I suppose we all measure our week in a way unique to our lives and circumstances. Because I work seven days a week one day is pretty much the same to me as any other. Unlike the forty hour a week person, the weekend isn't what I'm living for because I don't have a work off weekend. I hope you followed that convoluted thought (smile). I measure my week by Thursdays. That's the day the garbage goes out to the curb for pick up on Friday morning if we're lucky, Friday afternoon if we're not.
Some weeks it seems like Thursday is every day. That means the week is flying by. Some weeks I think I must have blinked and missed Thursday and that's an indicator that if the week was going any slower I'd be moving backwards, not forwards.
I also, since I'm on wierd subjects here, sleep different, I think. If I can get to bed by 10:30pm I sleep so good, passing out almost before I can get my prayers said. If I miss that window of opportunity for any reason, well, I could easily pull an all nighter because sleep just isn't on my horizon.
Last night I missed my window of sleep opportunity. I think I was watching the local news. Because sleep wasn't even a word I could spell, much less do then, I took to the internet, then late night tv.
Does anyone reading this have Parkinson's? I ask because that's what I was reading about on the internet. One of my uncles thinks he may have it. He has a slight tremor in his hand. From what I read at various sites, the Mayo Clinic being one of them, the thought seems to be that it's a result of a mutated gene, or exposure to chemicals. They said if it runs heavy in a family then it's thought to be the mutated gene. But what is a heavy run of people? My Grandmama had it. One of her sons has it, and another one thinks he may have it. But she had 12 kids so is 1 confirmed, plus her, does that constitute a lot of people?
From the internet I moved to cable tv, hoping to find something that would lull me to sleep. For all the money I spend each money on cable, and the hundreds of channels at my fingertips, I have to tell you sometimes the pickings are still slim. I ended up watching the TLC channel, some new show called (I forget the first part of the title) but Honey BooBoo something or other.
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I am sure the family on the show, it's a reality show, are really nice, good and kind hearted people. I am certain of that. They live somewhere in the US where a southern accent is prevalent so I'm thinking what? Kentucky? Tennessee? Alabama? Mississippi? And they live in a small town, around 700 people. Their house looked nice, the man of the family drove a fairly new and spiffy pick-up truck, and the kids were clean, all four of them (I think there were four daughters).
The family is heavily invested in pageants. You know, those 'beauty' pageants for kids from the age of maybe newborn to 16 years old. The youngest daughter is their pageant girl. These folks do not look like they are wealthy so I imagine, like most other pageant families, that this stuff takes a big bite out of their income.
I think, and I'm not knocking this family, I think it applies to all families who are involved in this stuff, that something is amiss with the mother. I mean, it's not like the 'winners' of these pageants ever go on to lucrative modelling careers, nor do they end up having tv or movie careers. Okay, except in the case of reality shows. So what's the point of it all? If they win any of them I'm betting that they've spent way more over the course of the pageants than what their winnings bring in. Like the person who goes to the casino all the time. Every once in awhile they're going to win, and maybe win a nice little chunk of change, but will it offset their past costs? will it be such a huge windfall that they're waaaay ahead of the game? Odds are good that the answer to that is no.
This family, from their loud, 'large' personalities (I'm trying to find a nice way to say this) to the way they look, well, God bless them. I hope they're making a boat load of money from TLC for this because while I think people laughed watching the show, I think most of it was laughing at this family, not with them. And that's sad.
So that's it from me for today. Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
248-615-1300
tawny_ford@webtv.net
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Second Installment Of We Are Family
As long as I'm telling you about my extended family, for good or for bad, I might as well fill you in on the rest.
My cousin, second or third, I'm not sure, 'lost' her husband a few years ago. Don't you hate that expression? 'Lost', like they went to the mall and she forgot to hold his hand and that was the end of him, he just up and disappeared on her. I forget what he died from, some type of illness, not murder or mayhem. Several weeks ago she discovered a lump in one of her breasts. Last week she had both breasts removed. Prevention was on her mind, best to get the other one before it has a problem, too. Thankfully, the cancer did not spread to her lymph nodes so full recovery is anticipated.
