Sunday, January 25, 2009



Yes, it's HAS been this cold!

The possibilty of snow was in the forcast for 3 days this week! Can you believe it? This is Florida~We aren't suppose to get snow. The last time it snowed in the Tampa Bay area was 1988. IN 1977, we recieved 2 1/2 inches!! Imagaine oranges, still on the trees, coated with white snow.

I toyed with the idea of going to Washington D.C.last weekend. My cousins live in Alexandria area. But, no, this Florida Girl would have suffered terribly with the cold and all that walking. Nope, stayed home in my cozy home covered up to the neck with blankets.

I can't tell you how many Palm, Pineapple plants, Herbs, Red Sisters, Lilies, Crotons, and Plumeria I have. With the temperature's plummeting to the mid 20's a at night, I brought as many plants as I could indoors. The Begonia's, and the Avocado tree, and the Christmas Cactus suffered a little damage as did the Palms.

When Nicci was here a couple of weeks ago we did go to the beach after stopping at Publix to get Cuban sandwiches, Terra chips, and fruit.



Look at the sugary sand.

By the time we got there it was 2 pm. The temps weren't too bad,and the sun was high in the sky. But the as the sun got lower, the winds kicked up and we left the beach about 4. Brrrr....


Jasmine loves to swim. Even though I was encouraging her in to the water, all she wated to do is get her paws wet. And that was that! She actually has a little surfboard that she rides.* You can see the green and blue board under Nicolle's bag on the above photo. Jazzy had no inclination to boogie this day!


She did get her tummy wet.




Pretty nice isn't it? Honeymoon Island it the #1 natural beach in the United states, including Hawai'i. The people beach is on the west side of the island. The dog beach on the south side & there can easliy be 200-300 dogs along this 3 1/2 mile stretch of beach. But, not too many at the beach today. LOL~ Just us brave souls!


Honeymoon Island is an Island nature Preserve which the wild life shares with us humans & canines.

Good thing I had put on a pot of Vegetable soup.


This is my little outdoor "oven" I bake, roast and make soup in it. And below is the oak "library table" I used to use for my puter. When Nicci was here I needed to bring the rattan chairs in for seating.


At the end of the day, Soup and Sleep. Awww, look at my "Girl-Animals"-so sweet!


They do look like Angels, don't they?



The Nova Scotian's on the corner apparently found a little Poodle Poop on their lot. Instead of bending over and picking it up, they went out of their way to find 5 white rocks and surround it as thus.


My friend that lives across the street said that they were waiting for people to ask them why. She told them it might just attract unwanted attention and they'd find more poop. Sure enough, a few days later when I walked by, I saw that instead of 1 circle of rocks, they had set up 8-10 circles. Each with exactly 5 rocks around the offensive Poop.

Saturday, January 24, 2009




Election Day, I cried my little eyeballs out with pride, astonishment and pride the majority of Americans could put aside race & vote for an intelligent, eloquent, distinguished, man of peace. Inauguration Day was a joyous day, a day to look to a new era for America and a day that hopefully will be the beginning where the world looks at us with respect once more. The next few days that followed, new policies were put into motions. Today I heard a quote from President Obama that reinforced my pride, "Being powerful (nation), doesn't mean being forceful".

Thank you Coelha, at Coelha Thoughts , for posting President Obama's Speech in it's entirety.

OBAMA: My fellow citizens:"I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents. So it has been.

So it must be with this generation of Americans. That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics.

Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met. On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord. On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life. For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage. What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government. Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more. Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint. We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you. For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect.
To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy.
To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.
To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds.

And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it. As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate. Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task. This is the price and the promise of citizenship. This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny. This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath. So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled.

In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people: "Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)." America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations."May God give you the strength to lead us.

God bless America!! It's a great day to be an American!


Sunday, January 18, 2009



Marc went to a surgical center on Wednesday to have his broken/dislocated hand and wrist bone stablized. It seems from what he told me that they gave him enough tranquilzers that would put a normal person into a stupor for a week.

