Oh DEER…..

After maybe a full five years of discussing, researching, planning and preparing, we FINALLY left home for a cross-country road trip this past June!

We left our home in Southern California bound for Chicago first, then Ohio. Along the route we had FINALLY decided on, were pre-paid motel reservations made thru Travelocity, and carefully prepared lists of things we wanted to do and see at both destinations, and along the routes in each direction.

Two weeks would fly by fast, but we did accomplish at least 90 percent of the to-do items on our list. An unexpected overnight in Wyoming for unexpected car repair stole a whole night and day from our schedule of events halfway from home to Chicago, and a surprise night and day in Memphis, Tennessee on our way home from Ohio for yet ANOTHER car repair issue snagged another day and night of our time.

Not to mention the extra cost for unplanned motel rooms. Luckily, being “seasoned” travelers, we had planned for extra expenses and didn’t have to melt plastic to take care of these “detours” to repair shops.

But you might be wondering what any of this has to do with the title of this post, and so now I explain…..

…We both love animals, appreciate all they have to offer as we observe them in their natural habitat or as pets…I have always enjoyed watching the hillsides, the meadows, fields and catching sight of a wild animal.

Oh DEER…..oh Dear…doe, a dear, a female deer, was the first remarkable wild animal to gaze upon as she stood on the side of the road, arching her graceful neck to reach the leaves of some tree she was nibbling upon. Her baby was at her side. It was a beautiful scene, we approached before I could get the camera ready and we sped past before I could do more than just look.

This was in Utah, and from that point all through the day and into evening, it seemed we saw a deer here, a deer there, and sadly, a deer on the side of the road.

Deer standing together in a green field, heads down as they grazed, one deer standing on the side of the road looking across the highway. Another deer drinking from some pool of water not far off from the side of the road, and two deer that scampered into a little copse of trees before we could get a good look.

In addition to the beautiful deer who graced our journey were future steaks and burgers grazing in their fields, and some sheep. These of course were not wild, but fun to see, anyway.

We had remarkable sunrises and sunsets and met some awesome people along the way. We apparently missed some supremely bad weather, rainstorms with hailstones and near-tornado winds, and even the mosquitoes waited til we left the Midwest before they swarmed out to cause their misery.

We met with family, saw some sights, each day different and fun. No one became ill or was injured during our trip, and aside from the two relatively inexpensive car repair moments, it was a wonderful vacation!

We arrived home on schedule after all, the house was still standing and all was well. I just recently purchased a large scrapbook for our journey mementos and pics and notes, and handed postcards to some friends and neighbors, since I took the address book, but didn’t manage to write on, address and send any cards.

We have reminisced, shared some of our favorite stories with friends, and keep in mind the 10 per cent of planned events on our “to-do” lists that still need “done.”

Of my favorite memories will always be the moment I stepped up onto the Chicago sidewalk amidst the magnificent high-rise buildings, after my first-ever ride on a Subway, and the night we sat on the front porch of my cousin’s beautiful Craftsman style home with a light rain falling all around, enjoying her delicious home-made cheesecake and margaritas.

We don’t see wild deer here in the Southern California desert where we live, but other creatures regularly visit even our fairly suburban neighborhood yards…like the three bunnies out front this morning, and hummingbirds who don’t even care if I am sitting with my morning coffee less than five feet from their breakfast.

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So Porn Stars and Playboy Playmates, Hush Money and spankings with a Forbes Magazine, a beautiful woman being chased around a hotel room by Trump in his undies, and another little gem I wish I could UN HEAR – Thrusting Genitals.



The actress who epitomized being a white, blue-collar, red-neck, barely educated, mother of questionable child-rearing skills, low-class, loud-mouthed, enabler of a wife who put up with a boozing husband making a sometimes living and obnoxious children.

The actress who portrayed BRILLIANTLY this fright of a creature whose only exercise was lifting her fork.

The actress who gained fame and fortune from the long-running sitcom bearing her name as it’s title, who when honored with the opportunity to sing the NationalAnthem before a baseball game years ago, concluded her effort by GRABBING HER CROTCH AND SPITTING !

Trump is crowing now about how her new show is ALL ABOUT HIM…..he has shown us ad nauseum how he can blast a black NFL athlete/team/coach when they dare to “take a knee” in a personal protest moment while the anthem is played before a football game, but where was he when Roseanne performed her CROTCH-GRAB and SPIT routine????

Oh wait – \here’s a clue – they have a lot in common with that CROTCH-GRAB  thing!

I will NOT contaminate my big-screen with the pixels of the new Roseanne offering, nor suffer my eyes and ears to see and hear this atrocity of a “reboot”.

