50 Little Things

I am taking the advice of Mer and doing a list today for fun. Might be harder than I think. I am going to attempt to list 50 little things about me. I know many of these may be things already known, but let’s see if I can find some new ones.

  1. I like Yoko Ono.
  2. Today is my husband’s birthday.
  3. I am studying Spanish on the Duolingo app.
  4. I have a banjo.
  5. I own a scooter I am going to ride as soon as it’s fixed.
  6. I know how to solder.
  7. I like Eminem.
  8. I live around the block from my childhood home.
  9. I collect old phones and radios.
  10. I do not like Journey.
  11. I am an amateur radio operator, licensed for 20 years.
  12. I am a Dudeist Priestess able to perform weddings, funerals, etc. 
  13. I love Shakespeare plays.
  14. I love almost all vegetables.
  15. I like to follow Cleveland baseball.
  16. Surprisingly, I like tv shows such as: Wagon Train, The Rifleman, and Gunsmoke.
  17. I am distantly related to Dave Mustaine of Megadeth.
  18. I like Metallica
  19. There is a picture of me wearing a dashiki in my high school year book. I  love colorful clothes.
  20. I used to be on a golf league. I LOVED it. I was a terrible player, but really enjoyed playing. 
  21. I was arrested at 18 for disorderly conduct. The police had to wake me up to arrest me…..
  22. I had my first child when I was 19. He is going to be 34 this year and is a great person. 
  23. My husband says I can’t whistle, but I can.  A little. Badly. For a very short time. hahahaha
  24. I have seen Weird Al in concert almost every year since 1996.
  25. I taught Sunday school in the early 90s.
  26. I like square dancing even though I never do it anymore. Since junior high.
  27. I was a competitive swimmer for 6 years.
  28. OMG How is it not on the top of the list?? I LOVE THE BEATLES! I was in discussion about Yoko today so she was on my mind first. But the BEATLES are IT.
  29. I  LOVE Frank Zappa. He is fantastic. I hadn’t felt love for a musician like this since the Beatles. The Beatles are always first, but then FRANK.
  30. I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan. I have all the clothes to dress up, three wands, of course all the books, regular and large print for when I am older. Anything I can get my hands on Harry Potter makes me happy.
  31. I have three brothers, one a year and a half older than I, one a year and a half younger and one seven years younger.
  32. I stopped smoking 2 years ago this May on my birthday. 
  33. I didn’t care for the movie The Revenant.
  34. I am very afraid of spiders. They can just go to hell. Or away from me. Either one is okay.
  35. I like to fish.
  36. I love to read. Duh
  37. I can change a tire.
  38. I am almost 53 years old and I do not dye my hair. I have a little gray hair but I earned it. I am not going to dye it. It’s short anyway. 
  39. I have been to Alaska.
  40. I do not carry a purse. I haven’t since 1994.
  41. We have a clock in every room, including the bathroom. Do you guys, too?
  42. We use 24 hour time on our digital clocks. 
  43. I do not like bananas.
  44. I love donuts, but don’t eat them because I can’t stop. 
  45. I like to crochet, knit, and cross stitch.
  46. I do not smoke crack.
  47. I watch MeTv with my husband almost every night after he gets home from work.
  48. I like sparkly stuff.
  49. I have the ashes of my last two kitties on my coffee table.
  50. I think this was a fun post for me. Thanks Mer!

The Kit Cat Club

My husband and I just celebrated our twelfth wedding anniversary. We stayed home and just had a chill evening.

Our gift to each other this year was a Kit Cat Clock. Do you remember these? The cat clocks with the clock on the stomach and the eyes and tail move? That clock.

It looks like this:


We love stuff like this. I was looking for a nice clock for my daughter and son-in-law at our local clock shop when I happened upon our little friend Kit here.

I knew he was for us. So I packed him up with the clock I picked for my gift to my daughter and took him home.

He now hangs in our kitchen where we can see him at all times.

