Saturday, June 30, 2007
A big storm, and I mean BIG, went through yesterday at about 5 PM. Trees are down, power was out and big messes all over town and into Coeur d Alene. I drove into Spokane to pick up Steve from the airport and power was starting to come back at about midnight as we were driving along Hwy 95; but not at our house.
Power came back between 1:30 and 2 AM. It is still out south of us in Sagle. We have a huge mess to clean up in the yard so no blogging until tomorrow. The wind is blowing and the sun can't decide what she wants to do, so I'm going to turn the computer off.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Sometimes I just have to pat myself on the back. I slaved over this damm blog two nights in a row and this morning; slaved over just the picture and title element. That's because I had to do it all by myself, with hamster drive. UPDATE...NEWS BREAK....oh, my goodness, look at the present Gina gave me!! She put my name on my picture and made it match and I am just so happy I could cry. Thank you, Gina, my dear friend!
Take a look at the sidebar elements. Yes, I did the blogroll and can update it and I did my profile but Gina uploaded the picture of me disguised as Mimi Louise and she did my stat counter. I put in the blah about me links and that was pretty easy as was the bloglines badge and the blogger power one. I added the good reads element too.
But the snazzy stuff, why I just stole from other bloggers. The kitty clock I stole from Sling and he told me how to do links like I just did. The weather badge I took from Rook's Nest. The mood badge I saw somewhere but I have forgotten the name of the blog because it was a really long time ago and there was a waiting list to get one; sorry to whoever I stole that from. If it is you let me know so I can update this and give you credit. Then I saw the cool flickr badge at Joan's and just lifted that too. Michele over at chunky mountains has a photo badge but from another host and I don't have an account there. Paul has a nice literary one but I am not a good enough writer to display that one; Paul is for sure. Gina's blog is really nifty but she is a computer genius so I can't take anything of hers, darn it.
So, you wonderful friends just keep on working hard adding really cool stuff to your blog and I will keep a close eye out for those I really like and when you're not looking I'll just take a few here and there and make them my own. Thanks again. If any of you want to steal anything from my blog please help yourself. The hummingbird picture is a nice one to take. If you want I can email it to you.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Better? I sure hope so because this is the last time I will ever do this while I have dial up. It has taken me over 7 hours to upload the picture, change fonts, rearrange elements and get the stupid title small enough so it looks kind of proportionate. I feel the picture looks scrapbookie, not too perfect which I didn't want but I am not happy with the title...oh well. I guess I could have put up a picture of the cats or a handbag. Let me know what you think.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Fake Donkey (stuffed), fake smile. I look like I am wishing I was anywhere else but sitting on that donkey. We were in Tijuana....check out the shoes.....early "tennies."
The a** title is an afterthought. We are in beautiful San Francisco....the view out the window breathtaking.....take a picture you say? I forgot the camera. Weather you ask? Balmy days, chilly nights....I forgot our light jackets......off to shop while Steve is at the convention!
Saturday, June 23, 2007
We are packed and ready to go!!! San Francisco here we come. I have posts ready so I can blog while I am gone....addicted, that's right.
As I said yesterday, I am leaving this one up for votes on the question below.
Here is my question...please let me know what you think/like/prefer. Gina said it drives her nuts that I don't comment back in my blogs to those of you that visit. I have a weird rosemary reason that I won't share at the moment as to why I haven't done that....but, please tell me which is your preference. I will re-date this and leave it up while I am gone so I can get a good idea of what you all want. Thank you...for a lot.....your friendship, reading my blog, posting some of the most wonderful reads....and for coming back.
I wrote this... rosemary at 9:19 AM
My mother enrolled me in tap, ballet, acrobatics, and marching with baton classes hoping against fact that I was a klutz. I think I am wearing a little bit of all 4 outfits in this pic. I loved tap classes, loved the baton and marching, loved ballet, hated acrobatics. I tripped over my own feet in tap, dropped the baton every time, couldn't do the needed finger manipulation to twirl the baton and still remember the first three ballet positions. The last straw? I was doing a backward somersault, had a barrette in my hair, as I went feet over head the barrette cracked on my head and cut it open. THE END.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The first pic is of the driveway to the west. The second pic is part of the long trail to the east of the house. Last summer it was filled with knapweed. Steve in his post op condition stood out there and used his crutches to point out the weeds to me...."Over here, honey; there's a big one!" He pointed, I pulled, and pulled and pulled. We spread red and yellow clover and grass seed and watered until our well was almost dry. The fruits of our labor are there in between the daisies......little clover leaves and grass growing. The bags of seed declare a certain amount of weeds in the mix....and these daisies are those weeds....I absolutely love them. They were everywhere when we first saw this property and slowly the knapweed killed them off. I guess if I was more of an old forest faerie I would lay in the daisies and bask in their loveliness, but the spit bugs have been here for a few weeks and who knows what is hidden on the forest floor!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I need to tell all of you the truth about Getting Wet. I really don't know the 2 people in the picture. But, in the collection of 23 pictures of this man there is one of the woman with "Sis in the water." on the back. 21 others are of the man in various settings in a home all with comments written by him I am sure. In another single envelope inside the bigger one with the 23 pics was a single picture of my mom and this man, their arms around each other and looking every bit entranced with each other. If this was around 1942, my mom was married to Phil Rivers but this man is not Phil....I have a pic of him and my mom and she wrote it was them on the back. She married my dad in February of 1944 after her divorce from Phil. So, who was this man? I wish I knew.