I also DO NOT BELIEVE that the majority of AMERICANS are like her and her fictional family, or at least I certainly HOPE THEY ARE NOT.

Remember, this is SIT COM – which satands for SITUATION COMEDY…..

We actually don’t need a new show of this nature – DAILY LIFE FROM THE WHITE HOUSE HAS BECOME SUFFICIENT IN BOTH “SITUATIONS” and “COMEDY” to provide all that……when we can, as a country, least afford it.

Every morning and every night I count my many  blessings, I pray for loved ones, neighbors and friends, those in need and the sick.  I pray for our country and our collective sanity as we BRAVE the onslaught of B.S. the Charlatan in the White house keeps dishing

CHARLATON, I SAY AND CHARLATON I MEAN…..you have the Internet, Look it up!

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This one is political – at least as regards my current take on things happening in our country – namely things being generated out of the White House. By Trump.

It does NOT take a degree in psychology or experience in dealing with mental and emotional depravity to recognize the un-ending cycle of ill-chosen words (on camera), the ongoing explanations that DEFY logic, given that we are the United States of America, or the escalation of tensions “someone” is causing by pretty much systematically  insulting the rest of the world, none of which benefits America.

Looking way back, there’s a long trail of insultive things said by “the Donald”, candidate Donald J. Trump, and sadly, over the past year and then some, “President Trump”, who in fact, shouldn’t be in the white house, because he didn’t WIN the election.

To that truth, this country was founded on being a country OF the people, BY the people, FOR the people, etc., and the time to abolish the Electoral College has certainly come.

Be it Trump or anyone ELSE, I personally think that ANY election should consist of votes and who ever gets the MOST votes is the winner….Back when I was in school, there were elections for  Student Body President, Treasurer, etc etc, and etc, and never ONCE do I recall some “aside” to the actual vote count that affected the elections by placing the person with the least votes in office.

Only one of a LONG list of unthinkable things, the news has dissected and attempted to explain and understand the “take” we are seeing and hearing from the man in the white house about, for example, the embarrassment of Rob Porter, who couldn’t get a full security clearance due to his past history of domestic violence, YET WAS HIRED AND SERVED so close to the “top” despite that fact.

AS IF THAT WASN’T BAD ENOUGH, it was rumored that Porter was  having some level of personal “romantic” involvement with HOPE HICKS!!!!!!!

Trump is THE POSTER CHILD for all things confused, deceitful, selfish, sleazy, unethical, troubled, and more (and worse.)

TOXIC  and DISTURBING, to say the very least.  Yet here we are, on an almost daily basis, waking to another new sick twist to the world of Trump.

Only Twits Tweet – or 13 year old kids and teens and sorry, I just don’t like Twitter.  It is by it’s very title NOT dignified and certainly should NOT be used for anything serious. Especially a life-threatening situation and then be found to be a “mistake”????? OH GOD!

(remember the bomb scare in Hawaii???)

Twitter is NOT the way for anyone anywhere to be advised that there is a nuclear missile or any other type of attack pending and be told they had maybe 15 or 20 minutes to live.

I think Trump personally caused this, it was just a matter of time, his “strong rhetoric” as he likes to brag about it, is responsible.

What do MOST kids learn in Kindergarten?

How about getting along with your classmates?  How about sharing your crayons and paste?  How about saying Please and Thank you and learning to enjoy learning?  How about getting in line quietly and following the rules?  How about learning all the words to the Pledge of Allegiance and the National Anthem?

I think Donald J.Trump was not paying attention to anyone ELSE in the world, EVEN in his days in Kindergarten…..he certainly must have been even then, primarily focused on his OWN needs.

I bet his Kindergarten teacher told his parents at Conference Night that little Donny    “Does not work well with others.”

Saw a greatly enjoyable movie years ago called “War Games” about some teens who were entranced with the world of Video Games, and the new phenomenon of Computers and the Internet, and somehow managed to log into the REAL NORAD Defense System, and after several nail-biting twists and turns, the world survived anhilliation at the last minute  after OFFICIALS discovered what was happening, stepped in and saved the day.

In some way, that movie was as prophetic and disturbing as was George Orwell’s book 1984, about the future, much of which has come TRUE…..

So you wonder – did Orwell’s book take a look at the certainties of the future, given the technologies of the day and the societal movements underway, OR did technology and society somehow (and hopefully un-intentionally) use the book as a blueprint to move forward?  Regardless, some of where we are today is HORRIFYING.

