MORE ON THE RAMBLING ROSE GARDEN RAT!

I read a hilarious piece on "The Spoof" written by a lady named Gail Farrelly.  It is worth posting.   Ms.  Farelly takes a spoofy-look at the story about the rodent that ran interference during President Obama’s statement at the podium in the Rose Garden on May 20.  Here is her "take" on the situation:

"President Obama’s speech in financial reform was a major White House media event on Thursday.  In addition to the usual attendees, there was one extra guest.  Wearing eyeglasses and toting a tiny briefcase in its mouth, a rodent occupied a place of importance in the grass in front of the Presidential podium.

Although there was some debate about its exact species, most seemed to agree it was a vole, otherwise known as a meadow mouse.   Some female members of the press didn’t wait long enough to find out.  Instead they beat a hasty retreat from the Rose Garden.  The first young lady to to run across the grass screamed out her feelings at the top of her lungs:

‘Forget about clearing up the banking scum.  There’s a mouse in the house.’

Interviewed after the event, the rodent assessed the press conference as ‘boring and predictable,’  adding ‘ I made a quick exit and scurried across as fast as I could.  I had more important things to do.’

Indeed. Last seen, the vole, wearing a striped bow tie, was muching a hunk of cheese and boarding an Amtrak train to New York. It is rumored that he had an important meeting at the New York headquarters of Goldman Sachs. "

(this story is a parody and is entirely ficticious.   But it IS enjoyable!)

 

THE PRESIDENT GETS UPSTAGED BY A RAT???

There was an amusing incident in the famous White House Rose Garden a few days ago.  This is the garden where Presidents make pronouncements, announcements, appointments, and do all sorts of presidential stuff, either alone or with guests or other politicos.  But not everyday does a rodent run by the podium and not even get noticed by  President Obama!   

The President was finishing remarks to the assembled press after the Senate had ended a filibuster on his financial overhaul program, when some kind of rodent….there is speculation about what it was—-scurried out of the bushes to the right of the podium, and raced for bushes on the left side.  The picture with the news item I read on Yahoo news showed a rather small furry brown creature scurrying across the concrete right in front of the presidential seal!   Obama did not even see it but the Press did and they are still wondering what kind of critter was racing across the Rose Garden’s center stage.  This kind of rodent has been spotted before making a run across the garden in front of the spot where the podium stands.  It might be a rodent who craves stardom for all we know and it is a likely spot to achieve such status.   Just one week ago when cameras and lights were being set up for another presidential statement about the Gulf oil spill, what is presumed to be the same tiny animal made a dash for it again and was seen by a full contingent of people who were there at the time.

According to the report, there has been a rat sighted at the White House in the past.  Washington is sometimes full of rats when a lot of garbage is left out in the open on streets so it is a constant problem to control the ratty population.  Washington D.C. is built on a former malarial swamp so the presence of rats is no surprise.    This Whitehouse scurrier looked to me like a little vole, mouse or mole….it did not have that long rat-tail that is so easy to identify on a real rat.  It looked like the dead critters my three-legged cat sometimes delivers to the back steps or the driveway as some sort of offering after she has been patrolling her territory.  This rodent is now famous I would presume. It ought to be named!    Perhaps the President should start bringing "Bo" to his conferences in the Rose Garden.  That would stop the rat-running around that has gone on recently—unless Bo proves to be scared of rodents like some dogs I have seen.  I once knew a Doberman Pincer who was scared of ants.  His name was Stite and he was a big sissy who lived in Minneapolis many years ago.

There are many rat adages in our language….I cannot think of any other rodents who have so many adages attached to them as do rats but consider these:          1. "You dirty rat" (James Cagney made this famous in his old gangster movies)     2.  "It is like pouring sand down a rathole".     3. "I smell a rat"       4. Oh Rats!   (quote Charlie Brown)   I also saw a website where there were humorous rat things like a T Shirt with an enraged rat shaking its paws and saying "Oh People!"   Now that one pleased my weird sense of humor!                    5. "The rat-race"  used when describing the frustration of routine daily life or heavy competition of some sort.  The original "rat race" was  the name of dance in the 1930s similar to other dances like "the turkey trot" et.al. named for animals….the chicken dance! 6. "Like rats leaving a sinking ship"  (very old phrase going way back to the Roman Pliny who observed mice leaving houses that were  almost collapsing)   7.  "cornered like a rat in a trap".     8.  to "rat on" someone means to tattle or to reveal something very secretive.

Lily Tomlin, our familar Ernestine, the nasal-voiced telephone operator, said this about rat races:  "The trouble with a rat-race is that even if you win it, you’re still a rat."

Somone else is quoted as saying this about rats:  "Don’t make a pet of a squirrel; it is just a rat in fancier clothing."

Rats have made it into classical literature:  The Pied Piper of Hamelin was hired to lure all the rats in the town to the river to drown with his piping… but he lured all the children instead in an old classic story.   

When I was a college student, there were a couple of really seedy theaters downtown and we used to make comments like go to the movies at the Roxy or the Princess and "let the rats run across our hoofs" !!!   We only talked about it; we never did it.

Once when I was also a college student— at home for a vacation— I went to church with my dad and we were up front at the altar rail with others taking communion.  What I did not know was that a tiny mouse was running around the altar platform and it ran right under one of my feet and sat down for a little rest while I was  still kneeling.  It ran away before I stepped on it getting up but the ladies in the church choir were totally undone by the prospect of my squashing a mouse while at communion. I am glad I did not know about the rambling mouse because if I had, I would have greatly disturbed the solemnity of the service with loud shrieks and eeks!

"Rat-Race" also signifies the use of rats in laboratory experiments in which rats are put onto running wheels, having a real rat race that has no end.

I am quite sure a lot of real "Wags" could make a lot out of the possiblity of a rat scurrying across the ground when the President was speaking.  I won’t even try to apply any of the rat adages to that incident in the Rose Garden.   It was funny though, to see the picture of the little rodent racing in front of the President has he made his statements with his serious face, as always.  I wonder if he might have lightened up if he had seen the furry critter running from one bush to another????

LONG DAYS’ JOURNEY INTO NIGHT…..

I know—I am stealing that title from some other author but I cannot remember if it is Eugene O’Neill or William Faulkner.  It has been a LONG day and it is now night…so I guess I can use it.

