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Seems everything in life has trade offs so one just has to take the bad with the good. Luckily I've been told many times throughout life that I can find good in any bad situation. I like that compliment.

I know how lucky I am to still have both parents, especially for putting up with all the challenges us kids put them through. I'm also learning that trying to help them in their aged years is an honor and a chore.

Minor example; I love to cook, however I'm finding it is difficult to cook fairly bland and to make enough so there isn't any leftovers as they don't do leftovers. They have always had them but all us kids would go by and grab those leftovers throught the years, we loved them. I don't want left overs of bland food so I'm trying to cook differently than I'm used too. Challenge and figuring out what to fix is another challenge.

Today I'm going to make mango/strawberry smoothies for their lunch because having mango and strawberries in the freezer. I need to work on the foods from two households as Mom must have been grocery shopping before the accident and both our households were full. So have to plan meals around what is going to go bad first. Challenge.

Seeing Mom getting better, she now has the strength to walk on her own, just slowly. Blessing. Bone doctor put her shoulder in a different sling and gave her some therapy exercises as it is now frozen. Pain & Agony.

Repair man is on his way to fix heat/ac unit. Life is good. I love my home and being in it, near to the folks. I spent much of my life on the other side of the country, was a little home sick but truth be known I hate this state EXCEPT in winter when I love it.

Love Hate relationships? I love/hate my state and I love/hate technology but I LOVE LOVE my dog.

...Sure, the blood testing, and ruling out of the underaged, or of close cousins, (except in places like US Appalachia), make some sense. But we license just about every other nanny state confiscatory taxation generating activity, except parenthood. Want to cut hair or trim cuticles? You'll need the paperwork, ma'am. Severe measures to ensure compliance, with state rules on entrance to the role of parenthood, including mandatory surgical sterilization, welfare amount adjustments, tax policies, fines/prison time, etc. Biomarker controls. Assessments of requisite parental groundedness and financial abilities, and perhaps more, needed for the tickets. Mein Fuehrer, wir muessen es doch vermeiden, dass unsere Untermenschen ihre eigene Kinder haben duerfen. Who said that?

Am thinking these past days...just that, I could not think what must be the BEST GIFT for a son, who worked hard in school, to compensate the hardship of his Mom.
My son will graduate in senior high, and got high honours. Passed the scholarship exam, which means, deminished burdens of tution fees, and will receive financial support from department of higher education for his allowances. Happiest , proud mom and GRATEFUL. A gift is never asked, so I could not asked him, as it's supposedly a surprise..
But if I would ask...he might say...I want my Dad...lol..

Nice MC trip to Liberal Massachusetts to chat with mom's health care staff. Hospice nurses were great. With home hospice care, and all our help, she can avoid her last dread---passing in the hospital or other sterile place. Home now and still alert. Surrounded by things she loves and family. No heroic hospital resussitive torture. Palliative care only. Grateful.

A while back, my old washing machine died. I decided to replace it with an HE (High Efficiency) washing machine. These washers require less soap and less water. I went along with the idea that this new machine would do a better wash and cost less.
For sure we use less detergent, but It takes longer to complete a wash cycle.
I have no way to verify if the water consumption or electrical usage is any different.

Normal settings are used with a 2nd rinse.

Not long after it became clear how significant the difference of using less water really is...
Friction on the clothes.

The photo shows how abrasive my HE washer is to jeans.
Be a frayed (afraid) very a frayed of this.



Those 'were' my favorite jeans...


