I heard through the grapevine that Eric has some donors that are going to cause me to be dumped in the dust. I am so sorry, but you know how competitive I am and if Eric beats me I am going to be devastated! It just dawned on me that I only have 10 days left to come up with another $500.00. Now when we started this venture $1000.00 did not seem like much money, but now that the deadline is coming up I am starting to get very nervous.
See it is a matter of pride with me. I know I have a lot of friends and I was pretty much counting on them to bail my boney butt out. Now I do not know where my friends have gotten off to. I had a couple of the chat room girls donate, but none of the guys. Hey, I thought they loved me! I know I have family and friends out there reading this. Help!
You see Eric is a little skinny, really cute kid with these curls and I can not just be defeated by a pretty face! There is no amount to large or too small. Just throw me any kind of a bone here! Look here is my widget and everything! I love you. You know I love you! And this is a very worthy cause.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Over sexed tarantula's loose on the Mesa.
Ok, I am making a special posting here, you know, deviating from my regular modus operands. I read this in the newspaper, so I know it is true. The Tarantula's are breeding out here on the Mesa and they are not one bit timid about it. either!
I have lived on this Mesa out here since 1982. In all that time I have seen 2 Tarantula's near my house. One wandered in and a son-in-law carried the other in the house. Needless to say he also carried it out at my gentle urging. You should know going in to this conversation that I do have a tad bit of a case of Arachnophobia. This means the bigger the spider the more screaming and crying you will hear from this little body.
Now the article in the paper gave us a lot of useful information including the fact that it takes a male 5 years to mature. I did not actually read the article because had I read it, I would have had nightmares for sure. I do not want to read about them. I do not want to think about them. I only want to know why they are invading my space and I find it is because they are mating. The mere fact that they are mating causes me to think there will be more of them. I am about half way smart here on the breeding thing, having had 5 children of my own.
Now what I am wondering here is this; what shall I do if I see a breeding pair? Shall I cheer them on in hopes of lots of babies? Should I turn my back and give them privacy? Should I stand there and extol the glories of safe sex? I am thinking I wish I did not know how to read. Or perhaps the Chieftain could write about something that does not cause visions of very hairy legs to come to my mind. I am hoping this mating thing does not go on much longer. I am actually praying for a hard freeze. My life has lots of little turmoils as I scurry along towards the end of it and I can see if I must be on the lookout for giant spiders that I am not going to be able to watch where I am going and I could hurt my little self.
So, where ever you are tonight, be glad you are not out here in Colorado in the midst of this thing going on here. And you might want to get me a room ready at your house, cause I think I may be moving on very soon!
I have lived on this Mesa out here since 1982. In all that time I have seen 2 Tarantula's near my house. One wandered in and a son-in-law carried the other in the house. Needless to say he also carried it out at my gentle urging. You should know going in to this conversation that I do have a tad bit of a case of Arachnophobia. This means the bigger the spider the more screaming and crying you will hear from this little body.
Now the article in the paper gave us a lot of useful information including the fact that it takes a male 5 years to mature. I did not actually read the article because had I read it, I would have had nightmares for sure. I do not want to read about them. I do not want to think about them. I only want to know why they are invading my space and I find it is because they are mating. The mere fact that they are mating causes me to think there will be more of them. I am about half way smart here on the breeding thing, having had 5 children of my own.
Now what I am wondering here is this; what shall I do if I see a breeding pair? Shall I cheer them on in hopes of lots of babies? Should I turn my back and give them privacy? Should I stand there and extol the glories of safe sex? I am thinking I wish I did not know how to read. Or perhaps the Chieftain could write about something that does not cause visions of very hairy legs to come to my mind. I am hoping this mating thing does not go on much longer. I am actually praying for a hard freeze. My life has lots of little turmoils as I scurry along towards the end of it and I can see if I must be on the lookout for giant spiders that I am not going to be able to watch where I am going and I could hurt my little self.
So, where ever you are tonight, be glad you are not out here in Colorado in the midst of this thing going on here. And you might want to get me a room ready at your house, cause I think I may be moving on very soon!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Link for the AIDS WALK!!
Ok, here is my link so you can support me in the AIDS Walk in the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, Colorado on October 9, 2010.
There is no donation too large or too small. Every nickle is appreciated and all the money Eric and I raise will stay right here in Pueblo for our clients. Know how much I appreciate every thing I am allowed to do for these people whom I love so much!