Her sisters, and their girl children, are extremely unsettled about it all. Their mom died from cancer fifty some odd years ago and now it's in one of them. There has been a mad rush to get mammograms.
Another of my cousins, one that lives in the Michigan City, Indiana area, is dying. I'm a little unclear as to what's wrong. My one aunt says she got bit by a bat. Another says no, not a bat, but she got bit by something. According to the aunts, the doctors don't have any medicine that will cure her and so have told her to get her affairs in order. I'm not understanding any of it.
Uncle Bug, the one who recently had emergency gall bladder surgery, wouldn't let anyone, not even his sisters, who all love visiting people in the hospital almost as much as they love playing bingo and going to the casino, because--get this--they had him on a morphine drip. I still don't see what that has to do with visitors, but that's Uncle Bug.
I've been trying to talk one of my old(er) aunts into going to JoAnn Fabrics with me tomorrow. Why? Tomorrow is Senior Day and everyone 60 years of age or older, and who has state identification to verify their age, will receive 20% off just about everything in the store. Even sale prices and clearance. I would love to get some yarn and some fabric, and I would love to get 20% off of it. So far I've had little luck in talking any of them into going with me. Now if I was trying to get a partner for a casino run they'd be all over me.
HSM's #1 son, the one who was left behind to attend UofM, is searching for a job. He needs at least $10 an hour, preferably $12 or more, and 40 hours per week. He's been trying to not have to take out any student loans and so far he's been successful. But he needs a job in order to keep his dream going. He's resigned to the fact that he'll probably need student loans for law school, but until then.....Anyone in the metro Detroit area, and I don't mean the City of Detroit, who would like to hire a bright, young man, give me a holler-----248-615-1300 or tawny_ford@webtv.net.
And speaking of the City of Detroit, they've cut the pay of their police officers by 20%. And it's not like they were making much before the cut. I figure, unless a major miracle occurs, the Detroit police officers will end up having to resort to graft and robbing the dope dealers in order to make their mortgage payments, etc. New hires, I believe, will make a mere $12 an hour. Wrong wrong wrong.
So that's it for today. You be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
248-615-1300
tawny_ford@webtv.net
My cousin, second or third, I'm not sure, 'lost' her husband a few years ago. Don't you hate that expression? 'Lost', like they went to the mall and she forgot to hold his hand and that was the end of him, he just up and disappeared on her. I forget what he died from, some type of illness, not murder or mayhem. Several weeks ago she discovered a lump in one of her breasts. Last week she had both breasts removed. Prevention was on her mind, best to get the other one before it has a problem, too. Thankfully, the cancer did not spread to her lymph nodes so full recovery is anticipated.
Her sisters, and their girl children, are extremely unsettled about it all. Their mom died from cancer fifty some odd years ago and now it's in one of them. There has been a mad rush to get mammograms.
Another of my cousins, one that lives in the Michigan City, Indiana area, is dying. I'm a little unclear as to what's wrong. My one aunt says she got bit by a bat. Another says no, not a bat, but she got bit by something. According to the aunts, the doctors don't have any medicine that will cure her and so have told her to get her affairs in order. I'm not understanding any of it.
Uncle Bug, the one who recently had emergency gall bladder surgery, wouldn't let anyone, not even his sisters, who all love visiting people in the hospital almost as much as they love playing bingo and going to the casino, because--get this--they had him on a morphine drip. I still don't see what that has to do with visitors, but that's Uncle Bug.
I've been trying to talk one of my old(er) aunts into going to JoAnn Fabrics with me tomorrow. Why? Tomorrow is Senior Day and everyone 60 years of age or older, and who has state identification to verify their age, will receive 20% off just about everything in the store. Even sale prices and clearance. I would love to get some yarn and some fabric, and I would love to get 20% off of it. So far I've had little luck in talking any of them into going with me. Now if I was trying to get a partner for a casino run they'd be all over me.