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2 won ...1.8 billion plus..
I never tried to play lotto as I just believe, my luck is from my own sweats..but today, a colleague of mine called a family to play for me..
My Dad and my husband came to my dream last night , which they never appeared since they left. My husband still looked super dooper handsome, huggable,kissable, and my dad as well.
That was weird, but I felt so secured with these two men I loved so much.
My dad was telling me, you have been tested, I have that letter "L" for you.
I felt at peace, secure,and unbelievable feeling of knowing, don't worry about...and..and..and..and.
The right time is coming.
The two of them looked at me, and my dad told me, "you are a strong woman,despite the hardships and sufferings ,you could still smile and tell the world you're OK." I am so proud of you .
Then my husband spoke,with his loving eyes and awesome smile...said "It's time for you to move on"
I was waiting for the "L" all about, just when my alarm clock rang .
I woke up and it was clear as the still water in the ocean.
Wow! Am I going to die today? Did GOD did not grant me that 60 years of life I've been wishing?
"It's time for me to move on?"
I just noticed tears coming out from my eyes. I missed these two men I loved most in my life .
Anyhow , am pondering what L word was all about ..
I shared to my colleague about my dream at work today. Asking what L all about???one said Love..other said LOTTO. So she made the combination of numbers from the b days of these two men, when they died their age etc..and called her family back home to play those numbers for me.
So far 3 numbers came out..40 the age of my husband when he died, 1 his birthday month January, and 45, I did not know how she came out with those numbers.
Anyway , Lotto is not what letter L means ..
I tried to figure out those I get connected with, that the name starts with letter L.
He must be the love of my life???
Any clues about Letter L???kindly drop a comment please..

Many times I've written about how my body like to wake up oh it can be anywhere after midnight and it doesn't matter if I fall asleep early or late. The sleeping hours were more of a challenge when I used to have to drive to an office but being semi retired not so much.

Although I'm getting quite used to this new life style I don't often blog about the many things that just pickle me tink first thing in the morning while the rest of the world on this side of the planet snores but trust me, sometimes I feel so damn happy over something little I just want to shout it out. Not many people like a morning person so I refrain, my brother especially get annoyed if I wake him when excited. In his mind I'm like one of my tiny dogs all excited running around stuck in third gear all dressup with no where to go.

So this morning's trigger was on FB. One of my co-worker who I only got to work a few months with stole my heart with his story of adopting two siblings from our state, Florida's child welfare division. He started the process long before I met him. His wife works with disabled children and for whatever reason they wanted to adopt and were most likely going to adopt a child with challenges. When we worked side by side I knew he put in for a kid or two but for whatever reasons the adoptions did not go through.

Finally (after I moved away from the job) two small siblings became available with a horrible past from a drug infested Mom's life style. After the trial runs he got that little boy and girl. The state put him through hell to qualify but he has to pay nothing for this adoption nor will he have to pay their medical and the kids get a state college free education if they want, those are HUGE perks.

Back to my happy trigger this morning. It's dark, I've done my chores, got a cup of Fall's pumpkin spice coffee and looked at Facebook. Came across Josh's pictures which I hadn't seen in forever and went to his page to see tons of pictures of two children that came to him shy, afraiid with faces of no expression to sooo many faces of giant Chesshire Grins in either family outings, fishing, picnics and so much more along with a thankful tribute from the Mom about how happy their lives have changed. I swear the little boy is starting to look like his adopted father. The father's grin is so big that is all you see when you look at his face, one big grin.,

It just made me so happy I had to come blog it out of my system before I do my pole dance.

All day yesterday I kept thinking if we can make it one more week without any tragedy, we can make it through this holiday. Last night my bro calls to say Aunt Carire passed at her kitchen table, she put her head down and without any prior heart trouble she succumbed to a massive heart attack. What a great way to go if one were to get to pick. She is my last Aunt, her husband which is Dad's brother was expected to go first since he is in the final stages of cancer, wasn't meant to be. He will probably follow shortly though. I feel so bad for Daddy.

I've watched both my folks watch each of their sibling pass. I myself have never lost a sibling (to death) but I imagine it is excrutiating, at least it will be if I ever have to go through it. Selfishly I hope I'm the first to go.

/sigh - It's this life drama one cannot avoid but my family will all come together to plow through it. This is why I'm so happy I rarely have to deal with trivial drama caused by people with the inability to find inner peace and need chaos. Not for me.