Going to the Fargo Marathon was, as always, a thrill to see those runners come trooping down the ramp and into the Dome to the finish line.  We watched outside the Dome for awhile where a lot of people were cheering the runners as they made their last effort to get to the line…some were very tired and very stressed and one young woman was a true encourager as she stood by the fence and repeated many times…."It’s just around the corner and its all downhill….great job…keep it going just a little longer. You are almost "there"!" and things like that.  I thought she was a wonderful lady to stand at the end of the race and shout such encouraging things to the exhausted people who had given it their all.  We missed the end of the 10K run which was disappointing because my nephew finished the course in about one hour and had run over the finish line before we got inside.  We were mixed up about the start times and failed to learn that some races started at 7 a.m. instead of the old start time of 8:00.  With over 20,000 this year, adjustments had to be made like running the 5 K on Friday night and having some runners start at 7, others at 7:30 and the rest of the 26K full marathoners go at 8:00 a.m.   We did see Vaun (nephew’s brother in law) cross the finish line in the full marathon although we did not recognize him—runners are hard to identify unless you are right next to the track and we were not in that position. The runners went into a medal line and then a food line where bananas, pizza and other high carb foodstuffs awaited them; I am sure they also needed lots of water after running on a fairly humid morning that began with some runners soaking wet as they ran in a pretty good rainshower between 7 and 8 a.m. A couple of runners had to be assisted over the finish line but they made it anyway.  I recall a lot of marathon participants in the past wearing crazy outfits much to the delight of the spectators but only one was spotted today (by us). An NDSU student ran in his "onesie" red plaid pajamas carrying a pillow, a cup of coffee and the morning paper which got soaked immediately in the rain!!!    Is the marathon too serious now for runners to have costumed fun like they did in the opening years???

We were off to spend the rest of the afternoon at our Granson’s graduation party….it was fun for everyone there and the "beach theme" was very well done; I loaned them my "Greatest Hits of the Beachboys" CD and it played all afternoon…..many of my old favorites. A lot of the guests came attired in wildly colored tropical shirts and bright shorts and T shirts with flip flops on their feet. (I have a hard time transitioning from calling those sandals "thongs" like they were called before the advent of the dental-floss panties for women.) Every now and then I get laughed at for calling flip-flops thongs!!!   Our Bismarck family came today to reciprocate for the Fargo family coming to their graduation party last Saturday. We managed to get some good family pictures today.   Other extended family members came also and it was fun to see three very sweet great nephews and one great niece who is the most doll-like blond blue-eyed child I have seen since my boys were little! (I AM a bit prejudiced!)   I had a lot of fun chatting with people I have not seen for awhile which is always the case at a grad’s party or (sadly) at a funeral lunch.  That is when you see people!!!   Weddings too, before I forget those happy occasions.

Now we wait a couple weeks and the whole family will be off to Duluth for our long weekend 50th anniversary celebration on the waterfront of the Duluth harbor.  This whole summer is filled with family things—–a wedding shower for the oldest granddaughter in June, and then her wedding in July….with about 4 family birthdays tossed in during June, July and August.   We do it all in a big clump, it seems!!!    September is going to seem really dull after the summertime events are over and done.

It is time to go to bed and pick up my book I got at the Library sale a few weeks ago…it is a very old college text with 4 of Charles Dickens’ novels in one volume.  I am reading "Oliver Twist" for starters and then will go on to "David Copperfield", "Martin Chuzzlewit" and "The Pickwick Papers".   Where did Mr.Dickens get the names for his characters?  They are so rich and so funny…..The Artful Dodger,  Bill Sikes, Mr. Sowerberry, Uriah Heep, Mr. Bumble, Paul Sweedlepipe, Peggotty, Mr. Micawber, Mr. Tulkinghorn;  Dickens either knew or made up a lot of his character names but many of them have become familiar parts of our English language from the novels that Dickens wrote in the mid 1800′s.

OFF TO THE MARATHON…AND ANOTHER GRADUATION DAY

Oh what a beautiful morning at 6:20 a.m.   I am up early to head to the Marathon today….we love to go to the Dome and watch the runners cross the finish line.  They need as much cheering at the end of the race as at the beginning.  Many are so tired by the time they get back to the dome that they are staggering…but others appear to run into the Dome "as fresh as a daisy".     We have watched the Marathon all the years it has taken place…sometimes down on 8th street when the route goes that way; once about 3 blocks south of the starting point when the whole field of runners came by enmasse, a sea of bobbing heads and churning legs…you could not tell the individual runners, so thick was the crowd at that point.  It is always a festive exciting Saturday and today’s beautiful morning seems to be a harbinger of another good race in Fargo.

ABout the second year the Marathon was run, I volunteered to work in an aid station and I was at one that was near the finish…only about 3 miles from the end.  By the time most of the runners went by our aid station, they were tired but still enthusiastic.   The early runners had passed by within an hour of the start and they were in a world all their own, thinking of their times and striving to better that time in this race.  They were nearly oblivious to the people at the aid station unless they needed water.  I was shocked to learn that a truly devout Marathoner will pee themselves rather than stop at a portapotty.  They ARE serious. But the last ones to go through our aid station were rather jolly by that point. Two older gentlemen came through at a near-walk and when we offered water and Gatorade, one asked if we had any whiskey.   Then another one paused at our table, leaned on it, breathing heavily, and asked if any of us know how to do a heart transplant.  That sort of good natured joking and easy friendship made the day worth it.  The aid stations are festive places when they are "manned" by large groups from businesses, etc.  One year I had to make a run to one of those stations and the big group were all dressed in tropical attire, leis around their necks and were having a real Hawaiian Lua with barbecued pork and all the trimmings.  I wonder how the Marathoners feel about aromas like that when they go past.  If one is feeling nauseated they would probably like to stop and choke the cooks!    In a short while we will be at the Dome ready to watch the runners enter at the finish line and we will be cheering and clapping.  Our nephew is among the runners today and also his brother in law so we have a couple of folks to really cheer on!

