My friends
are losing their jobs.
And when I leave for work in the morning
I wonder if I’ll be home early.
I wonder
if I’ll be part of a statistic on the evening news about unemployment or part of body count woven into some bit of trivia on Political bloviators blog about what George W Bush and his friends did to this economy and our Country.
I wonder when I’ll get turned into a number too.
There is Nothing Like A Doomsday Scenario To Kick Off The Weekend
One of my favorite toys in the entire world
was
and remains
the Slinky.
To this day I’m your fan of the basic
Silver Slinky.
NOT
the Slinky Jr., the Plastic Slinky or the Slinky Dog or even the Slinky Pets- and surpise I didn’t even like the Crazy Eyes (glasses with Slinky-extended fake eyeballs) I never owned one of those Neon Slinkies though I found a few of them under my Christmas Tree from time to time.
See, for years I thought that one little toy meant I was your normal Suburban kid and not the little weirdo who got rocks thrown at her by her Blue Bird Troop because she didn’t bring Maple Squares on treat day.
And then, one day I decided to write about
The Slinky
and learned it’s inventor- Richard James- left his wife and ran off to Bolivia to join a religious cult.
You know, it’s true.
You can run as far as you want and when you’re done running
you’ll always end up
right back in the place you were trying to get away from in the first place.
…that’s where it is?
The Truth Is In Area 51?
It’s been a long month.
I’ve battled the Flu
and the Cold
and silly people telling me to do silly things-
like what to think
and what to write and how to write it.
But the joke is on them.
Like I THINK.
As a rule I just I act.
So here’s to moving on to better things…
OH.
Before I forget.
Here’s my David Tennant Picture of the week!
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” The world ” people have been saying since November 4th ” will not change over night because Barack Obama was elected President.”
That may be true,
but the fact is
that it can never go back to the way it was before
he was elected.
Which is a good thing if you ask people like me- or my friend Bertha.
What follows is from the Seattle Times-they did a story about my friend Bertha-
she got to be there when that shift happened.
She needed to be there.
I love you to death Bertha, you know that.
I’d say hurry home- but I’m guessing you’ll be floating so no rush…
and I hope you took lots of pictures.
anita
An Inaugural Journey in three parts
Part 1: A 2009 Presidential Inaugural Exclusive
78-year-old Bertha McDaniel and her nephew Terry Hayes are preparing to witness the event of a lifetime.
Part 2: Prepping for an inaugural journey
78-year-old Bertha McDaniel and nephew Terry Hayes discuss the importance of making the trip to witness the 44th Presidential Inauguration.
Part 3: An Inaugural Journey concludes
78-year-old Bertha McDaniel and her nephew Terry Hayes, along with his wife Jennifer made the long journey from Seattle to Washington D.C. for the Presidential Inauguration. Massive crowds and restricted gated areas required the small group to split up.
No doubt about it, the Inauguration of President Elect Obama
is a moment that we should celebrate.
But in all of joy that we will be feeling and sharing, I think we need to remember those of us who are no longer here to celebrate with us because of the actions of
George W. Bush.
That’s what this song by
Ronnie Ray Jenkins does.
It remembers.
Thank You Ronnie Ray and keep singing for us.
a.m.
( note below is from Ronnie Ray Jenkins.Com )
George W. Bush Jr deserves a tribute of sorts. …He goes back to the freshly painted mansion in Dallas, missed by few, but will always be remembered. If the spirits could talk, what would they ask of their loved ones? In this case, this ghost soldier wants Bush and Cheney to remember how their lies, cost him his life.
RRJ
“They Lied…We Died”
We walked the waving hill of wheat, the day I said goodbye
With sunbeams on our shoulders, and teardrops in your eyes
Your glowing face was filled with pride, and mine was filled with glory
Now you know, as this ghost does, their cause was just a story.
I promised you that I’d return, as we walked hand in hand
With whispered dreams as lovers do with marriage in our plans
Of raising baseball playing kids and we’d watch them from the stands
Of fishing trips, and picnics, and castles made of sand.
But they lied.
Yes, they lied.
And we died.
And you cried.
When the singing wind reminds you of how things used to be
Don’t cry for me, I’m singing still… upon some gentle breeze
Now, I’m all around you in the moon, the stars and sky
Ever young in memory because of rich men’s lies.
Yes, they lied.
And we died.
And you cried.
All our dreams are empty now, my soul floats with regret
Cheated of this life of mine, I hadn’t lived it yet.
Someday I know that you’ll move on, young lovers always do,
There is just one thing that I am gonna ask of you
Is remind that man in Dallas, and in Wyoming too,
That their lies pulled the trigger, and took me away from you.
And they lied.
And we died.
And you cried.
When I was about 9- so this was in 1973, I belonged to this Girl Scout ( don’t laugh or I’ll smack you with my badgeless sash ) type group called ” The Bluebirds “
Along with the other projects I didn’t do for Bluebirds because I was a latch key kid and my Mom would have killed me if I’d messed around with the stove when she wasn’t at home ( they focused on you earning your badges through lots and lots of homemaking skills back then) I also missed out on those sewing and outdoor projects because my Mom was scared of what was happening to her feet and to a lesser degree her hands.
My Mom worked in this apple processing plant where she found out- a little to late-that she was allergic to apples and the skin on her hands and feet were peeling off and blistering and leaving her looking like something from a Sci-Fi Movie.
Why didn’t my Dad help me?
Because he wasn’t Mike Brady – you know the dad from the Brady Bunch- my Dad was a Cook back then with long weird work hours and you bet your backside I wasn’t going to bother him when he would crawl through the door at night either.
So I was totally badgeless and sometimes I forgot to bring treats and it was a good thing I could box because if you think you can just talk your way out of corner you’ve been backed into by a bunch of angry 9 year olds who are expecting donuts or something for ” Treat Time ” you are seriously mistaken.
So as a Bluebird I sucked.
And then redemption came.
One day, we had to come up with an idea for ” Volunteer Day “.
We had to sit around in a circle and come up with something we could do to help people in our neighborhood or schools.
I had a brilliant idea.
Day after day in School I had to sit there and listen to some of my friends struggle through ‘reading time’. And in some cases not just struggle- they either cried or refused to read at all.
I, on the other hand had managed to find something I could do well because Badgeless Me was reading two years up from my grade.
So there was something I could do to help.
I said, ” We could help kids practice reading “.
My Leader looked at me like I had just suggest we make Doggie Doo-Doo sandwiches and hand them out to starving people. ” Anita, that is not a good idea. No one is going to want to sit around and listen to kids read.”
So what did my little Troop do?
We decided to lip sync that song ” Snoopy Vs The Red Baron“ for old people at Nursing Homes who “didn’t have anybody.”
That was how we ‘helped’ our community.
Once.
They did it once.
I walked my Sister to and from her ballet class that day and a lot of other classes after that day even though I had a lot of other fun things I could have been doing instead.
I offered to do it.
Volunteered you may say.
So on Monday, when we are asked to participate in a National Day of Service I am going to go through my books, chose ones that really meant something to me and I am going to donate them to a shop by my bus stop where the money goes to help the homeless.
So why do that?
Because it’s a sacrifice, because books still matter to me, because reading matters to me
because a long time ago
A Little Bluebird told me too.
links to participate in National Day of Service below
2009 King Day of Service Will Be Largest Ever –
11,400 Projects and Counting!
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