On a Lighter Note....

ALSWELL.....or it will be.

The Pregnant Daughter...omg

Some daughters are pregnant in Junior High School...others in High School, then others in College, then there is  mine, pregnant at age 21, living on her own, or was.  Sick as hell.  She would tell you she is surely in hell and would like to die.  I am in the background being positive.  Don't you just hate that positive person in the background when you need to pueck over and over, have to go to the Urgent Care, then the E.R. for IV fluids...they can't find your veins because you are dehydrated.  You are bruised over and over for two weeks. You are spinning, nauseated, having reactions to the meds given you, including one that paralyzed you 75%...and then there are the 99% of all friends and relatives telling you to "get rid of it."   "It " they say...Some say" it" has no spirit until just before birth...the online photos say it has feet now, and she saw the heartbeat on the ultrasound, and, the daughter only has one week to "get rid of it" legally in this state.  Another says she needs attention and that is why she is sick. Mentally self induces vomit, right!  Another emails "GET AN ABORTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  And that one was a brother.  Another says, "You leave the area yet? You hitchhiking out of there yet?" DUH.. That was another brother...  The very ones that helped raise her when I heard all the same reactions at age 40 after discovering I was pregnant while using birth control.  Yup...here we go again dammit.  But who knows...it might turn out wonderful.  People hate a positive person...  My daughter told me she could not imagine spreading her legs in the same building with such people, all there for the same reason and all their "tadpoles" (I call it that so I can deal with this mess) being sucked out of their bodies with a vacuum and dumped into the SAME Garbage can!  I wonder who picks up the trash at that building...Her tadpole has feet and a heartbeat and arms now...But no Spirit some say...so its OK to suck it out. Hell tadpoles have hearts and feel pain, but we are not all connected are we?  Some also say the devil set it all up to make her life horrible for her.  Humm.. Could be!! Grandma tells her it might have down syndrome because she had a miscarriage before this and pieces might be left inside her.  Can you believe this?  Holy Cow shit I say...  She is sooo sick....and then to deal with all the comments.  But maybe they are all right and correct.  Will be hard, will be a child with a bad background, will cost too much, may need government help for a bit, might be a huge inconvenience, might change her life, might ruin it, could be a bad seed.  Yet the one thing my daughter has done well in her life is be a Nanny and love the little ones.... Bless her decision, but I figure she will have this tadpole, give "it" a name, and share custody with the father.... I pray her sickness leaves soon and my positive attitude will prevail a good outcome...  a healthy little human being man-boy!  Named????  Not a fetus in a mixed trash can of waste...They say God doesn't create trash....I sure hope God is in this one...who could say its trash ?? Who is to say that?  Such a bunch of emotional TRASH going on here regarding this tadpole, huh?
So I guess this was my emotional dump on my blog.  Sorry.  I am believing for a good ending...I always do.  It doesn't always work out tho..  My License Plate says, ALSWELL.  So it is!  I could have gotten a License plate that said, lfe s sht...but I didn't..Even tho sometimes it is, I prefer ALSWELL. This is not my decision...I will support hers.

People Cannot See White Lines on Road...

So I ran out of gas today.Running out of gas can be very hazardous to a persons well being as you can see by the first photo of the car coming at me in my parking lane. Nobody runs out of gas who has a half a brain and some money. I did.  My gas gauge is broken so I trip set my mileage.  I usually go 340 in the winter.  This time I chugged  through an intersection and putted to the side at 279 miles to an entire 17 gallon tank. What happened?  I had a load on for a couple days is what happened. The real problem turned out to be at least fifty people with less brain cells than I had today...that cannot seem to see the white line next to my car advising them its a PARKING LANE!  Take note of the car on the bottom photo that I am taking from my rear view mirror.  Look how far over the lane that person is.  I couldn't believe the trucks that almost hit me.  I re-seat belted myself and also figured I would be safer on a flight over the ocean...in a storm. 

My co worker showed up with a full gallon of gas . She had to purchase the gas can at $7.95 plus the gas.  There went my Roundys gas savings card. In fact I lost money on this round. I still cant believe I ran out of gas.  But ALSWELL as my license plate has said since 1994.   

