THEN AND NOW

How does the United States justify censorship and historical site destruction when we condemned other countries for the same things?

NO LOOTING

If only legitimate protests did not include looting.  How does that honor the death of an innocent victim?

2120

Describe history's account of 2020 Coronavirus Pandemic

 100 years from now.

MASK IMPORTANCE

I wear a mask in public, not for me, but for YOU. I want you to know that I am educated enough to know that I could be asymptomatic and still give you the virus. No, I don’t “live in fear” of the virus, I just want to be a part of the solution, not the problem. I don’t feel like the “government is controlling me”, I feel like I’m being a contributing adult to society and I want to teach others the same. The world doesn’t revolve around me. It’s not all about me and my comfort. If we all could live with other people's consideration in mind, this whole world would be a much better place. Wearing a mask doesn’t make me weak, scared, stupid or even “controlled”, it makes me considerate. When you think about how you look, or how uncomfortable it is or what others think of you, just imagine someone close to you. A father, a mother, grandparent, Aunt or uncle choking on a respirator. Then ask yourself if you could have sucked it up a little for them. Please wear a mask in public.
*Copied and pasted!* ~ author unknown

TOO PROUD

It warms my heart to see all of you who continue to blog.  You have so much to share and you do it with great enthusiasm. You make me proud to know you and you make me hopeful that someday I will once again enter the interesting crowd of blog friends.  

May you all have wonderful holidays.  Greetings to each of you whatever occasion you observe. 

 xoxo Granny Annie

BEARS? OH NO!

Last night my dogs were barking like crazy.  My motion light came on and I let the dogs out.  Then Frankie and Slim really went crazy barking and growling.  Opening the door a crack I could see two huge forms outside the door and two small forms.  Bears have been spotted in our area and I thought sure there were two bears with cubs resting on my lawn.  Fearing for my dogs I got my gun and my flashlight and stepped out to face four PIGS!    A sow, a boar and two young piggies had claimed my territory.  The sow turned toward me and headed my direction making a horrible noise. 14 year old Slim stood her ground and got between me and the sow.  3 year old Frankie ran in the house and got behind me (great watchdog!).  I managed to coax my guardian Slim back inside the house and called the neighbors to come get their hogs. It was after midnight before the animals were herded back to their home.  

 

NOTHING WAS RIGHT

Yesterday I was returning from the Senior Citizens Center and saw a friend working in his garden.  "Wait"  I said to myself as I passed his home, "he should not be out in this heat on his hands and knees."  Thankfully I was compelled to turn around and go back.

"Are you okay?" I asked.  He was not okay.  He was struggling to get up.  I did all in my power to help him and it so reminded me of all the times my Ron would fall and refuse to call 911.  "Let me call for help" I begged my friend but he refused.  

I remembered seeing a fellow on his porch a few houses down so I walked there to ask for his assistance.  He joined me and together we managed to get my 90 year old friend up and back in his home.  He thanked both of us for our help and sent us away.  

My friend lives on a very busy street and cars went flying past without noticing this man in his yard.  They too probably thought he was working in his garden.  They probably did not know this man was frail. What if I had not decided to go back?  The sun was blazing hot and he could  have had a heat stroke. 

"NOT" STRANGER DANGER

Thursday afternoon my sister's 80 year old friend opened her door to a young man she knew.  This fellow had done work for her several years.  He ask for change for a $100 bill. He had a friend with him.  She was getting the change when he ask if they could borrow her car.  She said "no" and the young man grabbed her in a choke hold, demanding her car keys. Thankfully my sister's friend had a taser gun her son-in-law had given her.  It was in her pocket. She pointed it at the young men and when they saw the red dots appear on their clothing, they ran.


Next I will tell about my recent fall out of my attic:-(

TERROR STRIKES

Question Of The Week 05-13-19

Have you ever had a secret admirer

 aka stalker?

RED LOBSTER

Question Of The Week 05-06-19

Where do you like to go when you eat out?

SUNSHINE SHEETS

Question Of The Week 04-29-19

What odors awaken special loving 
memories for you? 

(Fresh baked bread, frying chicken, cigar or pipe aroma, sunshine sheets, newly mowed grass, etc. )

OLD POST

THE YOUNGEST GODFATHER Originally posted August, 2007 

One blogger told a story about some problems with neighborhood kids. Her story jarred my memory. This is another juvenile delinquent story.

We moved into a government subsidized housing project soon after my divorce in 1975 and our eyes were opened to a whole new world. The neighborhood bully was all of 5 years old. His name was Ray.

Ray was a dirty, tiny little guy with tough talk and facial expressions that would give cold chills to the most hardened criminals. I did not want my three and four-year-old son and daughter to play with Ray, but in this type of melting pot atmosphere there were hardly any choices. Keep your kids in the house all the times or let them out and hope you could keep them in your sight.

I did get up the nerve once to tell Ray he was not welcome on our sidewalk. Yea, right. He took another drag on his cigarette (I kid you not) and rode off on his bicycle laughing.

Soon after that my son's bicycle disappeared. I offered a small reward for the return of the bike and, believe it or not, Ray found the bike, returned it, collected the reward, and then my son's bike mysteriously disappeared again. Did you guess the same thing I did? I'll always be sure Ray took the bike both times. That was when I nicknamed Ray The Godfather.