For pain he was given Vicodin and when those didn't work he was given 2 Percocet, an told to chew them before he swallowed ( he learned a new trick). Marc probably denied he was a drinker because he learned from his last hospital experience that they give more drugs.

Snap! Did I just say that?!

Well, the Dr was 3 hours late to do the procedure, so they gave more tranquilzers more pain meds that didn't work. He was givien a nerve block, that didn't work completely on his thumb and index finger. So the anestetist inserted a long thin needle attached to a TENS unit which was inserted that into his forearm. I guess that DID work and they did the surgery an hour later. Then, instead of cutting and inserting 2 pins under the local anesthia, the Dr decided he needed to cut and insert more pins under GENERAL anesthesia.

At some point his B/P was high with the Systolic in the 190's, so he was given more pain meds. I'm thinking Mama needs to find out who this Doc is and give him the heads up that Marc's B/P has been in the 170's systolically when he eats salty foods & drinks caffiene. And he knows that that pain will also up the B/P, so he may or maynot have been trying ot mimic pain. Yes, my son is a "drug seeker".

Marc did tell me that the Dr offered to renew his pain pills & he told me that he told the Dr he had enough to get him through. Hmmm? Do you think he was saying that for my benefit? I do. Marc's snail mail comes to my address. I think I'll take a peak and see if there is a Dr's name somewhere. I really hate to do that. But, then I would feel worse if he gets addicted again and starts buying off the streets, or worse, overdoses. When he called me he was having some beers with the guys and was going to friend's Brithday party later. At the end of our phone conversation he told me he had to go. go home to ice and elevate his hand.

Am I being played? He thinks so, I'm sure. I don't care because if I act naive I get more info leaked to me because he thinks I'm clueless. Actually his father thought he was so smart that he could tell me anything & I was gullible enough to believe it : D

When the kids were 5/ 7, they found cocaine in thier father's freezer. Their Dad told them it was was powderd sugar, which back fired when they asked if they could put it on thier french toast. So then he told them that it was cocaine that he was going to give to his new BIL for his wedding. "But, don't tell your Mom". LOL~Guess what? The Mom dragged his butt into Family Court. You don't tell kids not to tell Mom. That is what kids do.




I don't usually do Bears or Hearts. Not my style I guess. That or maybe iy's because the bears look like flea and moth ridden. I guess these Bears are "Creddy's" or "Tatty's". The Hearts are definately red. Hehee...made myself laugh!


Friday, January 16, 2009


Photobucket news services (1 minute ago)

The Buccaneers Friday said that they have fired head coach Jon Gruden and general manager Bruce Allen.

It is a week before the Gasparilla Feastivities where Tampa Bay is invaded by Buccaneer's. The most famous & infamous being the fictional, or maybe not fictional, Jose' Gaspar. Nobody really knows.

Dozens of boats & yachts travel from St Petersburg to Tampa, where men and women disembark dressed as Buccanneer's & wenches. Then they wave thier swords, climb upon floats and travel the Bayshore Blvd throwing "Buccanner coins" of gold, strings of beads, and candy to the kids (an pretty girls). In addtion to Guavaween, Gasparilla is one of Tampa's "Mardi Gra" type clebrations. From January 24th thru March 1st there will be "Gasparilla Balls", dinners, and pirate themed parties.

And here we are. Yes, our Buc's had a disappointing season, yet we are ready to don our festive beads despite. But wait. OUR Buccaneer's, and I mean our football team, is mighty important to us. Yet, the eve before the Gasparilla the Glazer's checked thier wallet's and dismissed Jon Gruden and head coach, Bruce Allen. If nothing else haven't the Glazers realized the with crowd's of thousands gathering that there is sure to be "Tropical Storm"?

UPDATE: Of course, local Sports News crews have interviewed the Glazers who deny any speculations of a new manager. I doubt that.


Pretty flowers, aren't they?


Pretty Fake.
The SnowBirds who live 3 lots up from me have stuck artificial flowers in the ground. Damn Peoples, this is Florida.
Grow your own!!

Thursday, January 15, 2009


Do you remember Woolworth's Five and Dime Stores?
The Lunch counter with the stools?
The menu?


