Disillusioned

It's what I suspect a lot of us regular people are feeling after this fiasco with our Government in Washington.  Irregardless of which "side of the aisle" you're on, it's the feeling that you don't matter. Nothing you do will effect the outcome in Washington.  I'm sure that is how they want us to feel.  Helpless means dependent. Dependency means they were right all along. You need the government to take care of you.  You don't know what is best for yourself and your family.  Only Big Brother knows whats best for you.

I'm tired.  It wears you down.  I'm scared to talk to anybody because they might be drinking the kool-aid.  There's a lot of them out there.  Maybe there is something to this Zombie Apocalypse thing. Lock and Load everyone.  It's going to get nasty out there.

Back again

So running a blog is not as easy as it looks.  Rather finding time to blog is where the problem lies.  After perusing the preparedness blogs on the great Web, I realize that there is a fine line between preparedness( that is being ready for emergencies that would threaten my way of life as it is now) and paranoia. The standards to judge that vary from location to location.  Inner city life would be more dependent on gov't or city services, where rural or country life would be more apt to provide for them selves.  This is mainly due to a lack of services in the rural communities .   Where do I fall in the mix?  I don't know.  Certainly I am better prepared now than in the past, but I feel that I have a long way to go.  I have enough food to last for 3 mos for the  family.  After that we would still be okay for another couple of months on reduced rations.  More later.  Grandpa's needed. 

Food Processing Day

Two paper grocery bags full of squash, 35 ears of corn, 1/2 a grocery bag full of snaps.  Washed, shucked, chopped, blanched, bagged and frozen.  Gardens finally coming in.  Tomatoes are still kind of slow.  Gotta half a grocery bag full of cukes too.  Along with dressing, feeding, cleaning and watching two grandkids, three loads of wash, one load of dishes.  some people think I don't work for a living.  Imagine that. Peace

4th Fireworks

Well actually July 2nd, but you get the idea.  Great show at Freedomfest in Powhatan.  Jason Crabb (sp?) was fantastic.  Had never even heard of him until the last Dove awards where he sang "Sometimes".  Great Christian concert, and Fireworks for free.  Can't complain about that.  I also was home 10 mins later. :)   Little man was alarmed when the first fireworks went off but quickly put his hands over his ears and just sat and watched the fireworks.  Other than that he really didn't seem to have an opinion one way or the other. He enjoyed running around and playing with his cousins and friends.   A lot has happened since last post.  I really thought I was going to be writing more but some days it's just one more thing that I need to do.  Grandparents raising grandkids.  Now there is a subject that I could write volumes on but, If you aren't someone in that situation, you couldn't relate.  Maybe it's just Old Age raising young children that's the issue.  Who knows?   Miss Dandylion is spending the weekend with her aunt and cousins.  Still not used to her not being here at night.  it's good that she is getting independant some.  Well Happy 4th everyone.  Remember our service personnel in your prayers.  Peace

Paratus Familia: The death of a Representative Republic

Paratus Familia: The death of a Representative Republic

Beach Bound

Taking her highness, and little one to the beach this weekend.  Been running around like a chicken with his head cut off trying to get everything ready so we can leave tomorrow night after the better half gets off of work.  I'll be so stressed out by then I'll certainly be ready for a blanket and the ocean sounds.  This will be little ones first beach trip so it will be a blast.  Her Highness and my self will be testing for yellow belt a week from tomorrow.  Real stoked about that.  I'm surprised I've lasted this long at my age and physical condition.  I've noticed that I've actually started  to feel a little better since I've started at Martial Arts World.  Oh don't get me wrong.  There are days I have to drag myself out of bed.  All my joints hurt in the mornings, but once I stretch out, I'm better.  Fibromyalgia and Coronary Artery Disease.  My enemies.  I've decided to fight with everything I have.  Loosing is not an option. Peace everyone!

Finally found it!

I knew eventually I would find something that motivated me to overcome this writers block i seem to be faced with.  Today's headlines on Fox: http://www.foxnews.com/us/2011/06/08/soldiers-returning-from-iraq-say-delta-charged-hundreds-dollars-in-baggage-fees   It seems that Delta Airlines has a policy of allowing traveling service personnel to check in 3 bags free of charge while traveling on orders.   Normally I would give cudo's to Delta for their policy but alas that is not to be.  It appears that some overpaid ticket clerk decided that the 34 soldiers returning from risking their lives for our country would have to pay for the extra bag they were carrying.  The soldiers were traveling on orders which stated that they could check in up to 4 bags free of charge.  Two of the soldiers posted a video of the incident on Utube but has since been taken off. No doubt under orders of their commanders. Many of the soldiers did not have the extra funds to pay the fee.  A Lt. Col traveling with them put up the money after the Airlines would not waive the fee.   I think that Delta's actions are deplorable.  As a general rule I don't fly but in the event I have to, guess what airlines I will not be flying.  As to the troops involved,  God Bless you for your sacrifice and humble apologies for your welcome home.  My grandchildren refer to you as heroes.