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I know I haven’t written a blogpost in a while, and I’m ok with that, because I use writing as a cathartic release for me to release feelings, frustrations, and all.  In all of it, however, if I can help someone, I’m glad, because my purpose in life is to help others get through their own grief and setbacks (of which I’ve endured many as have so many of you) as well as to rejoice in any and all accomplishments.

Anyway, I’m having a rough day today. I have four children, two sons and one daughter that I gave birth to and then my wonderful son-in-law. I love them all dearly.  I also have one grandson (so far … hint hint … to my daughter and son-in-law … 😏). He is the light of Roy’s and my lives, and he’s most DEFINITELY (at least currently) my very favoritest of favorite little faces.  My second son and middle child died many years ago (as I’ve discussed before). My first son (and oldest child) and I have a very strained relationship.  I haven’t seen him in several years, and it hurts my mother’s heart to the core.  Essentially it feels like I’ve lost both sons, and it hurts beyond belief.

Now don’t get me wrong!  I have a wonderful life (with all of its ups-and-downs), and my daughter, son-in-law, and grandson are sheer joys to Roy and me.  Nevertheless, some days are harder than others, and the weight of it all drags me into a very deep hole until I remember to count my many blessings and carry on.  Life is to be lived and not just existed in or suffered through!

Today however is one of those days where my heart is very heavy. It is my oldest son’s birthday (the one that I haven’t seen in a long time).  He’s 37.  I won’t go into all of the reasons why we haven’t seen each other, because it’s between him and me, but since I can’t see him, I then start thinking of my other son who died when he was 17 of Cystic Fibrosis and how hard we tried to keep healthy, and it hurts that I can’t see either one of them (although I know I will when I move out of this life).  When I get like this, my supportive husband, Roy, along with my wonderful daughter hold me together.  Even though Roy has had his own losses (which I won’t discuss here either since those are his personal losses to discuss or not as the case may be) and my daughter has essentially lost both brothers (since she doesn’t really see her oldest brother either), they are always there for me. I guess that’s why we are so close, because we understand each other’s brokenness.

Anyway … below are the lyrics to a very nostalgic song originally from the 1930s, but it always makes me think of my husband as well as all of my children and grandchildren … whether I can be with them or not.  So here’s to my four children … and to my one grandchild (so far 🙂 ).

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I’LL BE SEEING YOU

by Sammy Fain and Irving Kahal)

I’ll be seeing you

In all the old familiar places

That this heart of mine embraces

All day through –

In that small café,

The park across the way,

The children’s carousel,

The chestnut tree,

The wishing well.

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day.

In everything that’s light and gay,

I’ll always think of you that way.

I’ll find you in the morning sun,

And when the night is new,

I’ll be looking at the moon,

But I’ll be seeing you.

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day.

In everything that’s light and gay,

I’ll always think of you that way.

I’ll find you in the morning sun,

And when the night is new,

I’ll be looking at the moon,

But I’ll be seeing you.

I love you all more than you know, no matter what happens between us. ❤️

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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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There was a homeless man up until recently here in my adopted home town that generally hung out near the McDonalds just off the freeway, but he was always nice, friendly, never caused issues, just meandered around.  Everyone around here knew who he was and pretty much watched out for him as “one of their own”.  I think a lot of small towns and neighborhoods have a guy like that … at least much of Main Street Conservative USA does.  

Anyway, sadly he died a few weeks ago.  It took the local authorities a few days to locate his next of kin, but apparently his family lives in NY.  I live in CA.  A lot of people around here thought he was a native to the area, but that wasn’t really the case.  The gentleman’s name was Elliot, and he was only 57.  He had mental issues, but he was never rude or aggressive or anything.  He was protected and loved by the residents of his adopted home town.  

In any case, his younger brother who didn’t even know where he was until a Placerville detective tracked him down wrote a letter to the area … essentially a eulogy for his long lost brother … that when I read, I cried for who this man was and the demons he fought in his head.  I cried because I can see someone I know and care for deeply in the stories shared with us about him.  The letter, though, was beautiful.  It was written as only a concerned sibling could write.   If you’re at all interested, this is the link to the article about Elliot:
 
http://inedc.com/14/“elliot’s-war”-memorial-placerville-homeless-man 

To my loyal readers, I offer this as a simple story about a local icon named Elliot who fought demons most of us cannot understand or imagine, even while being raised in good circumstances.  You just never know what someone may be enduring.  As my father used to say, “there, but for the grace of God, go I”.

Elliot, the residents of Placerville will miss you.

 

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Those of you that have read my blogposts throughout the past several years know that I write about a variety of topics.   I couldn’t limit myself to one thing if I tried.  I have entirely too many interests and ideas as well as a multitude of life experiences, being the age that I am.   

One of my common topics, however, is my children.  All of them are among the most important things in my life and have all made me the person I am today.  Through all of the ups-and-downs, all three of them have made an amazing impact on me. 

