St. Patrick’s Day Cactus


This poor Christmas Cactus has no sense of what it is or when it’s supposed to bloom. It bloomed on/about Halloween, then again on/about mid March. Very pretty but obviously confused.

Here’s another pic of it from another angle. I’ve had this cactus about 15 years and the lady that I inherited it from said she had had it for about ten herself. I didn’t know a Christmas Cactus could live that long!!


It’s funny how their little minds work…..


One of GrandDolly’s new playthings are her Mr. Potato Heads.  She’s taken quite a liking to anything with a hole in it that she could shove a Potato Head part into.  Imagine my surprise the first time I found this stuck in my bathroom door knob.

When I take it out, she promptly finds it and puts it back in.  Not sure what the significance might be, but she likes it there.

Sunday Scribblings #108 — The Future of the Planet


I don’t have a particularly good feeling about our future. Everything in our society is speeding up faster and faster, and I don’t think we have a good handle on what to do with it.  Cell phones – computers – GPS units – we are overwhelmed by media blasting us from every direction and available to all by phone to all and sundry who want to reach us. We have a sense of entitlement that was unheard of fifty years ago. We have no manners, and we are extremely sociopathic, caring nothing for anyone or anything other than ourselves.

Okay, not everybody is like that. And I only mention it because I think this “I just don’t care” attitude is part of our society’s downfall. Of course, there are many people that mind their own business and life their lives in a good way, but you don’t hear about them.  When was the last time you heard anything positive on the news? If I hear two stories of happiness in a month, it’s been a good month in my book. Blood, gore, and violence = ratings. Bah.

But that doesn’t explain my bad feeling.

Unless you live under a rock (and lucky you if you do) you know about global warming, air pollution, water shortages and water pollution, over fishing the oceans, animal extinction due to habitats evaporating, etc, etc, etc. We have been warned by numerous experts that we are on the road to hell and will have no one but ourselves to blame when we get there.

In contrast, we have too few people trying to stop and undo this mess and they are fighting against special interest groups and big business that want to perpetuate the status quo. After all, that’s how they make their $$$ for the politicians in their back pockets and their shareholders in the boardroom. But the face that they want people to see is one of compassion for our planet, so instead of doing something NOW, they will appropriate some funds to conduct “a study”, another word for “there, that should get them off our back for awhile.” If it wasn’t so sad, I would laugh at the tap dancing that politicians and big business do when they are forced to look at our global problems. They just haven’t seen any evidence to confirm that our planet is ailing, you know.

So what do we do? We will do what we can. Commit to live as green as possible. Don’t litter. Recycle. Reuse. Walk. Carpool. Use less water. Use natural cleaners instead of chemicals. Cut down on electricity. Turn down your thermostat. Slow down on the highway. Offer your services to support green causes.

If we do these things, the world may still be a mess, but you’ve done your part in your little corner of it. You can take satisfaction in that.

Friday Fill-Ins #69


  1. When I fell in love I knew it was the real thing! I couldn’t tell up from down, left from right, stumbling over my own feet with joy!!
  2. I walk around with a goofy smile on my face when the flowers bloom and it heats up outside! Needless to say, I walk around with a frown all winter.
  3. Oh no! The internet connection is down, but I have lots of projects that I can start working on.  It will probably take a dead internet connection to get started on them, too!! I spend way too much time on this thing.
  4. “The Office” is the craziest tv show ever. But it is definitely an acquired taste — I just started watching it this year (third season?) after trying off and on to understand it.  Sometimes you just shouldn’t concentrate so much on something.
  5. Cheese and crackers make a great meal! Especially when dipped in tequila.
  6. Sweet Baboo would be a very unhappy camper without a garden. He never realized how much he liked growing things until we bought our house and had room to try gardening.
  7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to closing my eyes and going to sleep, tomorrow my plans include doing some yard sales in the AM and sewing in the PM, and Sunday, I want to do some shopping and lunching in Sturbridge, MA.  Happy weekend, y’all!!

Blog Talkers #69 Annoyed


Annoyed. What annoys you? What do you do that annoys other people? Are you quick to lose your temper? How often do you get annoyed? Do you have a short fuse? Tell us about the last time you were annoyed – REALLY annoyed.

I would have to say that I am most annoyed by rude people — and as we all know, there is no shortage of that particular organism these days. It’s hard to get through a day without interacting with one of these dysfunctional half wits.

And although these <insert favorite derogatory name here> are in great supply, they’re not the ones that I mean.

You see, most of the rudies that you come in contact with are hit and run — they might bump into you and not say excuse me, cut in front of you in line, jump into the cab that you just hailed, etc. Boom and they’re gone.

The ones that really burn my biscuits are the ones that will stand in front of a cashier or waitress or in our case, a receptionist in a doctor’s office, and will belittle and badger that poor person. And then will continue to do it when it’s clear that the problem has been resolved. Because, you see, most people who are in a position of customer service have this huge target on their chest that rudies just love to nail. They know that this poor person really needs this job, because let’s face it, nobody wants to treated like pond scum just for the heck of it.

So these bullies feel safe in thrashing the little guys and rationalize it by saying that they were not feeling well, upset at something else, stressed out, etc. There’s always a reason with these cowards, which doesn’t cut it with me. And when I get really annoyed (for instance, like I did at Wal*Mart a week or so ago) because a bully was taking out some aggression on some poor teenager cashier, I will sometimes often, usually say something to the effect of, “she doesn’t know the price of everything in this store, take it easy on her” or my favorite “would you want somebody to talk to your kids that way if they worked here?”

That’s another good thing about getting older — I say what I feel that I should say, and I feel better trying to help a younger person because I’ve been there, too. Most meanies won’t argue with somebody challenging them. Once a bully, always a bully, right?  Give it a thought the next time you see one in action and have a care for the little guy.

The Agony and the Ecstasy


The Agony — I’m covered with indescribable itching — AGAIN!!

The Ecstasy — scratching it until I bleed. I know it’s the wrong thing to do, but sometimes I just can’t help it.

My darling Sweet Baboo — the mighty poison ivy slayer — finely outfitted in his coveralls and gloves and hat, standing at the ready to do battle with the blasted interlopers. With his trusty spray can at his side, he sprayed until there was nothing left to pour on the noxious weeds. I am absolutely a true believe in organic gardening, but when it comes to poison ivy, there is no mercy. Bring on the Round Up and lots of it.

That’s not where I got the rash, tho.

A few days ago, SB was clearing brush at his boss’s house. Didn’t realize what he had gotten into until I broke out the next morning. He had the urushiol on his skin but I broke out before he did!!! Isn’t that a kick in the head? I told him I got it from him and he didn’t think so — until his arms started itching later that day and he had to agree with me.

I’ve read where the rash starts anywhere from a day to 2 weeks. Haven’t ever read where a person can break out within a couple of hours. That’s my own experience.

So here I sit, my head numb from Benadryl while the rest of my body is racked with this hateful itching. AGAIN!!