flew out yesterday and I absolutely had to go to the market. Normally, I could con him into going to the General Store a mile away where they charge $5.59 for a gallon of milk. I was forced to go to WallieWonderWorld with a bowel issue.

As I turned our street corner I thought "My goodness, look at what I have been missing!" The trees are glorious shades of yellow, orange and deep red. There are pine needles scattered across the roads. The temps have been in the 20's every morning and yesterday it barely got up to 50. Cows are huddled in bunches in the fields to keep warm; although I would think even a cow might reconsider cow breath as a main source of warmth.

All of the home For Sale signs put up in the spring that looked like starched aprons are hanging onto their stands by a string. PRICE REDUCED is slapped across the agents name. Pretty soon the signs will be gone only to re-appear next April. There are three homes on our road that have been up for sale for four years in a row without a nibble I've been told.

It is time for fall clean-up but I don't have any desire to do any of the required outside chores; put away the hoses, rake up the fallen seeds, pick up pine cones, turn on the pump house heater, take the mower in for service, haul out the snow thrower and yell until Steve fixes the damn chute that will only face to the left. I know there must be other necessary winter prep things to be done but I don't really want to try and think of them now.

This is the time of year we used to come to our little piece of heaven for vacation. Steve would be up here several times a month, but I was restricted to vacations only; April and October. Our anniversary is this Friday and every year we would spend it snuggled up in Idaho in clothes that I would never have a use for in California, visiting with friends that have now scattered in the wind, planning a big night out in celebration. It was a special time for me; for us I think. Now, if Steve is home at all it is special no matter what the day or month for that fact.

It rains in April and October in Idaho. I actually like the rain. It is soothing, maybe too soothing today. I like the tappytiptap sound on the metal roof of the house, I like feeling the stove heat, seeing the cats all curled up in a big O or in ying yang positions with each other.

This is the kind of day to be on the couch with my cats and kittens, reading, sipping a cup of hot chocolate. Sounds special. But, litter boxes are calling in their kitty cat scented way, the laundry hamper is full, there are dishes to wash and dusting to be done. As necessary as that sounds do you know what I would rather be doing; shopping with my daughter for a handbag, sitting in my son's living room watching Sachiko dance and sing or laughing at Spencer trying to do a somersault. Seeing the back of Steve's head in his messy office would be nice too.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Just a blip for now.

We interrupt this broadcast for a brief update:

The kittens at large: Luigi who went to live with one of the vet techs from our vet's office decided he wanted to live at the techs neighbor's house. He just waltzed over there one day and refuses to come back to his original home. So, Cindy has let him stay there. He is loved, an only cat and stays inside for the most part. They kept his name.

Houdini has adjusted nicely. He is an inside/outside cat and has an older female cat to pal with. He is not terribly fond of his human but does let her feed him and pet him. She kept his name as well.

Ask hat about SweetPea. I think Pea is training hat quite well.

Remember the possibility of trips to Qatar and Hong Kong? I am not going. Long story that would just turn me into a ball of flames hurtling towards outer space should I put it into words.

The kittens slept until 4:30 AM. Wonder of wonders.

The head thing when I fell out of the camper onto the blacktop parking lot...I had gone into the camper to get sodas to drink with our Sonic is less tender, but I have this nagging eye discomfort; not pain really just annoying. I will make a doctor appointment; promise.

The stress factor that I thought was the reason I was not feeling well was not the cause of said not feeling well. I am sick.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E.L.Y. nuthin cuter

This is demon Emma FKA sweet Emma. She is all about making crazy. She can chase her tail for at least 3 minutes non stop. She can climb a bare wall. She can bite all of my toes through a down blanket that now has holes in it where the down is sticking out. She can sleep on my face and not notice that I am not breathing. The moment after I took this picture she jumped onto my chest holding on with her yet to be clipped nails because she won't stay still long enough for us to do that and climbed to my neck where she draped herself like a kitten stole and kissed my cheek. Umm hum, she has me just coiled around her little paws. Add to the blanket.... 2 blinds, several throws, a birdhouse, the futon cover, a throw rug....all of which now are fringed, shredded and much loved by Miss Emma Lee.