My middle child, Keegan, died when he was 17 years old, one year post double lung transplant.  He had an amazing old soul and touched more people in his short 17-year life than most people do in 80 or 90 years.   All of this I have discussed previously.  However, this morning, shortly after I arrived at work, it again became apparent how much impact he had.  I received a message from one of his high school buddies.   I can flat out say … I UGLY cried … which sounds terrible but it was a “truly-touched-my-soul-to-the-core cry” … and once again convinced me of what a truly remarkable being Keegan is/was.

 
Anyway, shortly after I arrived at work, I noticed a private message that had been sent to me via social media.  I checked and noted it was from a good friend that was one of Keegan’s really good buddies throughout school.  Her name is Ann and she has her own blog at:

 http://lostandfarm.wordpress.com 

 
Check her out. She is a wonderful friend, wife, and mother with a wealth of wisdom to share.

 
Anyway, I received the following message from her this morning:


 

 

 
 She then proceeded to state the following: “I don’t know if you remember Colleen ____ (she’s Colleen Houser now) but she asked if I know how to reach Keegan’s family still because she wanted to let them know that Keegan touched a lot of lives and will never be forgotten.  I told her I would pass the message on.”

 
I responded with: “You are more than welcome to give her my email and have her contact me through Facebook.  I’m sitting here sobbing at work.   He died the end of May.”

 
This is what I received in return from Ann: 
 

“I’m sure she’d love that. … she basically grew up with us and we all went to high school together. 🙂  She was often in on our shenanigans with Keegan.   LOL!  These are her books, by the way.”

 
There was more, but I’ll leave it at that.  Colleen contacted me through Facebook.   I remember her as part of the crowd that all were silly together in high school with Keegan and who he counted as friends.  I encourage you to go to her Amazon website and check her out.  It’ll be well worth it.  Her Amazon.com author page is:

 
https://www.amazon.com/Colleen-Houser/e/B00C5RHY00/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1491593348&sr=1-2-ent 
 

I’ll end with this.

 

Even if your life is short, go out and do something big.  Affect the lives of those around you, however you can.   Uplift.  Share.  Enjoy.  Put yourself out there.  Don’t live small.  Live large and you will make a difference.

Carry on, all. 

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You’ve got to be kidding me.

Really?

This afternoon I exited one of the back doors at the building where I work … a California State Government building to be precise … in Sacramento … on Capitol Mall … right next to one of the loading docks.  A co-worker was standing on the truck loading ramp and backing right up into me. 

“Oh!  Sorry!   I’m catching a Pokemon.”

He didn’t budge.

“I need to catch this guy.”

Are you FREEKING kidding me?  I had to push past and slide around him against the wall so I could run to catch the Commuter Bus that was getting ready to pull away, yelling for it to wait.  At least another rider heard me and held the bus.

People!  Get a life away from staring at an electronic device every waking minute. 

🙄

That is all.  Carry on, everyone.  Go out and ENJOY life.

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The excerpt below was sent to me by a friend.  I share for 5 reasons:

 

  1. I live in California.
  2. I am a SMART woman, at least in my not-so-humble opinion.
  3. I have never voted for Dianne Frankenstein and never will.
  4. Yes, California seems to have a penchant for electing obnoxious and totally foolish women.
  5. My husband is from Maine (note the reference to Maine below).

 

Therefore … I offer the below idiocy.

 
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Quote of the day by “Dianne Feinstein”:

 

Dianne Feinstein:  “All vets are mentally “ill” in some way and government should prevent them from owning firearms.”

 

Yep, she really said it in a meeting in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee … and the quote below from the LA Times is priceless.  Sometimes even the L.A. Times gets it right.

 

Kurt Nimmo:  “Senator Feinstein insults all U.S. Veterans as she flays about in a vain attempt to save her anti-firearms bill.”

 

Quote of the Day from the Los Angeles Times:

 

“Frankly, I don’t know what it is about California , but we seem to have a strange urge to elect really obnoxious women to high office.  I’m not bragging, you understand, but no other state, including  Maine, even comes close.  When it comes to sending left-wing dingbats to Washington, we’re Number One.  There’s no getting around the fact that the last time anyone saw the likes of Barbara Boxer, Dianne Feinstein, Maxine Waters, and Nancy Pelosi, they were stirring a cauldron when the curtain went up on ‘Macbeth’.  The four of them are like jackasses who happen to possess the gift of blab.

You don’t know if you should condemn them for their stupidity or simply marvel at their ability to form words.”

Columnist Burt Prelutsky, Los Angeles Times

 

 

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I actually agree with the LA Times for a change.  That’s all I have to offer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As my beloved Daddy used to say …

COMMON SENSE AIN’T SO COMMON. 
To that, I’ll add … particularly in the government sector.  I’ll just leave it there.  It sums up my week. 
TGIF 

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