Mothers

Today .the 11th of MAY, 2023 . after Mothers Day last year .

2022, which fell on the 8th, a Sunday….

My Mothers back was broken. so this is not perfect, but I like the

feeling it portraits as a Mother and Daughters LOVE…

So this coming Sunday, Mothers Day 2023, This Daughter is

Blessed to have her (now) 95 Year old Mother.

Blessing to all the Mothers

This is creation from one of the #AI applications Nightcafe Studios

More Information about this with the link above and here

My Art Corner

This is the picture that I used to REFERENCE… the Memory of 2022

Mothers Day, May 8th, 2022

The Heart

Heart Loves.  Heart Hurts.
Heart Shares. Heart Shines.
Heart Shatters. Heart Mends.

Part of my Heart

Created with #AI @NightCafe

It’s UP and Running

Hopefully … after a long trial and error, I might get it yet.

My Art Corner

Hope you’ll help me out and see if you like it!

Thanks!

Welcome June 2023

Being Thankful

This day, 5.31.2017. (6) Six Years Ago, I was in surgery for lung cancer. And all was removed. Including the lower right lobe ….

I’m grateful & thankful for the surgeon who took the time to test every little bit before saying it was all gone according to the spot test at the time.

NO chemo was needed.

NO radiation was needed.

I’ve stayed ‘Cancer Free’ for the 5 years since….

Today is just another. Very Grateful Day. Marking another year. ❤️🌹❤️ …. Just wanted to share….

DAY OF JOY


Marriage is a time of joy
For pretty girls and handsome boys.
The Groom is dressed in tailored black,
For everyone to pat his back.
The Bride is dressed in white lace,
For all to see her glowing face.


The Wedding’s now over.
The guests have gone.
But remember,
When things get rough
And the going bad,
Remember the day
When no one was sad.
The day you and your mate
Joined hearts as one.


So live each day with
Honor and love.


Today is here,
Yesterday gone,
Tomorrow your goal;
So keep holding on.


Make each day as long as it will,
And end each day with a
Beautiful Song!




	

Hand-Painted Glass

Did you know that not so long ago, I painted glass!?

Had to stop for awhile and still have some pieces in storage but most

that I Painted, were sold at Art Shows and by simply sharing my ‘art’

Until I get this part started again, hopefully during the summer here’s a few (and not the best clarity in focus …. but hopefully) they will let you see and hopefully have an interest in a comeback of my

Hand-Painted – Signed Art Glass! – ((Kolours))

Did You KNOW ?

I’ve finally created the site for my creative, fractal, digital… ART!

My Art Corner

I’d be delighted to have you come for a visit and of course offer any suggestions for improvement! I look forward to sharing what I create in my ‘spare time’!

TIRED

REAL TIRED trying to get this WORDPRESS site for my ART going. Every time I think I’ve got it RIGHT, NOT! … The themes are not meant for ‘artists … only photographers and their photos. Well, I don’t have time to do photographs all the time .. but I do make time to fiddle with creative applications that bring me relaxation and joy…. and all I wanted to do was share some of me, and have something to hold on to! But that really seems impossible!

IFANYONE reads this and would like to suggest, I’m all ears. I’m sure that SUPPORT with WP is tired of seeing and trying to help me ..but that’s what they do .. and lag with my time schedule. Oh WELL! …I’m so frustrated. I’d love to scream, and scream, and scream, at the top of my lungs and then cry, cry, cry…. but people would think that I was loosing my mind and mad. NO, I just really need an outlet, without my mom who is 95, and in failing health to see me upset. BUT it scares the HELL out of me. So I’m Upset. I’m Frustrated. So, thanks for letting me vent .. and one day when things get ironed out: I’ll stop in and see what all of you have to say.

Until anther day… On this is now Sunday isn’t it?

Thanks for the venting!

For Daddy

Today . the 26th of April . my daddy would be 98 years old. But we remember instead with thoughts, love and laughter.

This POEM, is such a true representation of a small part of who he was and how we loved him. Mother and I miss him everyday.

