It isn't just one network either. It is all of them. They can't even cover different meaningless comments. They all cover the same one. As far as I'm concerned all of the major news networks can stop wasting their time and mine with any coverage of any debates
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
When I was in the 9th. grade we had a massive snowstorm that kept us out of school for most of January and February. It started off as a typical school year, just going to school day after day. It had been years since we had a snow day off from school. When it came time to go back to school after Christmas break the skies opened up and the most we went to school for the next 2 months was 2 days a week. Usually it was only one day a week. This was back in the days when they didn't make you make up the days at the end of the year or have 2 hour delays or any of that pain in the ass stuff.
Then in early March I was waiting for the bus and no one else was there. This was unusual. A passing car stopped and told me that the wall had fallen at Central and school was cancelled. I went home to listen to the radio and sure enough the retaining wall had fallen at our junior high school. Central Junior High School was perched up on the side of the mountain overlooking Logan, West Virginia. It was built behind a massive retaining wall that was easily 50 or 60 feet high. We were out of school for a week while they decided what to do with us. There was no way the wall could be repaired before the school year was over.
They decided to send us to East Junior High School - our arch rivals. To minimize the possibilities of fights we started school an hour after the East kids and we went home an hour earlier than they did. We also had staggered lunch hours so that we didn't take lunch at the same time. I think some of the teachers were more traumatized by the move than we were and we learned quickly how to take advantage of the situation. We were particularly thrilled when Mrs. Triolo and Mrs. Mendez got into a fist fight because Mrs. Triolo called Mrs. Mendez a dike! Boy, was that a story!
Some teachers padded our grades, saying we were traumatized and upping them a whole letter. (Not that it mattered to me. I was an "A,B" student anyway so that didn't help me much.) We got every concession that a teacher could possibly give a student. Some didn't even give tests for a whole month so that we could adjust to the situation.
Then in May there was a massive flood. There was about 6 feet of water in East Junior High School. It took a week for the river to subside and then another week for them to get the school cleaned up so that we could go back again.
By then there was about 2 weeks to go and school was out. I started High School the next year so I am not sure but I think that it took several years to fix the wall and the kids at Central continued to go to East well into the next school year.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
We started out with me and Rhonda rolling a snowball to make a snowman. Pretty soon the snowball was so big that we couldn't roll it anymore but Mark McCoy just happened to be walking by and he joined us in the big push. That snowball was getting pretty big by this time and Rusty and Sissy and Billy joined in. We used 3 yards (I mean yards that we played in, not yards as a unit of measurement) full of snow to make that snowball. Somewhere along the way Ricky, Arville and Jamie began pushing with us and then low and behold if the two Jeffs didn't show up.
This massive snow boulder ended up in the middle of the basketball court. It was taller even than the biggest boys! It ended up staying in the middle of the basketball court because we couldn't move it another inch. With every kid in the neighborhood pushing, that snowball still wouldn't budge. It was so tall that we couldn't even climb on top of it.
The snow boulder stayed where it was until the middle of May. We hated it by that time because like I said it was in the middle of the basketball court. It also was in the way of our "endless circle" where we rode our bikes for hour after hour. We beat it with basketballs and wiffleball bats trying to make it disappear. It did for awhile make a most excellent bike ramp for those who had enough nerve to make the jump. Anyway it was a monumental effort that I have yet to see be duplicated to this day.
I took Eddie to the doctor today so he took me to lunch at Captain D's. We were sitting there eating when all of a sudden I felt 2 hands grab my hair. I was just on the verge of whipping around and walloping some crazed offender. (a reflex from too much hair pulling when I was a kid) But the hands were gentle and they were actually cradling my long, blonde hair when I heard a woman exclaim, "beautiful. just beautiful."
I had maintained control of my reflexes as I looked at Eddie with a "what in the world?" look in my eyes.
I had caught a glimpse of two little, old ladies out of the corner of my eye as I settled into my chair, meanwhile they never knew anything was amiss. The one lady asked the other if she had ever seen anything so beautiful and her friend answered, "why no, I don't believe I have."
It was really a harmless situation to be in and they meant it all to be a compliment but I had no idea that someone was going to grab me from behind and to say they startled me would be to put it mildly. I kept my composure and thanked them for the compliment as they made their way to the door.
