KAKISTOCRACY!

The Rogue Speaks:

Yes, it is a REAL but obscure word.  It means "governed by the worst."  Now you know that I am about to launch into one of my political rants.  It won't be a long one, though.  The packers are coming in the morning and I have to start setting aside stuff that I will be needing over the next few days, so it doesn't get accidentally packed.  I decided to put the toaster and the coffee maker in the fridge, along with all the paper plates, and plastic utensils and cups.  They'll never find them there.  Brilliant, yes, I know!

The Olympics are in full force, and so are the politicians.  Mitt Romney has already managed to piss off Great Britain, and the Palestinians on his three-country tour.  I guess the Poles got by unscathed, but probably because Mitt's handlers cut all the Polish jokes out of his speeches.  This guy is dangerous!  If by some awful disaster, like hanging chads, millions of voters were disenfranchised at the polls, and he was elected president, we would be more than likely to lose allies because of his political gaffs!  And if he managed to seriously piss off one of our enemies, American could become toast, literally!  Diplomacy!  Can you spell "diplomacy," Mitt?  No?  I didn't think so.

Let's face it.  The guy is not quick on his feet when he tries to speak extemporaneously (dog? airtight box? roof of the car?)  Couple that with his mask-like, pasted-on smile and those dead-looking eyes, and you've got someone who could give America a bad name in a big hurry.

And what about all that money he has stashed away in off-shore accounts?  Show us all your tax returns, Mitt!  You want to be president, yet you steal from your own country by hiding assets so they cannot be taxed.  There's a name for that, too--KLEPTOCRACY--and, no, I did not make that up.  It means "governed by thieves."  It's bad enough that there are so many of those in Congress, and we certainly don't need a thief in the Oval Office, now do we??

Remember the expression "Rome wasn't built in a day"?  Well, no one could possibly clean up the ungodly mess after eight years of George W. Bush in only four years.  Think about that one!  The last thing we need is another conservative republican in the White House.

That's my lesson for Miss Jenny's class on Alphabe-Thursday!  I can't decide now if I want to pack more stuff, or nap.  Pack?  Nap? Nap wins.  Bye!

p.s. We are leaving Tucson on Monday, so I won't be around for a while, but check back after August 14.  Hopefully, the van will arrive on time in Brunswick, and I'll be good to post!!!

CHICKEN SPA DAY

The Rogue Speaks:

I was hoping that I could work this post into Jenny's prompt, "Please remit your payment promptly," for Saturday Centus, but anything  I got out of my chickens for their spa treatment would be mere chicken feed. 

Rod pulled the chickens down from their roost in the kitchen.  I was disgusted by the amount of dust and grime they had collected over the years, so I decided they needed a spa treatment before they headed off to their new home.

Waiting to be de-grimed

All bright and shiny clean,

and waiting to go to a new home!

Baby-daddy Rooster's feathers

 are still a little damp.

 

3:37 p.m.:  "What are you doing, Judie?" asked Rod.  "Bathing the chickens.”  "Why????"

“Um, I, um…”   “Take a break, Judie!”

"JUST" FRIENDS???

The Rogue Speaks:

Remember those nice photos of my house in Tucson?  The ones that showed such neat and tidy rooms?  It was great while it lasted, but there are only two rooms that have been left unscathed in the packing frenzy.  The REAL packers are coming next Thursday, but in the meantime, I am doing a little "cleaning and sorting."  Rod pulled all the boxes out of the attic so I could sort out all the Christmas decorations, especially the ones that have not seen the light of day since I called a moratorium on decking the halls several years ago.  Someone is going to have a field day with some of this stuff.  Rod asked what I wanted to do with all the gifts that were in the attic.  Do you have presents stashed away in your attic?  No, I didn't think so.  There is something a little unfinished about a decorated tree with no presents underneath, so 14 years ago, I wrapped up empty gift boxes in paper and ribbon, for that finished look. The same presents for 14 years!  Time to say good bye.

I put the Christmas stuff to be sold in boxes and placed them beside the other STACK of boxes that I have filled up with dishes, stemware, glassware, cooking utensils, books, various art objects, prints, etc., and a couple of furniture items. There are LOTS more boxes in the garage!!!

Now for the meat of this post:

"Who was on the phone?" your husband asks you.  "Oh, just a friend," you reply.  I've had lots of "just friends" over the years, and I'm sure you have, too.  Today I want to tell you about a very dear friend, who is way more than "just a friend."  We haven't been friends for years and years, but you know how sometimes when you meet someone for the first time, something sort of clicks?   We clicked.  So when I was completely overwhelmed with trying to have a garage sale before we move, I called her.  I called her because I was just about to cry in wearyness.  I knew she'd understand., because she is just that kind of woman--understanding, loving, and non-judgemental.  I wanted to hear someone say, "There, there! Everything will turn out! You just need to rest for a while."

We planned to get together, husbands included, and have dinner  or lunch before Rod and I moved away.  She and her husband are coming here on Sunday.  They are bringing a truck.  The four of us are loading up that truck with all the garage sale items, packed up in boxes, and my friend--my sweet, cosmic sister friend--is taking all that stuff to her storage unit, and when the dust settles (literally!) she is going to hold a garage sale FOR ME!!!  Friends like she is only come along once in a lifetime.  I just wanted someone who loves me to give me a little sympathy, and a little encouragement.  My sweet friend went far and above the call of duty.  I love her.