DADDYS PLAYGROUND


An old green colored shed tops a makeshift work area
That once was a housing unit for my brothers’ cage of birds
Snakes and such.
Now it is filled with various sized bolts;
Some of which even the same size maybe totally different
For the need…
The aged fingers reach for yet another.
The area is covered with wheels, handles and motors.
The smell of gas and oil is sometimes nauseating.
But from sun-up to sun-down…with a few short breaks in-between
We can always find
Daddy
Tinkering with lawnmowers…edger’s
Sharpening blades
Unclogging fuel lines
Replacing wheels
All of which have yet a few good blades to cut
The fingers work tediously long hours
While sitting on a stool –
Comprised of an old bucket with a board on top
Finished product…
A labor of love and frustration thrown in
Here and there
They’re wheeled out to the road, curb side
With a sign – for sale –
And the waiting begins.
But the ages fingers reach for yet another to conquer
With his loyal companion at his feet,
His dog sable
Daddy begins the task that will yet continue
To fulfill his hours under the old green colored
Shed searching fingers reaching to find the
Right tools and bolts to
Sharpen blades
Unclog fuel lines
Replace wheels
Sitting on the short stool …. The bucket and board.
Until the setting sun brings a dinner call from Mother
We know where we can find daddy
In his playground
With wheels and blades of steel.

This represents, Daddy, Mother and myself… the three of us. When daddy left. We miss Daddy Everyday.

Perhaps

Well, maybe, just maybe…I MIGHT have gotten the art site up.

If you’re able … take a peek and let me know what it’s doing and

what I might be missing! It has certainly been a ‘bee in my bonnet’

and just about gotten the very best of me, bring out an ugly frustration!

SO, Hopefully we will see! Have a Great day and week ahead!

CONFUSED

If, you’re checking in on me, or watching what I might post… I certainly would appreciate some feed-back on my progress that has got me so confused about the layout!

WHAT, you might say … WHAT Am I talking about? That’s my problem!

My Poetry that I’m going to post … Heart Strings (in the works)

And My Art Corner. This is the one that I’m having difficulty with.

Making sure the pages and what will be, flow smoothly, but with so much going on in my life I find myself, confused about what should be instead of letting it flow with ease I guess!

I don’t even see right now the cats & tags!

I know its’s early or late .. me, I do need to get to bed! STAT . So If you’re inclined to take a peek, I certainly would appreciate your feedback!

Balloonist to Fisherman

A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, “Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”


The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground elevation of 2346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude”

She rolled her eyes and said, “You must be a Republican.”

“I am,” replied the man. “How did you know?”

“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help to me.”

The man smiled and responded, “You must be a Democrat.”

“I am,” replied the balloonist. “How did you know?” “Well,” said the man, “you don’t know where you are or where you’re going. You’ve risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You’re in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but, somehow, now it’s my fault.”
 

(Georgia McLean)

NEVER CHOKE IN A

SOUTHERN RESTAURANT

Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant. After ordering their cornbread and beans, they set awhile, talkin bout’ the latest addition to their junkyard business

Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough.

After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress.

One of the hillbillies looks at her and says “Kin ya swallar?”

The Woman shakes her head no.

“Kin ya breathe?”

The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.

The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up The back of her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her Right butt cheek a big, wet lick with his tongue

The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar.

His partner says, “Ya know, I’ d heerd of that there ‘Hind Lick Maneuver’, but I ain’t never seen nobody do it.”

Deborah…I’m from North Carolina … so I relate!!

Keep the Fork

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So, as she was getting her things “in order,” she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly.

“What’s that?” came the Pastor’s reply.

“This is very important,” the young woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the young woman asked.

“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. “My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…..like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, “What’s with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.”

The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the

of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral, people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Repeatedly the Pastor heard the question, “What’s with the fork?” And over and over, he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to “Keep their fork.”

Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share … being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.

And keep your fork.

The Salt Truck

This was sent from a friend, and I wish I knew the writer at the end to Thank her for sharing it! It is a wonderful laugh!

Enjoy!

As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.

The trucker lowers the window, and she says, “Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load.”

The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the window.

Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they’ve never spoken, the blonde says brightly, “Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!”

Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.

At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck window.

The trucker lowers the window. Again she says, “Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!”

When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says…

“Hi, my name is Kevin, it’s winter in Minnesota and I’m driving the SALT TRUCK!”

Amazing Storm Photos

Can you imagine holding your camera steady enough to take these photos!

I cannot nor will I acknowledge that these pictures are what they say, or by whom.

Only will I say that they are beautiful pictures!

“I don’t know in which order the message was to which photo(s) but I feel the photos of the nature and Her forces speaks for themselves. Be Careful in any situation you might find yourself in.”

