In a kinda left handed way, this subject came up over Christmas with the kids…

MY biggest worry now is who in hell is going to PAY for everything PU and his minions are shoving down our throats… Even my grandson, who is 11 wonders why things are being done the way they are. The really sad part, was that I didn’t have a good answer for him…


Is there an imaginary cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions? Is there some wonderful moment when Parents can become detached spectators in The lives of their children and shrug, ‘It’s Their life,’ and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my daughter’s head and I asked, ‘When do you stop worrying?’ The nurse said, ‘When they get out of the accident stage..’
My Parents just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little Chair in a classroom and heard how one of my Children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, And was headed for a career
making License plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, ‘Don’t worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them.’
My Parents just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, ‘They’re trying to find themselves.
‘Don’t worry! In a few years, they’ll be Adults. ‘They’ll be off on their own they’ll be out of your hair’
My Parents just smiled faintly and said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle..
Even though they were on their own I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments; and there was nothing I could do about it.
My Parents just smiled faintly and said nothing.

My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my parent’s warm smiles and their occasional, ‘You look pale. Are you all right’ ? ‘Call me the minute you get home’. Are you depressed about something?’

My friends said that when I became a Grandparent that I would get to enjoy the happy little voices yelling Grandma! Papa! but now I find that I worry just as much about the little kids as the big ones. How can anyone cope with all this Worry?

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a Lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of earthly creation?

Recently, one of my own children became quite irritable saying to me, ‘Where were you? I’ve been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried.’

I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.

Author unknown to me… But I agree with EVERYTHING that was said…

The Week AFTER Christmas…

‘Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).

I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”

As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt—

I said to myself, as I only can
“You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”

So–away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip

Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
“Till all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won’t have a cookie–not even a lick.
I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.

I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore—
But isn’t that what January is for?

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

Author unknown (at least to me)

But based on the amount of food consumed, AND the amount left over, this is pretty much true!!!

Merry Christmas…

Where ever you may be, I wish each and every one a Merry Christmas, or the greeting of your faith…

And best wishes for 2010!

Twas the night before Christmas…

Please take a moment to remember our service men and women serving far from home this year…

Michael Marks

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight;
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem.
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood; his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

“What are you doing?” I asked without fear
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said, “It’s really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night”

“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red white and blue… an American flag.

“I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home,
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat,
I can carry the weight of killing another
Or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To insure for all time that this flag will not fall.”

“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone;
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust.
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

Written by Michael Marks- Thank you Sir, for a beautiful Poem…

If you go to this web site, http://www.letssaythanks.com/ you can pick out a thank you card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier, sailor, airman, or marine that is currently serving overseas.

You can’t pick out who gets it, but it will go to a member of the armed services.

How wonderful it would be if everyone sent one!!!

It is FREE and it only takes a moment.

Wouldn’t it be sensational if the soldiers, sailors and airmen received a bunch of these? I will tell you, this time of the year, and ANYTIME cards are appreciated.


This takes just 30 seconds and it’s an easy way to say “thank you.”

Please take the time to send a card, we can never say enough “thank you’s.”

Thanks for taking to time to support our military!

Globull Warming My Ass…

THIS is as of 0900 this morning at my house…

Measured 12 inches since midnight, by 1300 it was 15 inches and it’s STILL snowing!


I’m too old to be out shovelling snow, and of course NONE of the neighborhood kids want to earn any money…

All us old farts were out and jokingly, kinda sorta, decided we needed a 55 gal barrel fire in the middle of the street just to warm up to…

In other news, it appears the Dems bought Sen Nelson’s vote…

Hey Senator, what was the size of YOUR Bribe???

Bet it was higher than sleazebag Landrieu… $500 Mil, or higher???

Inquiring minds want to know!!!

The sad part of this snowfall, is the merchants are the ones that will suffer, as this is one of the biggest shopping weekends of the year, and at least here in the NOVA, DC area only fools are getting out today unless it is an emergency.

