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Sunday, November 24, 2013

"Piss Poor"............by from Uncle Sam's Misguided Children.

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Do you know where the term "PISS POOR" came from?

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was tak...en & sold to the tannery.......if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor". But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low. The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s: Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were starting to smell... Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting Married. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!" Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof... Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence. The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate Floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold. In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat. Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust. Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would Sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake. England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive... So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.

And that's the truth....Now, whoever said History was boring!
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Saturday, November 23, 2013

November 22, 1963...................by Diane Ogden

Everyone I know remembers where they were on that day.  Especially me because it was my Birth-day.
 I was old enough to realize the importance of the day and honor  a man named John.  John F. Kennedy.  He represented me as he represented almost all Americans.  We didn't care if he was a womanizer. Back then that was a discrete family matter.  With the rise of the "computer" system nothing is discrete any longer.  We didn't care if he new underworld figures.  We didn't care that he was imperfect.  We / I felt he was good where the country needed him to be good.  And if he was bad in other areas that didn't concern the country .....that would  be on his KARMA and ever after life.  Wasn't my concern.  Camelot?  Camelot raised the hopes of so many. Gave new life to the United States.  Like Princess Diana did for her Country and ours.  Yet both left us so tragically.  I "wonder" that we might understand such things someday in our own afterlife.  When I die (pass on) will I find out who really killed him? Or will that still be a secret kept forever?  I hope I get to know.  But if I get to know that then maybe I will also get to know bad things too.  Good and bad here and there.  Not sure it will be all golden streets and such.  Guess I will find out just like JFK, Diana, and my Dad.  I do believe we will all have an eternal flame in the hereafter.....because I don't see how we can ever really die.  If we are spirit we shall live on for eternity.  Humm, eternity always bugged me as a child.  I would lay in bed and think of eternity and how it never ends and I would get frustrated with it.....  because it is not understandable. At age seven or so I would  stand in the grass, then start spinning around and around until I fell from dizziness.  I would lay on my back and look at the beautiful sky spinning and I would say to myself, "I am now one with the earth spinning on its axis."  Yet knowing I could never spin as fast as the earth. Heck, I knew I would need gravity to hold me down.  I suspect John F Kennedy doesn't have gravity anymore. Nothing holds him down.  He must be like a feather in the heavens.  How fun to be like a safe floating feather.  As a child I used to "wonder' what it would be like to be a leaf with feelings.  I would get to be a baby bud growing from a branch into a beautiful big leaf.  Then one day it would get cold and I would change sort of like the moth only backwards.  I would change appearance in the form of color. Then more changes. The wind would blow and I would fall off my secure life on the branch and I would travel on the ground until I stopped being able to travel......  I would then eventually turn to dust.  Just like me the human.  Its all an evolving evolutionary "bunch" of physics.  I don't know the ratios/equation's, but I do know the spirit.  And there is a mathematical equation for all of it.  That I do hope I get to see.  Why one persons equation is so different from anothers.  Why John Fitzgerald Kennedy got where he got and why I got where I got to on this revolving earth.  It will be very interesting ....that is IF I AM ALLOWED TO SEE...  All I know is I was home from school sick that day.  I think  I was watching one of the soap operas of that era, I remember! It was "As The World Turns."  How apropos.  I had watched that with my Grandma since I had been a wee one.  Suddenly they broke into regular scheduling and the newscaster  said the President has been shot and is dead.  Just like that, gone in an instant.  Gone.  I sat there all alone at the funny farm, crazy place I was raised.  Wishing I had not been sick that day as I needed to be with my friends crying in the hallways of my high school as I would have if my grandmother had died or a classmate......But I was not there. I was alone.
                                      We are born alone and we shall die alone. 
I am a numerologist.  11-22 are master numbers.  Anyone with those numbers is here to change humanity  in some way.  Positive or negative.  Elvis name adds up to a 22.  I could go on but that should sum it up.  Kennedy died on 11-22.  I was born on 11-22.   I believe I will leave the world offering something better.  Or I will go out in a horrendous earthly tragedy of large magnitude. Either Earthly Good or Earthly Bad is the 11-22.  If I have a choice I chose good.  Although Kennedy didn't have a choice, not did Diana. 
  And I thank John F. Kennedy for what he left this world with.  Hope for each of us to have our own Camelot.  And, "What can we do for others, not what can they do for us."  Look up the comparisons between Kennedy and Lincoln and you will know there is more out there than what you can see with the your eyes!!  I promise.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

BARBIE!!.....................by Diane Ogden

I was going through some photos today searching for a particular photo and low and "Behold" I ran across pictures of something I used to love to do.  In fact I still have these little masterpieces in a box under my bed.  They were made as an heirloom gift for my daughter when she was about nine.  She is twenty four now.  They are a bit squished in their cardboard home of fifteen years but I am sure they will poof back up when taken out and brought back to life.  I have allowed my Granddaughters to play with them on occasion in the past.