It reminds me of the stories my mom used to tell us about her mom. Granny loved her visits to the local 10 cent store. They had a really good snack bar there and I still crave their club sandwiches to this day. Granny and my Aunt Mary Ann would go to the 10 cent store every third of the month when they got their checks with all the other old people in our hometown. It was a ritual that everybody would get together and pay their bills and shop when they got their check. They would also go there anytime they had a doctor's appointment or any other business in town.
Mom said that several times she received a call from the management of the 10 cent store asking her to come collect her mother. It seems that granny felt that one certain booth was hers and she wasn't shy about claiming it. If someone was having lunch there, she would just go sit in the booth with them and tell them "not to mind me, I'll just wait here until you're finished." She would also clean away their dirty dishes to hasten their departure. Sometimes before they were finished eating.
I never witnessed my granny doing this stuff but I'm sure that those people felt much the same way I felt today as that little, old lady cradled my hair in her hands.
...was at Denney's Restaurant believe it or not. I don't know if they still have them because there are no Denney's in WV that I know of.
The sandwich was called a Megamelt Grandslam. It was a wonderous confection on toasted sourdough bread. It had roast beef, turkey and ham with provolone cheese. What set it apart is the perfect slab of banana pepper on the sandwich with a slice of tomato and mayo.
mmm mmmm good!
It was the inspiration for my world famous pamburger. I cook my burgers on my George Foreman Grill and I grill my buns as well. Then I top it with cheese, banana pepper, tomato and mayo. They are positively addicting. Ask Eddie!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
We had been married around 2 years when Bobby and I were at the Laundromat. We were folding clothes when all of a sudden he irritatedly blurted out, "If you don't start turning your clothes right side out when you take them off, I'm just going to start folding them that way!"
My eyebrows shot up as I realized that this was a brilliant idea! I told him, "Go ahead, that's the best idea I ever heard." He just shook his head in disgust and resigned himself to the fact that I am a hopeless slob.
I've been folding my clothes inside out ever since.
Although it is occasionally embarrassing to go outside because I failed to notice that I put them on that way.
...for the most part. I go the third week of January when the discounts seem to be their deepest and I go in August when the back to school sales are happening. Even though I don't wear kid's clothes it doesn't matter because they put all the clothes on sale in August.
I went to K mart this week and they had clearance on their clearance. Also if you spend $50 this week then they give you a $5 gift card. In effect giving me a 10% discount on the clearanced clearance items.
Here is what I bought:
A wonderful, warm coat/cape. Originally $80 and I got it for $33.
2 long, bohemian style skirts for $7.79 each. Keep in mind I have to buy plus sizes that usually cost $2 more per item.
2 long sleeved, lace trimmed t-shirts for $7.19 each
4 tank tops for $4.79 each. (these are my uniforms at home)
Lace cami for $4.79
Playtex bra for $15.99 in my hard to find size of 44B
Gold Tree Skirt for $3.74
7 silver ornaments for $3.78
50 multicolored lights for $2.49
20 green lights for .74
I went home with 2 $5 gift cards because I broke the purchases into 2 purchases. I don't understand people who know they get a card for every $50 and they spend tons of money on one purchase and only get one card.
We used to make snow ice cream when we were kids. We would go out on the balconey and get some of the snow that was piled high on the bannisters. Then we would go back in the house and add a little cream and sugar and Viola! Snow Ice Cream!
Every kids dream.
Remember the old sleds? The wooden ones with the metal runners? They have gone the way of the dinosaur now. Lost like so many of our old toys that were apparently too dangerous to play with. Back in those days our parents actually taught us to be careful so that we could have fun and not get hurt. Sleds are gone. Even Jacks are gone. You can buy plastic versions but it is just not the same.
I think there was something to be said for having to use a little care when you played with something. We knew there was a possibility of getting hurt so we WATCHED WHAT WE WERE DOING!
I know we were supposed to be able to steer these things but I don't remember the steering EVER working. It was part of the fun.
Monday, January 16, 2012
When I was taking care of my dad I bought him one of those Siamese Fighting Fish. He loved it. I bought it at Walmart in a vase with a Peace Lilly in it to provide oxygen for the fish. The fish spent his time swimming through the roots and my dad had a lovely time feeding it and would sit mesmerized for hours just watching the fish.