My son's fifth birthday approached and I told him he could invite five friends. Our apartment was small and there would not be room for more. Word got out and 22 neighborhood children showed up for the party. They all brought gifts. Each had selected something of their own to give and were delighted to have the chance to attend a real birthday party. My mother was there and managed to organize the children, teach them games and divide a small cake in nice portions for each child.

I looked out the window and could see The Godfather circling the block on his bicycle. He knew we had a party going on. I stepped outside and invited him in. He took off at a rapid pace and said he wasn't a bit interested. The next time he came around the corner I stepped out with a small piece of cake and assured him there wasn't any harm in sharing a piece of my son's birthday cake. Ray took the cake and shoved it in his mouth. There were a couple of piece of hard candy on the plate and he shoved those in his pocket and rode off with icing smeared on his already dirty face.

That evening, after the party had ended and all the children had gone home, we had a knock at the door. I opened the door to Ray who was holding a nice, new little toy car. He brought this gift to my son for his birthday. It is doubtful The Godfather could have produced a sales receipt for this fine car, but I decided it was best not to inquire. We never had any problems with Ray after that day and my children were granted protection for the next three years until we moved. I will always wonder what happened to Ray. He either ended up in prison or he is CEO of some large corporation.

EASTER, APRIL 21, 2019

Click to enjoy the happiest video ever.  Thanks Judy for sending to me:-)

https://biggeekdad.com/2015/03/the-happiest-video-ever/

TAKE HER/HIM IN

Question Of The Week 04-15-19

Do you take in your teenage child's friend who claims

 horrible parental abuse?

WFW 04-10-19

WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY April 10, 2019

LEAVING AFTERNOON CAMP by Granny Annie

Sheila went to the hill-top hoping to gaze on a pride of lions resting below.

She had taken her dogs because she wasn't feeling all that brave.

She saw the adult male lion rolling in the tall grass as if he were a kitten. He heard

a twig snap under Sheila's foot and his sudden change of stance was very

decisive. This misstep had thrown a wrench in her plans of stealth.

Sheila began to shake as a bad feeling overtook her. She quickly was able

to scribble a note to attach to one of the dog's collars and gave it the

command to return to camp. Hopefully help would arrive to back her up.

The frightened woman held perfectly still and saw the huge king lion distracted by

a lovely flower and she thought of Ferdinand the bull who would rather smell

flowers than attack anyone. She moved away slowly and got back before

members of their party would be alarmed and try to come to her aid.

I AM GREAT

I am a great-grandmother. Our oldest grandson Joey, ( Ron's oldest grandson) is a new daddy. Oh how I wish Ron could see this beautiful great-grandson. Well, I'm betting he can:) Congratulations Joey and Melissa.  Cannot wait for more details.

Joey and Jax

Great Grandson Jaxson Wyatt

DO YOU DON'T YOU

Question Of The Week 04-08-19

Do you plan your meals? Daily? Weekly? At all?

LOTS TO READ

messymimi's meanderings gives us a multitude of things to read on her blog every day.  Favorites of mine are the unknown holidays that she lists for the day.  Did you know today is Bell Bottoms Day?  This brought up the memory of why those pants left my wardrobe. 

The incident: My "then" husband dashed through an intersection with me riding on the back of our motorcycle. The sudden jerk (by the jerk) caused me to lose my balance.  My bell bottom trousers got caught in the foot peg.  I was hurled into the road but the bike peg held me and I was dragged for several feet. Many witnesses rushed to my side to make sure I was okay while my "then" husband was busy checking on the bike.

Ah sweet mysteries of life.  LOL

 

 

THE CANDY MAN CAN

Our courtship was perfect.  Filled with flowers, jewelry, cards, and candy. 

Always chocolate candy.  As the years went by, the other gifts may have fallen 

by the wayside but never the candy because we both had a passion for chocolate. 

It was the gift we could give each other on any occasion and know it would be hit. 

It troubled us so to have such chocolate addiction that Ron suggested we should 

try some herbal product that would curb our appetite for chocolate.  My response

was, “Then why go on living?”  We agreed and continued topping all our celebrations

with special chocolate goodness.

I sure miss my Candy Man:-( 

THE SINGLE OLD LADY

Life is good for this single old lady. My two girl pals, Slim and Frankie keep me moving opening and closing the doors to let them in and out.

My most recent excitement came from the 2019 Iditarod. Ron loved this annual race so much. Now it has become a favorite of mine. It is easy to understand his attraction to the 1,000 mile dog sled run.

What would a SOL (Single Old Lady) do without the internet? What would a SOL do without TV? The only reason for me to go out of the house is to take the trash container out to the road on Tuesday evening and bring it back in on Wednesday morning. The cats need food and the guinea fowl need their corn. Once those duties are performed, it is back inside.

Walmart grocery pickup has become a delight.  Orders made from my easy chair at home and then a quick run to town to have it loaded in my truck and then it's back home.

Now it is time to decide what is next. Maybe I will go to the Senior Center for a lunch of meatloaf and mashed potatoes or stay home and eat soup.