Auld Hat has given me the daunting task of answering 8 critical questions. This is a serious matter. These answers could change the course of politics and world peas as we know them today. I take the challenge and march forward!
#1. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW….. that taking the flowers off zucchini plants would render them squash less????? I was/am a gardening dummy. The Sunset Gardening Bible should have said this plainly.
#2. I COME FROM A FAMILY……that was short on hugs, kisses and I Love You. I am sure when I was a baby and little girl my parents told me they loved me, but I don’t remember hearing those words until right before each of my parents passed away. My dad had special nicknames for me that were endearing and lasted throughout my life. I also remember sitting on his shoulders and on the couch watching old western movies. But overt hugs and kisses from either of them? No.
#3. I HAD A CRUSH ON…… I STILL HAVE A CRUSH ON Jackson Browne. He is still so damm good looking, makes music that bores into my little black heart, writes lyrics that can make me cry, take up a movement, and dream about him…and he says a lot of really good swear words at just the right moment.
#4. I HATE, HATE, HATE….. it when the cats potty right outside the litter box. I have changed litter daily, weekly, I scoop twice a day, bought all new boxes, moved the boxes, bought new litter, and on and on….yet Sophie and Mimi, the two pudges, just can’t seem to get their butts inside the box every once on a while. They are in the box, poised to potty and then at the last minute they shift somehow and there it goes, right on the tablecloth I have under the box. I buy plastic tablecloths and at the moment am replacing them every few weeks.
#5. I CAN UNDERSTAND……a woman’s need to have shoes and handbags in every color and design…..in multiples of a tazillion.
#6. I ALWAYS MAKE…. pretty much nothing if the truth be told. I am uncreative in all ways…no craft ability, can’t knit, crochet, sew or cook. I can ruin a really nice roast or steak by overcooking them. I wrap gifts horribly, can’t cut a straight line, color horribly and get glue everywhere.
#7. I REALLY DO LOVE…..time alone. A perfect day would be…..getting all of my house work done early, wash finished and put away and the dogs taking themselves out side every 20 minutes to sniff around the yard while I….sit on the couch with a good book, sunflower seeds and a glass of ice cold diet Coke. Perfection.
#8. I BEGAN AND QUICKLY ENDED….a career in cosmetology. I went to school for 18 months, cut, colored and permed a thousand heads of hair and had a great social time but was a lousy cosmetologist. I met my second husband through one of my clients and my best friend at the time married that client’s son. It was an interesting time.
That’s all folks. I don’t know how much more boredom you can all take. How about if everyone on my blogroll takes up the challenge? I don't care if you already did it or not. Do it again.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Just a note.....my best friend Molly has a son, Aaron....he is the father of two young boys. He left for Iraq for the second time this morning. Prior to Iraq he was in South Korea at the North and South border. I wonder who it is that makes these assignments.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Christmas 1961. Here I am Christmas morning showing off and smiling for once. On my head is my new portable hair dryer with a "bonnet" big enough to cover the Country Club beer cans with the ends punched out so I could clip them onto my head (the cans were as round as a regular beer can but half as tall). I used them to "straighten" my hair. Yes, the cans got hot and burned the crap out of my scalp, but anything for beauty, right? The dryer was portable as far as its size and small motor....still had to be plugged in and I had to stay in one place while my hair dried. The alternative to the hair dryer/can invention was ironing my hair which made it crisp and a little bit shorter every time I brushed it.....it broke off! Eventually I gave up the dryer/cans/ironing and used cute pink hair tape to keep my hair straight...for about 17 minutes....and I actually did go out in public with the cans in my hair and tape on my bangs. I was young.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Who are these women? Are they sisters, twins, or from outer space as their hats would indicate? I don't have a clue. The penciled date on the back says 1942, Baltimore in my mother's writing.