One morning I walked into the bathroom and I saw a blue blob in the floor. I didn't know what in the world it could be so I looked closer. It was daddy's fish. Apparently the cat had managed to swipe the thing out of the vase. I still don't know how she did it because the vase and the plant were completely undisturbed.
I was completely dismayed by my find because I didn't want daddy to be upset because his health was so delicate. So I rushed off to Walmart to buy a replacement before he woke up. I arrived home just in time to witness daddy wheeling himself up to check out his fish for the first time that morning. He turned to ask me where his fish was and I was standing there with as close a copy as I could manage to pluck from the Walmart aquarium in my hand.
He had caught me red handed and there was nothing I could do but confess. So, I broke the news to him that his beloved fish had met it's demise at the hands of Shirley the Cat. He burst out laughing and started to congratulate the cat for a job well done!
We deposited the fish back in the vase and daddy had a good time every morning going to check and see if the cat had another successful night fishing again.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
One day I pulled into work and Gina was on the loading dock dancing and doing a cheer. "Yah, Pam's here! She'll take care of this kitty!" I walked past her and ignored what she was saying completely.
All day long Gina told me how much that cat needed a home and how she was sooo glad that I would take her. I never said a word. Lunchtime rolled around and somebody asked me what I was going to do with the cat and I said, "nothing." Poor Gina's mouth flew open and she said, "How can you say that? You rescue everything."
I told her I was sorry, but I couldn't take the cat home. When it was time for me to go home I left with Gina begging me to take the cat with me - I didn't. The next day Gina went around telling everybody what a wonderful cat she took home. I just smiled.
A week later I was talking on the phone with a friend and I was telling them how I got a home for a cat on the dock the week before. Gina heard me and exclaimed, "YOU DIDN'T FIND A HOME FOR THAT CAT. I TOOK IT HOME!"
I looked at Gina and smiled and I said, "Gina, I KNEW you would take that cat home. If I had taken her home she would still be looking for a home. Now she has the greatest home on earth because you thought I didn't have a heart and wouldn't save her."
Gina looked at me and smiled and said, "Ohhh, Youuu!"
She knew she had fallen into my trap.
You're a Harmonizer
So you're a True Romantic but what tips can we give for keeping the romance alive in your relationship?
- Be natural. Remember that your partner loves you for who you are, so don't feel the need to put on an act.
- Share the love. You've got the Midas touch when it comes to setting the romantic tone, so do what you do best and let your partner experience the magic.
- Open your heart. Don't overthink things or be too much of a perfectionist. The strongest connections are founded on spiritual intimacy.
- Take a weekend away. Whether you're still in the first flush of love or entering your second decade together, there's still nothing better than checking into a nice hotel for a night. Take your time over a romantic dinner and make sure to have breakfast in bed.
I love this picture. It is a picture of my niece and nephew and cousins playin' in the creek at Chief Logan State Park in Logan, WV. They are playing in the exact same spot where I used to play with my aunt and uncles and cousins when I was a kid.
We used to spend every family reunion playing in the creek. My mom would always tell us we weren't allowed when the day would start but by the end of the day she would relent and we would spend hours wading with our styrofoam cups and catching crawdads, salamanders and minnows.
We would also spend hours excavating and dredging the creek to build a dam so we could have a swimming hole. We happily carried rocks and mud and piled them so we could lounge in the cool water on a hot summers day. We used to joke that they actually forced prisoners to break rocks all day but we did it voluntarily for hours upon end. Most of our dams were complete failures that allowed more water through than they held back but occasionally our hard work would pay off and the water would actually be deep enough to float and swim (in tiny circles).
The best times were when my uncles would join us. They were masteminds at building dams and they ALWAYS got good results. We would be begging to help them but they would make us stay out of the way until the dam was completed. Then we could enjoy the fruits of their labors. They were also in charge of swinging on the grapevines. We weren't allowed to swing on them until they tested them to make sure they were strong enough to hold our weight.
Probably the best day ever in my childhood was the day my mom took us to the park and left us for the day. We walked every square inch of that creek which is about 2 miles long in one direction and then it forks about a mile in the other direction. We were everywhere. At the end of the day she picked us up and we were so dirty and wet that she made us ride in the trunk (it was open) to go home. We only lived 1.9 miles from the park so it was just another fun way to top off the day.