HSM's #1 son, the one who was left behind to attend UofM, is searching for a job. He needs at least $10 an hour, preferably $12 or more, and 40 hours per week. He's been trying to not have to take out any student loans and so far he's been successful. But he needs a job in order to keep his dream going. He's resigned to the fact that he'll probably need student loans for law school, but until then.....Anyone in the metro Detroit area, and I don't mean the City of Detroit, who would like to hire a bright, young man, give me a holler-----248-615-1300 or tawny_ford@webtv.net.
And speaking of the City of Detroit, they've cut the pay of their police officers by 20%. And it's not like they were making much before the cut. I figure, unless a major miracle occurs, the Detroit police officers will end up having to resort to graft and robbing the dope dealers in order to make their mortgage payments, etc. New hires, I believe, will make a mere $12 an hour. Wrong wrong wrong.
So that's it for today. You be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
248-615-1300
tawny_ford@webtv.net
Monday, September 10, 2012
We Are Family
As you know, while I don't have any brothers or sisters, I have a humongous extended family. I have so many extended family members that even though I don't talk or associate with at least 50+ of them, I still have hundreds I do interact with. Sometimes I think of them as a nation, Ford Nation. Sometimes, when I'm feeling benevolent, or when at least the majority of them haven't stomped on my last nerve, I wish I could live in a family compound with them, ala the Kennedy family at Hyannis Port. And then there are the days when I think calling in an air strike on Ford Nation would be the best thing anyone could do.
This past weekend out of the blue I got a call from one of my uncles. Not my favorite uncle, Uncle David. Nope. And not my least favorite uncle, the one that's in prison. He can't call me any more. I had my phone number blocked at the institution. One of the many others. Uncle Bug.
Caller id showed it was coming from the hospital. My first thought was--I don't owe them any money, why is the hospital calling me? Turned out it was Uncle Bug, calling to say he was going in for emergency gall bladder surgery in two hours. He wanted to let someone in the family know where he was so just in case he didn't make it, well, we'd know where to collect his body from. All righty.
I called Uncle David to let him know where Bug was. And to tell him I was going over to the hospital to sit with him so he wouldn't have to be alone. No, said Uncle David, don't you waste your time driving over there. Huh??? He reminded me that the only time I ever heard from Bug was when he needed something. Like three monthes ago when he called to borrow some money that he never paid me back. Like usual. He'll be just fine, Uncle David said, let his buddies and his lady friends deal with him, stay home. So that's what I did.
On another note (more extended family, although not blood related), today I went to Meijers, a huge grocery store/discount store (think Super Walmart, but manymanymany years before Super Walmart came into being) and purchased UofM tshirts, hats and a tote bag to mail to HSM and her brood. So they can represent down in the land of Alabama. I saw some really cool I Am Detroit tshirts, too, but she's not wild about Detroit so I had to pass them up. Maybe a glimpse of home via UofM gear will brighten their days.
Well, that's it for today. You be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
tawny_ford@webtv.net
248-615-1300
This past weekend out of the blue I got a call from one of my uncles. Not my favorite uncle, Uncle David. Nope. And not my least favorite uncle, the one that's in prison. He can't call me any more. I had my phone number blocked at the institution. One of the many others. Uncle Bug.
Caller id showed it was coming from the hospital. My first thought was--I don't owe them any money, why is the hospital calling me? Turned out it was Uncle Bug, calling to say he was going in for emergency gall bladder surgery in two hours. He wanted to let someone in the family know where he was so just in case he didn't make it, well, we'd know where to collect his body from. All righty.
I called Uncle David to let him know where Bug was. And to tell him I was going over to the hospital to sit with him so he wouldn't have to be alone. No, said Uncle David, don't you waste your time driving over there. Huh??? He reminded me that the only time I ever heard from Bug was when he needed something. Like three monthes ago when he called to borrow some money that he never paid me back. Like usual. He'll be just fine, Uncle David said, let his buddies and his lady friends deal with him, stay home. So that's what I did.