Today we go to our oldest Grandson’s graduation party…one week after our Granddaughter’s. Those two kids grew up playing together and bonded like a brother and a sister.  Today is his day to receive the congratulations and accolades from friends and family.  Our son(the Dad) has been out and collected some tables and folding chairs.  I have handed over my treasured "Beachboys" greatest hits CD, and now let the party begin!   Our Grandson chose a Beach Theme for his party so we will all be wearing leis again like we did last Saturday for our Granddaughter’s Hawaiian theme.  What fun to see one’s own grandkids graduate!  This is the third graduation for us and now those oldest three are young adults and the oldest is working on her wedding plans for late July!    Where did the time go?  Where are those little girls/boys I used to carry around and play with on the floor?

It is going to be a full and fun-filled day today.  I am up and eager to get going.  But first I have to put on my bright yellow cut-offs and find an appropriately bright colored top to go with them.  Beach Party here we come!   But first the Marathon in all its glory and excitement!

P.S.  One additional "old trivia" item that GramMary passed on to me about yesterday’s blog. She reminded me of the little silky scarves girls wore with their blouses…to match their socks.  And how I remembered the many many colorful little pieces of silky material I had to wear with my white blouses!   Then I also remembered the "dickie" collars we wore under our pullover sweaters!  Little white collars attacked to a small "dickie" to wear instead of a blouse.  They were very cute….(we thought so anyway)   I even had a small angora one that tied at the neck.   So chic!!!  (yonger readers may have to look up the word "dickie".  We older ones know all about them!)

TRIVIA: BLAST FROM THE PAST

Why these things have popped up in my brain I cannot figure out.  I have been thinking about things that were so common decades ago when I was still a very young person.  All of us have such memories stored in the best computer in the world (the human brain) but they do not always surface on a daily basis.  Sometimes it takes a "trigger" and I do not know what my trigger was but it did set off some memories I can call "trivia from the past". When I grew up, it was in two small towns in Clay County.  Neither town even approached the number 2000 population-wise.  At that time there were few "newcomers"…there were "oldcomers"….descendants of early settlers and mostly long-term residents.  Oh, there were new people but not nearly the number of new people in those two towns now!  A few moved in and out of the towns but most of them were there to stay as their families had stayed for a couple of generations already.   Everyone knew everyone else;  people watched out for other people’s kids if they saw them getting in trouble of any kind. Everyone knew where everyone lived.  The downtowns were filled with many many businesses and everyone shopped in their own town.

What I have been remembering is a lot of the small stuff of our daily lives.  Things that have passed from the scene many decades ago and the younger generations would be amazed by some of the trivia that made up our living each day. So here are some of the things that have caused me to think about "those days" in the past days.

**the "sprinkler caps" that used to be sold in hardware stores.   They fit the tops of bottles that were the same size as "pop" bottles, made of glass of course.  No such thing then as plastic bottles.   Each week brought a load of ironing for families because "wash and wear" or polyester fabrics that need no ironing were far in the future.  So each week the Moms sprinkled the clothes from their sprinkling bottles with the funny little sprinkler caps attached.  Sprinkled clothes were put into large bags and the clothes were meant to be ironed in a few hours after sprinkling.  (after we purchased a chest freezer, it was sometimes used to "freeze" the clothes if you did not have time to finish all the ironing). If you did not get the sprinkled clothes ironed on time, they were likely to begin to smell moldy and had to be washed all over again, which was a major job since automatic washers did not exist, at least in my little towns.  I can remember being the chief "ironer" when my sister was a small tot…my Mom was overly-loaded with other tasks and I learned to "iron". I remember getting very dizzy ironing one of my cotton sundresses which had tiny tiny purple pinstripes on a white background.  Sometimes ironing the tiny stripes made me have to sit down and re-balance my brain or whatever caused the dizziness.  You had to iron everything because everything was cotton or linen or some fabric that would wrinkle badly in the wash.   Girls like me had cotton skirts we made ourselves, or our mother’s made them out of 3 yards of cotton fabric.  We had matching blouses to go with one of the colors in the skirt which was usually a print….some of them very colorful and some of them very loud! I recall a "cotton chambray" skirt of mine that I dearly loved for the colors….horizontal stripes of yellow, peachy-pink, and pale brown.  It was good I was the skinniest kid in town or my horizontal striped skirt would have made me appear to be a walking house!  I had a yellow blouse for that skirt.  And probably yellow "anklets".  And probably black and white saddle shoes or later "white bucks with red soles" a’ la Pat Boone, one of our dreamboat singers.

**Pants Stretchers:   These were devices made of metal that a pair of wet pants (my Dad’s pants, in our house) were put onto before they were hung out to dry on our clotheslines.  They were adjustable for different sizes of pants but we only used them for Dad’s cotton dark green workpants.  The pants were stretched sideways, matching up the side seams and they would dry and maybe NOT need to be ironed because they were not all wrinkled up like the rest of the washed clothes.

Long Gone Cereals:   The one I remember best is Kellogg’s  "Pep" flakes.  They were shaped like "Wheaties" but they tasted more "wheaty" or like they had bran in them. They were very dark brown and I loved the change from the old Rice Krispies, Corn Flakes, and Wheaties which seem to have been around forever.  "Pep" flakes were NEW and unique for our day and I begged my Mom to order them from our grocery store which delivered our grocieries to our house each day.  Another one I wish was still around was "Wheat Meal", a cooked cereal. It was a bit like "Ralston" but it was smoother and less likely to lump up in the cooking pot.  I ate a lot of "Wheat Meal" in the cold winters since my Mom nearly always had cooked cereal for breakfast.  "Coco Wheats" which is still on the shelves, was a real chocolate treat some mornings. It was like eating candy for breakfast.

Wooden Clothes Racks:  Since nobody had an electric or gas clothes dryer in that time, wooden clothes racks were necessities in wintertime when you could not hang washed clothing out on the clothes lines.  I do recall that before the snow was gone, if some of it had melted, women would struggle out to their clothes lines to hang up wet clothes which would then freeze stiff and have to be dried in the house on the clothes racks.  The home smelled so fragrant from the frozen clothes drying inside.  There were also "basement clotheslines " but the clothes got ugly down there; they smelled like the basement and basements did not smell nice in those days as I remember…..they always smelled like dirt or stuff that was a bit moldy.  At least ours did.