I still have dreams of finding time to make even more glamorous gowns for Barbie's.  There is something I love about glitz. I don't wear glitz but I love it around me.  I buy used wedding dresses for creating things.  I have small white Christmas lites around my kitchen counter and every day when I plug them in they make me happy.  I love hanging crystal chandeliers and sparkling stars.  Not sure why, just do.  

Today I am sharing with you some of my Barbie Creations.  Enjoy!  These photos are very old and not as clear as I would prefer.  Hopefully they show some of the detail.  The blue velvet dress has a poofy bussell that is hard to see if you do not know about it.
 



 

 
 
 
 

Blogger wont let me enlarge the last several photos.  Will keep trying because the detail on these little fancies is fun to view.  I have made wedding Barbies and very long full dresses but have given them away.   No photos available of those. 
So be well, be happy, be safe, be creative and get rich so you have time to be creative!  Later's.....

 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Never Try to Outcon a Con............................by Diane Ogden

I found myself falling in love with LaReigne Lucrece at this later stage in my life.  He came to me totally out of the blue (by accident) one day at a red light.  Yes a red light.  I was acting up as usual with my comedic Halloween bloody leg hanging out the side of my car with a magnetic sign next to it saying, "My Last X Husband."   That produced LaReigne to jump out of his little convertible sports machine, run around to my side of the truck and hand me his card.  He said, "Call me Babe, or I'll call you...."  You see my number is on the side of my vehicle in the form of an employment advertisement.
Several days past with no call from the handsome Frenchman.  And then my phone rang, only to hear the very raspy voice of LaReigne Lucrece.  I cant say I was not pleased. Of course I was and to say I hadn't waited for it would be a lie.
As time passed we became very close as well as intimately close.  He was the most romantic lover I had experienced in my life.  No really.  He seemed to love me from somewhere deep inside his soul along with every other part of his being.  I was not used to a man that gave of himself so deeply and with such intent.
My neighbor, who leaned toward hearing from the beyond stopped in to blatantly tell me not to see this man anymore as he is known for sleeping with women and then telling them he has to leave the country for various reasons.   I argued with her, saying no no, he loves me.  She flipped her long black hair and curtly walked out of my apartment saying, "You will see Missy!"
The affair continued a glorious few weeks longer. Then without any warning one evening after an amazing lovemaking session, you know, the kind where it seemed extra intent was at hand?  It was then he told me he needed to talk to me about something.  I obviously was not prepared for what came next although I handled it perfectly, thanks to my neighbor and the fact I was not a young woman with a brain of mush.  He said, "I rent out my home in Paris to friends and famous people for parties.  There have been some problems and I have to go back and take care of them. I hope you will understand my little Cheri."  I did not flinch nor fall apart.  I did not cry.  I did not react in anyway whatsoever except to offer up a slight grin.  He immediately caught it and said, "What is that?  No, what is that? I said, "Oh nothing, I understand how these things can happen.  So when are you leaving?"  He replied to me as soon as possible.  I said, "Well lets have an outing before you go LaReigne?  One last outing?  Okay?"    I found myself listening intently to what he might have to say.  I decided I wanted to follow this game out to the end.  Who knows, might make for a good book someday.  I never did know when to quit. Nor did I ever learn to play poker.   I should have.
The following day LeReigne and I  picnicked near the lake.  We were walking and reminiscing close to a wooded area when my neighbor, the one that foretells the future, comes walking out of the woods and down a hill towards us saying loudly how she is aware of his intentions, how dare he do this to her friend, we have all told her who you are and what you are like.  What you have done to many of the women in your past.
LaReigne stopped dead, turned and looked directly into my eyes just as he did when he made passionate love to me.  I pretended to be stunned.  To know nothing of what this woman was spewing.  That is when I looked at her and said, "STOP!"   He turned and walked away.  It was too late for me to repair the damage.  Stupid woman anyway! I wanted so badly to turn the tables on LaReigne.  For once I wanted to come out on the head end of a deal vs the tail end.  I have always heard one should never try to con a con. And I had and I had lost.  And now he was gone forever.