Where Did The Time Go? by Diane Ogden

OK so I stopped at this restaurant called Texas Tubbs in Madison, Wisconsin.  I had eaten there once with a co-worker by accident. Meaning, we were exhausted and hungry and happen to run into this here Texas stop.  They play old time country music and I mean old time.  While standing at the counter waiting for my Texas Tubbs home made salsa and chips to go I struck up a conversation with a couple and their two daughters, who were laying, yes each laying on a bar stool while resting heads in Mom's lap. Dad was strolling about awaiting a table.  I noticed the lamp on the desk and commented on it.  "My goodness that's an old one."  She said, "Who are those people?"  I said, "That's Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. They were very famous in the 1950's with a "sit-com" and music albums.  Did you ever hear of his horse named Trigger? Or hers named Buttermilk?"  The man and woman looked at me and said, "No!" 
Jeez....I thought to myself how gumpy old I must look as well as felt at that moment.  Besides I was dressed in old goober work clothes to top it off.  Suppose there is more to come or maybe not if I keep my mouth shut regarding OLD TIMES when I am around YOUNG PEOPLE. doi  Cant believe they never even saw a re-run of Dale Evans and Roy Rogers chasing bad guys on pretty horses.  Thank God I didn't try to sing Happy Trails to that young family.

The Next in Line Arrives Home....Cody Ogden and Laura Conrad from Los Angeles by Diane Ogden

And he came but not "Home Alone," yet yes as in the antics of that movie...  Cody Ogden is visiting from Los Angeles this month. He brought with him a tiny little package with a name... She is five feet tall, surely  not a hundred pounds even... Laura Conrad is the name, and I think the man is in love. What a special couple they are.  Not afraid to try or do anything.  Having a wonderful time we all are. I told her she looks like a miniature Sandra Bullock...she said, "Allot of people tell me that."

Buster Goes on Vacation

See, this is Buster!  He has been sitting in my apt. for six years waiting for his best bud Chris to come get him....  finally Chris came.  BUT...the car was overloaded with "stuff."  I told Chris he needed to take Buster with them to Yellowstone.  They had already traveled from L.A. to Sedona area,  to Texas, to Wisconsin, then New York, then back to Wisconsin, and now with Buster in tow, to Yellowstone.  Personally I pushed for Buster! I felt Buster would give the many humans that viewed him a jolt for joy!  Can you imagine seeing the amazing dog friend atop a car crossing country. Reminds me of the movie VACATION..when they put the dead Grandma on top the car and kept going.  I laughed at that until I cried..and here we were again.  BUT, no room for extra weight on the car.  Well shitski anyway. What a hoot this would a been huh? Buster trucking with the kids cross country, giving so many such joy!  O well, Buster is now back in my spare bathroom sitting there alone again for God knows how many more years.  I can't put Buster on top my car... I can't..wouldn't be the same!  He can wait, he's the best at waiting... he sat in Chris's room since the mid 90's...I better put a caretaker for him in my will for sure... I will!

I Learned Something Yesterday....

But I don't know what.  Actually I do but maybe not how to put it into words.  The complexity of the human mind and heart has always perplexed me and on occasion someone else's negative fiery knives cut through my softness with unintended sharpness.  That means that ever now and again I see a kind hearted, wonderful, sweet, caring and plain nice person do something beyond my understanding whether that be spiritual or fleshly understanding!  Such as:   I am relaying a blog story to my sweet, kind, and caring friend, called "Relocation Vermonation," where a client of mine trapped a little mouse and drove it to a nearby park and released it.  And from my previous blog you all know I try to kill spiders but cant, so I take them outside and release them also.  I believe we are all connected in some way on this planet. That doesn't mean to allow a bear to eat you or a robber to kill you without fighting back, but why harm little creatures if there is no need to.  What's my point?  My sweet, kind, and so on friend responds to my little mouse story with, "G-o-o-ol-l, you know as in Barnie Fife's Goooollliiee, or whoever said that. Then she tells me and SHOWS ME how she goes out of her way to step on them with her shoes on of course in her garden. My brain was not able to "wrap/rap" with the words she had said to me.  I was flabbergasted to say the least.  Maybe like someone who is a vegetarian thinking about how they slaughter the animals people eat.  Maybe like that.  The harshness from such a gentle person.  How kind caring, vs cold heartless, wires and cells, stop and start between the heart and the mind. Some can harm a mouse and not a human being. Others can kill a human and not harm a mouse. More people should donate their brains to research. Even our medical community does not have proper facilities to help the human deal with his or her brain malfunctions. No different than a stomach ache or ulcer, yet not enough is known why a woman would find it OK to YUKie doo wad, smush mices with her foot.  Oh dear God yuk.  : (
Maybe because she was raised on a farm! No offense intended, but then so was I... wrong answer!