Seasonal Fruits and Veggies ONLY:  There must have been no shipments from South America back then.  The only time we saw green or red grapes or watermelon or cantaloupe was a narrow window in the summertime when they came from places in the USA that were a lot warmer than our climate.   Green grapes and watermelon were both such summer treats!  Our mouths watered when those fruits arrived in our little locally owned grocery stores (6 of them when I was growing up)    You never saw fresh green beans or strange varieties of greens for salads or fresh corn unless the local veggies became available.  Now we see them year-round from some warmer climate…but they do not taste as good either!  Nobody bought fresh tomatoes from a store; we just waited for July and August when EVERYONE had ripe red tomatoes from their gardens.

Corduroy Clothes:   There was a lot of clothing for kids and teenagers made from corduroy.  You could buy any color you wanted in the local stores that sold fabric.  I had purple corduroy for a jumper, pink and red and white corduroy for slacks….everyone did.  Girls had corduroy clothes that were often made by their moms.  Boys wore corduroy pants for dress up on Sundays and later when "cords" became so popular for guys, they wore them to school every day in brilliant colors of the mid-fifties…..I recall blazing orange on one guy, mint green, cream and white (which has to be washed after one wearing and with no dryers, corduroy clothes looked stiff after being washed).  There was a rage for pink and gray cords among both boys and girls.  Black and Pink shirts and blouses abounded to wear with the Pink, Charcoal Gray and Black craze in clothing when it hit us hard.   One of the grocery store owners even had a two- tone 1956 pink and black Ford sedan which all of us were dying for a ride in….his daughter often obliged us with very fast rides around town taking corners on two wheels until somebody reported her to her Dad who put an end to our harrowing rides in the pink and black Ford.

Sack Dresses:  This craze hit when I was in my second year of college.  I never bought one because I thought they looked so stupid.  There was actually a big sack-like part of the dress in the back right about butt-lenth and I thought the girls who wore them looked like they were smuggling potatoes on their rear ends.  But it was a true CRAZE.  Ugly, but popular for about 2 seasons.  This introduced the "waistless dress" style which exists to this day.  Before the Sack Dress, dresses and other clothing always had distinctive waistlines.  The Sack Dress became poplular among women and girls who lacked the skinny waistlines.

The "New Look" c. 1946:  This new style in dresses and skirts hit the scene almost immediately after WW 2.  With the new sense of freedom abounding and truly good economic times after the war, clothing designers must have felt they could use a lot more fabric in the styles.  Long fitted straight skirts came into being—so narrow they had to have rather long slits in the back to enable the wearer to walk in the New Look.  This lasted a long time, right until the Mini Skirt made its appearance in the 1960′s.  All my skirts, as a teenager, were very long (ankle length), very tight and very hard to walk in.  All the high school full length pictures show all girls wearing these long straight skirts with thick white bobby sox and saddle shows protruding from the skirt bottom.  The non-tall girls look like stubby outhouses with white ankleted feet in saddle shoes sticking out from the bottom of the outhouses.  This style was good for tall girls but there were few tall girls in my day.

Fiestaware in the "Bargain Basement":  When Fiesta ware hit the markets the dishes were sold in bargain basements and dime stores mostly.  It was a cheap dish set.  My Mom bought a huge set of Fiestaware from Peterson’s Bargain Basement in the wide array of bright colors but we broke them as time went on and none survived— only one green  gravy boat with a big crack which my sister continues to preserve in a glassware display cupboard.  I think all our every- day plates, cups, dishes, saucers etc all came from the Bargain Basement as did our drinking glasses which were always of real glass.  The funny thing is that now you can see these dishes in Antique Stores with huge price tags on them.

Fruit Juice Glasses with Oranges and Tomatoes on them:  I loved the tiny glass juice glasses which had either oranges or tomatoes painted on the sides.  They broke all too easily but they were so pretty.  They came with a glass pitcher or bottle with the same oranges or tomatoes on the sides.

Movie Magazines:  "Screemplay" and "Modern Screen" are the two magazines I remember best.  We girls were wild to buy the latest issues of such magazins and I used my baby sitting money one year to order a subscription so the magazine came in the mail…an event I panted for each moon cycle.  It was an inside look at all the movie stars we adored….Jane Powell, Betty Grable, Cary Grant, Ronald Reagan and his wife Jane Wyman, Van Johnson, Esther Williams….all the beauties and handsome men of the era who appeared in our movies we flocked to on Friday or Saturday or Sunday Matinees.  Luella Parsons and Hedda Hopper were the gossip columnists of the movie magazines and they had all the hot stories about who was dating whom, who had been to the Brown Derby or the Mogambo Club or Ciros  in Hollywood, who was married to whom and pictures of the children, et.al.  No really juicy or truly HOT gossip was printed but I am sure there was a lot of it…..it wasn’t allowed in print though.  Quite a change from today’s National Enquirer type of rags and newspapers that one   sees in the shelves in grocery store lines now.

I am wondering if any readers remember things that have disappeared from the scene long ago.  If you do please make a comment.  I am a big nostalgia buff!

THE GREAT PRETENDER….AND OTHER DISASTERS…..

Back in the 1950′s there was a popular song called " Great Pretender" with lyrics that said "I am the great pretender….pretending that you’re still around…"    It was a typical sad ballad about a guy who had lost his best girl and he was  pretending she was still his best girl.  It had a lot of typical 1950′s style "oh oh oh oh’s" in the song too and we loved it!!!

But the Great Pretender lives on yet today….in Connecticut where the state’s Attorney General, Richard Blumenthal, who is running for the open seat left by Senator Chris Dodd’s "retirement" …has made some wild claims about his days in Vietnam.    You do not make such claims if you are lying in a political year, because there are tons of reporters and others who are checking EVERY claim you make when campaigning.  Blumenthal has been caught with his pants around his ankles by claiming to have served in Vietnam during that war of the 1960′s.  At least 5 incidents have been found where Blumenthal made statements about his time "IN Vietnam, when in reality, he spend a lot of time getting multiple deferrments from the military and finally ended up being in the Marine Corps reserves where he was called "Admin Man" by others after he spent his reservist time working on a degree in some sort of administration.  But check out the statements he has made as late as 2009 about his "service" in Vietnam.

November 9 2008 speech on Veterans Day in Stamford, CT:   "I wore the uniform in Vietnam and many came back to all kinds of disrespect.  Whatever we think of war, we owe the men and women of the armed forces our unconditional support."                                                Nobody can disagree with the last part of that statement…..indeed the armed forces deserves our utmost support and respect…..but the armed forces does not take kindly to a Great Pretender saying he "wore the uniform in Vietnam" when he did not do so.