Guido taking a bath. He is getting "beefy." I think, looking at the size of his paws, that he is going to be ah bigga boy and live up to his name. He is sweet, lovable and stays as far away from his sister as he can when she is "playing." He sleeps next to my shoulder and purrs. BTW, play time is between midnight and 4AM.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Stick 'em up.

You all remember Grandmother Minnie don't you? She's the grandmother that never knew my name, called me "girl" and gave me a penny every summer when we went to Ohio and Virginia on vacation. The look on her face in this picture says everything I remember about her...sour, non talkative and judgemental.

In the picture next to her is my grandfather, William Henry. He was a master carpenter and brick layer. He didn't know my name either and didn't even bother to call me girl or anything else. I don't remember him ever talking to me period. He looks really good in this picture. It was taken at my Aunt Marcella's apartment in the living room. See the shoes he is wearing? My dad always wore the same style; Romeos.

I can't imagine these two people being married and having a whole bushel of kids.

That my father loved his parents was obvious. He was attentive and affectionate with them, visited his mother every summer until she died, visited his father several times a month, paid many of his father's bills and for care in an "old folks" home when he was unable to participate in the activities of daily living.

Proof that I was a bad-gun-totin-babe at 4 or 5. This was taken in front of my grandfather's trailer in El Monte, Calif. It was parked on a huge lot with other trailers and sad looking homes made of scraps of wood and tar paper. With me are my cousins Billy and Carol Anne. They lived in El Centro. Billy had the nappy hair trait that Carol Anne and I were lucky to have missed! My dad and Uncle Pete made the "horsey" that Billy is sitting on. I spent a lot of time at my grandfather's trailer over the years. He was a smelly old man that chewed tobacco and shaved infrequently...bathing was optional on Saturdays. He had a scroungy dog named Lassie. I was never allowed in his trailer...before my dad and I would leave for a visit my mother would lecture me about how important it was to use good hygiene after using the bathroom. We would stop at a gas station before we got there and I would use the restroom and stop again after we left. I don't remember much about my grandfather....he eventually lived in an "old folks home." It was literally old three story converted home with a bunch of rooms that old people lived in . I remember visiting him one last time and he was sitting on the porch of the home in a rocking chair. He died shortly after that visit and my dad was broken hearted.
I'm the old person now.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Time and days.....

The laundry is done, the camper emptied and cleaned, kitty hair vacuumed up, Steve has already left on a business trip until Thursday, my head still hurts, the kittens moved to our bedroom for more socialization, the lawn is mowed and Dancing With The Stars was only so-so. Life is back to normal.

I really enjoyed seeing the kids even if it was a short trip. The drive was awful but the destination was what mattered. The weather cooperated but the big rig drivers did not. The grand kids are awesome but the freeway traffic is horrific. Read this statement and know I mean it with every bone in my body and every breath I take from this moment forward.....I will never take another road trip in that truck with the camper where we have to be back by a certain date or else. I will never again sleep in the camper at a rest stop with all of the truckers and their generators. I will never take another trip in that truck with the camper pulling a trailer.

Tomorrow the grandpa post.

Saturday, September 22, 2007


We are home; we are safe; we are still married, we still love each other (we decided it was too expensive to get rid of each other), the dogs feel great.... after trying hard to be neighborhood dogs and failing they were happy to run in the forest. Today is Lorraine's birthday and I am not at the party....sniff, sniff and more sniff. I have had a headache for almost a week....yes, as a result of the fall. I am home and I am alive.

I will visit everyone tomorrow.

Monday, September 17, 2007


We have arrived in California safely.....sort of.

Saturday: ETD? 10AM, actual DT, 12:20PM.

Got to Coeur d Alene at 1:30, stopped for lunch at Del Taco (CDA is 50 miles from home).

So, Saturday here is what happened. Drive, gas, dogs out to potty, drive, gas, dogs out to potty, eat while driving, drive until 11 PM sleep at a rest stop outside of Salem, Oregon. We passed along the way the turn off for Hats', Lorraine's, Cowbell and probably some other bloggers I have never met.