Since my daughter left I have been trying to keep up with sorting through my parent's mementos. Of 4 large totes full of "stuff" I have managed to get through 1/2 of one. Almost all of the items I have looked at so far are foreign to me...pictures, cards and letters from unknowns.
Here is my problem...my mother saved all of this stuff for decades. She has been gone a long time. Obviously each and every item was important to her...they are not to me in a personal way and none of my children even find them interesting. Do I just put the stuff back in the tote and leave the tossing to my kids after I am gone? Do I kiss each item for my mom and then toss it myself so at least there is some sort of respectful tossing? What do I do with all of the things that made up the heart of my mother's life?
I found her certificate of passing a corded and cordless PBX class, her air raid monitor certificate from WW ll, her air raid arm band...those items I will keep. But what about the cards from Francie, Abe and hundreds of other people? Should I send the thousands of letters from her brothers with clippings from Portsmouth, Baltimore and Norfolk back to their widows and children? There are old postcards...I'll keep them....tin-types of my dad's ancestors...I'll keep them...pictures of my children that I will send on to them...but.....what about all of the rest of the "stuff" like the picture above?
I don't want to sell them and have a picture of Fricka and Fracka end up in some one's living room as a joke....I simply don't know what to do. I have found a treasure of pictures of me from birth until 1952. Once my brother was born I became background material...such was life in my Italian family. I will post some of them...but help me please make a decision.
PS...what size shoe do you think those women are wearing? A minus 1?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Remember the challenge from SLING and the 7 anythings about me? Remember my big butt and belly on the couch while some idiot with a gun let his driverless car ram my sweet 1958 Chevy Del Rey story? Here I am in my big buttness and bellyness! Dressed in a typical 60's polyester tent, the front of the dress hiked up 8 inches, legs bowed, and red hair, I was a picture of all things huge and pregnant. My oldest son is next to me with his newly buzzed hair cut that I created on the front porch with my very own clipper set...always thrifty you know. Next to him is my daughter also in polyester....she was already a fashion maven at six. I can hear her in my head, "My gawd mother, look at my hair!" They were sweet, wonderful kids. My youngest son was born 23 days later if the date on the pic is accurate.
Monday, June 04, 2007
My daughter and I started the huge task of trying to sort through my mother and father's pictures and mementos. My mom kept everything from cards, letters, pictures and dried flowers to my first fingernail clippings. In my baby book we found this list. We made the assumption that it is the list of possible baby names when my mom was pregnant with me. I know that my name is a combination of my godmother's and my mom's names....Rose and Mary (I don't have a middle name.) But what if she had decided on.....Karma, Verna, MaeDel, Dolly, Denae or the best one Dema Rhae?....if I had been a boy there was the possibility you'd be calling me Duane, Junior, Preston, Dorman, Marcel or my favorite....Divite!! What were you thinking mom??? Can you see that Dennis is on the girls side?
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Detroit in 1949; I was 4 going on 5. Where am I? Does anyone know? I am standing with my Uncle Sam and Aunt Marcella. They loved me beyond words...I know that for a fact because my Auntie would hug me and tell me she couldn't say I love you enough. Sam? He gave me big, wet kisses.....and I loved them both back just as much. They never had children.
Pretty spiffy cowgirl outfit don't you think? I was a Hoppy fan...well except for the SunSandals and pedal pusher pants I was spiffy, but I did have real cowgirl pants, boots and cap guns with a belt holster.
They lived in a trailer, in a trailer park, in Detroit...not a mobile home in a mobile home park in Detroit. I don't think mobile homes had been invented in 1949. It was a silver travel trailer and the whole park was full of them. It was small, had a couch that sat maybe 3 really skinny adults, a pull down table, a teensy weensy kitchen and bath and a bed that I fit in at 4 years old nicely. I thought it was like my dolly house.
My Auntie didn't work. Sam was a mechanic and from Germany. I tried to talk with a German accent and it made them laugh. My Auntie rarely laughed.....because it turns out Sam beat her regularly. My dad called him a "nasty son-of-a-bitch."
Auntie came to live with us after she divorced Sam. It took me a long time to realize how badly he had hurt her. There were times when I wished she was my mother (she was my dad's sister) because she was A.L.W.A.Y.S. on my side. I lived with her for a while between freshman and sophomore terms. I was a difficult teenager. She was a nurse, I became a nurse. She loved blindly, I loved blindly. She showered me with love and I loved her in return.
She died of Hodgkin's Lymphoma.