May 18, 2009: Blumenthal spoke again to a veterans’ gathering of some sort and said this:       "We returned from Vietnam; I remember the taunts, the verbal and even physical abuse we encountered."    {notice the "we" references so he was included in the returning military from Vietnam when he had not been there at all}

After being caught in his web of "pretending" (a.k.a: lying about a service record that did not exist)  A.G. Blumenthal made more statements that included phrases like "misspoke" and "got misinterpreted"…the familiar words that long- time politicians use when they are caught lying.  Either that or they resign in order "to spend more time with my famlily"  Remember Hillary Clinton’s words about being caught in terrible gun fire in Bosnia when she was running for president?   She had never been near any gunfire but she vividly recounted how she and her staffers had to run for cover while being in the midst of a hail of bullets.  I guess she decided she had been misinterpreted also and had to make a kind of lame apology for her lie.

It seems like Politicians…the career types anyway…have no seeming knowledge of telling lies; they get carried away and tell big whoppers when they are on the campaign trail especially if they have an audience the want to impress.  Joe Biden is famous for telling all sorts of lies about himself and his experiences throughout his long and sometimes dull political career.  Joe Biden has done EVERYTHING according to him…..maybe even being the one who rescued Fay Wray from that tall building where King Kong (the old one) was holding her in his huge ape-paw.  Al Gore took credit for "inventing" the internet in one of his past lies.  All of them seem so arrogant that they think people will believe them when they lie through their teeth. Now if Blumenthal were a Republican candidate, he would be forced to immediately drop out of the campaign, but he is a Democrat so he will not be forced to do any such thing. Connecticut Dems are already defending him in a weak and feeble manner that only other Liars could come up with.

Then in today’s headline news, we learn that another bank bailout has been transacted on behalf of a Chicago-based bank, ShoreBank, which has ties to Barack Obama.  Valerie Jarrett one of his chief advisors has some sort of history connected to that bank.  Big banks in the nation are being required to lend huge sums of money to keep this Chicago bank from failing and falling off the financial cliff.  Obama has complimented ShoreBank for being exemplary in giving loans to low income people.   Echos of Fanny/Freddy banks who loaned huge quantities of money to low income earners who could not pay back their loans so the banks failed.   That happens when people who take out loans do not pay them back. Duh!!! It pays to know the right people if you need bailing out.

The world markets are tanking today.    The stock markets in Britain, the United States, South Korea, Japan, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Australia and Indonesia (to name only a few) are dropping by big percentages in today’s markets.  The panic is over the EU economic disasters especially in Greece which are all driving the world markets way down.  The U.S. Dow dropped by 209.87 points in the past 24 hours.    The well known "Cramer" of CNBC said the if European countries do not totally collapse in the next 48 hours he would be surprised. Of course that is just his speculation.

Then I read in today’s FORUM that it is 25 years ago today that Sarah Rairdon of Underwood MN vanished while walking home from school on a country road.  Her family,and especially her father, John, worked tirelessly to try to locate Sarah.  Then all of us who remember this time from 1985 remember the shock when Sarah’s body was found in a field near Rothsay, MN and her killer turned out to be her father who had been trying once again to force his sexual moves on his daughter and she resisted so he killed her with a screwdriver stabbed into her body.  If any man should have been hung up by his genitalia and left to flap in the wind somewhere, it should have been John Rairdon. It makes one hope that if this would have been his punishment there would have been flocks of buzzards and vultures nearby.  Instead he is serving a long sentence in a Minnesota prison….we taxpayers are paying for this Monster each day he serves his sentence. Kind of makes you feel like puking, doesn’t it?

I AM SUSPENDING ALL BELIEF!!!!

I cannot believe some of the news from today and a few days ago.  If I had any belief or confidence in this present government/administration, it has left me permanently.  I bet nobody who reads "me" is surprised!  But with the visit and press conference (sort of) between Felipe Calderon, president of Mexico and President Barack Obama today, I am left with my mouth hanging open and my belief suspended….regarding our nation’s present policies on illegal immigration from Mexico.  It is not even immigration…it is illegal invasion, in my opinion.  When you have thousands of illegal aliens from Mexico regularly entering this country without benefit of going through what other foreigners go through to become citizens…it is an INVASION.   But President Felipe Calderon had other views; he complained about how badly "his people" are being treated when they come illegally into the United States.   If "his people" are flocking to the United States by the droves, what should he say about HIS country?  That they cannot stand to live in Mexico or work there or raise their children or send them to Mexican schools so they pour across our borders by the thousands and millions?    I think Mr. Felipe has his screws a bit loose to publicly complain in a news conference at our White House about how badly the U.S. is treating "his people" !!!!  Especially since "His Immigration Laws" say the following in contrast to what he expects us to do for "His People"!      Points in the Mexican Immigration Laws:   1. If you migrate to Mexico you will be required to speak the language (Spanish).    2. No unskilled workers are allowed to come into Mexico to stay.    3.There are no special bilingual programs for immigrants in the Mexican schools.     4. Foreigners will NOT become a burden to Mexican taxpayers…there are no welfare programs, no food stamps, no healthcare programs, and no government assistance of any kind for immigrants.   5.  Foreigners will NEVER BE ALLOWED TO VOTE no matter how long they remain in Mexico.   6.  Foreigners will NEVER  be allowed to run for any political office in Mexico.     If you break the Mexican Immigration laws you will be hunted down and sent to jail immediately.

I would love to see the United States apply Mexico’s immigration laws to the Illegals who are pouring into the United States.

Then we have the incredible case(s) of two higher administration officials, Eric Holder and Janet Napolitano who, apparently cannot read or have difficulty reading or else they are just plain lazy.  That may be more likely.  But they are not lazy about going on television friendly to Liberals and complaining mightily about the Arizona state immigration law that has been passed by that state’s legislature and signed into law by the Governor of Arizona.  Oh, those two have plenty to say about it…..constantly keeping up a drumbeat of criticism about how it "violates civil rights" and may be "unconstitutional" for two rants they both have been on.     Surprisingly, both Holder and Napolitano were forced in Senate and House hearings before committees to admit that they had NOT read the Arizona law at all.    Holder was caught with his pants around his ankles by Representative Ted Poe of Texas when the House Judiciary Committee member questioned Holder about the Atizona law. Here is the dialogue from a transcript of the House hearing:

Poe: (after telling Holder that he (Poe) understands that Holder has trouble with the Arizona  law and may take legal action against it.    "I understand that you may file a lawsuit against the law(AZ) . It seems to me that the administration  ought to enforce the border security and immigration laws and not challenge them."

