Why

Here's a few questions I've been asking, "Why?"

1) Why do men take it personally when a male dog is getting neutered? 

2) Why would anyone allow their kid to lay on a dirty floor  and not even think about the shoes, dirt and germs that have been walking all over that floor.

3) Why do people insist on speaking Spanish to me when I clearly don't look Hispanic?

4) Why did I just make a great new  casserole only to sit down and figure out that I’m  not really "fond" of it?

5) Why does it when it rains, it pours? I mean, not only did one virus but five virus’ in my computer last week.

6) Why is pastrami so dang good but so salty?

7) Why do I feel so tired but yet fall asleep and wake up in the middle of the night, only to be wide awake?

8) Why am I worrying about my kids flight from Australia coming up next month? I'm always very concerned about the plane staying up in the air.

9) Why do guys exchange illnesses and symptoms with one another like they are playing a game called, "Top this Pain"?

10) Why do I  read the obits in the paper before anything else?

2 Irish women in a pub

I got nothing so here is a joke that made me smile:

Two women were sitting next to each other at a bar. After a while, one looks at the other and says, 'I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland .'
The other woman responds proudly, 'Yes, I sure am!'
The first one says, 'So am I! And where about in Ireland are ya from?'
The other woman answers, 'I'm from Dublin, I am.'
The first one responds, 'So, am I!! And what street did you live on in Dublin?'

 The other woman says, 'A lovely little area. It was in the west end. I lived on Warbury Street in the old central part of town.'
The first one says, 'Faith, and it's a small world. So did I! So did I! And what school did ya go to?'
The other woman answers, 'Well now, I went to Holy Heart of Mary, of course..'

 The first one gets really excited and says, 'And so did I! Tell me, what year did you graduate?'

The other woman answers, 'Well, now, let's see. I graduated in 1964.'
The first woman exclaims, 'The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same pub tonight! Can you believe it? I graduated from Holy Heart of Mary in 1964 me self !'
About this time, Michael walks into the bar, sits down, and orders a beer.
Brian, the bartender, walks over to Michael shaking his head and mutters, 'It's going to be a long night tonight.'
Michael asks, 'Why do you say that, Brian?'
Brian answers, 'The Murphy twins are drunk again.

(thanks Joe)

Now this is a sign....

5 on Friday

1. How do you react to people begging at intersections?
I'll always try to give something to them , and if it's an actual charity organization or something like selling the vet’s poppy’s, the firemen with fill the boot etc.(in which case it probably doesn't count as begging).  
2. How do you react to people stranded in cars along the road?
It depends a lot on where I am,   All I can personally offer, though, is the use of my cell phone or jumper cables; I'm no good for changing tires or towing or anything like that.  
3. How do you react to telemarketers?
I don't tend to get a lot of telemarketing calls, thankfully (probably because I am on the do not call list), but I'm polite while still trying to get off the line quickly. (Does anyone actually ever buy things from telemarketers? ). I respect the fact that they are working and trying to support themselves and maybe their family. Sometimes I just lie and say I'm under 18 and my parents aren't home or something.  
4. How do you react to anonymous blog comments in your blog?
If they are rude etc. I'll just write them off as a troll and ignore them. If they're advertisement/spam comments, I sometimes will delete them. (For some reason I get very few trolls).
 5. How do you react to online quizzes?
I take them and enjoy them, generally.

Troubles and Woe

I've been having a  rough go of it lately. It seems like every time I turn around, I get another piece of bad news or something else negative (or costly) happens. I'm trying not get all down and "poor, poor pitiful me" about it. It is what it is. And, truthfully, some of it shouldn't have been all that unexpected--if only I had given it a proper place on my radar and not learned to tune out its annoying, constant blip. Just  for the past few days, I woke up and thought, "Hey, at least there's nothing else in my life that can possibly go wrong!" but then--just like that--something else happens.

I'm actually at the point where it's starting to get funny. For real. If anything else goes wrong, I'll probably just starting laughing. That's where I'm at. Truth be told, I've been lucky that the things that have gone wrong have all been fixable things that have just come at a  bad time, and have not been all health related. So, at least I have my health, such as it is.

Life truly is a journey, I feel like I had climbed halfway up the hill and then tripped and fell about two thirds of the way back down. Not only do I need to wait for all the wounds to heal, but then I need to get back up and cover all that distance again. It kind of sucks, but like I said before, it is what it is. As Maya Angelou so eloquently put it, "When you know better, do better." Now it's time to do better. It's hard. It seems like it's going to take a lot of hard work to get back on track. I'm sure that once stuff stops going wrong, and I have a couple weeks of sanity, it won't seem so bad. But for right now, I just don't know. It's hard to get a clear perspective while I'm still in the thick of it. But speaking of Journey, I'm going to listen to Don't Stop Believin' now. Maybe it'll make me feel better.

Out my back door today

The weather has been so horrible hot that I have not gotten to sit back here much this summer. I am hoping for a warm autumn. My windsock is so tangled. Do you see my tree face?

It is looking more and more like September out my back door. Thankfully it is still mostly green and gorgeous still. Little John is still fishing and now has a goose buddy. This is looking down river and shows more of the goldish color of the water plants.My white flowers that somehow survived the boiling hot summer and my neglect. I always only plant white flowers. Love them

Little John