Kisses and hugs to everyone of you! XOXOXOX
High School at Plevna, Kansas with Grandma and Great Grandma!
Well, there is nothing more scary in the whole world of young people than the day they leave the secure little nest of Elementary School and venture onto the high school campus. True it is only 7 blocks away and it is the same kids you have gone to school with all your life, but none-the-less, it was a real heart stopper for me.
I did not start High School in my Beloved Nickerson, I started in Plevna, Kansas. The entire city population was 112. There were outlying farms, but I lived in the city proper with Grandma Haas, age 71 and Great Grandma Hatfield, age 98. Grandma was rather crippled up from a stroke and Great Grandma took care of her. My job was to help.
Now, I don't know if you ever lived with 2 very old ladies when you were a delicate flower of 15, but there is a lot of adjusting that needs to be done and guess who is going to do it! First was the sleeping arrangements. They had a bedroom with a big bed. That was theirs. Upstairs were 2 bedrooms with beds and all, but I could not sleep up there because I would be too far away and something might happen and what if some one came in and kidnapped me? So I slept in the downstairs living room on the couch right by the front door, which was never locked. Ok, Grandma's!
Next I must learn to crochet. They had a radio, a big wooden thing with a round top. That was for listening to the stock market and futures reports at noon. For no other reason was it ever turned on. It goes without saying that there was no television, so crochet it should be. With my little hook and size 10 crochet thread I very quickly learned to make a "chain". That was good enough for me, but not the grandma's.
After my first chain was about 10 feet long I say the wisdom of learning other stitches. I was taught the sc (single crochet, dc (double crochet), hdc (half double crochet), tr (treble crochet), dtr (double treble crochet), and then I was on my way. Soon I had a round crocheted thingy to which I added chains and made loops. At the end I crocheted around the outside with green thread and that was it. I had made my first Pineapple Doily! Great Grandma then boiled sugar and water and put the doily in there. It was then set to dry and the ruffle shaped. It was a work of art and my first endeavor in the fine art of needlework.
Plevna had a bank, filling station, phone company, post office, mechanic, the school, and a General Store. Hinshaw's General Store was the hub of the metropolis, needless to say. When Grandma sent me to the store she sent me with a handkerchief with the money tied in the corner. After all it was almost a full block! It was always just the right amount. I would walk in, tell Mr. or Mrs. Hinshaw that Grandma Hatfield had sent me, hand him the hanky and wait. He would retrieve what ever it was, untie the hanky, take the money and had me the hanky and the item. I was then trusted to walk home with both.
There was lots of stuff in that store. Light farm equipment like rakes, shovels, towels, a few pairs of overalls, socks, beans and crackers in a barrel, and of course groceries. I went one time with Aunt Mabel and she bought a towel for me to do textile painting on for momma for Christmas. It had laid on the shelf so long it had lines that never came out, but it was new and it was for momma. As I recall Aunt Mabel helped me paint a beautiful Iris. Another form of needlework or crafts or something.
The most important part about the Hinshaws was their grandsons! They were my age and they were twins and I would go to school with them when school started. Dale was very light complected, with red hair and freckles and a little on the pudgy side. Dean was small and wiry, and darker complected with dark brown hair, very thin. If you met them you would never dream they were related in any way. First lesson on twins. Also my first childhood crush, but I won't tell you which one it was! It actually lasted way over a week into the school year.
The highlight of the summer was when momma sent 2 friends of the family to pick me up and take me back to Nickerson for a few days before school started. They roared into town on their Triumph Motorcycles and I was in Heaven! I loved those bikes and the thought of the 20 mile trip to Nickerson was enough to make me walk on cloud 9 for weeks after. There is just nothing like a Triumph. Harley's are great and I love the rumble of the motor, which I understand is patented, and I own Harley stock today, but a Triumph was the sign of the times. It symbolized youth, and freedom, and the open road. Ah, I digress.
Next week I could start school! And that will be tomorrow, so see you then. Be sure that my short time at Plevna High School is not at all what one would expect. So see you then cause you are going to learn about my roots.
I did not start High School in my Beloved Nickerson, I started in Plevna, Kansas. The entire city population was 112. There were outlying farms, but I lived in the city proper with Grandma Haas, age 71 and Great Grandma Hatfield, age 98. Grandma was rather crippled up from a stroke and Great Grandma took care of her. My job was to help.