Holder admits that he has NOT read the Arizona law when Poe asks him directly if he has read it.  

Holder:   I have not had the chance to read the Arizona law.  I have glanced at it but I have not read it."

Poe: " It’s ten pages long.  It’s a lot shorter than the 2000 page healthcare bill."      Poe then offers to give Holder a copy of the law.   After that offer Poe continues:   "If you have some concerns about the statute it is hard for me to understand how you would have  concerns about something being unconstitutional if you haven’t read the law.  Seems like you wouldn’t make a judgement about whether it violates civil rights statues, whether it violates federal preemptive concepts if you haven’t read the law and determined whether it is constitutional or not."

Holder:  "What I have said is that I’ve not made up my mind.  I’ve only made the comments based on what I have read from newspapers, looking at television, or talking to people who are on the review panel…in those who are looking at the law."

Well, all of us could make statements based on what we have read in the newspapers or heard on television couldn’t we?  But this is the United States ATTORNEY GENERAL admitting he has NOT read the law—or as he says , he has "not had the chance to read it".   What the Sam Hill does he do when he goes to his office each day?  Or does he go golfing or whitewater rafting like other government officials do, including the President (golfing during the first reports of the Gulf oil crisis)?   My belief IS truly suspended!

Then we have Big Sis Janet Naplitano on the hotseat at a Senate hearing before the Homeland Security committee.  When Senator John McCain questioned Napolitano about her reading the Arizona immigration law, Napolitano was forced to admit that she, too, had NOT read the law!!!   What she said was that she had "not reviewed the law in any detail"  This must mean that she, too, has been hearing about it from television reports or has heard about it from other people who HAVE  actually read the law.   Once again one asks, What the Heck does SHE do when she is supposed to be working on our Homeland Security matters?    Planning the next denial about a terrorist attack in favor of calling it a "man-made disaster" or an "overseas contingency situation", maybe?  The past foiled attacks….not foiled by any special vigilance from Napolitano’s department but because things did not work for two bombers, one on a plane on Christmas Day and the other in Times Square just a few days ago.  No credit to Big Sis in either of those situations.   Has anyone taken notice of the number of attacks attempted within the United States since this administration took the reins of government?    Only one has been successful when the Army Psychiatrist named Nidal managed to kill a number of soldiers at Fort Hood in his terrorist shooting spree.

All I can do is keep suspending my belief in a lot of things……our security and safety under this administration;  our lack of immigration enforcement and the continued pouring into our nation of Mexican and God- only- knows- what- other- foreigners!!!  Maybe a few who are planning to stage a few "man-made disasters"?

On another Arizona topic:

One extremely humorous reaction to the Arizona Boycotters, especially those from Los Angeles who say they will take away over 8 million dollars by not coming to Arizona for any meetings, etc.    Today an Arizona official said to this effect:  OK go ahead with your boycott of our state but keep in mind that Los Angeles has to get a huge percentage of its electrical power from Arizona power plants that are likely coal -fired in that state.   The AZ official said he is considering getting the AZ legislature to pass another key law soon…..one that will cut off the electrical power that Los Angeles gets from the state they want to boycott.

Two can play that game, obviously.  Nothing would delight me more than to see Arizona carry out their own boycott of electrical power to L.A. and let them sit in the dark without their air conditioning in the summer heat!!!!  Now that is a boycott I could support!!!

MY BLEEDING HEART………….

It sounds like an old song:  "My bleedin’ heart—-will tell on you…"     No that was "Your Cheatin’ Heart will tell on you.." by the late great Hank Williams who wrote it long ago before he died in the early 1950′s.

But I DO have a bleeding heart…..a nice bushy flowering plant right now with many hanging stalks of the pink variety of the bleeding heart plant.  There were so many stalks hanging down that I cut about 4 stalks plus some of the greenery and just finished putting them in a clear glass vase.   My Mom always had bleeding hearts in the spring but I do not remember her making a bouquet of them.  She did with all her other plants but not the bleeding hearts. I may find out that they do not keep well when cut and put into a vaseful of water.  They are beautiful in the meantime.   I am hoping that the plant will still be blooming on Memorial Day but it might be too late by then; I thought it would be a nice touch to honor my gardener Mom with a bouquet of bleeding hearts.  I fear they will be done blooming before two weeks are over.

This bleeding heart is my GREAT MYSTERY plant.    About three years ago, I noticed what was definitely NOT a weed coming up in the month of April in a spot I had never planted.  To this very day, I would swear on things—stacks of Bibles, my husband’s head—-anything very important—that I DID NOT plant that bleeding heart.  At first I suspected my neighbor Jane who is also a great flower and plant gardener.  She denied it with an extremely straight face.  Then I thought my brother in law George had been out and planted it surrepticiously when I was gone somewhere.  My husband says he knows NOTHING about that plant.   Someone is lying I know it!!!!     I may have a few small memory lapses from time to time but not about things I have planted!!!!     I know every plant or bulb or root I have put into my garden beds and I still swear on all those important things I mentioned previously that I DID NOT PLANT THE BLEEDING HEART!!!!

After it had sprung up three years ago, I soon recognized it as a bleeding heart because I remember well what my Mom’s plant looked like when it came up each spring.  It will probably remain the Great Mystery Plant because the Liars around me are not telling the truth…I know it!!!   I still think it is my brother in law because he has been out here many times with getting extra hostas, raspberry starts and all kinds of stuff for his own garden.  He probably put that root in my garden and chuckled to himself about my stunned surprise when it began to show itself the following spring.  Yes, I know it is him. 

Don’t they always say.."Let George do it"  or "George did it".    I am now convinced that HE DID.   Meantime, I hope my little bouquet in the glass vase stays pretty and fresh.   It is a true breath of REAL spring sitting there on my plant table in the living room.  Bleeding hearts, tulips, hyacinths and iris are all the true harbingers of a wonderful summer of blooming things.

