Monday, October 28, 2013

Goodbye to the old, hello to the new

I have a friend that has chosen to close down her old life in the wedding industry and open a new door.  She and I both have a passion for writing and I've been so encouraged by friends to pursue what I've always just considered my pressure valve for letting off steam:  writing.

I am working on a book, nearly done, and already I have three or four other things in the hopper to work on.  I really don't want to go back to doing the same thing I've been doing for 12 years in the wedding industry.  It's exhausting and takes time away from my family.  I cannot begin to count the hours I've lost with my family because there was always work to be done.  I came home from church yesterday and remarked to my husband about how nice it was to be able to take my time cleaning up and getting a few things done so I could sit down and work on the book.  For years it's been, "Hurry home, throw something together to eat, and then sit for 12 hours working on envelopes."  While it's been a good way to stay home and be with my family, it's taken a toll and now I'm ready to turn over a new leaf.  I will never completely leave it behind, but the work I've done on the Quaker Marriage Certificates has been so rewarding.  I will focus on those and keep a foot in the door.

But writing!  I so enjoy weaving things together to share a story.  To touch someone's life, to speak encouragement, to educate someone--what an incredible gift that is, both to the reader and the writer.  Computers have completely revolutionized it so I can literally write a book and publish it from my laptop.  I wonder how many people over the years had really worthwhile things to say yet their subject wasn't considered relevant by a few that sat in an office high up in New York.  We can now take our words to any number of websites and in a matter of days have those words reach millions.  Amazing.

So, my "office" will now be this laptop and I can write wherever I want on whatever I want and know I at least have a fighting chance of those words reaching people.

My teens were some fun years, working hard, planning for the future.  My twenties were hard, although I became a mother for the first time and I'd have to say that was one of the best things ever to happen to me, becoming a mother, heartache and happiness, every bit of it.  My thirties were difficult, but I found the love of my life and gave birth to another precious child.  My forties have been challenging but oh! the wisdom I've gained!  I wouldn't trade my wisdom for anything.  I have one and a half years left of my forties and I'm looking forward to seeing how I can wrap up this decade. 

But my fifties--now, that will be a sight to behold.  With each new decade new opportunities have come along and I do believe this one, should the Lord tarry, will be one of my best so far and on this keyboard I pray I can capture it all. 

Join me for this new adventure!

Sunday, October 13, 2013

A black writer summarizes Obama

I make no secret of my absolute disdain and disgust for the current squatter of the White House but this is PERFECTION.  Read on....

A Black Reporter Summarizes Barack The below summarization of Barack and Michelle Obama’s 5 year reign in the White House is by far the best I’ve ever read as it squarely hits the nail on the head. And it took a black reporter writing it to make it as effective as it is. A white man’s account would be instantly criticized by the liberal media as pure racism. But, how can anyone scream Racist when an exacting description of the Obamas is penned by a well known journalist of color? BEST SUMMATION OF BARACK AND MICHELLE EVER! Mychal Massie is a respected writer and talk show host in Los Angeles. The other evening on my twitter, a person asked me why I didn't like the Obama's? Specifically I was asked: "I have to ask, why do you hate the Obama's? It seems personal, not policy related. You even dissed (disrespect) their Christmas family picture." The truth is I do not like the Obamas, what they represent, their ideology, and I certainly do not like his policies and legislation. I've made no secret of my contempt for the Obamas. As I responded to the person who asked me the aforementioned question, I don't like them because they are committed to the fundamental change of my/our country into what can only be regarded as a Communist state. I don't hate them per definition, but I condemn them because they are the worst kind of racialists, they are elitist Leninists with contempt for traditional America. They display disrespect for the sanctity of the office he holds, and for those who are willing to admit same, Michelle Obama's raw contempt for white America is transpicuous. I don't like them because they comport themselves as emperor and empress. I expect, no I demand respect, for the Office of President and a love of our country and her citizenry from the leader entrusted with the governance of same. President and Mrs. Reagan displayed an unparalleled love for the country and her people. The Reagan's made Americans feel good about themselves and about what we could accomplish. Obama's arrogance by appointing 32 leftist czars and constantly bypassing congress is impeachable. Eric Holder is probably the MOST incompetent and arrogant DOJ head to ever hold the job. Could you envision President Reagan instructing his Justice Department to act like jack-booted thugs? Presidents are politicians and all politicians are known and pretty much expected to manipulate the truth, if not outright lie, but even using that low standard, the Obama's have taken lies, dishonesty, deceit, mendacity, subterfuge and obfuscation to new depths. They are verbally abusive to the citizenry, and they display an animus for civility. I do not like them, because they both display bigotry overtly, as in the case of Harvard Professor Louis Gates, when he accused the Cambridge Police of acting stupidly, and her code speak pursuant to not being able to be proud of America. I view that statement and that mindset as an insult to those who died to provide a country where a Kenyan, his illegal alien relatives, and his alleged progeny, could come and not only live freely, but rise to the highest, most powerful, position in the world. Michelle Obama is free to hate and disparage whites because Americans of every description paid with their blood to ensure her right to do same. I have a saying, that "the only reason a person hides things, is because they have something to hide." No president in history has spent millions of dollars to keep his records and his past sealed. And what the two of them have shared has been proved to be lies. He lied about when and how they met, he lied about his mother's death and problems with insurance, Michelle lied to a crowd pursuant to nearly $500,000 bank stocks they inherited from his family. He has lied about his father's military service, about the civil rights movement, ad nausea. He lied to the world about the Supreme Court in a State of the Union address. He berated and publicly insulted a sitting Congressman. He has surrounded himself with the most rabidly, radical, socialist academicians today. He opposed rulings that protected women and children that even Planned Parenthood did not seek to support. He is openly hostile to business and aggressively hostile to Israel. His wife treats being the First Lady as her personal American Express Black Card (arguably the most prestigious credit card in the world). I condemn them because, as people are suffering, losing their homes, their jobs, their retirements, he and his family are arrogantly showing off their life of entitlement - as he goes about creating and fomenting class warfare. I don't like them, and I neither apologize nor retreat from my public condemnation of them and of his policies. We should condemn them for the disrespect they show our people, for his willful and unconstitutional actions pursuant to obeying the Constitutional parameters he is bound by, and his willful disregard for Congressional authority. Dislike for them has nothing to do with the color of their skin; it has everything to do with their behavior, attitudes, and policies. And I have open scorn for their constantly playing the race card. I could go on, but let me conclude with this. I condemn in the strongest possible terms the media for refusing to investigate them, as they did President Bush and President Clinton, and for refusing to label them for what they truly are. There is no scenario known to man, whereby a white president and his wife could ignore laws, flaunt their position, and lord over the people, as these two are permitted out of fear for their color. As I wrote in a syndicated column titled, "Nero In The White House" - "Never in my life, inside or outside of politics, have I witnessed such dishonesty in a political leader. He is the most mendacious political figure I have ever witnessed. Even by the low standards of his presidential predecessors, his narcissistic, contumacious arrogance is unequalled. Using Obama as the bar, Nero would have to be elevated to sainthood... Many in America wanted to be proud when the first person of color was elected president, but instead, they have been witness to a congenital liar, a woman who has been ashamed of America her entire life, failed policies, intimidation, and a commonality hitherto not witnessed in political leaders. He and his wife view their life at our expense as an entitlement - while America's people go homeless, hungry and unemployed."

