Have you tried the new chips from Fridays…..available, of course at Costco? Oh, HIDE THE BAG FROM ME!!! cause they are so good (and so bad) ….
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IT’S VACATION TIME…..AGAIN
Tomorrow my sis and I are taking off for parts known and unknown……7 days of just hanging out and enjoying being together…two old ladies…reminds of a wonderful card….two old old ladies sitting on a park bench….one says to the other “is it butt naked or buck naked”?
love it!!
ABUSED…….HERE AND THERE
Remember we’ve talked about abuse in a few blogs prior to today? Well, we did.
Anyhow, I see that in Kansas they don’t have enough time to take on the physical abuse of women for awhile….seems they just don’t have the money, or whatever.
My sister was physically and mentally abused for 20+ years……I have written about it but never published because they are ending up a nasty divorce and I do not want to provoke anything. HOwever, in the next few weeks (into November) I will rethink, check on the status of the ‘leftovers’ in the divorce and I will write it for you to read and digest.
Be informed that my sister is no slouch…..she’s is not one of those poor, put down, and mentally impoverished women you think of as being ‘an abused wife’.
I say she ‘IS’ not but she was….and in such a subtle way. To meet her in public, to visit with her during dinner, to see her in action in a busy ER in a large city, saving, saving, saving…..you would never, I say, NEVER know. But when the day ended, and her work complete, she would go home broken, tearful, and terribly afraid of what was ahead for the evening.
There are nights when she and my niece would find themselves out on the street, having to, yet again, find a hotel. There were nights when, after working 12 hours, she would be up til 4AM being screamed and yelled at…..a tactic often used by abusive men to help ‘their women’ understand that if they would just ‘do this’ or ‘do that’, the men would not lose their tempers.
There were nights when physical threats turned into the real thing….. and my grown niece was there to watch.
So when states seem to have problems covering phone calls from abused women, I take a stand, both in anger, and in the hope they acknowledge their ignorance of the terrors of life.
As one can see by the terrible crime in Seal Beach, Ca. even a restraining order does nothing to keep a women safe. Shame on those who seem to overlook lives coming so close to death. Just one phone call may keep them alive…..or if the abuser knows, can kill them.
WAKE-UP! There may be only minutes left for woman who desperately needs the siren to come down her street. She is counting on her one chance….her phone call that may open the door to a more peaceful existance……The 911 call…the call to a friend or neighbor can be occurring at this moment.
PLEASE DON’T FORGET HER……. later, with love
more…..rats, norwegian, that is
ah, the rat man cometh and me thinks the rat man thinks, he taketh away. I do enjoy Clarence….heck of a nice guy and he is doing is best, so I’m here to recommend him and have some fun too.
Some body and I mean ‘some body’ has been living, exercising, renting, or subletting an area of our attic for a few years now. I think they are retired, maybe just passing thru from one neighborhood to the next. Who knows…
There are no little ‘bodies’ that I know of, and most of the time they are quiet tenants, however, lately all has not been well. They have decided to scratch…either themselves, or a friend, or some wood, or insulation, I don’t know, but they are becoming too noisy for the neighborhood (my house).
Clarence came and set traps and has checked regularly for dead ‘bodies’, to no avail. He also plugged up areas where experienced rodents might want to get in. We thought things were going extremely well, until about 3AM this AM.
First hubby woke up, then he paced, then kitty woke up, then he paced…he also had some crunchies, and then I woke up. By then the activity in my bedroom was as busy as was whoever was in the attic. We listened, we whispered, we listened, and then a decision was made (no we didn’t call Clarence). Hubby, the hunter took his binoculars and his flashlight and went out to survey the roof of our bedroom. He flashed here and there. He ‘binoculed’ here and there, but nothing was seen. I watched and listened from the ‘inside’ and his light didn’t seem to bother our guest or guests. They kept scratching, and banging around as tho it was mid-day.
So the hunter returned to bed, the cat returned to bed, and I followed. Finally, around 4:30AM, the guest upstairs finally died, withered, got sick, gave up, was hit by his/her spouse, ate enough, or just left. At 4:30AM in the AM who really cares.
Clarence was called about 8:30 for an afternoon ‘check’….it is now 3:15 and no Clarence, therefore, no check. Maybe Clarence melted in our ‘first rain of the season’….(previous blogs today).
Rats!!!!!!
seriouslyscorpio 