I planted things this morning til I reached my limit of hot sun, icky sweat, aching arches and other discomforts brought on by intensive planting.  I got a lot done.  The green pepper plants are firmly placed; my butterfly plant I grew from seed is transplanted;  zinna seeds are sown, sunflower seeds are in the ground;  petunias are placed in empty spots in a garden bed on the side of the house.  I "Pooped Out" before I finished all the zinnas…I still have a packet of yellow giants to seed.  I decided to get a bunch of "violas" also known as "johnny jump ups" (little tiny purple pansy type plants) to fill in my already blooming wildflower bed.  I do not know what kind is blooming but it has the most beautiful small orange-gold flowers on them.  They have come up from other years of planting wild flower seeds.

Right now I am taking my second R and R of the day.  Perhaps before the sun goes down I will plant the kale seeds, the rest of the green and yellow beans and even the gourds and the "Jack Be Little" pumpkin babies.     

Full spring is so wonderful!   I can hear, as I type on my computer , the sound of one of the neighbor’s tractors as it pulls a seeder behind it in a nearby field.  Another wonderful sign of full spring!

SPILL, BABY SPILL!

The tragedy of the Gulf of Mexico oil rig explosion and resulting crude oil gushing into the ocean waters deep below the Gulf of Mexico is yet another testimony to the frailty and stark knowledge that when Humans get involved in anything "natural" like the oceans, the heavens, and the land on earth….things WILL go wrong…not if they go wrong but when they go wrong, seems to be the honest truth.   There are NO guarantees by any company, any government, any human enterprise that things will always be perfectly carried out.  How many times have we seen it?     I cannot even count the ways but I can recall a few:   the Exxon oil spill from a tanker in Prince William Sound that fouled that beautiful expanse of Alaska’s ocean bay;   the burning oil wells set off by Saddam Hussein after the First Gulf War foiled his plans to conquer another Arab, oil rich nation on the Persian Gulf;  the huge forest fires in our western forests set off in a dry summer  after Eco-conscious organizations had "prevented" the removal of old growth underbrush and old trees and it all caught fire by lightning strikes or humans setting the fires alight deliberately;  the Challenger disaster in the skies over Texas when the U.S. spacecraft exploded sending its debris to earth and killing all aboard;    we could all go on and on with memories of eco-disasters brought on by the interference of mankind with nature.  "Stuff" happens with any human intervention in the earth’s natural systems. 

And yet we need earth’s resources.  As time has progressed, we have witnessed the increasing use of those resources for good and for growing prosperity among peoples all over the planet.  Those who would have nothing done to interfere are living in a dream world; they would have all of us returning to the Stone Age,  huddling in caves around tiny fires dressed in animal skins, it seems.    No use of natural resources at all, they cry!!!!   Save the planet!    This is not right either.  We need to utilize our natural resources wisely and safely but things do go wrong when ordinary humans are the ones involved, as they always are.

I wonder about the causal relationship of hysterical planet savers who do not want oil drilled any where..causal to a bad job market in the United States. causal to high energy prices subject to the whims of the OPEC nations whom we depend on for our oil.      Nor do they want any building of nuclear power plants or any new oil refineries or any tapping of the natural gas that goes along with the drilling of oil wells.    What do they want anyway?    I sometimes wonder about the alternative sources for energy….I personally observed huge windmills that are producing electricity in western ND yesterday.  A numberless (to my view anyway) row of huge wind towers turning in the breeze yesterday on a high ridge north of Bismarck in the Stanley ND area showed how alternative electrical production is being worked on.  Yet with all those new wind towers turning, they cannot produce enough electricity to replace the energy produced in the ND coal fields and the coal powered electrical plant that sends so many kilowatts of electricity to the power- hungry cities in Minnesota and North Dakota, only.  What will be the solution to turning on your lights and having a warm home in the bitter winters if the "alternative" sources cannot produce enough energy to replace coil, oil and natural gas?????      Constructing igloos of snow and ice blocks and crawling inside with a tiny seal oil lamp in the middle of the igloo?   Can you visualize even the Greenest of the Greenies doing that?   I can’t.   They are most often the ones who tell the Peasants (us) how to stop using up the carbon- produced energy sources but THEY DO NOT stop using it!      Witness the recent purchase of yet another mansion along the ocean shores in the West by Albert Gore JR.   He, who is so fearful of the oceans rising in the Global Warming he has predicted, is now going to live in another huge many- room mansion that gobbles up enough energy in one month as other peasant dwellings use in one year?  And what will happen if the oceans rise as Al predicted and he and Tipper and their multi- room mansion plunge into the Pacific Ocean along with half of California?  Now that IS a problem!

Another thing that has been buzzing around in the parts of my brain that are designed to ponder things, is the stopping of oil drilling or exploration in certain areas of dry land instead of under many thousand feet of ocean way offshore from the continental shelf.  This has also been law- suited to death… especially in regions of Alaska where the Ecology Radicals think that drilling for oil in the ANWAR area will harm some caribou herds.  This, after the drilling way north in Alaskan areas and the successful transportatoin of the petroleum through many miles of pipeline that runs through Alaskan tundra wilderness to   the south shore of Alaska.   How many oil spills up there?     Unless the MSM is totally asleep at the switch, I have not heard of any great disasters from the oil drilling in the far north Prudhoe Bay  area of northern Alaska.  My one brother in law worked in those oil fields and rigs for his entire working life before retirement with nary a spill or a disaster ever.

Human intervention anywhere runs the risk of mistakes and possible disasters.   But what is the true alternative for today’s millions who have been accustomed to being warm and having electricity for power?    Will someone please tell me?      I need to know how this is going to work for me and my kids and my grandkids and my great grandkids and all the generations that may come after me.

What is most disgusting now is the blame game being played daily by politicians, business execs, and everyone else involved in the big spill in the Gulf.  It is producing so much heat and light that we could "power up" for several generations from the Hot Air being generated in the political realms of our great nation.

As always, we despair at the stupidity, the weakness and the frailty of Mankind’s efforts to deal with the environment left us by the Creator who gave us all these rich resources to husband and use and use wisely according to His Word.