IF you’ve gotta shovel, remember- Good body position, take regular breaks, don’t try to do too much… Thankfully this is light fluffy snow, not the ‘heart attack’ snow…

Now back to your regularly scheduled shovelling…

Sometimes you just have to laugh…

Well, since Gun Toting Seagull ‘stole’ my post, I had to dig up something else…

Sent by a friend up in PA…

This is the pull off SR 61 and Adamsdale Rd. in Shuylkill Haven.
The deer was hit there.
The couch was dumped there previously.
Day two the deer was on the couch.
Day three the end table and lamp showed up.
Day four the TV and TV stand showed up.

And then everybody started taking pictures… Read the sign too!

The Trooper had to call PENN DOT and wait because of all the people stopping to take pictures. I LOVE SCHUYLKILL COUNTY!!!!

Hmmm, THIS is Interesting…

Y’all can draw your own conclusions…

United Airlines Flight 227 Passengers Removed, Deja Vu?

UAL Flight 227 DEN-LAX 12-10-09

h/t Rick

Questions that may never be answered…

I was going to post about the unreality of the political mess in DC, but then I figured I’d just be wasting my time and yours…

So a little humor to brighten you day (I Hope)!

Questions That May Never Be Answered

If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?
Would a fly without wings be called a walk?
Can you be a closet claustrophobic?
If the funeral procession is at night, do folks drive with their lights off?
If a stealth bomber crashes in a forest, will it make a sound?
When it rains, why don’t sheep shrink?
If the cops arrest a mime, do they tell her she has the right to remain silent?
Why is the word abbreviation so long?
If a book about failures doesn’t sell, is it a success?
Do cemetery workers prefer the graveyard shift?
What do you do when you discover an endangered animal that eats only endangered plants?
Do hungry crows have ravenous appetites?
Is it possible to be totally partial?
What’s another word for thesaurus?
When companies ship Styrofoam, what do they pack it in?
If it’s tourist season, why can’t we shoot them?
Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?
Why is there an expiration date on my sour cream?
Why do kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
How do you know when it’s time to tune your bagpipes?
Is it true that cannibals don’t eat clowns because they taste funny?
When you choke a smurf, what color does it turn?
Do they have reserved parking for non-handicap people at the Special Olympics?
Why do they call it a TV set when you only get one?
Do radioactive cats have 18 half-lives?
If you shoot a mime, should you use a silencer?
What was the best thing before sliced bread?
How can they tell that twin lobsters are really twins?
How does a thermos know when to keep something hot, hot…and something cold, cold?
What is the speed of dark?
Why are there Braille signs on drive-up ATM’s?
If women wear a pair of pants, a pair of glasses, and a pair of earrings ,why don’t they wear a pair of bras?
How come you never hear about gruntled employees?
What is a “free” gift? Aren’t all gifts free?
After eating, do amphibians have to wait one hour before getting out of the water?
If white wine goes with fish, do white grapes go with sushi?
What’s another word for synonym?
If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?
When sign makers go on strike, what is written on their picket signs?
Where do forest rangers go to “get away from it all”?
Why isn’t there mouse-flavored cat food?
Why are builders afraid to have a 13th floor but book publishers aren’t afraid to have a Chapter 11?
How can there be self-help groups?
Why do you need a driver’s license to buy liquor when you can’t drink and drive?
Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?
If a cow laughed, would milk come out her nose?
Why is it that when you transport something by car, its called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, its called cargo?
Why do we play in recitals and recite in plays?
Why isn’t phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Where are Preparations A through G?
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs?
If knees were backwards, what would chairs look like?
When your pet bird sees you reading the newspaper, does she wonder why you’re just sitting there, staring at carpeting?
What happened to the first 6 “ups”?
If an orange is orange, why isn’t a lime called a green or a lemon called a yellow?
Why does your nose run, and your feet smell?
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?