On another note (more extended family, although not blood related), today I went to Meijers, a huge grocery store/discount store (think Super Walmart, but manymanymany years before Super Walmart came into being) and purchased UofM tshirts, hats and a tote bag to mail to HSM and her brood. So they can represent down in the land of Alabama. I saw some really cool I Am Detroit tshirts, too, but she's not wild about Detroit so I had to pass them up. Maybe a glimpse of home via UofM gear will brighten their days.
Well, that's it for today. You be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
tawny_ford@webtv.net
248-615-1300
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Under Seige
That's how I'm feeling lately, like my house is under seige. Why? Well, let me tell you....
As you know, I have a cat, Kathleen. She and I have been together since she was around 10 weeks old. She's 16 years old now. And beautiful. And sweet. And just about the smartest cat in the whole wide world. Kathleen is an indoor cat. She has always been an indoor cat. I think, unless you live way out in the country, it is totally irresponsible to let your cat roam free and loose outdoors. Apparently that's just my way of thinking and not a universal concept.
It seems like there are always stray cats, or cats whose owners let them outside to roam and pillage the neighborhood. And it seems as if more than my fair share of them end up in my backyard. Over the years I have been blessed to know Glo (my name for her), Stray Kitty and Grey Kitty. All of them homeless.
Glo was the first one I found a home for. Glo deserved to have a home and someone to love her. She did everything in her power to get me to take her into my home but I couldn't, Kathleen was not going for it. Then along came Stray Kitty last summer. She was exceptionally beautiful, sweet and it was painfully apparent that her previous owners had just booted her out the door and left her to survive on her own. Stray Kitty had no clue how to fend for herself. I wanted to bring her in, I liked her so much, but Kathleen is accustomed to being an only cat and she's old, so I found Stray Kitty a home. A good home. With a nice couple I knew from online who were local. Stray Kitty has been renamed and is thriving with their love. Grey Kitty, now that's a different story. I think it's feral. It'll sit as close as ten feet from me outdoors, and has for two years, but won't come any closer. Oh well.
Lately there's been another orange cat in my yard. At first I thought maybe Stray Kitty had somehow gotten loose from her new house and found her way back to me, but I emailed her new family and nope, not the case. This new orange cat is a loose cannon. I assume it's a female but I don't know this to be a fact. I also assume she's a stray but I don't know this to be a fact either. I just know that I only see her in the wee hours of the morning and after dusk settles in. Either she's homeless or her people put her outside for the night.
Anyway, numerous times this new orange cat has attacked my house. Attacked as in jumped up to the window, dug her nails into my screen and had a spitting, snarling, yeowling scream fest at my dear sweet Kathleen. It has been horribly upsetting, both for Kathleen and for me, each time it's happened. I'm at a loss as to why this cat is bothering us (yes, I've taken it personal). Since Kathleen never goes outside, is neutered and has no prior interactions with this, I liken it to the neighborhood bully picking on the homeschool kid. My friend, HSM, says yeah, let a neighborhood bully pick on her homeschool kids and watch them get their as beat.
This morning the orange cat attacked at 7am and woke me and Kathleen up. Kathleen, ever the warrior even though she's never had a 'real' fight in her life, hit the bedroom window screen and gave as good as she got, maybe better. It was a wild, loud, nasty mess.
When I hollered out the window the orange cat, while not exiting my yard, did move about ten feet from the window. I then went to pet Kathleen, to calm her down, comfort her, tell her she did a good job. Kathleen obviously was not in the mind set to calm down yet because she turned to me still snarling, still yeowling and spitting, and smacked the crap out of my right hand. Nope, she doesn't have claws so I didn't get tore up. But she hit hard. I mean really hard for a small cat. My right hand is always a bit tender anyway from just below the thumb to my wrist, I think it's maybe arthritis, all those years of tending bar and having my hand in the icy bins. I didn't surprise me a bit, after feeling the power behind Kathleen's smack, when my hand turned a lovely shade of bruise.