GRADUATION DAY

We have just returned from our Granddaughter’s graduation in Bismarck ND.   She graduated from a private Christian school there….Shiloh Christian School which like Park Christian, of Moorhead, has grown to be a K-12 school.     The senior class numbered 30 students and was a vivid reminder to me of my graduating class of 34 way back in 1956 (when the dinosaurs still roamed!)  It was a great pleasure to attend a small class graduation.

From what the Senior speakers said, the Shiloh school is like a community and also like being a member of a big family.  The closeness, the helpfulness and the close friendships formed there were pointed out by all the seniors who spoke and there were close to 10 fo them.  There was no formal "graduation address" by some adult as those of us in my day had to attend to at our graduations.  I cannot even remember what our "graduation address" was about nor do I recall who the man was who delivered the words of wisdom to our class.  What I remember about my own school experience is the teachers I had, the friends I made who still remain my friends to this day, and the great fun and learning we had together, some of us for 12 years from start to finish.

Another inspiring thing about the Shiloh graduation was its dignity.  The seniors were all gowned and capped in dark blue and all of them were "dressed up" underneath their gowns. It was much more formal than the public school graduations I have attended recently.  There was no raucousness during the program; the seniors, each of them escorted by their parents up the wide aisle to the strains of the traditional "Pomp And Circumstance" music was most touching.  To see these nearly grown up boys and girls come up the aisle on the arms of a Mom and a Dad was so sweet and so touching.  Many of the parents were trying hard not to break down and weep as they brought their son or daughter to the front of the auditorium where the seniors all took their places on the stage…..just like seniors of my day did—-we sat up on a stage also and the faculty and the parents sat below us in the old school  gym. There was a lot of music by the students—-groups of singers plus a faculty member who sang a touching solo to the senior class.  It was all so old fashioned, my heart was touched many times. 

There was no throwing of graduation caps in the air upon receiving their diplomas.  The recessional was graceful and dignified also.  The seniors lined up outside the school to shake hands and receive greetings from those who had come to the ceremony.  Again, it was so old fashioned and so neat…for this Grandma who was so proud of her beautiful girl.

Today (Monday) we had a wonderful trip with the other Grandpa and our son, daughter in law and the oldest granddaughter.  (The Graduate stayed home to take care of the bouncy 6- month old Golden Retriever, Lucy…also known as "Lucifer" when she gets too rambunctious!) When we returned from our day long trip to the ranch Lucy was in the back yard with two of "her girls" and our eldest grandaughter’s almost-husband (July wedding). Lucy was being Lucifer as she romped with the 3 young adults who were bouncing Lucys’ soccer ball. The sprinkelers had been watering the grass so Lucy was in Golden Retrieve heaven getting all wet and feeling natural like GR feels when it is in water!  She greeted us joyfully and temporarily forget her success at obedience training.  She jumped wildly with her big wet paws!

   We traveled west and north to the home place of our daughter in law who grew up as a rancher’s daughter south of NewTown, ND.   That is beautiful country—-the Big Sky country starts long before you enter Montana, I can tell you for sure.  Then the huge and deep blue water of Lake Sacajawea behind the huge earthen Garrison Dam stretches north and west from Garrison and forms the enormous lake that now covers several towns in the old Missouri River Valley,one of which is the hometown of my daughter in law’s father…Sanish , ND.   It must have been strange and also a chilled feeling in the 1950s to see your hometown disappear below the waters of the big lake behind the Garrison Dam but they saw it and they endured it….and many moved to New Town…. which was truly a brand "new town" on the shores of the lake.     The ranch is still as it was in the days when the first member of that family put down roots in Montrail County and began ranching…raising cattle as well as farming..raising grain and hay for the cattle and for the markets.  The hills roll in all directions under the enormous span of endless sky.  The hills are dotted with cows and newborn calves.  The grass is green and lush right now and the cows are enjoying their bountiful pasture.   The old "Cow Camp" which was the original home site of this ranch still endures with it being the homeplace of the family who does the major work now that the owner is approaching his ninetieth year of life.  He is still as lively as a cricket and has no trouble kneeling on a concrete pole building floor to inspect a flat tire on a  Kubota run-around vehicle used for checking on the cows and calves.  Everywhere we went  today in our long and wonderful trip to the ranch, we could see the blue waters of the huge lake and the blue sky filled with puffy white clouds and sunshine all afternoon.

We stopped at a grocery store in town and bought the makings of a "farm lunch" before we set out to see the ranch and all its pastures and cattle and barns and farm equipment.  We sat in the cozy ranch home and ate sandwiches and drank coffee and cold water and ate doughnuts for dessert and chips to accompany the sandwiches; our simple lunch was eaten around the same table where our daughter in law and her parents and five siblings ate many a meal together in that warm and loving home set on a hill overlooking the lake and the pastures.

It was a glorious ending to a wonderful weekend of the graduation party for our Sweetheart, the graduation ceremony at Shiloh on Sunday, and then today’s trip to see the ranch.  I am so tired from being on the go all three days since Saturday but it is a good feeling of tiredness for a change.  It is a happy and content tiredness and tomorrow I will be rested and ready to start a new week….which will end with another graduation for our oldest Grandson in Fargo. The two 18 year olds who are graduating the same spring and who have been such close friends from the time they were just babies together had a wonderful weekend together again also.  They do not get to see each other enough due to living 200 miles apart but they made up for lost time this weekend.  Next weekend it is our Grandson’s turn to take the spotlight and his best Cousin friend who graduated on May 16 will come to celebrate with  him on May 22.   It is just as it should be….a family who is close and who loves each other more than they can tell….doing things together to celebrate a long time of education that has successfully ended at age 18.   Life now begins for both of them in the new world of adulthood.

P.S.  Another truly touching thing we did today while driving through the vast expanses of pasture on the ranch, was to pay a visit to "Henry".   Henry was a pioneer in that beautiful country on the Missouri River.  He was born in 1859 and died in 1917 after a long hard life of hard work as a rancher and an early well driller.  An injury sustained while drilling a well in the old fashioned way which was not so highly mechanized, shortened his life.  His grave lies atop a lonely hill and is marked only by a flat grave marker with his name and birth and death dates.  The pasture grass grows long and wild atop the grave which is marked with native stones found in the pasture closeby.  The present day folks on the ranch have enclosed the lonely gravesite with a square of barbed wire fencing.  I think Henry would have liked that touch.  He would like the native stones which surround his grave also.

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