Sunday: See Saturday with just a few little exceptions. We got off I-5 for lunch; Sonic burger (yup, to hell with watching the ole cholesterol). I had already taken the dogs out to potty and gotten them settled back in the truck. I went into the camper which entails climbing up on the hitch of the trailer....I got sodas for I was backing out of the camper big ass first, I slipped off the hitch and fell flat on my back onto the blacktop of the bank parking lot where we had parked. I have a bump on the back of my head the size of an orange, bruised my arms, and my left hip big time....rang a few bells too. So, we sat in the parking lot for about an hour to be sure I wasn't going to have a seizure, pass out or throw up and hit the road again.

Steve wanted to try and drive straight through....he becomes possessed once he is on the road but we stopped at a rest stop in Button Willow. We passed sling's turn off yesterday.

We spent as much time on the 405 trying to get to my daughter's as we did driving from the rest stop to the 405....the traffic here is an absolute nightmare.

And here we are. We will stay here until Thursday morning when Steve wants to leave at 5AM (see Saturday's departure time) and try to be home by Friday night late. See possessed Steve comment.

I won't be able to blog again until I get home....we will be visiting and driving and trying to keep all of the dogs away from each other's throats; my daughter has 4 and then there are our 2 and it is an interesting mix. Penelope is totally freaked by my daughter's dogs for some reason (3 Boston Terriers and a Lab puppy); the same Penelope that was a former street walker, official greeter, sometimes left alone by her former owners for days and foraged deer, bear and moose poop to keep from getting hungry Penelope.

Kisses to all of you for looking in on the babies....all 6 (six) of them. Could someone just vacuum and dust a tiny bit for me?

Friday, September 14, 2007

The facts of life according to rosemary

How does that saying go? God doesn't give us what we can't handle, He gives us help with the handling. I'm sure I've got it wrong, but you know what I mean.

Every so often I need to get my stuff in a pile and sort it out. I get so caught up in the bull shit minutia of day to day and so stressed about things that have no importance that I forget to keep my eye on the big picture. If I don't get my house work done by noon I stress. If breakfast gets interrupted by Steve's office phone I get upset. Gawd forbid I don't do my housework for one day.....I am absolutely positive if I missed a day the planet earth as we know it would turn into a bunch of dust ball planets that spell ORECK.

Fact: Vacuuming is the way I earn my place on this earth. It is the way I make amends....I clean my environment because that is all I can control.

Fact: I am a bitch. I bitch a lot. Steve was warned when he met me; I told him straight up.

Fact: I have not mellowed one single bit. Not even a teentsy eentsy bit.

Fact: I have some growing up to do. The world does not revolve around me.

Fact: Life gets in the way of living. If I don't get some living done and soon, I will no longer be living.

Fact: Everything that goes wrong is not my fault. It is most of the time but not every time.

Fact: I agreed to move to Sandpoint. I jumped on the wagon and said giddayup. I really, really, really need to deal with that because we are not going anywhere.

Fact: I'd live anywhere Steve was.

Fact: One moment in time should not define the rest of our lives. We've let it.

Fact: No amount of saving and loving kitties will make up for not protecting my children.

Fact: I've grown old and I don't like it. Feeling 30 does not make a 62 year old body act like it is 30.

Fact: Regardless.....the sun will rise and set, the moon will hang high in the sky and I will continue to wish we would win the lottery.

Fact: This too shall pass and the importance of loving, sharing and bickering will return.

Fact: We leave on a week long driving trip tomorrow (picture a big red Ford-250 with a bed-over-cab camper towing a 16' trailer; yup, Ma and Pa Kettle or the Clampett's).

I think the time together and seeing our kids will do us both a lot of good. I'll be back Sunday the 23rd. Will you all keep an eye on the place for me and check on the kitties every once in a while? There are 6 of them and they are experts at diversion, finding hiding places and sadly destruction in many forms.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The order of business.

1. Last year on this date I posted about some idiot firing off a gun in the early hours of the morning. I made the assumption it was a hunter out poaching deer in our neighborhood. They fired again this morning. I know why this year and it has nothing to do with poaching deer. This is a sad day in many ways. 9/11 remembered, a war with no purpose, more American soldiers losing their lives in the war with no purpose, just a sad day.