In my million dreams, I never dreamt to be in this place. I had to be confined in a place where, nothing could quenched my thirst.
Yeah, I was so thirsty that I could not be relieved with any beverage. All I needed was alcoholic drinks.
I was a hard drinkers for two years, anytime of the day, I got drunk looked for a fight.
I could still remember at about 8:00 am of July 12, 2005, I was lying on our couch with my youngest son, when my cellphone was beeping , messages notification. I did not mind as I was sleepy from a night work, and thought it was not that important, otherwise it was a call. Then it rang, I picked it. It was a police calling on the other line, telling me my husband got accident and they brought him to a nearest hospital. When he mentioned the hospital, thought my husband was not that serious as it is, a small hospital with no facilities, good only for first aid. But hurriedly i went. I dropped by at my office to take some medicines with the thought my husband would need it, and my sister was so hysterical , as she also received a phone call from the police station. I supposed drove a van but she said it would be safe to have a PUV as I had no sleep yet. While we were riding in a bus I was praying the Lord's Prayer. And the phrase, THY KINGDOM COME THY WILL BE DONE was so emphasizing. When we reached the said hospital, there were lots of people there, including my husband's relatives and our friends. I saw a man sitting near the entrance of the hospital, he was with my husband riding in that motorcycle. I asked what happened. He just stared at me. One of our closest friend, told me.."Gie be strong, look at the sky and ask Him for strenght." I replied , what are you talking about?, I don't like your joke"". I went directed to the Emergency Room, with the thought my husband would still be there. But a nurse stopped me. I was almost mad, when the doctor came out,, and told me, "Mrs. be strong, I am sorry, but he is gone". I felt I was so writhe . The place of accident was deserted and none came to help. The driver who side swiped run, did not helped them.
It was the hardest time of my life. Thought it was the end of the world for me. How unfair the world was. The next month was supposed he scheduled to return to work as a sailor and supposed it was his last contract , and will no longer work overseas, as we talked that things was quite difficult for me managing a 3 chained business, so we supposed concentrate on our business and be together, and thought of having time for each other.
Since then, I turned to alcohol, which I never tasted since I was small. I wanted to feel strong with alcohol. I let my husband's remain in our house for 3 months, which most people, thought, I was out of my mind. But the fact that, I could not accept that he is gone. He might caused a lot of stressed in me as a good looking man attractive to women, a chain smoker, and hanged out with neighbors with drinking sessions. But he was responsible husband , never forgot to tell me am beautiful, never forgot to have that compliment everyday....he cooked for me whenever he's home and the love he had for me as his wife and his children and a lot more...
Since then, i became, a person that would easily bite. I decided to be away for a while, took a break. I left my business with my sister, as I was worst, I could not understand the mistakes of my employees.
I went away, got associated with people, enjoyed what they did . Like gambling and night life....that happened in two years. Just to realized I got but little cash in bank, my cheque started to bounced back. Bottom line...I went stray...totally lost.
My two feet brought me in a BIG Jail ..
The first year, I could not be here. This is a real Jail for me,no alcohol, no beer houses, no gambling , cockfighting...
But turning around, looking at people around me, thought,if they were able to stay..I could do as well. 11 years of being here is an accomplishment .

Death of infants seem to be on the rise here in Belize, the USA and other places.

The dads are physically beating two months old, eight months old babies to death by multiple cranial fractures etc. ??

Parents are you crazy ?
What can a newly born defenseless baby do to you so bad ?

Why go and copulate in the first place ? They did not ask you to bring them into existence.

Government what will you do to these wicked parents who are of well sound mind but just have the Hollywood pretense and find multiple silly reasons to do these sad things to these babies.

Drug addict parents give the child to a family member of sound mind or to the government rather that harming the child on your cocaine high.

It's so sad and I feel it for these children.


All countries should give lethal injection or electrocution to all parents who willfully kill their children.

KILL AND BE KILLED !!