Wild ladies loose in the stores


Christmas gifts

Christmas gifts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Santa Claus with a little girl Espera...

English: Santa Claus with a little girl Esperanto: Patro Kristnasko kaj malgranda knabino Suomi: Joulupukki ja pieni tyttö (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Christmas lights on Aleksanterinkatu.

Christmas lights on Aleksanterinkatu. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This time of year, women go crazy for a couple of weeks or three, as they put all their energy into securing the best deals for Christmas. I’ve personally witnessed grown women get into hair-pulling, knock-down, arm-slinging fights in the narrow aisles of department stores.

Females, with hair that looks a cross between slept on and cat fight, elbows plowing anything non-essential, barge through entire sections with a 50% off sale. I’m sorry ladies, I am confessing for all of us, we can’t leave a store with a clearance sign that says 70 % off without going through that rack twice.

When we find something that appears worth the sale price of $2.99, we will go through our entire list (the one we keep in our heads) of friends and relatives to find someone who can wear a size zero. Hey, it’s a name-brand blouse. If the sale is on designer clothes or shoes and we find something that was regularly worth (In who’s opinion?) $80, on sale for $5, we will consider holding it until our chubby niece loses enough weight to squeeze into it.

Deciding what gift goes to which person on our list every Christmas is a challenging job, but finding the money in our budgets to pay for all the gifts is a horse of a different color. Some women try to buy gifts through the year so they can relax during the holidays. Other women lack the desire or ability to do this and find themselves in need of the biggest bargains on Black Friday.

Personally, I think stores get a kick out of forcing a large number of women to fight over the 15 in-stock Barbies dressed in the latest, on sale for $20, but only for one hour. This hour is usually the hour before dawn or between 10-11 a.m. No rain checks are allowed on these sale items, making them infinitely more valuable.

Some women enjoy this ritual every Holiday season. I don’t. I do buy all year long and fill my closet with birthday and Christmas presents for my family. Of course, I track down every bargain clearance available.

I use my coupons and ad matches, watch for store sales and stock up on expensive shampoos I manage to purchase for next to nothing. I’ve done so well on my bargain quests that I really don’t have to buy shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, disposable razors, hand soap, lotion or mouthwash for the next 30 years. Hey, they were on sale. What was I suppose to do?

The good news is that I caught my addiction in time to turn my life around. There may be no hope for those wild-eyed banshees hell-bent on getting a flat-screen, high definition television for their three-years-old sons this Christmas. Never mind that it cost $5 to make the regular price before it went on sale was increased from $150 to $225 so the sale would look more appealing at $175.

Face it ladies, the stores have us figured out. We can’t help ourselves. We need to band together and lend our strength to a fellow mom on a mission to get the best prices on Christmas gifts this year. We can’t make it alone. Corporation is stacked against us. Maybe it is time to get back to nature’s gifts. Did you know that gumbo fíle was dried sassafras leaves? That stuff sells for a bundle in stores.

By picking the wild fruits of the land all around us, we can capture the ultimate gift – the one that cost nothing but a little time and effort. God bless and watch your rear this holiday season.

JFK: The day the world ended


English: Aerial view of the port and city of M...

English: Aerial view of the port and city of Mobile, Alabama, USA. The view is from the harbor on Mobile Bay to the northwest over the central area of the city. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Montage of sights in Mobile, Alabama.

English: Montage of sights in Mobile, Alabama. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was in third grade and more than a month away from turning eight. I will always remember the day John Kennedy was shot.

My class had just returned to the classroom after having participating in a bomb drill. Attending school in Mobile, Alabama had it perks. We actually had bomb shelters on the school grounds. Usually, the class would remain where we were, squat beside our desks, place our arms over our heads and pray. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized protecting my head during an atomic bomb was ludicrous. Had I known the reason for the drills, I would have run out into the midst of the bomb. I really don’t relish the thought of living through one.

As my class settled in and returned to work, there was an announcement over the PA system that our President had been shot and killed. My teacher immediately began to cry. When she had composed herself, she dismissed the entire class. I was terrified. I just wanted to find my sister who attending the same school in the fourth grade.

As my sister and I walked home from school, we tried to console each other. We thought the world had ended, just like our great-grandmother had taught us would happen.

