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YOU MAY BE A REDNECK IF . . .

6/22/2016

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REMEMBER TO RECYCLE AND REUSE

Yup, you may be a redneck if you happen to have a porcelain toilet sitting on your front deck. Seriously, it can happen to any of us. Like me.

A while back, a visitor to our home (I won't mention her name to avoid causing any embarrassment) happened to mention to me, "Mom, your toilets are so short. You guys need to get the taller models!"

Another visitor (again I won't mention any names) said, "Janene, as your second sister, Sandy, I'm here to tell you that your toilets are so short."

These comments led to (A) purchasing a tall-boy toilet, (B) installing it, and (C) setting the old one outside until we take it to recycle at the Redo store. And that's how we happen to have a crapper sitting outside our front door.

Since the first replacement is really nice, we will be replacing another soon. Jeeze, I hope the first old one is gone by then. It might be a bit embarrassing to have TWO toilets sitting outside our door.
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     What's really convenient about having a stool outside, is the simplicity of cleaning it. It rained last night, and today our outdoors porcelain throne is sparkling.





                  GOD BLESS YOU ALL
 
               (and forgive me for this tacky post)

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WHAT DO I HAVE TO SHOW FOR 45 YEARS??????

6/18/2016

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 THE CIRCLES OF WOMEN AROUND US WEAVE INVISIBLE NETS OF LOVE THAT CARRY US WHEN WE'RE WEAK, AND SING WITH US WHEN WE ARE STRONG.
                                                                                                              Sark

I stole this quote from Jenna's Facebook page 'cause I liked it so much.

Anyway, back to the question "What do I have to show for 45 years?"     A lot.

Today is my wedding anniversary, and I have a great husband, wonderful son and daughter, two special granddaughters, and one wonderful grandson. The past 45 years have been interesting, sometimes trying, sometimes fun, and sometimes a bunch of hard work.  Guess what?  It's been worth it.

I had such a wonderful time this morning. Jenna had made arrangements with Rick J., a friend from work, to schedule an airplane ride for an early birthday present for Alec! We took him to the airport and surprised him.  He had a ball and got to see how little things look on the ground. The pilot, Tim, treated him like royalty. Afterward, Alec kept saying, "I love to fly! I love to fly!" After the flight, Tim showed him a big fancy hanger with corporate jets.  Everyone is so good to our boy, and Jenna is always looking for neat things to do with and for her kiddo.






















My Uncle Everett delivered copies of the family history book that he has written, pertaining to my fraternal side. Now, none of you are probably interested in who my ancestors were, but I did find out one really interesting fact. You know how some people find out that they come from royalty or very distinguished lines? 

Well. . . .then there are some of us who find out that we come from humble (but honest) beginnings. I learned that my great-great grandfather, Christopher, was. .  .wait for it. . . A GEESE HERDER.
You can't get more humble than that. Evidently, it was his job to force-feed a flock of geese to make their livers to grow quite large to produce pate de foie gras for the rich folk. After the geese were fattened up, they were not transported by truck or rail. This was a really long time ago, so the best option was to herd them to slaughter. Hmmmm. Therefore, they had to prepare the poor geese by first walking them across tar, then walking them through sand, then tar, then sand. This was called "shodding". After a build-up was reached on the bottoms of their feet (probably like roof shingle texture), they were able to walk quite a distance as they were being herded.

Another interesting fact about great-great granddad, was that he would sit and knit during the slow times when it wasn't feeding time or herding time.  Hmmmmm. I guess that's where Sisters Karen and Sandy got their talent for knitting and crocheting.
 
NOTE: Once again, I was going to recommend a product, but have instead decided to warn you of an important bit of info about it. The popular snack company, I'll just call it Little "Chubby" Cakes, has a new thing out there that is delish!  Two soft peanut butter cookies filled with peanut butter crème. Unfortunately, I looked at the package and saw that each one is about 410 calories. Bummer.  Well, go ahead and indulge. Just remember, I don't call this company Little "Chubby" Cakes for nothing.


One more note. Just got a flyer in the mail concerning the Especially For You Breast Cancer Walk that will held October 9th. I forgot to tell you all that last year  when I picked up our team shirts, Jenna realized that they had misspelled our last name. I told her it was fine, but she said we were NOT walking among thousands of people with OLIPHART on our backs. It made it look like our name was pronounced "Olifart". Fortunately, the organization reprinted the shirts overnight and we didn't have to march along with "phart" on the shirts.  Hee Hee.

                                                                      
                                                                 GOD BLESS YOU ALL



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THANK YOU

6/9/2016

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DO NOT LET WHAT YOU CANNOT DO INTERFERE WITH WHAT YOU CAN DO.
                                                                                                        John Wooden

This is a sincere thank you to the Cancer Hospitals in Bhopal, who recently left a comment on my December 26, 2015, post.  I believe that Alicia Staley, Ambassador for Cure Forward has been referring that  particular post to different organizations.

Their comment read:  "If more people that write articles really concerned themselves with writing great content like you, more readers would be interested in their writings.  Thank you for caring about your content."


Thank you so much for your kind words, Cancer Hospitals.     



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I AM OFFICIALLY AN OLD LADY. . .

6/7/2016

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SPRING BEING A TOUGH ACT TO FOLLOW, GOD CREATED JUNE
                                                                       Al Bernstein

After working in the yard all day yesterday, I could hardly walk last night. Even a few years ago, this would not have happened.  Sigh. . . I am officially an old lady.
 
Twice, yes TWICE, today I cracked my forehead getting into my SUV.  Now, I am kinda short and my car is tall, so there shouldn't have been any contact whatsoever. Sorry that I am whining, but dang it, it hurt!  (Don't want to be knocking the old melon around and starting up my enemy Virtigo).               Sigh. . .  I am officially an old lady.

While working in my yard, I came to a startling conclusion.  Let me say first, that I always got a kick out of mowing Little Ma's yard, since she had lots and lots of gew gaws and tchotchkes and bits of interesting things all around her house and yard.  Dare I be honest and say JUNK?  Well, I just noticed that I have accumulated an ever-growing collection of gew gaws and tchotchkes and bits of interesting things. JUNK! Sigh. . .  I am officially an old lady.
 

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An old washtub of petunias, some old rusty machine part, a metal bunny arrow on stake, and Little Ma's old sharpening wheel.
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Here we have the face of a tree spirit and some frogs on an old water hose reel that I got at a garage sale.
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The beginning of the gnome house.  It's a work in progress. The street lights really work. It's so cool to look down the hill at night and see it lit up.  Lots more work to be done before it is done.
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Part of my hillside has little grass, so I am making it into a "hosta hillside". But to qualify as an official old lady, I had to stick in three of those solar battery lights to junk it up a bit.
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NOTE TO SISTER KAREN:  Here are the June, July, and August flowers for the folks. The quote for this post is for this picture.














Mom with Alec riding on his new bike he got for an early birthday gift. Notice the BLACK shoes!!!!!



And finally, my darling daughter tried to be light-hearted when it came time for me to get my breast reconstructive surgery, by declaring that she wouldn't mind getting new "jugs" (just not the way I did it).
Well, be careful what you wish for. . . it just might come true. Only it may not come out exactly the way you wanted it to. Hee hee.

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                                                                           GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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    ... was diagnosed with breast cancer on November 11, 2013. This is a place for all of the people who love and care about her to get the information about her treatment and her personal experience of kicking cancer's ass, (sometimes from her daughter's perspective). It's hard to stand by and not be able to do anything to help. Writing gives my mom an outlet and allows both of us to share information during this time. Therefore, we blog :) 

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