Deborah

The following picture was taken from the third story balcony of Saint Stanislaus College located next door to Our Lady of  the Gulf church in Bay Saint Louis, Mississippi on the morning of August 29th, 2005. This is believed to be the initial tidal  wave from Hurricane Katrina. The tidal wave was approximately 35 to 40 feet high. When it slammed into the beach front  communities of Bay Saint Louis and Waveland Mississippi to completely destroy 99% of every structure along the beach  for 9 miles and over ? of a mile inland. The destruction only started there. The flooding that continued inland destroyed the contents of all but 35 homes in these two communities of approximately 14,000 people.

These pictures were taken  by a man in Magee, MS where the eye of the storm passed thru.

 Magee is 150 miles North of Waveland, Mississippi where the Hurricane made land fall.

  The dance with Katrina, part of her beauty as she left destruction on her exit.

Three Things to Think About!

COWS

 Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing
 that our government can track a cow born in Canada
 almost three years ago, right to the stall where she
 sleeps in the state of Washington? And, they tracked
 her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 11 million
 illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we
 should give them all a cow.
 

THE CONSTITUTION

  They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for
 Iraq. Why don’t we just give them ours? It was written
 by a lot of really smart guys, it’s worked for over
 200 years and we’re not using it anymore.
 

 TEN COMMANDMENTS

 The real reason that we can’t have the Ten
 Commandments in a courthouse……..

You cannot post
 “Thou Shalt Not Steal,” “Thou Shalt Not Commit
 Adultery” and “Thou Shall Not Lie” in a building full
 of lawyers, judges and politicians — it creates a
 hostile work environment.

The Blonde

A blonde woman was having financial troubles so she decided to kidnap a child and demand a ransom. She went to a local park, grabbed a little boy, took him behind a tree and wrote a note. “I have kidnapped your child. I am sorry to do this but I need the money. Leave $10,000 in a plain brown bag behind the big oak tree in the park at 7AM.” Signed, “The Blonde.”

She pinned the note inside the little boy’s jacket and told him to go straight home. The next morning, she returned to the park to find the $10,000 in a brown bag behind the big oak tree, just as she had instructed. Inside the bag with the cash was the following note. “Here is your money. I cannot believe that one blonde would do this to another.”

Vanilla Pudding Robbery

…..true story…..(at least the e-Mail said so!)

This is just too funny not to share. Excerpted from an article which
appeared in the Dublin Times about a bank robbery on March 2.

Once inside the bank shortly after midnight, their efforts at
disabling the security system got underway immediately. The
robbers, who expected to find one or two large safes filled with
cash & valuables, were surprised to see hundreds of smaller safes
throughout the bank.

The robbers cracked the first safe’s combination, and inside they
found only a small bowl of vanilla pudding.

As recorded on the bank’s audio tape system, one robber said, ‘At
least we’ll have a bit to eat.’

The robbers opened up a second safe, and it also contained nothing but
vanilla pudding. The process continued until all s safes were opened.

They did not find one pound sterling, a diamond , or an ounce of gold.
Instead, all the safes contained covered bowls of pudding.
Disappointed, the robbers made a quiet exit, each leaving with
nothing more than a queasy, uncomfortably full stomach. The
newspaper headline read:

IRELAND’S LARGEST SPERM BANK ROBBED EARLY THIS MORNING…

Spaghetti!

A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money, if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card and write “Spaghetti” on the back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin.

One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. “Honey,” she said. “You received a very strange post card today.”

“Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it,” he said.

The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white and fainted.

On the card was written: “Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without.

Statics 100 Engineering Question of the Day?

Q.) How much does a house weigh?


A.) Just a tad more than a rural two-lane bridge can hold, apparently.

SO WOULD THIS BE COVERED BY HOUSE INSURANCE, CAR INSURANCE, OR, DOES IT COME UNDER ROADSIDE ASSISTANCE?

Or do they just put a ramp on both ends and call it a new covered bridge?

Pure Laughter

Mother -What a JOY

My Mother got so tickled… then I did…

WE … Don’t remember what it was about! BUT,

They say…

#LaughterIsTheBestMedicine . Here it was .

Right … We Laughed . so hard … we . almost …

You know the rest!

April 5th • Her Birthday

#ImBlessed

The Present!

A woman goes to Italy to attend a 2-week, company training session.

Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip.

The wife answers: “Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you?”

The husband laughs and says: “An Italian girl!!!”

The woman kept quiet and left.

Two weeks later he picks her up in the airport and asks: “So, honey, how was the trip?”

“Very good, thank you.” “And, what happened to my present?” “Which present?” She asked.

“The one I asked for – an Italian girl!!”

