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I haven’t written much in eons but that doesn’t mean that I won’t again sometime soon.  That being said, there is truly no excuse as to why I haven’t written much.  I guess it boils down to just having other priorities that got in my way.

In any case, I just wanted to throw this out there … not that it means much about anything … but since writing is cathartic for me and how I voice some of my feelings and stresses … I sometimes get the itch to write about something.  Sometimes I take long breaks from it, and sometimes I just write and write and write and it’s hard to stop.

So, loyal semi-followers, don’t give up on me.  I can feel some stories coming on soon.

 

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Today would be Keegan’s “fake birthday” as he used to call it. He’s my Leap Day Baby, so there’s not a “real birthday” this year.  Since he only had those every 4 years, on the off years, he swore that his birthday was on both February 28th and March 1st.  Ok … he had that sort of personality … so I’ll go with it.  He had a particular love for Dr. Demento songs.  So while I don’t think this is included in any of the Dr. Demento collections and I know that he never heard it since he’d died before it came out, every time I hear it, I know he’d have laughed uproariously at it … and loved it.  So … my Leap Day baby boy … I dedicate the song “Banana Man” by Tally Hall to you.

I challenge you to find it on YouTube. It makes me laugh every single solitary time I hear it.

I miss you, baby boy!

Keegan Crowley Wahler

2.29.1984 to 5.30.2001

WTF

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I was blessed with my beautiful baby girl at 5:47 pm on New Year’s Eve 1988. She was, is, and continues to be one of God’s gifts 🎁 to me and the rest of the world.

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ou with my entire soul, Kara. I am honored and blessed to be considered your mother.

❤️

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I love my little rice 🍚 cooker, like I’d said in a prior post when it died.  Guess what!?!?!?!  It’s been resurrected from the dead due to fancy electrical footwork by my one and only, Sir Roy!  I’m so happy (yes, I’m easily pleased like that)!!!  It’s been my faithful dependable little workhorse appliance over the years.  Woohoo!!!  It *LIVES*!!!

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I don’t know who originally wrote this or I’d give credit where credit is due.  It was anonymous when I received it as an email forward from a friend.  I generally don’t use email forwards but this is not only telling of current societal and cultural issues but also sad and unfortunately right on the mark for many that are your basic salt-of-the-earth citizens.

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I USED TO THINK I WAS JUST A REGULAR GUY, BUT …

 

I used to think I was just a regular guy, but …..

I was born white, which now, whether I like it or not, makes me a racist.

I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which by today’s standards, makes me a fascist.

I am heterosexual, which according to gay folks, now makes me a homophobic.

I am non-union, which makes me a traitor to the working class and an ally of big business.

I am a Christian, which now labels me as an infidel.

I believe in the 2nd Amendment, which now makes me a member of the vast gun lobby.

I am older than 60, which makes me a bit less than I used to be.

I think and I reason, therefore I doubt much that the main stream media tells me, which must make me a reactionary.

I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe.

I value my safety and that of my family and I appreciate the police and the legal system, which makes me a right-wing extremist.

I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual’s merits, which today makes me an anti-socialist.

I believe in the defense and protection of the homeland for and by all citizens, which now makes me a militant.

Recently, a sick old woman called me and my friends “a basket of deplorables”.

I need to thank all my friends for sticking with me through these abrupt, newfound challenges in my life and my thinking!

I just can’t imagine or understand what’s happened to me so quickly!

Funny . . . it’s all just taken place over the last 8 years!

And if all this crap wasn’t enough to deal with, I’m now afraid to go into either restroom!

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It doesn’t matter how old someone is or how long a true “daddy” has been dead.  Today would be my father’s birthday.  I still miss him and I always will. 

I was an awkward gangly smart-mouthed little girl.  I was tall (actually … lol … I still am), skinny, red haired, fair skinned, and freckled.  I have worn glasses or contacts since I was 7 years old.  I was too smart for my own good and didn’t fit in with any particular crowd.  He always encouraged me to be who I was at my core and loved the fire in my soul.  Most definitely not everyone liked it, and it frustrated and angered him at times, but he never wanted to squelch it.  He celebrated me.  This is how he would have described me …

Nevertheless my daddy always made me feel beautiful … even when my sharp tongue got the better of me. 

I know I am incredibly blessed to have had a daddy like him.   Not everyone is so fortunate and I am sorry for that.  He taught me to be a strong lady that could handle and withstand anything life threw at me. 

Daddy, I miss you.  I always will.  Go fishing 🎣 with Grandpa and Keegan up in heaven today to celebrate 🎉 your birthday 🎂.  

❤️

Glenn B Crowley

8.25.1924

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I had to give my favorite little staple kitchen appliance a much-deserved funeral this week.  It was quite sad, to be honest with you all.  😢

When I was very young and newly married, my now ex-husband and I had friends come over for dinner.   I don’t remember what the main course was, but I remember cooking rice with it.  I flat out burned the rice to a crisp on the stove.  The other couple found it very funny … whereas I was mortified.  He was Asian, and I was attempting to do something nice for him.  Obviously, it backfired … but it was a running joke from then on.  😆

Anyway, the very next weekend, they invited us for dinner at their house … and gave us a present of a very basic rice cooker.  We all laughed and they swore we’d love it.  I did!!!  🙂

The brand was National, manufactured by Matsushita, which is a predecessor to Panasonic.  This magic little cooker was amazing.   It cooked the rice and magically turned off when it was done so I couldn’t burn 🔥 it.  It was a very basic unit that worked solidly for a little over 40 years.  😱  

I loved this thing.  ❤️  It’s travelled with me in various moves and took a beating from children misusing it and from my very regular use.   It just kept ticking.  👨🏻‍🍳 

Well, it kept ticking until this week when it just wouldn’t fire up.  It was tired.  It wanted to return to the appliance heaven in the sky.  I was devastated.   😮  Of the number of appliances that came and went in my house over the years, this one gave me way more than I bargained for.  👍🏻

Rest easy, little rice cooker.  You deserve it.  You’re already missed.   😧

Now I have to find a new one.  The task is daunting.  😏

Carry on, everyone!

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