Back in the 1960's, my grandmother and I used to catch the bus in the little town of Scotia, NY, where she lived, to go over the bridge to downtown Schenectady. Grandma used to call it "Going on the Peanut Bust". I don't know why. Except that there was a Planter's Peanut's Shop in Schenectady.

When I was very little I thought she said we were going on a "Peanut Bus". I'd look for people seeling peanuts on the bus and even look under the seats or on the floor hoping to see some. LOL~Never found one Peanut on the bus!

Once over the bridge we'd get off the bus in front of Carl's Department then cross the street to Wallace's Dept Store to see my Great Aunt Bessie who worked as the Account Manager of the store. Occasionally we would go to a movie at the Proctors Theater. It was a Theater built in 1917 during the Vaudeville days and in the 80's Hal Holbrook donated money for renovation of the Theater and a large Pipe Organ to keep it as a Historical as it was when silent films were shown.

photo is not one of mine

Look under the humble facade, is an "Arcade" which is a wide corridor that went from this entrance to the other side of the block where there was another set of double doors. Along the hallway there are Book and Music shops. In the 1960's there were "Head Shops" where we could buy jeans, peasant blouses from India, bongs, pipes and papers. Along the corridor there were also a couple of high end ladies clothing stores.

This is the stage and chandeliers within Proctor's Theater.

photo is not one of mine

In Carl's we usually took a potty break. Would you believe we had to insert a dime into the coin box of the stall door in order to use the to toilet?

They had to get rid of that in the 70's when women all over the country protested that paying to use the toilet was discrimination.

Can you imagine the scenario if men were told they had to pay to use the toilet. Heck, they'd go outdoor's and find the nearest tree. Women used to have to pay at Rest Area's on the highways when we were traveling, also.

Another "Different thing" was that in Proctor's theater there was a Ladies room with it's own Lobby. And there were leather couches where women could lay down when they felt faint when it was "that time of the month".

Sometimes we would eat at a Chinese restaurant, but most of the time we'd go to Woolworth's Lunch Fountain to eat.

We'd wander among the rows of counters where women attend to helping us find the five and ten cent items we were looking for. Threads, needles, shower caps, hair nets, hair pins, bun holders, jewelry, toys, safety pins, pens, writing paper, yarn, aprons, and seasonal Nick Knacks.

I think at the fountain I usually had the Bacon and Tomato Double Decker sandwich, on toast. Then Grandma & I would share an Apple Dumpling with Vanilla Ice Cream.

What a treat! Shopping with Grandma and lunch at Woolworth's!


Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Tagged for LiLA's Member of the Week~Chris.


If anyone would like a tag, please leave me a comment with your Email addy, please.


Ten For Tuesday: 10 Things You Are Really Good At

At the risk of sounding full of myself.....

1. Knowledgeable Nurse

2. Nurturer

3. Photographer

4. Friend.
I could be better. *See my New Yrs Resolutions. One goal is to talk less & listen more.

5. Making grilled cheese sandwiches

6. Procrastinator

7. Art

8. Dancer. Yes, I still dance a little. It's difficult the RA, but it's like riding a bike, the body never forgets.


Ok, I'll admit it. I am good at.....

9. Eating

10. Holding down the couch

Next Week: 10 Most Memorable Sports Moments

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


I can't believe they actually sold these things!

Thursday, January 1, 2009




Looks like she has been drinking milk, doesn't it?

Oh well, I've done better.

I didn't go anywhere tonight. Just stayed home. Nicolle is arriving from Chicago tomorrow and I''ve been busy staining the wicker chairs, moving furniture and trying to find some room where there is none to be had. I do have a two 30 Gallon bag of clothes for Goodwill. I don't think I'll ever be a size 7 again. And by the time I am all the clothes will be so outdated. So out they go!

I looked up the temps in Chicago...5 degree's! Nicci lives 1/2 block in from the lake. Brrrr....

I am glad I didn't go up there this year!

Well, I'm wasting time before I go to bed. The fireworks are still booming from the houses on the beach. And many people in the adjacent neighborhood's have firecrackers.

Well wishes to everyone for the coming year. I am looking forward to another year with online friends like you.