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One by one, he's keeping them. China, jobs, economy, Korea, etc. Now he says he'll do something reasonable on guns in the wrong hands. Watch him. But his latest act is to begin reinforcing a law that has been part of immigration policy for decades, until partially reversed in 1999, mostly by dems. And by a few wussified others, so affraid of illogically being called racist. Now immigrants must not be on the dole too long, or it's back to the hell holes from whence they came. Just hope he would also reinstitute the effective Sponsor system. Our great President Trump. MARA. Make America reasonable again. Just watch the country hating---vote pandering moonbats piss and moan about it, and begin law suits. All go to the SCOTUS. Imagine that. Hardy har har har.

She's perfect, on so many levels. And still pretty, in our age group. We separated over parenting prerogatives, but have become best of friends. Doing some car work for her today, and she watches Bravo while I travel. Other examples of mutual help. But we still struggle with pushing each other's buttons. While taking her to work today, so I could use her car for the maintenance, she forgot her computer at her home. On the way to the auto parts store, she called me, in a minor panic, asking for me to go to her place to get it for her. In her describing where in the house it was, I asked a few times exactly where, just to be sure. Several machines laying about---Goddess forbid bringing in the wrong one. I know her work is stressful, and perhaps this prompted the bark on the third asking. In the past, this might (certainly would) have had me return fire, saturating and for effect, but I didn't, struggling with the impulse to do so. This week, I tried to invite her and the girls to watch a concert by an itinerant lady Classical guitar duo from the PRC. Exam time precluded the girls' coming, but Mom texted her interest in just we two going. I declined, lame excuse beaming. So there. A shot at both feet?

I have always been a kidder. Especially with my precious Mom. She never got the punch line in a joke and she never understood the kidding or crazy silly things I would do and say to her. I loved to croon Spanish songs when she answered the phone.

One time I called her because I hadn't heard her voice in awhile so when she answered I started singing to her. She hung up on me and when I called her back I was still laughing and I had to quickly say, "Mom, it's me, Eddie".

Needless to say that became a classic story that we still enjoy to laugh over at family get togethers. And, of course, the silliness gets crazier as the story evolves from year to year and from gathering to gathering. BUT NOW! That we have all gotten old my 90 years old twin sisters get the story wrong and we still have fun with it with all kinds of imagined add-ons!

Today I called one of the 90 year old twins that lives in Colorado. I wanted to thank her for the timely $$$ gift! When she answered I put on my best "professional" sounding voice and she promptly hung up on me. I quickly called her back and said, "It's me, Ed"!!

We both busted a gut and the "old" Mom story came out again. After much laughing and silly comments we said our goodbyes. I called my sister Merc in Pasadena, CA and told her the story. Once more the Mom story of her hanging up on me came up.

Yes, mi gente, the family had a crazy mirthful afternoon. I just wished all of you could have been here to enjoy it too!!

I got an early Mother's Day surprise from my son and his family as they came up this weekend to see me and the folks. I took us all out to breakfast before going to see Dad in rehab.

The family of four sitting at the table next to us was a Mom, Dad and 2 beasties all four of them with their noses in their phones. I set my phone in the middle of the table and told my gang to do the same. I said whoever touches their phone first gets the bill. At the end of the meal I reached for my phone (I knew I was paying) so my son points and says you get the bill Mom. I just smiled. We all talked to each other throughout the whole meal. Anyone sitting at the table my son sits always gets to belly laugh because he has the family comic genes. He is simply hilarious and his son fits right in.

It is pretty cool to see how much my grandson grows between visits. At the age of ten kids just have growing spurts and I get to notice it so much more now that I rarely see him compared to before I moved to Tampa.

It seems no matter where I'm at or where I look someone has their nose buried in their phone.

If you are blessed with kids, don't scrimp on the movies, photos, journaling and family trips. Time flies much too fast, and without such tools, memories can fade.

Mom & Dad had their 64th anniversary yesterday. Baby sister talked the care center into letting Mom and her offsprings to come see him through the glass. Lots of signs were made saying things like WE LOVE YOU, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, PLEASE EAT, et al.

There was double doors, we could go through one door into a little cubicle about 4X8 which we crowded into with are faces pressed up on the glass doors into the care center where they wheeled my Dad to on the other side. Every single one inside and out had masks on. The most fun was watching Mom say and use her hands to show Dad over and over how much she loved him. At one point we had a countdown and all screamed at once I LOVE YOU to Daddy.

I kind of felt we gave him a flash mob of love. For my MOM it was a joyous joyous day in the midst of this crazy virus. We know the care center has covid cases so we all are quaranteening ourselves for awhile, keeping fingers crossed to.

I'm not an apple gal hence Bella the tiny Chi has Not been given any either. Mom gave me a couple of apples saying she fried hers which I've never done. I peeled, chopped, cut a few raw pieces into Bella's food and hollered at her about 15 times to eat. I'm not sure what her problem is but she is not the least bit fond of eating which caused me to yell in a stern voice "EAT" repeatedly daily every time I feed her. Each time she smells each piece then starts to walk away - "EAT" she turns rinses and repeats to walk away. On the 15th yell she succumbs and cleans her dish.

I fried the apples according to Mom's recipe, fixed mine and the Chi's dishes, sat dows together to eat and Bella cleaned her plate before me. Say what??? She then ate two more bowls. I thought they were good but the only time I would ever fry them again is if someone gave me apples and that doesn't happen often nor buy them.

What will be interesting is if I do buy apples to cook for that damn 3 pound life of another species that I've fallen so in love with the last 12 years. No wonder one of my exes used to say if he ever gets to come back it would be one of my little dogs. I keep asking Bella if she is Ben but I get no recogniction yet if it is possible then he got to be a lucky son of a b*tch.

Moonbaton is a progressive suburb of Boston, often called a little piece of Californicate back East. The Smith's darling and talented twin girls (two X chromosomes, female breast buds, ovaries, womb and all), are increasingly stressed out. Seems as though one, captain of her girls' Grecoroman wrestling team, was pinned in ten seconds by a much stronger opponent, biologically a male, but now trans. The school board and town council, Fake Indian voters all, approved the whole deal, and this same "it" student has exposed itself, repeatedly, to both young ladies, in the now "all gender", former girls', room. More normal citizen action to town officials falls on covered ears. The Police chief, a tiny negro gay lady, was recently Peter Priciple promoted, and now does only desk work, after having her arse-and side arm- both handed to her, by a male perp she was trying to cuff, after he allegedly robbed an elderly lady of her pocket book. He was also prototrans and homeless, and needle drugging and peeing/pooping on the formerly tidy streets of idyllic little Moonbaton, Mass. But well protected in this sanctuary town, based on his illegal criminal entry here from sunny El Salvador. There's a sign over the entrance to the town hall, boldly proclaiming, "IT'S YOUR GIRLS, MRS. SMITH". Stay tuned, folks, it's all coming to your town soon. Vote Bernie, Biden or Warren. Trump is a monster.