2. Some of you may have noticed that I have not been posting every day. I also have not been visiting all of my blog friends every day. That is a great loss for me because I so very much enjoy your blogs and having all of you as friends.

There is a lot going on at home right now and will be for a while to come. I am not going to go into detail because it is just a huge mess and if I actually put everything down into actual words I might just lose it. Not that I am ever very far from the edge of the cliff....but....

Please, please if I don't post every day, don't forget about me. I will visit as often as I can.

We are going to be gone next week and I won't have computer access, so for sure there will be no posts from the 15th through the 23rd.

Love you all,

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Welcome home sweetheart

My daughter is on her way home. She is in the air going to Frankfurt then California=home.

She had a good time: Co-workers, Indian working force, sightseeing, Indian food, shopping.
She had a bad time: Three terrorist alerts, one Cholera alert, two dignitaries with armed guards on her hotel floor (the guards slept most of the time), poverty the instant she stepped outside the hotel compound, children begging, homeless tents, and dogs and cows starving in the streets.

She took some glorious pictures and here are a few of them.

As if her hand wasn't beautiful enough!

One of the "better" neighborhoods.

On the drive to work.

Homeless people on the sidewalks.

Yesterday was the birthday of Krishna; a shrine to the God.

She said the traffic was beyond horrible....people on bicycles, motor bikes, walking, in the back of trucks, dogs, kids and COWS all over the place.

The Taj Mahal....for those of us that will never see it in person.

My girl with the doorman to her hotel.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Cat tales...and blogger is beyond a butthead.

This is sweet Fuzzie. He is usually every one's friend. Lately he has been a bit testy. Since the kittens arrived....and yes, we are keeping them both to make our feline household total 6 (that's as in six cats).....he and Sophie have been at each other's throats, literally. Fuzz usually tiptoes around Sophie because she is a bit on the bitchy side, but now, he has had enough and is out for fur. Yesterday, they both managed to be out in the playpen at the same time. This almost never happens. Fuzz stationed himself right in front of the kittie door and would not let Sophie in. Period. I won't go into details, but it involved me laying on my stomach on the cement in the playpen with the both of them.

This is Sophie....Fuzzie's arch enemy. She is generally a brat. She hisses at anything that moves and occupies space....flies, spiders, Steve, the kittens, the dogs, air. She will on occasion, nip at me for no reason. But she gets a sharp touch on the end of her nose from my finger and then she will apologize. She is bound and determined to make Fuzzie's life as miserable as possible. It is her job.

FINAL NOTE: I have been really good the last few days; no yelling at Steve, have only said the "F" word once today, have kissed all of the kitties.... but apparently I have not been good enough for blogger. This post will have gone up numerous times before I finished it, may partially post, may not post at all. It won't keep caps in edit mode...I have to go back and do them twice, will not paragraph, forget spellcheck and the worst thing? When I go to look at blogs I get that message screen that says I am not connected to the Internet, can't find blogger or I am just stupid and doing something wrong. So, Steve will look at my computer tonight and see what's up.....if this didn't post then none of you know what's going on and might think I died, but I didn't!!!

Sunday, September 02, 2007


Here are the kittens. When we took them to the vet for the first time, she estimated their age at 16 weeks. So today they are officially 20 weeks old.

This is GUIDO. He is a growing boy. He eats, sleeps, potties and eats some more. He doesn't do much playing because his sister is a bully. If he has a toy and even remotely looks like he might enjoy it, Emma will run up to him and snatch it away, throw it across the room and then lose interest in it. He is still a little nervous, is not terribly lovable, but does let me rub his tummy and give him neck kisses. It will probably be a long time before he fully trusts a human again.

This is little EMMA. She is a playing machine. She is still really small.....I think she will be like her momma SweetPea that lives at Auld Hat's. She is a lovable, sweet little girl, but she also likes to rough house and throw her toys....and they are ALL hers. She lets me hold her, kiss her and rub her tummy. She also likes it when I sit on the futon...she climbs up on my ample chest and naps.

Blogger is being a butthead again. All of these pixs show up in a secret code in edit published this blog before I asked it to; blogger must be away for the long weekend or it is too lazy to behave. Sometimes I hate blogger,