Kit Cat clocks go back to the 1930s. They only had two paws then and no bow tie back then. The Kit Cat logo was also not shown on the front. That was added in the 1980s which is the last time the clock design was updated.

He will hang from now on in his place of honor; keeping time as we enjoy many more years of marriage.

All My Children

This past weekend all my kids were home. This hasn’t happened in about three to four years. I live in Ohio and my children live in Virginia, Maryland and Utah. We aren’t able to all get together all that often these days.

It was so nice to have them all together again. They were only here for the weekend, but they all decided to try to get together more often and although the two girls are engaged, their fiancés don’t fly. So, it is difficult to get all the kids and their significant others all together.

This time we had all the kids and my older daughter’s fiancé. We had a big dinner at their grandmother’s house. My husband and I, the kids and the fiancé, my ex-husband, his mother, his brother and family, my brother and family and some close friends of the family.

It was so nice to have the kids all together. I can’t wait till they can all come back together again.


Shaye, Genelle, Bryon and Cherise

Schoolhouse Rock

This morning, as I was finishing my second cup of coffee and browsing through my Facebook news feed, I came across an
article stating that ABC is showing a special of some of the most popular Schoolhouse Rock episodes. This special is on Sunday, September 7, at 7:00 pm.

My friend and I were chatting and I mentioned the article. We both started naming our favorite episodes. I always love the exclamation point episode!

I started thinking about the Preamble episode. You know the one. We all sang it in government or civics class. We the people, in order to form a more perfect union….

It’s a great message I think a lot of people need to remember about the common good and promoting the general welfare.

Anyway, off my soapbox, here is the Preamble, it’s fun to see how much of it we remember.



My husband and I finally got my father’s house totally cleaned out this weekend. My dad died in May last year and the final thing to do for the estate is to sell his house.  We (my brothers and I) needed to empty it out first. I’ve slowly been cleaning it out. Piece by piece. Giving different things away, keeping things for myself, throwing other things away. The things in the house were all fairly new. He had the whole inside of the house redone in 2007, so memories cleaning out the inside of the house were only a few years old. The outside of the house has been a different thing.

Nothing on the outside of the house has changed in the 50 years my parents and then my father lived in the house other than getting siding put on in the 70s.  Nothing had been changed but nothing had been maintained either. The grass was cut by my father growing up and then a company when he was too sick to do it anymore, but other than that, nothing was done. Bushes were overgrown, weeds were everywhere, piles of wood and rotted wood were all around the small property.

That has all been cleaned up. The house looks just like it did when we were kids. All three of my brothers have been there at different times to pick things up or to do some work on the yard. Each of them reminisces about different times growing up. I hear the stories, I see the house, I start to feel sad that it will soon be sold.

But I remember that my brothers and I are lucky. We all grew up together in the same house. We never had to move as kids. Never had to switch schools. My parents continued to live there after we all moved out so when we came home we really felt like we were HOME. I moved around the block from my parents in 1996 and was lucky enough to be with my mother a lot during her last year of life. My father lived there until last year when he died. We are lucky to have those 50 years of memories, not all good, but many happy ones also, to reminisce and laugh about with my brothers.

So I am starting to get used to the idea of someone else living there. I still live around the block and pass the house quite often.

I hope whoever buys it, enjoys it. It’s just a small house with a little fenced yard. It was much more to us. It was home.

My childhood home, looking much as it did when my parents bought it in 1964.

My childhood home, looking in 2014 much as it did when my parents bought it in 1964.



He Can’t Help It

I have a fifteen year old cat who isn’t too smart. Most cats seem cunning or sneaky or in some way intelligent. Not my Stripey. He just isn’t that smart.

Stripe was the runt of the litter, yet he’s the last living member of his feline family. He never was too bright, except when it comes to getting food.

Stripe is the kind of cat who will sit in the corner with his head facing the wall. Not touching the wall or anything, but with his back facing out. Not very smart if you don’t want to get snuck up on by other cats and animals. Which used to happen a lot. You would think he would learn. Nope.,

Our cats used to be allowed out and about in the neighborhood. In our city cats are not allowed out of their humans’ yard unless they are on a leash, same as dogs. Almost no one listens to this law and there are several cats who roam our neighborhood.