“Oh, that” she said “Well, I did what I could, now we have to wait for nine months to see if it is a girl !!!”

Moral of the story: Don’t tempt a woman, they are far too intelligent!

HOUSE FIRES

PLEASE READ

This photo was taken 2/3/2008 at the scene of a house fire.

Received in a e-mail from a someone who is in the insurance property business. It is well worth reading.

This is one of those e-mails that if you don’t send it, rest assured
someone on your list will suffer for not reading it. The original
message was written by a lady whose brother and wife learned a hard lesson this past week.

Their house burnt down.. nothing left but ashes. They have good
insurance so the house will be replaced and most of the contents. That
is the good news.

However, they were sick when they found out the cause of the fire. The
insurance investigator sifted through the ashes for several hours. He
had the cause of the fire traced to th e master bathroom. He asked her
sister-in-law what she had plugged in
the bathroom. She listed the normal things….curling iron, blow dryer.
He kept saying to her, ‘No, this would be something that would
disintegrate at high temperatures’. Then her sister-in-law
remembered she had a Glade Plug-In, in the bathroom.

The investigator had one of those ‘Aha’ moments. He said that was the
cause of the fire. He said he has seen more house fires started with
the plug-in type room fresheners than anything else. He said the
plastic they are made from is THIN. He also said that in every case
there was nothing left to prove that it even existed. When the
investigator looked in the wall plug, the two prongs left from the
plug-in were still in there.

Her sister-in-law had one of the plug-ins that had a small night light
built in it. She said she had noticed that the light would dim and then
finally go out. She would walk in to the bathroom a few hours later,
and the light would be back on again. The investigator said that the
unit was getting too hot, and would dim and go out rather than just
blow the light bulb. Once it cooled down it would come back on. That is
a warning sign

The investigator said he personally wouldn’t have any type of plug in
fragrance device anywhere in his house. He has seen too many places
that have been burned down due to them.

PLEASE PASS THIS ON NOT ONLY COULD IT SAVE SOMEONE’S HOUSE,

BUT IT COULD SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE !

New Gas Tips!

(Every penny counts)(Interesting E-Mail)(a few years back)

I don’t know what you guys are paying for gasoline….Here in California we are also paying higher, up to $3.00 per gal.. But my line of work is in petroleum for about 31 years now, so here are so me tricks to get more of your money’s worth for every gallon.

Here at the Kinder Morgan Pipeline where I work in San Jose , CA we deliver about 4 million gallons in a 24-hour period thru the pipeline. One day is diesel the next day is jet fuel, and gasoline, regular and premium grades. We have 34-storage tanks here with a total capacity of 16,800,000 gallons.

TIP #1: Only buy or fill up your car or truck in the early morning when the ground temperature is still cold. Remember that all service stations have their storage tanks buried below ground. The colder the ground the more dense the gasoline, when it gets war me r gasoline expands, so buying in the afternoon or in the evening….your gallon is not exactly a gallon. In the petroleum business, the specific gravity and the temperature of the gasoline, diesel and jet fuel, ethanol and other petroleum products plays an important role. A 1-degree rise in temperature is a big deal for this business. But the service stations do not have temperature compensation at the pumps.

TIP #2: When you’re filling up do not squeeze the trigger of the nozzle to a fast mode. If you look you will see that the trigger has three (3) stages: low, middle, and high. In slow mode you should be pumping on low speed, thereby minimizing the vapors that are created while you are pumping. All hoses at the pump have a vapor return. If you are pumping on the fast rate, so me of the liquid that goes to your tank becomes vapor. Those vapors are being sucked up and back into the underground storage tank so you’re getting less worth for your money.

TIP #3: One of the most important tips is to fill up when your gas tank is HALF FULL or HALF EMPTY. The reason for this is, the more gas you have in your tank the less air occupying its empty space. Gasoline evaporates faster than you can imagine. Gasoline storage tanks have an internal floating roof. This roof serves as zero clearance between the gas and the atmosphere, so it minimizes the evaporation. Unlike service stations, here where I work, every truck that we load is temperature compensated so that every gallon is actually the exact amount.

TIP #4: VERY IMPORTANT: Another reminder. If there is a gasoline truck pumping into the storage tanks when you stop to buy gas, DO NOT fill up–most likely the gasoline is being stirred up as the gas is being delivered and you might pick up so me of the dirt that normally settles on the bottom.

Hope this will help you get the most value for your money.

