I have always loved old-fashioned things. Ladies used to ‘dress’ when they went into town. They wore dresses, gloves and hats. And such fabulous hats we wore…
Photo taken at the August Tea Room in Livermore
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I Don’t Remember Voting For That…
Is my memory getting bad, or did I miss the election where we voted about getting rid of “In God We Trust” on American money?
Wouldn’t there have been a big hullabaloo months prior to voting? I do remember how it was before we voted about gay marriage. So many phone calls, leaflets in the mail, TV and Radio ads. We were bombarded by everyone’s opinion every damned day.
Why didn’t hullabaloo happen about our money? Because we the people didn’t get a say in the matter. Something about separation of religion and government we were told. Oh poppycock! Our money doesn’t say “In Religion We Trust”. It has the word “God” on it.
When did “God” become an unmentionable word in the American language? Hmmm… Oh wait – I know! When we started kissing the asses of every whiny group or organization that said America was infringing upon their right to not believe in Christianity– that’s when. How a dollar and change infringes anyone’s rights to their beliefs is puzzling to me, but by all means, let’s re-tool the mints and issue one dollar coins (because those Susan B. Anthony bucks were such a hit, ya know) that don’t have that word printed on them.
Why am I pissed off? Because I learned how to say the pledge of allegiance in school, and we stood with our hands over our hearts and said it. Out loud. Every morning. My granddaughters are denied the right to observe this American tradition. All because somebody was “offended”.
The ass kissing did not start, or stop at this trusting God on our money thing either. America has been so busy trying to be diplomatic and not offending anyone, that we are infringing our own rights. We are shaping and changing our American traditions and culture to please others.
This scares me – a lot
I Can’t Say No
I am tempted by many, many things. Things as diverse as items for sale at a flea market. I won’t go into them now because I can say “no” to them without much difficulty.
Popcorn, however, is a different matter.
I can’t get enough of it. One little microwave bag can hold me for a while, when I’m desperate, but this girl needs the mega bucket at the movies. If at home, I sweet talk hubby into making the “good stuff” using a beat-up old pan, on the stove, popping a huge batch of white popcorn in butter flavored Crisco. Salted well, of course. He has perfected this skill. No doubt because of constant practice.
My favorite son-in-law uses a large old-fashioned popcorn machine to make a large bin of movie-style popcorn right there in the family room. He, my daughter, and granddaughter also love popcorn. So why do they make fun of me? It’s healthier for me than potato chips or sweets. So what if I want it every night for dessert? And every day packed in my briefcase to take to work and eat with my lunch?
Go ahead and jest. Just pass the popcorn!
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