Not only do I not know why this darn cat is attacking our house, but I don't know how to make it stop. Someone suggested I spray it with water out the window but I'd have to strap a water source to a tool belt in order to have it with me when I needed it because you never know when this crap is going to occur. I thought about shooting it but you can't discharge a fire arm in the city. Unless you're in mortal danger and I don't think we're in mortal danger from this stupid cat. I thought about trying to poison it but I can't bring myself to do that.
Have you ever had anything like this happen? If so, how did you deal with it? I need advice, please. tawny_ford@webtv.net or 248-615-1300.
Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
As you know, I have a cat, Kathleen. She and I have been together since she was around 10 weeks old. She's 16 years old now. And beautiful. And sweet. And just about the smartest cat in the whole wide world. Kathleen is an indoor cat. She has always been an indoor cat. I think, unless you live way out in the country, it is totally irresponsible to let your cat roam free and loose outdoors. Apparently that's just my way of thinking and not a universal concept.
It seems like there are always stray cats, or cats whose owners let them outside to roam and pillage the neighborhood. And it seems as if more than my fair share of them end up in my backyard. Over the years I have been blessed to know Glo (my name for her), Stray Kitty and Grey Kitty. All of them homeless.
Glo was the first one I found a home for. Glo deserved to have a home and someone to love her. She did everything in her power to get me to take her into my home but I couldn't, Kathleen was not going for it. Then along came Stray Kitty last summer. She was exceptionally beautiful, sweet and it was painfully apparent that her previous owners had just booted her out the door and left her to survive on her own. Stray Kitty had no clue how to fend for herself. I wanted to bring her in, I liked her so much, but Kathleen is accustomed to being an only cat and she's old, so I found Stray Kitty a home. A good home. With a nice couple I knew from online who were local. Stray Kitty has been renamed and is thriving with their love. Grey Kitty, now that's a different story. I think it's feral. It'll sit as close as ten feet from me outdoors, and has for two years, but won't come any closer. Oh well.
Lately there's been another orange cat in my yard. At first I thought maybe Stray Kitty had somehow gotten loose from her new house and found her way back to me, but I emailed her new family and nope, not the case. This new orange cat is a loose cannon. I assume it's a female but I don't know this to be a fact. I also assume she's a stray but I don't know this to be a fact either. I just know that I only see her in the wee hours of the morning and after dusk settles in. Either she's homeless or her people put her outside for the night.
Anyway, numerous times this new orange cat has attacked my house. Attacked as in jumped up to the window, dug her nails into my screen and had a spitting, snarling, yeowling scream fest at my dear sweet Kathleen. It has been horribly upsetting, both for Kathleen and for me, each time it's happened. I'm at a loss as to why this cat is bothering us (yes, I've taken it personal). Since Kathleen never goes outside, is neutered and has no prior interactions with this, I liken it to the neighborhood bully picking on the homeschool kid. My friend, HSM, says yeah, let a neighborhood bully pick on her homeschool kids and watch them get their as beat.
This morning the orange cat attacked at 7am and woke me and Kathleen up. Kathleen, ever the warrior even though she's never had a 'real' fight in her life, hit the bedroom window screen and gave as good as she got, maybe better. It was a wild, loud, nasty mess.
When I hollered out the window the orange cat, while not exiting my yard, did move about ten feet from the window. I then went to pet Kathleen, to calm her down, comfort her, tell her she did a good job. Kathleen obviously was not in the mind set to calm down yet because she turned to me still snarling, still yeowling and spitting, and smacked the crap out of my right hand. Nope, she doesn't have claws so I didn't get tore up. But she hit hard. I mean really hard for a small cat. My right hand is always a bit tender anyway from just below the thumb to my wrist, I think it's maybe arthritis, all those years of tending bar and having my hand in the icy bins. I didn't surprise me a bit, after feeling the power behind Kathleen's smack, when my hand turned a lovely shade of bruise.
