I reblogged a Glee post on Tumblr. OMG!

Trying to figure out how many posts show on a page, and can’t find it. Where is it? Meanwhile, found a thing that said I have 73 spam replies. Good grief! So how do you tell if it’s really spam or a legit comment? Some are obvious:

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Yeah, I think that’s spam. LOL

to take your minds off the fact that yesterday I shopped at

WALMART!!!!

Needed a new phone, couldn’t find a decent, not too expensive one elsewhere. Really, really hated myself for shopping there. I noticed that the employees I saw did not smile and were not at all friendly, either. Can’t imagine why not. “Yeah, you’re here buying all kinds of cool things (I didn’t), and I’m living on food stamps.” (Punctuation Patrol, I really wanted to put a comma after ‘expensive’ but couldn’t make up my mind if it is correct or not. Anyone? Beuller?)

Anyway, here’s the ‘take your mind off the horror’ thing:

here: LeftAction

Made me laugh.

This is in drafts?!!?I love the sound.  The wind blew quite a lot in Colorado.  When I was a child there.  It’s a very comforting sound to me.  We used to visit my great-uncle up in the mountains.  He lived in a cabin in the woods, and kept wolves.  He was actually from Maine, originally, and had been a trapper, I think.  There were tall pines all around, and the wind sounded like a train coming through.  The smell of the pines was wonderful, too.  And wood smoke.  There was a river quite a distance from the cabin, and I would go there with my mom to pick watercress.  Fond memories. 

It was the cottonwoods that made the soothing rustling sound around our house.  I remember long evenings at my grandparent’s house, sitting on the porch swing and just listening.  I lived with them, right across the alley from my parent’s house, til I started school.  There was a huge old cottonwood in their front yard, and I could walk around it, feet and hands clinging to the rough bark, never touching the ground.   Hearing the wind blow always brings those days back to mind.

I miss that, sometimes.  My grandfather killing a chicken for tomorrow night’s chicken and dumplings, my mom and my gramma baking bread and making apple butter.  Fresh from the oven bread, with butter and still warm apple butter.  God, I grew up in the Walton’s.  We even had a little store us kids would walk to.  Once a month, my gramma would send me down to pay the store bill, and the man would let me pick  a
small  bagful of penny candy. 

Reminiscing.  It’s a good thing.

I have got myself slightly crocked.  Almost talked myself into going across the street for more wine and chips\crisps, depending on your local.  Then I reminded myself that there is still plenty of wine in the bottle, and chips are only on my radar because dental tech told me what to if I
ate some and started bleeding.  So I did not go out.  Drat!

if it’s possible to die from loneliness.

Pretty nice, huh?

Happy Mother’s Day, moms. I am spending mine alone, as I do every single holiday and birthday that comes along. Oh, well. Oooo, cranky. LOL

Thank you, Mr. Rogers.

So I had a tooth out on Thursday, in prep for the bone-building pills. I also found out why you have to have dental work done before you start the shots. You will not heal as well or at all if you are already getting the meds in the shot. My doctor neglected to explain this to me. The dentist who did the work is an MD, DMD, and FACS as well as a tooth-puller. 🙂 Last time I had dental work, just getting the Novocaine was excruciatingly painful, barely felt it this time. Who your dentist/doctor is really matters, it seems. The whole tooth out thing took two seconds. I swear. I was stunned. I had pain meds that afternoon, and have been pain free ever since with no meds. I think I lucked out getting sent to this guy.

I came across this on Tumblr today:

It occurred to me that it must be extremely stressful, as well as eating you from the inside, to live with so much hate, and to have to be constantly on guard against black rabbits marrying white rabbits and other such horrific happenings. I am so glad my mother raised me to not be prejudiced.

If your pizza looked anything like this:

Instead of that dry, practically sauceless, practically cheeseless bread I got last time, I might consider ordering from you again. Until then, ciao.

This was on The Backlot, from Newsweek, originally.
“There is a simple solution for Christians and other religious sects who feel oppressed by gay marriage: If they want to refuse to provide services for a gay wedding—or for gays at all—let them. Except first, they have to take a quiz about their religion and then deny services to every sinner identified in their Holy Scriptures—otherwise, they are using faith as a front for bigotry. Don’t want to bake a cake for a gay wedding? Then no cakes for second marriages of divorced women (Matthew 5:32); or for weddings where people get drunk (1 Peter 4:3); or banquets where the hosts failed to invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind (Luke 14:13); or for women who prayed at a religious ceremony without their heads covered (1 Corinthians 11:6). In other words, these bakers have to close their businesses since, by their own scriptures, everyone is a sinner. Or they can admit their hypocrisy—which the Bible says repeatedly is a huge sin.”

I found this here:
upworthy

It is kind of hard to understand what they are saying, and the closed captioning sucks, but you don’t really need the words.  I’d class this under my ‘good stuff’ Tumblr tag, because compassion. It made me want to cry, though.

If you saw my previous Long Winter post, here’s a picture from today. The trees have been blooming just a few days, and I hope you can see the leaves already appearing, as opposed to it being almost two weeks of bloom in 2010. This is the most extreme behaviour in the fifteen years I’ve lived here. You can see the leaves on the top of the right-hand tree.

Here’s what it looked like in 2010, before the assholes butchered the trees last year. The town has really fallen down on keeping things going well in the past few years. They only plow some parts of the sidewalks on some streets, and none at all on others. They have always plowed the sidewalks well until about five years ago. It’s very disappointing to see them just let things go, and to allow highway department employees who haven’t a clue what they are doing to butcher trees. Yes, I am still angry about it. Jerks.

The trees across the street are blooming. It’s May 2. Here they are in 2010. April 8th.

And here they are April 21, 2010. Leaves are popping out.

This:
“The suggestion that opposition to same-sex marriage has been silenced due to bullying rings untrue. Instead, the opposition wants to speak without having to encounter a response. That isn’t free speech. Free speech is not speech without consequence or response. Free speech does not provide a platform from which others must only listen.”

is from here:

http://www.cnn.com/2015/04/26/opinions/holbrook-marriage-equality/index.html

Just read that the six policemen have been charged with murder. It’s about time this shit was taken seriously by TPTB. It makes me so sad to have to accept that this is my country today. Police are meant to look after us, help keep us safe, not use their positions to persecute, and apparently, murder us. It is an accident of birth that I am white. It does not make me superior to anyone else on the planet. In a just world, it would only mean that I am more prone to sunburn, not that it gives me license to persecute those who do not look like me, believe what I believe, eat what I eat, whatever. Someone just Tumblr’d that hamburg thing where the wrapper was different but the burger inside was exactly the same, to make the point. Get the point, people. Please. Get the point.

Proud

Here’s a list of places to send donation:

usaid.gov/nepal-earthquake

People actually voted this Steve King into office.  This is why it is so important for those of us with actual working brains to get out there and vote for each and every office, even though I know they don’t make voting exactly easy or convenient.  It still matters.

Polis Proposes “Restrain Steve King from Legislating Act” – U.S. Representative Jared Polis.