Thank you, Miss Jenny.  I am truly blessed to have a friend like you.

"And in the sweetness of friendship let

 there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

 For in the dew of little things the heart

finds its morning and is refreshed."

Kahlil Gibran

I SAW IT FIRST!!!!

The Rogue Speaks:

I was hunting around on Etsy, trying to find a gift that our granddaughter Kaitlin could take with her to Spain.  She leaves in the fall to work on her Master's! Last week was her birthday, but she was celebrating it in Vegas with friends.  So anyway, I found a really cool key chain!  I'm not going to show it to you because you might try to steal it away from me, and I SAW IT FIRST!!!

The Etsy shop, LJewelryDesign, has some fabulous pieces that I know you will just love.  Here are just a few:

Silver Pendant Necklace

Green Glass Bracelet

Turquoise Disc Earrings

Wooden Pendant Necklace

To go to the LJewelryDesign shop at Etsy,  just click on the name of the jewelry piece, and browse through the wonderful selection that Linda, the artist, has created.

I wanted to put these pieces on my sidebar with all the other fabulous art, but Blogger is messing with my head again, so I thought I'd just post them!!!  Works for me!

Some of us have had some rough days lately.  We deserve to treat ourselves to a little bling,  right???  I thought you'd like that idea!!!  LET'S SHOP!!!

Do Me A Flavor--A True Story

The Rogue Speaks:

Do Me A Flavor

This prompt for Saturday Centus brought back some sweet and tender memories.  That phrase, or at least part of it, is one that is very familiar to me, because it was used by one of my dearest friends ever.  “Hey, can you do me a flavor?”  “Sure!  What is it?”  I heard that so often in our relationship over the years.  I never heard “a birthday party flavor” but it could have been spoken at some point, had he not died young.

It’s strange how a phrase, when heard years later, can bring on a smile, or a tear.  What an amazing thing our memory is!

Short but sweet, Centusians!  Jenny really came up with a winner this week, so start writing!  I'm coming over to check on you!!

IS IT hooterville? I THINK NOT!!!

The Rogue Speaks:

When I wrote and told my 8th grade sweetheart, Henry Strozier,  the OceanSpray guy on t.v., that we were moving to Brunswick, Georgia, his response  referred to that town of only 30,000 people as "Hooterville," and told me I was moving to a cultural wasteland.  He was in St. Augustine at the time--close enough to Brunswick that we can get together the next time he and his wife are at their vacation home there for a few days.

O.k, so I am moving into a hotbed of conservative Republicanism, but it couldn't be any worse than Tucson, where the state legislature voted to allow people to carry guns everywhere, even in restaurants, and Sheriff Joe Arpaio has "proof" positive that Obama's birth certificate is a forgery.   I told Henry that if I was quizzed on my political stance by anyone in "hooterville," that I would simply say, "I am an artist--we don't do politics."  Of course, you all know that that is a LIE.  I do politics, but only with those of my own kind.  Yes, I know that some of my readers are not of my political persuasion, but they are NICE about it.  Hmmm, well ONE wasn't--but that's another story.

Does our new home look like hooterville?

I think not!!

Brunswick may be small, but it has a LOT to offer!  It has that deep south charm that many people dream about, but it is a progressive city.  Tourism is always big in any coastal area, and Brunswick has many fine restaurants and hotels.  The shrimping business is very big there, and until one has tasted Georgia wild shrimp, straight off the boat, one has not truly lived.  The same holds true for crabs.  No! Not THOSE  crabs!  Shame on you!!!

THESE crabs!!!  Yum!!!

The architecture of Brunswick is NOTHING like the architecture of hooterville.

Brunswick, Glynn County Courthouse

old home in Brunswick--we looked at several

before we decided.

Can you blame me for wanting to live in a place where views like these abound?

Sidney Lanier Memorial Bridge

Brunswick Marina

Brunswick shrimp boats at sunset

Brunswick salt marshes

So you see,  we're not moving to hooterville--we're moving to the place of our dreams.

We'll soon be "Gone With The Wind!"   Hahahahaha!!!

Miss Jenny has lots more students in her Alphabe-Thursday class, so hop on over and read their homework papers!!!

The Snuggie

The Rogue Speaks:

ARRGH!!! Blogger's messing with my head again, so please click on the title of my Snuggie post so you can leave a comment.  Thanks!!!!

Saturday, already?  With trying to get ready to move, I have really lost count of the days!  I have been cleaning out closets and bagging up stuff for Rod to take to Good Will.  When our son, Jeff, whose funny remarks you've read here before, was little, he called it Uncle Will!  So here is my offering for Saturday Centus--it fits in perfectly with my life right now.

“The Snuggie"

I know you know "The Snuggie,"

that flimsy piece of fleece,

that's touted on the t.v.

by a guy as slick as grease.

"I know Mum would love one!"

Rod chortled with a grin.

"She loves a warm and cozy robe

to sit and daydream in."

I eyed him quite suspiciously.

“He’s joking” s’what I thought.

He seemed so very happy

With the ugly thing he bought.

He listened as the hawker said

In glee, “But wait!  There’s more!”

And did they send us two of those?

Those morons sent us FOUR!!!

Good Will’s around the corner.

I loaded up my car.

Let someone else discover

How cheap those Snuggies are!