Friday, October 4, 2013

The after-bath

You would think that once a cat's bath is over, it's done, gone, buried, never to be brought up again. Not with Gus, apparently. My once normally loving biscuit maker who loved nothing more than snuggling up to me last night wouldn't come out from behind the couch, despite copious coaching and begging on my part.

This morning, he climbs up on the bed, flounces past me, steps on my pillow to jump into the window sill for his morning gaze at the world. I awoke looking straight up into his ass hanging over my end of the headboard. "Yeah, look at THAT, human. That's how I roll when you violate ME."

All day long, he's skirted past me as quickly as possible. I've not had any kitty whoring on the floor--not once has he dropped to his back to show me his tummy and beg for rubs and loves. I'm persona non grata. When he gets upset or wants to prove a point to me, Gus will crawl into the litter box and not just move stuff around. No. He SHOVELS it out the door to where our laundry room floor looks like a giant sand dune. I awoke to about a bucket full of dry cat litter on the floor. I could just see him unloading over night.

"She dumped me in the (swish!) tub, and she (swish!) got me soaking wet, and (swish!) she soaped me up, and (swish!) she tried to love on me while pouring water over me.....and (swish!)" as the litter went flying.

As I'm sweeping up the mess he was sitting in the dining room observing me with a look. "Take THAT if you think you'll ever bathe me again," as he turned with a flounce and headed back down the hall to hide under the bed.

Sweep it up, dump it back in, mop the floor. Little turd.

Today he crawled up into Mike's arms and I SWEAR he looked back over his shoulder at me with a look that said, "That's right. I USED to love YOU. Now I love HIM. Suck on THAT, human. This human won't do to me what you did to me."

"Gus, of course he won't, you walking slipper, he CAN'T get down on the floor to give you a bath. But I can. Oh, I can and I WILL. And the next time? I have a surprise for you. Meet my little friend. I call him SHOWER MASSAGE."

Gus got a bath

September 19, 2013

In my life I've had about 15 or 16 cats. I've never had a cat that liked getting a bath and have been fileted, shredded, chewed up, spit out, ripped to bits, and basically destroy giving them baths. Petco charges $40 to bathe a cat and that's way too much for me, so today I bravely decided I would bathe Gus, our big orange male. He's a big lover.....as long as you let him do everything your way. He can be an asshat when he's done something wrong and you discipline him. He's also very, very smart. He has adopted Mike as his own human and he's forced himself into Mike's heart and Mike's had no choice but to accept his new buddy.

But Gus stunk. Bad.

Today was the day. I changed my will, kissed my loved ones goodbye, filled the tub with about 3 inches of water and animal soap, got the bubbles going, put on my gloves and went to get Gus. Water was warm and the bathroom was quiet, I was thinking that if worst came to worst......Gus would just die. Kidding. I'd just crawl into the tub and sit on him. Until he died.

I closed all the doors and rounded him up. Took him in the bathroom, shut the door, he saw the tub and kind of started to squirm and I hugged him, then lowered him into the tub, expecting to play soccer goalie, catch the kitty, throw the kitty back into the tub, catch the kitty, throw the kitty......

The strangest thing: His feet hit the water and he sank down into the tub gently and lowered himself into the water to get wet, then sat up on his haunches, straight back, and allowed me to wash him. Every inch got lathered up up and rubbed down. Turned him this way--no hassle. Turned him around that way--no squirming. No growling, no hissing, no biting, scratching, latching on. And then he really blew me away.

I turned on the water, expecting him to bolt and get stupid, and as I began pouring water over him, he began PURRING. I have NEVER experienced a cat bath like this. Whoever had him before us washed him often because what I was expecting would be a fight ended up being a treat for him. The running water didn't freak him out, he let me rinse him thoroughly, and kept purring until I turned off the water and took him out of the tub.

I dried him off, thanked him for being a good boy. He turned around, glared at me and hissed. He HISSED at me. After all that. Turd.