Ours are no longer among them. Some neighbor, who chose to be anonymous, called the animal warden to complain that Stripe is always wandering around and is too loud when he meows to come in. Sheesh. So we keep them in.

Recently I have been allowing them outside in the back yard if my husband or I are out there with them (we have two cats). Our other cat, Cleo, has learned she isn’t to go out of the yard or she has to go inside. Stripe? No. He is chased down and put inside almost every time.

My husband used to get so mad at Stripe. He used to go in and out the door every five seconds, even in the rain. He doesn’t bother me so I can’t think of all the things my husband gets mad at him for. I keep telling my husband, “He can’t help it!” he’s a little slow at times, the cat, not my husband.

Stripe follows me around like a little puppy these days. I think in addition to not being too bright, the poor little guy can’t see that well anymore. I love him though. As hubby has come to accept that the little bastard (as my husband calls him) really can’t help the bad things he does (he knocks everything over) things have been much calmer at home.

Now if Stripe does something bad or dumb, hubby just says over and over to himself…”He can’t help it.”



His Girlfriend’s Boyfriend

I’ve had some strange things happen in my life. I seem so boring now. I live a pretty quiet life without much controversy. Oh, once or twice the occasional neighbor ticks me off by calling the animal warden on my cats for being loud, but other than that we mind our own business around here.

There was a time when some crazy things were happening in my life. I was 21 years old, married with two children, the younger only a few months old. My husband didn’t think marriage vows were very important. They kind of cramped his style sometimes.

Let’s see if I can set the scene. We live in an upstairs apartment of a four unit building. The apartment is a long hall with rooms off to the left and a front room with a porch. I love this apartment. Except for the fact that my husband is also 21 and dating the 15 year old girl with learning disabilities who lives in the apartment next door. Don’t worry, her mother very much approves of the match. Did I mention the two children we had? One is a 2 and a half year old and the other a baby less than 6 months old.

Okay, this 15 year old girl has another boyfriend. Her mother doesn’t like this man so she tries to get me to leave my husband and let her daughter marry him. When this fails she works on my husband to leave me. He isn’t leaving me since he doesn’t work and I pay all the bills.

This is the basic living situation for me. I live with my husband who is dating the underage learning disabled girl from next door, whose mother approves of the relationship. This girl has another boyfriend who is 19 years old. He is a rough, tough man. The kind of man who, if he loves you is your best friend, but cross him and he will seriously mess you up. Scary, to me because I know his girl is dating my husband. He is our friend right now since he doesn’t know.

You’re probably thinking by now…why is she staying with this loser husband? Well, that is another long story, but basically I loved him. Such an idiot back then.

Back to the story, one night, in the middle of the night we get a knock on the door. My husband is deaf, he doesn’t hear the door, so I go answer it and in walks the boyfriend. He is covered in blood and looks all disheveled. He asks if he can stay the night. He has a knife. He isn’t threatening us with it, we are cool, we are his friends.

He tells me that he needs to hide from the police. He and a friend just tried to rob a man of the pink slip to his car and the man wouldn’t give it to boyfriend, so he slit the man’s throat and left him for dead. Boyfriend just needs to stay till morning then he will leave, he’s going on the lam.

I think about my children sleeping a few rooms away. What will boyfriend do to us if we refuse him? Right now he thinks we are friends so he won’t hurt us. He wants to sleep next to the front door on the floor. I tell him it’s okay, but please go by morning because I don’t want to get in trouble. He says he would never get us in trouble. He promises he’ll be out by dawn.

He keeps his promise and leaves at dawn. He gets caught a few days later, when the man he left for dead survives and identifies the two robbers. Boyfriend goes to jail.

There’s more to this story, like when we went to visit boyfriend in jail, while husband and girlfriend continue to keep company. Like when, finally, the kids and I move out. It was an interesting time. I love my boring life.