Celebration Birthday 95

WHAT TO DO TO CELEBRATE A LIFE – 95 YEARS

—————————————————————-

Does not seem possible that I’m so blessed to still have my mother, who will turn a wondrous 95 years of age April 5th

((I’m writing this . 10 days before . It’s the 27th of March 1 am))

I could not be more blessed than I am right now.

I love her more than she has any idea . And I know she loves more more than I have any idea …

But we are always there for each other…. even in times of disagreements… we are together always.

LOOKING AHEAD . – – . A celebration of her LIFE –

Not her Birthday – (don’t celebrate) But acknowledge her LIFE.

I know that there is no family here, she’s stuck with just me… but perhaps you’d like to show a bit of love to her.!.

READ & YOU’LL UNDERSTAND.

My Mother:

Forever my Mother is a beautiful lady, who was also a sister, a wife, a mother & even an aunt & taken too soon, the title of a grandmother… and a loyal friend.

Tootsie Caines Register

Honored that she is my Mom ❤️

Need A Push?

A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o’clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.

“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is three o’clock in the morning!” He slams the door and returns to bed.

“Who was that?” asked his wife.

“Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.

“Did you help him?” she asks.

“No, I did not, it is three in the morning and it is pouring outside!”

“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!”

The man does as he’s told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pouring rain. He calls out into the dark,
“Hello, are you still there?”

“Yes,” comes back the answer.

“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.

“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.

“Where are you?” asks the husband.

Replies the drunk – “Over here on the swing!”

How To Call The Police!

George Phillips of Meridian, Mississippi was going up to bed when his wife told him that he’d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window.

George opened the back door to go turn off the light but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.

He phoned the police, who asked “Is someone in your house?” and he said “no”. Then they said that all patrols were busy, and that he should simply lock his door and an officer would be along when available.

George said, “Ok,” hung up, counted to 30, and phoned the police again.

“Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people in my shed. Well, you don’t have to worry about them now cause I’ve just shot them all.” Then he hung up.

Within five minutes three police cars, an Armed Response unit, and an ambulance showed up at the Phillips residence and caught the burglars red-handed.

One of the Policemen said to George: “I thought you said that you’d shot them!”

George said, “I thought you said there was nobody available!

The Pharmacist


A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, right up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, “I would like to buy some cyanide.”

The pharmacist asked, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”

The lady replied, “I need it to poison my husband.”

The pharmacist’s eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Lord have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband! That’s against the law! I’ll lose my license! They’ll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!”

The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.

The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, “Well now. That’s different. You didn’t tell me you had a prescription. “

Do NOT try this at home! LOL!

A New Store:

Husbands for SALE

A store that sells new husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights.

The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 – These men Have Jobs. She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 2 – These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. “That’s nice”, she thinks, “but I want more.” So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking. “Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop Dead Good Looking and Help With Housework. “Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims, “I can hardly stand it! “Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 5 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop Dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 6 – You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

PLEASE NOTE:

To avoid gender bias charges, the store’s owner opened a

New Wives store just across the street.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

The second floor has wives that love sex and have money.

The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.

Please Help I Need Your Opinion

If it’s not too much to ask, I’d really like an honest opinion.

About Web Sights

Yes I know I’m here on WordPress .. but what other might you use for other venues?

Blogger? GoDaddy? I’m not even sure of what all is out here. Or do you put all your eggs into one basket … here (or elsewhere).

I’m torn, because of cost, but I have so many poems that I’d really like to showcase, as there is a book with a title in the library of congress with Copyright… but I’ll probably never get it fully proofed as it should, so one or two at a time will work.

Creative ART & my Hand-Painted glass. Yes, I guess I’ve had my hands in a few things throughout the years with so many interruptions… I just need to try and focus on one or two and show what I’m capable of!

That’s why my question.

And with WordPress… It’s a pain sometimes, trying as now to compose and it keeps moving words into other parts as it pleases! I also like the poetry to be displayed as I wrote them.. NOT everything is up and down left to right ..and I want it to be shown as I wrote them and intended for them to be. AND different fonts are always a way of expression with me.

I do hope that someone will read, understand this and help me out. My time is precious as I’m a caregiver of my Mother who will be 95 in April. So my time, is when I can I want to grab an easy place to Hang My Hat!

Thank You for your time.

Decisions

Having a difficult time trying to figure out and design another ‘site’ for my art creations and my ‘stuff’.

Apophysis, Digital, Fractal art designs that are incredibly fun and fascinating. Along with a few other applications derived from the same premise. design with fractals… Some I’ve tried and way beyond my mind with so many other things that arose, my mind was not into it… but a couple are indeed worth trying.