As it turned out, the world had ended, just not like we had been taught in the bible. Innocence had died by the hands of those who shot our president.

Who will stop the bullies?


English: Steyr M9 semi-automatic pistol.

English: Steyr M9 semi-automatic pistol. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Bullying on IRFE in March 5, 2007, th...

English: Bullying on IRFE in March 5, 2007, the first class day. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A brave teacher, Michael Landsberry, tried to prevent the deaths of students in his classroom in Nevada when a 12 year-old boy shot and killed him and wounded two students. The seventh-grade shooter used his parent‘s 9mm semi-automatic handgun. Classmates said the shooter had been bullied by some at the school.

When I taught fifth-grade students, there was always a boy the others seem to pick on. Every time I caught anyone bullying another student, I would lecture them before dishing out the punishment. The conversation went like this:

Me: “Why are you picking on this student?

Bully: “I don’t know. Because I can, I guess.

Me: “Are you ready to die?”

Bully: “No.”

Me: “No ma’am. Haven’t you heard about the children who get bullied until they can’t take it anymore and come to school with a gun, bent upon wiping out the school bullies?”

Bully: “yeah.”

Me: “Yes ma’am. And you are confidant that you can bully this boy and never have to pay for doing it?”

Bully: silence

This is when I would explain to the entire class that bullies were children who were bullied at home. They come to school to take out there anger against anyone they feel is weak. It is a vicious cycle that has to stop. No one likes to be bullied and no one likes the bully.

I believe that someone has to be bold enough to demand that parents who create bullies must be punished when their child bullies another. As long as the people who create bullies go unpunished, the cycle will never end.

Murderers, serial killers, mass killers and bullies are created by bad parenting, neglectful parenting or abusive parenting. Until we punish the parents, some of the guilty go unpunished. Harsh? Yes. Life is harsh. You don’t have to be wealthy to be a good parent, you just have to love the child more than you love yourself.

Too many families include parents who are so selfish, they spend every dime and every spare minute on themselves. They teach their children to hate, encourage them to act hatefully and blame the victim when caught.

And why on earth would a parent have such a handgun lying around the house and not locked up the way it should be? The parents should be looked at for neglecting their son. Obviously, he had no support on the home front. Sadness abounds.

Help, I’m lost in Macy’s and I can’t get out – Updated


Reblogging for a friend and praying they find Helen.

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It was about a year ago that I took my mother shopping for what is now our infamous trip to Macy’s. We had a family vacation planned and she wanted to purchase some new clothing for the trip. (Disclaimer: She used to love to shop; I loathing shopping.) The issue came down to three factors:

  1. We needed to enter the store closest to the women’s department due to her lack of stamina.
  2. She had never wandered away from me in a public place.
  3. All the handicapped parking spaces were taken.

I parked about three rows back, left instructions for my mother to wait directly inside the doors for me, and darted immediately into the store.

Unease crawled over my body and stuck to me like honey bees finding an open jar of molasses.

I learned some important things that day. First, many stores have a security code…

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The Sadness of Fall


Liriodendron tulipifera 'Mediopictum' leaves (...

Liriodendron tulipifera ‘Mediopictum’ leaves (autumn). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

American tulip tree , tulip poplar or yellow p...

American tulip tree , tulip poplar or yellow poplar (Liriodendron tulipifera). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The bright yellow leaves, caught up by the wind, perform a little dance as they drift toward the earth. They collect beneath the tall sourwood and Tulip Poplar trees, as they join the deep red and orange leaves that fell yesterday. The beautifully colored leaves that landed today hide those beneath that have turned brown.

The short needles of the White Georgia Pines are the color of gold. The trees look almost bare as they drop millions of needles every day for weeks. The forest floor is covered with gold, until it slowly turns light brown. For a moment in time, the landscape is brilliantly painted with orange, gold, red, yellow and purple. The sun shines on the colors, intensifying them, giving the landscape a color that only exists for a week or two every year. And then, it is gone.

We are left with the cold nights and chilly days of autumn – no more color until the snow comes to fill up the branches of the White pines and holly trees, giving the green a contrast.

However sad it is for the trees to stand bare for months, the anticipation of a colorful spring keeps us hanging in there. As long as there are seasons, the earth remains.

The red leaves of autumn are breathtaking.

The red leaves of autumn are breathtaking.