Now, I don't know if you ever lived with 2 very old ladies when you were a delicate flower of 15, but there is a lot of adjusting that needs to be done and guess who is going to do it! First was the sleeping arrangements. They had a bedroom with a big bed. That was theirs. Upstairs were 2 bedrooms with beds and all, but I could not sleep up there because I would be too far away and something might happen and what if some one came in and kidnapped me? So I slept in the downstairs living room on the couch right by the front door, which was never locked. Ok, Grandma's!
Next I must learn to crochet. They had a radio, a big wooden thing with a round top. That was for listening to the stock market and futures reports at noon. For no other reason was it ever turned on. It goes without saying that there was no television, so crochet it should be. With my little hook and size 10 crochet thread I very quickly learned to make a "chain". That was good enough for me, but not the grandma's.
After my first chain was about 10 feet long I say the wisdom of learning other stitches. I was taught the sc (single crochet, dc (double crochet), hdc (half double crochet), tr (treble crochet), dtr (double treble crochet), and then I was on my way. Soon I had a round crocheted thingy to which I added chains and made loops. At the end I crocheted around the outside with green thread and that was it. I had made my first Pineapple Doily! Great Grandma then boiled sugar and water and put the doily in there. It was then set to dry and the ruffle shaped. It was a work of art and my first endeavor in the fine art of needlework.
Plevna had a bank, filling station, phone company, post office, mechanic, the school, and a General Store. Hinshaw's General Store was the hub of the metropolis, needless to say. When Grandma sent me to the store she sent me with a handkerchief with the money tied in the corner. After all it was almost a full block! It was always just the right amount. I would walk in, tell Mr. or Mrs. Hinshaw that Grandma Hatfield had sent me, hand him the hanky and wait. He would retrieve what ever it was, untie the hanky, take the money and had me the hanky and the item. I was then trusted to walk home with both.
There was lots of stuff in that store. Light farm equipment like rakes, shovels, towels, a few pairs of overalls, socks, beans and crackers in a barrel, and of course groceries. I went one time with Aunt Mabel and she bought a towel for me to do textile painting on for momma for Christmas. It had laid on the shelf so long it had lines that never came out, but it was new and it was for momma. As I recall Aunt Mabel helped me paint a beautiful Iris. Another form of needlework or crafts or something.
The most important part about the Hinshaws was their grandsons! They were my age and they were twins and I would go to school with them when school started. Dale was very light complected, with red hair and freckles and a little on the pudgy side. Dean was small and wiry, and darker complected with dark brown hair, very thin. If you met them you would never dream they were related in any way. First lesson on twins. Also my first childhood crush, but I won't tell you which one it was! It actually lasted way over a week into the school year.
The highlight of the summer was when momma sent 2 friends of the family to pick me up and take me back to Nickerson for a few days before school started. They roared into town on their Triumph Motorcycles and I was in Heaven! I loved those bikes and the thought of the 20 mile trip to Nickerson was enough to make me walk on cloud 9 for weeks after. There is just nothing like a Triumph. Harley's are great and I love the rumble of the motor, which I understand is patented, and I own Harley stock today, but a Triumph was the sign of the times. It symbolized youth, and freedom, and the open road. Ah, I digress.
Next week I could start school! And that will be tomorrow, so see you then. Be sure that my short time at Plevna High School is not at all what one would expect. So see you then cause you are going to learn about my roots.
Friday, September 24, 2010
I am upstairs at Nickerson, Kansas, Elementary School.
When you left me last I was in the fourth grade and Mrs. Howe was by teacher, but time has passed and I am now in the fifth grade. That was a big promotion cause now I got the extreme pleasure of going upstairs to class. That was very scary that first day as I had never been upstairs before. Miss Swenson was my teacher and she was so sweet. She is the one who discovered I had a penchant for writing, especially poetry. She even met with momma to get permission to submit one of my poems to Jack and Jill magazine. I was so proud. Well, yeah, I still remember to this day, so it must have made an impression! I do not know what went on with that, but it was none the less an honor. My greatest joy my whole life was always a blank sheet of paper and a pencil. Still is. The kids sometimes just give me note books, college ruled and they are all over the house!
Fifth grade was where reality set in. A classmate lost her father in a farm accident. Miss Swenson met a man and married him. A new girl came to our school named Mavis. Course the kids had to tease her and it was then I realized I had compassion in my soul for my fellow humans! Mavis became my friend and I protected her from the slings and arrows of fellow classmates. Then she moved away.