And NOW, there has come the AI creations, that Ifind so intriguing and unique, but sometimes my mind goes into dump mode and there’s nothing there with the visual that so many have. BUT I have created some that I’m thrilled with.

So WHERE do I go and what do I do? STAY here or go to another(s) sight?

My Poetry, I also have listed at BLOGGER, one of the book parts that I’ve sat on for many years. I Really Need to start showcasing them again!

AND least but not forgotten, is the hand painted glass that I cannot do at the moment, but I would like to share what I created and the pieces I still have within my arsenal!

HELP!.. Now there are three parts to my book of poetry, and think best to separate out.

The designs of fractal creations … so many sections!

My glass .just one sight will do!

Helpful suggestion are so welcome!

My Birthday

I celebrated a birthday today.

Turned an age I wasn’t sure I’d ever see… but I’m here.

But today • I was scared • almost fell face first while going back to the car at CVS on University… I would have fallen face first.
How I did not fall • was God’s hand.

I’m thankful and grateful that I’m not in the hospital!

It really shook me to my core.

Thankful for every day . Even those that don’t go as we’d hope.

Have a blessed day ahead.
I Will .

Changing of Times

Daddy’s Story Through My Eyes

It has been quite some time since I’ve put anything on ‘paper’ but I’m going to give this a try, once again.

So much has changed in these last few years, where to begin.

My DADDY began having issues and neither Mother nor myself recognized what was happening, after all he was up in years! So no need to worry, right? Wrong. Daddy was in the stages of Alzheimer’s. The later stage I guess you’d call it. That began in 2013 when we really noticed, but little did we know it has been approaching for some time.

The SIGNS of this horrible disease, was and still is too little. The signs were there, if only we had known. Times when Mother would have to remember ow they drove to a place so she could help daddy get them back out. That was a sign. But just old age… NOT. It was a subtle sign. Ignored. Not knowing how to write a check or making sure the numbers were correct. I remember vividly one afternoon. Daddy always cut his yard and mine (I live across the street) and loved doing it, as it kept him active & as a young man and Daddy, he had done ‘a many a one’ to help support his family, so he knew how to cut yards & keep them up etc. This one day, I called mom and asked he if Daddy felt OK… why she asked… because he’s cutting the yard (backyard which is very small) all wrong. He’s cutting & throwing the grass into the flower beds that has just been mulched. She say, no… not that she knew of, so we both just figured it was an ‘Off’ day, once again, due to ‘age’. That’s when we began paying a little more and closer attention to the actions and saw that something was definitely wrong. Perhaps he had cancer again, or his heart needed attention again.

In Apr.il of 2013 we tricked daddy going for a ride and took him to the ER

….Back to writing this ….

That was the beginning of a discovery we knew nothing about and still there is little known things to alert the loved ones.

What’s ahead is devastating. For everyone, including the loved one your watching go down hill with no way to stop it, no way to tell them and understand that you’ll be there for them and you’ll love them forever and always.

Alzheimer’s Disease……

DADDY. Back to our story of Daddy….

WELL, I suppose this will have to wait until another time .yet again. but for now, perhaps someone, if only me will read and understand the trial and tribulations that have occurred over the last several years .. and that does not begin to touch the surface of my mother and I dealing with that and the other issues that tagged along and others that arose!

So until another post.another day. stay well.

One More Day

This is the last day of my life with the age of 70!

It’s been a tumble few years, but all in all, grateful for the times I’ve had and shared

with my Mother who will turn 95 in April. She is a true tough cookie, as the old saying goes! She and I together we’ve tried to conquer the hurdles that have come our way.

So this last day of being 70 … I’m so grateful for this time. Tomorrow is not promised, but praying that the dayand weeks and months ahead will shine light on mother and I!

Until later, may your day be one of blessings.

We’ll meet again.

Down to the Wire

Well, it’s coming down to the wire! In a few days I’ll pass another year of aging.

This year past and the three before it, have been trying, but I’m grateful to still be here and to have beautiful mom who will have milestone of her own birthday in April …

Times tough. But we keep going. WordPress,please bear with me as my funds are just about null before the SS kicks in and hopefully my domain will not go bye-bye!

I really don’t know when my funds have been this low. I’ve have issues before, just like so many have, but this is beyond what I’ve ever experienced.

So to all of you, hang in there, is about all I can say. Right NOW!

It is February after all!