After the Frenchman ordeal settled down I was summoned to a property my family owned.  I was to prepare it for sale.  I had never seen it before so I put the address in my GPS and headed out for the county side.  I didn't tell anyone where I was going.  Something I forgot to do more than once.
After what seemed like thirty miles I finally came to the address. I couldn't see the main property until I followed the long driveway up to what appeared to be a huge mansion.  It looked like something out of a movie set.  The garage door opener worked so I pulled right in like I owned the place.  I guess I did in reality.  I was selling it for our family trust even though I knew very little about it.  I was about to discover more than I wanted or needed to know.  When I initially walked in all appeared to be a normal, yet a very royal mansion.  Marble floors, gold embossed framing around each doorway, as well as the intricate wood carvings surrounding each fireplace in every room.  Still there was a very erie feeling surrounding me.  The thought came more than once that I should let someone know where I was.  Yet I did not. I made it up the winding staircase to the second floor and  couldn't help but notice how many rooms there were with closed doors.  And in the center of all these doors were barred rooms.  Oh my God it was a prison.  The entire second floor of our family mansion was a prison.  What was behind the doors?  I tried to open one but I was not able to.  I pushed as hard as I could and it only budged enough for me to see light through the crack.  Those doors had not been opened for  many years.  It was then I was halted in my every movement and thought.  I heard voices.  Here I am in an old mansion, out in the middle of no where, a jailhouse with locked doors all around it, I am hearing voices and no one knows where I am.  I just need to get out of here and now. It was at that moment that I recognized LeReigne's voice.  What was he doing here?  Fear began to rush through every cell of my body.  My rational mind concluded this could be him trying to gain hold of my families property in some way.  I found my way down the stairs and out into the garage.  My spirit sensed he knew I was there.  The men with him were there to help him kill me.
On the floor was a piece of paper with a small round type metal item that looked like a battery. His plan was to soak that in gasoline. Pretend that it was a love letter he intended to give me when he left for Paris.  But when I took it, it was to blow up in my hand and take me out.  My spirit told me this.  I decided to reverse his game.  Do it to him instead.  I jumped into my vehicle.....put it in reverse. My intention was to get down that driveway and out of there.  Forget winning any game with LaReigne.  Get out and back to the reality of my old life in the city.  It was then that I went into fear mode.  I couldn't tell if I was in drive, or reverse, or neutral.  I was terrified. I couldn't recall if my doors were locked or even which way the lever went to lock/unlock. At that point, LaReigne jumped into my vehicle.  He stared into my eyes grinning.  I had lost once again and on a larger scale than I ever dreamed could happen to this small town woman. I had lost at life once again.  I had nothing else to lose.  I drove as fast as I could to the end of the driveway.....the only control I had was behind the wheel of that vehicle and he was not going to take that away too. No one would ever take that away again.  I pulled out of that driveway of life into the path of an oncoming semi going 70 mph.  I had just enough time to look into LaReigne's eyes and soul and smile letting him know I won.
Just remember never try to con and con.  This time: No one won that game. No one.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Bob Benjamin Morrison Ogden

I am working on a new blog called "Bob Benjamin Morrison Ogden" to be out soon.  A compelation (I think I just made that word up) of the many trials and works of Bob Ogden, boy feline character.  And its all true.  From time outs inside, to escapes outside.  He is something else again.  I am working on dressing him up for the blog portraits and you ask, "How's that going for me?"   Not so good yet.  Might have to take up photoshopping for sure.

I tried to put a build a bear blonde wig on him, and, well, you had to be there!  He must not be into blondes.  I appreciate his likes and dislikes as he is learning to appreciate (listen) to mine.  Time outs in the bedroom work wonders with Bob Benjamin Morrison Ogden. They occur when he gets too rough with Lucycat.  Hey, I only leave him in there for five minutes.  He gets it!!  So all this said, be in waiting for the new blog posts starting from the time I rec'd the sick lil squirt to present.  That being February end to November 9th, 2013.  He does make my life more interesting to say the least.  Just wish he would let me put his hats and necklaces on.  He's napping right now considering this morning I overdosed him with all natural catnip BUD'S!

