I loved Saturday Morning Cartoons in the 70's

All the Looney Toons of course. Sam and Ralph were my favs. You know the sheepdog with the hair over his eyes and the wolf that tried to steal his sheep. They had to punch in and out on a timeclock.

Sigmund and the Sea Monsters

HR Puffinstuff with Witchypoo

Charles Nelson Riley in Lidsville

Josie and the Pussycats

The Jetson's

The Superfriends

Isis (I liked her because she was a female superhero)

I never cared for Tom and Jerry too much. I hear they are my great niece's favorites to this day though.

Does anybody remember Kubla, Fran and Ollie? I loved those stories about children around the world.

Then there was Land of the Lost. We used to play slestakz all day long. " szlzslzhzsllzshzlzsz " we loved that noise!

I write one poem a year and here it is:

My Granny Farley Had the Softest Skin

The only thing she ever used and she swore by it was Jergen's lotion.

She worked a farm, raised a family, cleaned the house, ran a boarding house and still went to church looking like a lovely lady.

When I say she worked a farm I mean she did it all. She milked the cows, fed the chickens and rabbits and horses and pigs. They didn't buy anything at the store except for flour and sugar. If they had fried chicken, first she had to catch the chicken and then kill the chicken and then defeather the chicken. Finally she would skin the chicken and fry it up with all the trimmings.

In a funny sort of related story. My dad used to laugh about how easily My Granny Farley could kill a chicken. He said she would catch it and wring it's neck in a fraction of a second. On the other hand, his mother, my Granny Brennan would catch a chicken and he said she would stand and spin the chicken round and round just like a propeller. He said half the time she would get tired and the chicken would just wander off to get eaten another day. He said she never did get the knack of snapping that chicken's neck.

In this last picture my Granny Farley (left) Aunt Edna on the right. Granny was 14 years old.

Well, It Was a Productive Day....

....despite the fact that I am starting over after my latest A fib attack. As y'all know nothing revs me us like a good cause and I had one today. I mentioned in an earlier blog that there was a problem with the building bingo because they made a rule in the middle of the evening that no one was allowed to get any help.

We have residents here that are retarded and have alzheimer's and dementia and they NEED help. To take their money and not help them would not only be wrong but it would be criminal because the tenant council receives federal money. Since they receive this money they are required by law to assist anyone that needs it.

I attended my first tenant council meeting to point that out. I also made sure that I informed the building gossips that I was going to my first meeting ever just because of this. My ground work was successful. When the subject came up I spoke up. First I thanked the lady who normally helps these people for a wonderful job. She helps them to be nice. It is not required of her. Then I made the points that I made previously in this blog.

it was mostly unnecessary though because from my first sentence the woman who made that little rule was busy back pedaling the whole time. She tried to minimize what she had done and said that it was only done to make sure that everyone got help that needed it. You would have thought she was a professional politician by the way she was twisting what she had done.

I had people actually cheering my every word. I also informed them that if it continued to be a problem that I would appeal what they tried to do to whatever appeals process housing had. I also told them I had no problem writing to the editor of the local paper as well. I let them know I have had 3 articles published in the paper (I neglected to mention that they were fluff pieces)

Anyway the problem is solved I think. The woman who I thanked for taking care of the people actually thanked me for mentioning it. She and I don't speak so she was quite surprised to hear me do it but I believe in giving credit where it is due. A little bird also told me that she was upset because she thought I was going to complain that she continued to help one resident after the rule was made and not the other. But that was just a sideline problem. I was there to fry bigger fish and I did.

On the fun side, I was ready to take my nap when the local news said that Ringling Brother's was getting ready to do the elephant walk at 6pm. It was 5:30. I drove over to the train tracks that are less than a mile from my apartment. There they were! I had always wanted to see them walk from the train to the civic center and I did. There were about 7 elephants and 15 horses. Beautiful animals all.

I took video which I still have to learn to upload. I know I keep saying it but I have to have the mental capacity to do it and I just haven't been there lately. I get tired of reading directions 6 and 7 times and still not being able to remember what I need to do. But I'll get there.

Anyway, I was a good day. I'm worn out. I have my breathing tests in the morning.

So What Led to My A Fib This Time

I'm in A fib again.
Why.3.
1. I walked 4 laps 2 evenings ago
2. I told Eddie I never wanted to see him again Friday
3. I lost my job last week
4. Spring Cleaning (moving stuff that's too heavy for me AGAIN)

I never learn

my life is a country song right now.

Eddie is coming in the morning now.

I spoke with my ex yesterday. He wants to take me to the beach. I might let him. I would like to see the beach again. It's been a long, long time. Yes, I know it's a bad idea.

Think I'll call my doctor about some nerve meds. I don't do that very often. But I believe the stress is affecting me physically now.

Time for MORE REST AGAIN.....

Timothy Geithner is a Vulcan

I have photographic evidence...