On to sixth grade and Miss Lauver. Miss Lauver was a spinster. While I knew what that was from the dictionary I was never really sure of all the implications. She was very strict as I recall, but not mean. It was in sixth grade I found out what happens when you take the internal workings out of a crank telephone, grab the wire and have someone spin the crank! Hard lesson to learn especially for a little girl! Miss Lauver lived with her older sister who was also named Miss Lauver. They came to the house one time to see momma. Don't know why.
Seventh grade brought Mr. Schriber. That may not be spelled right, but he was a wiry little fellow and cute as a button with his curly hair. He also was the coach. Back then teachers could do that. All of us girls worked very hard. In seventh grade I learned the difference between and the commonalities of Nature and Nurture or Hereditary vs. Environment. I am still in a quandary over that one. Lot to be said for both sides.
Eighth grade and Mr. Bollinger. He also owned the movie theatre. Never let us in free though. My best friends that year were Jay Moore and Owen Lentz. We used to stay in over recess and draw dream cars on the blackboard. They did not know I was a girl but I knew they were boys, but that was about as far as that went.
No account of grade school in Nickerson would be complete without me telling you about the music teacher. Her name was Miss Barkiss. Since she went to our church I am not sure exactly when she married the Principal's son and became Mrs. Houston. But while she was Miss Barkiss the woman tried tirelessly to coax a "c" note out of my tiny throat. I could no way in hell carry a tune in a bucket. But I must send accolades out to the dear woman who is no doubt singing with the angels in heaven, for trying. I now do the country songs around the yard and house at the top of my lungs, and am happy as can be with my never change tones method of what is known loosely as "caterwauling!"
And so I bid adieu to my childhood days at Nickerson Grade School. The halls are froth with memories, some good; some bad, but all mine. They helped shape me into who I am and I guess that is the environment part that comes into play. I guess it was inevitable that I then went to high school and I am going to tell you about that and grandma and my career as an actress hopefully tomorrow.
For now I will put my little ghosts back to bed and get on with the business of living while there is still breathe in the old body. I have a lot of blank pages to fill before I fly away!
Fifth grade was where reality set in. A classmate lost her father in a farm accident. Miss Swenson met a man and married him. A new girl came to our school named Mavis. Course the kids had to tease her and it was then I realized I had compassion in my soul for my fellow humans! Mavis became my friend and I protected her from the slings and arrows of fellow classmates. Then she moved away.
On to sixth grade and Miss Lauver. Miss Lauver was a spinster. While I knew what that was from the dictionary I was never really sure of all the implications. She was very strict as I recall, but not mean. It was in sixth grade I found out what happens when you take the internal workings out of a crank telephone, grab the wire and have someone spin the crank! Hard lesson to learn especially for a little girl! Miss Lauver lived with her older sister who was also named Miss Lauver. They came to the house one time to see momma. Don't know why.
Seventh grade brought Mr. Schriber. That may not be spelled right, but he was a wiry little fellow and cute as a button with his curly hair. He also was the coach. Back then teachers could do that. All of us girls worked very hard. In seventh grade I learned the difference between and the commonalities of Nature and Nurture or Hereditary vs. Environment. I am still in a quandary over that one. Lot to be said for both sides.
Eighth grade and Mr. Bollinger. He also owned the movie theatre. Never let us in free though. My best friends that year were Jay Moore and Owen Lentz. We used to stay in over recess and draw dream cars on the blackboard. They did not know I was a girl but I knew they were boys, but that was about as far as that went.
No account of grade school in Nickerson would be complete without me telling you about the music teacher. Her name was Miss Barkiss. Since she went to our church I am not sure exactly when she married the Principal's son and became Mrs. Houston. But while she was Miss Barkiss the woman tried tirelessly to coax a "c" note out of my tiny throat. I could no way in hell carry a tune in a bucket. But I must send accolades out to the dear woman who is no doubt singing with the angels in heaven, for trying. I now do the country songs around the yard and house at the top of my lungs, and am happy as can be with my never change tones method of what is known loosely as "caterwauling!"
And so I bid adieu to my childhood days at Nickerson Grade School. The halls are froth with memories, some good; some bad, but all mine. They helped shape me into who I am and I guess that is the environment part that comes into play. I guess it was inevitable that I then went to high school and I am going to tell you about that and grandma and my career as an actress hopefully tomorrow.
For now I will put my little ghosts back to bed and get on with the business of living while there is still breathe in the old body. I have a lot of blank pages to fill before I fly away!
All the seeds of yesterday are the trees of tomorrow. Lou Mercer
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