They were strong to the moon which is where I presume he and Lucy cat both tripped to........before they returned to Ogdenland, USA......   Our normal residence.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

SMILE RICH or Stay Poor...............by Diane Ogden

I did what I said I was not going to do.  I went back to the grocery store where people scream at their children and park in the no park zones for long periods of time while their car radio (stereo system) reverberates the pavement in all directions, along with my brain.  Which I presume could cause me to have a brain concussion from the percussion!  But I went anyway.

I traveled the entire huge store from one end to the other and noticed a lot, no, I noticed most of these people were unhappy sour faced folks.

 So I decided to run a test the last ten -twenty minutes I was shopping, checking out and walking out. I put a perpetual smile on my face.  I looked directly into each persons eyes and smiled like I loved them sincerely.  I tell you not even ONE person smiled back at me.  I speak the truth on that one.  I was blown away.  Some would look right into my eyes with the face of a stone. Some even scary.


I got to my truckie, then to the drive up lane for grocery pic up.  The sweet young man was SMILING.  I said, "Have you noticed people are plain unhappy today.  No one is smiling."  He said, Yeah, it's that way around here, but I am smiling, cause I don't pay no attention to them."  He wished me a wonderful rest of my day and I did likewise.


Then I was time to go buy myself some fresh flowers for the week.

 I decided to run my smile test again. This time at the rich store.  Or the store that charges unbelievable prices for the same goods I get at the unhappy people cheap store.  Every single person I smiled at smiled back at me.  Every one of them!  That right there told me:  People with money, richer people are happy people.  Poor people are unhappy people.  See?  My test say so.   Even the Bible says it.  "To those with much, more will be given."  The rich get richer and the poor go to the unhappy store and stay poor.  Smiles make you rich.  That is why I have a million dollars.  (Well its on it way)  Because I am a walking smile.  Even if I do not feel like it I do it.  Scientist have proven when a person smiles their brain automatically releases endorphins...The good bugs.  That must also mean when you smile you are calling in your money too.
So be happy, be well, be safe, and SMILE so you are rich and can go to the Happy Store and stave off any and all concussions .  Laters......

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Gold Crown Down..................by Diane Ogden

Today was a normal day.  Well most of it anyway.  I usually fix myself a home-made hamburger on a toasted wheat bun with catsup, mustard, mayo, and one slice of Wisconsin cheese every morning.  I cool it off and place it in a non glass (plastic) container what is probably full of BPA and put it in my lunch bag.  I cut 1/4 of its end off and eat that for breakfast if anyone cares. TMI.  Well it came time to have my lunch today so I placed it in my clients microwave for 23 seconds.  Perfecto.   I took one delicious bit and then another.  That is when I felt something unfamiliar in my mouth other than my daily homemade burger.

And then an almost crunch down.  I think when we humans get a bit on the older side we tend to stop the crunch down before it happens.  Maybe its the mind thinking slower, but I caught a visualization of one of my teeth "a lose" in the midst of a mouthful of chewed burger, mayo, cheese, catsup, and mustard on a toasted wheat bun.  Not a pretty mental sight. More like a bad dream. That means I halted the crunch before it could kill any of my other pearlies.  I expelled the contents of my mouth into my hand.  OMG eewww, worse than the mental image I imagined.  Picked out the shiny large gold crown and expelled a bad word from that same mouth.
Because the next mental picture was me pushing a grocery cart under a bridge wearing rags after handing my dentist a stack of $100-$1,000 dollar bills all tied neatly with a gold bow.  Now picture that 8x10 glossy.
When I regained my senses I put the crown in a baggie and then placed the baggie in my money bag.  An appropriate placement I would say.
I was feeling sorry for myself so I emailed a friend and told her what happened.  She instantly replied that I should super glue it back to the remaining tooth it fell off of.  Seriously?  Seriously?  Now I know she is a redneck.  My GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) was screaming inside my head.  It was screaming, "Sure, super glue it you idiot.  Go ahead so it can fall off in the middle of the night and you will choke to death on it with no one around to give you the Heimlich!!"  That did it.  There will be no super gluing going on.  Maybe if I turn in all the gold teeth I have saved  (in my jewelry box) and my set of good silver ware I would have enough to fix the dang tooth.  Its only been five hours and it is cutting the underside of my sweet tougue.  The one I use a lot everyday. No sense to being angry.  It's life is all.  I started out in life getting teeth and now I am ending up loosing them.  Now if you work for a fancy corporation, who are in cahoots with the medical profession via insurance corps and you would have no problem at all.  Maybe I will super glue it after all.  Maybe I am a redneck.  Nawh. I really don't own anything that is duct taped.


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