Not only do I not know why this darn cat is attacking our house, but I don't know how to make it stop. Someone suggested I spray it with water out the window but I'd have to strap a water source to a tool belt in order to have it with me when I needed it because you never know when this crap is going to occur. I thought about shooting it but you can't discharge a fire arm in the city. Unless you're in mortal danger and I don't think we're in mortal danger from this stupid cat. I thought about trying to poison it but I can't bring myself to do that.
Have you ever had anything like this happen? If so, how did you deal with it? I need advice, please. tawny_ford@webtv.net or 248-615-1300.
Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
September Has Finally Arrived
What a stupid, yet dramatic title for a blog post, huh? That's what happens when I can't think of anything snappy (smile). But it is true, it is September, finally.
So how was your Labor Day Weekend? Did you go any place? Bbq?
I can say yes to both. Saturday night I had dinner with HSM's #1 son and his girlfriend. She made lasagne (from scratch, she didn't heat up Stouffers) and a nice salad with cauliflower, radishes, tomatoes, cukes, etc. I am a sucker for a good salad so I was a happy camper. And her lasagne, well, I just always add a layer of cheese on the very top/last layer of noodles when I make it, but she whipped up an egg, some cottage cheese and some freshly grated parmesan and spread it on the top. Gosh but it was good! She gave me leftovers to take home, of salad and lasagne, and, don't laugh, but that's what I had for breakfast yesterday morning. Look, anybody can eat Fruit Loops. I had lasagne!
Monday I bbq'd in my backyard. Chicken wings, sliced potatoes with onions in foil packets, and beans with hamburger and onions and cole slaw. I cooked enough so I have leftovers for a few days.
Have you ever used an ereader? #1 son's girlfriend loaned me hers. It's not the one from Barnes + Noble, it's the other name brand. It was awfully nice of her. You know me, I'm pretty much the last one to take up with new technology so first she had to give me a lengthy tutorial on how to use it. Yes, I'm slow to adapt, so what? Last night I read almost a whole 'book' on it. No, I don't recall the name of the book, it was one I wasn't familiar with. It was about phone sex. Go figure. The heroine was a phone sex worker who was intent on solving the murder of her best client. What a girl (smile). You know, while it's convenient as can be to have a gazillion books in a device the size of a small notebook or diary, it's also, I don't know, not quite right. I guess I'm old school but I like the feel of a 'real book' in my hands. And to tell you the truth, I'm a little concerned that if these ereaders become terribly popular then 'real' books will disappear like 'real' newspapers have. Something to think about.
Did you watch any of the Democratic National Convention last night? I tuned in to hear Michelle Obama speak. She sure seems like a nice lady, and she dresses well, too. I liked the way she spoke about her daughters and her husband. I plan to watch the night President Obama speaks, too.
Speaking of the President, you know what I'm sick and tired of? Well, two things. One, people talking that stupid stuff about where he was born. Birthers have got to be some of the stupidest people on the planet. Two, people insisting he's a Muslim. Remember back when he was going to church in Chicago? to the Christian church where Reverend Wright was the pastor? and people complained so bitterly about Wright's politics that the Obamas switched churches? Now he's at another Christian church and people fuss that he's a Muslim. You know what I think? Well, I'm going to tell you. I think people fuss that he's a Muslim because they don't have the balls to say he's a ni--er in public. So, because they still want to be insulting to him, they say he's a Muslim. They think calling someone a Muslim is a dirty, nasty insult. You know, like how people used to call people faggots when they wanted to insult them, even though the people weren't homosexuals. Of course now you can't say stuff like that. That's a hate crime to pick on/insult homosexuals.
I'll tell you what. It's not an insult to be called a Muslim. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being a Muslim if you are one. I should know, I am a Muslim.
Remember when the US (under President Bush's leadership) insisted, swore up and down, their hands on a stack of Bibles, that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction? And so we went in and laid waste to that country, the people, everything they held dear. Remember that? And remember how there weren't any weapons of mass destruction? Just like how Saddam said? Well, that's eerily familar. President Obama says he's not a Muslim but idiots swear he is.
But do you know what Muslim means? It means a person who submits their will to God. I'm thinking, particularly if y'all want to get to heaven someday, that it might be a good thing to start submitting your will to God. Just a thought.
Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
248-615-1300
So how was your Labor Day Weekend? Did you go any place? Bbq?
I can say yes to both. Saturday night I had dinner with HSM's #1 son and his girlfriend. She made lasagne (from scratch, she didn't heat up Stouffers) and a nice salad with cauliflower, radishes, tomatoes, cukes, etc. I am a sucker for a good salad so I was a happy camper. And her lasagne, well, I just always add a layer of cheese on the very top/last layer of noodles when I make it, but she whipped up an egg, some cottage cheese and some freshly grated parmesan and spread it on the top. Gosh but it was good! She gave me leftovers to take home, of salad and lasagne, and, don't laugh, but that's what I had for breakfast yesterday morning. Look, anybody can eat Fruit Loops. I had lasagne!
Monday I bbq'd in my backyard. Chicken wings, sliced potatoes with onions in foil packets, and beans with hamburger and onions and cole slaw. I cooked enough so I have leftovers for a few days.
Have you ever used an ereader? #1 son's girlfriend loaned me hers. It's not the one from Barnes + Noble, it's the other name brand. It was awfully nice of her. You know me, I'm pretty much the last one to take up with new technology so first she had to give me a lengthy tutorial on how to use it. Yes, I'm slow to adapt, so what? Last night I read almost a whole 'book' on it. No, I don't recall the name of the book, it was one I wasn't familiar with. It was about phone sex. Go figure. The heroine was a phone sex worker who was intent on solving the murder of her best client. What a girl (smile). You know, while it's convenient as can be to have a gazillion books in a device the size of a small notebook or diary, it's also, I don't know, not quite right. I guess I'm old school but I like the feel of a 'real book' in my hands. And to tell you the truth, I'm a little concerned that if these ereaders become terribly popular then 'real' books will disappear like 'real' newspapers have. Something to think about.
Did you watch any of the Democratic National Convention last night? I tuned in to hear Michelle Obama speak. She sure seems like a nice lady, and she dresses well, too. I liked the way she spoke about her daughters and her husband. I plan to watch the night President Obama speaks, too.
Speaking of the President, you know what I'm sick and tired of? Well, two things. One, people talking that stupid stuff about where he was born. Birthers have got to be some of the stupidest people on the planet. Two, people insisting he's a Muslim. Remember back when he was going to church in Chicago? to the Christian church where Reverend Wright was the pastor? and people complained so bitterly about Wright's politics that the Obamas switched churches? Now he's at another Christian church and people fuss that he's a Muslim. You know what I think? Well, I'm going to tell you. I think people fuss that he's a Muslim because they don't have the balls to say he's a ni--er in public. So, because they still want to be insulting to him, they say he's a Muslim. They think calling someone a Muslim is a dirty, nasty insult. You know, like how people used to call people faggots when they wanted to insult them, even though the people weren't homosexuals. Of course now you can't say stuff like that. That's a hate crime to pick on/insult homosexuals.
I'll tell you what. It's not an insult to be called a Muslim. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being a Muslim if you are one. I should know, I am a Muslim.
Remember when the US (under President Bush's leadership) insisted, swore up and down, their hands on a stack of Bibles, that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction? And so we went in and laid waste to that country, the people, everything they held dear. Remember that? And remember how there weren't any weapons of mass destruction? Just like how Saddam said? Well, that's eerily familar. President Obama says he's not a Muslim but idiots swear he is.
But do you know what Muslim means? It means a person who submits their will to God. I'm thinking, particularly if y'all want to get to heaven someday, that it might be a good thing to start submitting your will to God. Just a thought.
Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
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