Then I think it was Kurt Vonagut who wrote the little political ditty called Farenheit 451.  It was required to reading in high school.   I don’t remember anything about it except the title, and that 451 degrees Farenheit is the flash-point of paper.  I guess that is significant to the book, maybe I will look into it once again.

There is a strange sense of “reality” going on – I was in the ER recently – and while there. the topic of Blood Pressure came up with the doctor – turns out my PERSONAL B/P reading was, as almost ALWAYS has been, excellent and within normal ranges or even toward normal/low range, despite my illness.

But the DOCTOR mentions how there is now something called by the medical world,  the “Trump Effect” as regards Blood Pressure of the general population, that the Blood Pressure norms in America have been raised in the overall adult population since Obama left the White House. We were not surprised, but it is alarming, nonetheless.

As has been so MUCH that has happened under this ridiculous Administration…the musical chairs/revolving door of important Government players, those who have made some unfortunate decisions of thier own, or were just the latest to fall to the “Flying Finger of You’re FIRED”, aimed at them for some transgression, real or perceived, by the Apprentice Dictator himself.

Did we, as a country, not recognize the man who reveled and gloried in the power of the “You’re Fired” palette to paint the futures of some would-be millionaire hopefuls on his TV show, wouldn’t HESITATE to use that little (and I DO mean LITTLE) personality trait once he was in the White House?

Well I guess “we” either DID recognize it, and A) didn’t care, B) thought it would be ok, or we DIDN’t recognize it as a dangerous propensity that would sooner or later and as we now see, repeatedly, comes to bear and the unfortunate Senator or Aide or Cabinet Member or whoever, is caught inescapably in the cross-hairs.

I am so glad I don’t work in the White house.  Ironically, in the very recent ugly business of the President verbally maligning “shit hole countries” who dared to send immigrants here, instead of the apparently more palatable to him Norway, (for example), WONDER IF TRUMP WOULD HAVE THROWN HIS HAT IN THE RING IF OUR WHITE HOUSE HAD ACTUALLY BEEN CALLED THE BLACK HOUSE, OR THE BROWN HOUSE?????

I’m sorry, people, I have been waiting since November 2016 to find a way to use that last musing about the actual paint color of the building that represents our President’s office and residence.  At the very least right now, I think it will ALWAYS be called the White House which is fine with me but now it is tainted and dirty.

Is it too late for Barack and Michelle to head back to DC?  Or maybe Jimmy and Rosalyn aren’t very busy these days….we could sure use a hand.

A dignified, qualified, caring hand.  If things keep going on like they have been, when we DO get North Korea’s little “package” on our hallowed shores, our former allies in the world probably won’t step up to give us a hand after all that has happened, or has been said or done to insult them.




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Several weeks ago, I recorded a program on our local Cable PBS station, most people have probably heard of this group – CELTIC WOMAN.

For a number of reasons, none of which are important enough to detail here, but which include an ambulance trip to the ER and a week’s stay at the hospital,THEN  battling the flu that I caught while there and FINALLY triumphing over the lung-wracking cough and general feeling of yuck, I didn’t devote an evening to watching said recording until YESTERDAY!

So up until then, IRELAND, FOUR LEAF CLOVERS and LEPRACHAUNS had figured mostly through my life as trying to remember to wear “green” to school so as not to be pinched all day, enjoying a meal of corned beef, potatoes and cabbage then the leftover corned beef on rye sandwiches with sauerkraut, and the corned beef hash that everyone loves, and as companion birthday decor for my son, who just happened to be born on        St. Patrick’s Day.

In our family as I grew up, ethnically it was made clear my mom’s entire family was naught but big ol blue eyed Swedes and a sprinkle of some German that married in, and on Dad’s side was supposed to be English and Austrian.  Period. That was it.

Those who first came to this country from Sweden very intently became AMERICANS, and left behind much or most of the Swedish in them, the kids all grew up speaking English, the Swedish traditions fell by the wayside and even the traditional cuisine.

It was the same on my dad’s side, his father from England as a child with his parents to America, and my dad’s mom from Austria.  Dad’s mom kept to certain traditions as regards foods and such, and even after all those years here, when I was a little girl, my dad’s mom had a beautiful “European” accent.  All else though, was American.

So yesterday as I so thoroughly enjoyed watching the recorded show, wonder and appreciation for the flat-out beauty of it all set in in a big way.  The performers (the Celtic Women) themselves, are simply beautiful, although many different “looks”.  They weren’t cookie-cutter “Irish” as I kind of expected, red hair and freckles, that kind of thing. The “costumes” I had expected, weren’t really costumes as much as a variety of evening gown couture, and beautiful as well.

The stage setting was gorgeous and lent itself to the graceful dance and choreography of each song.  There were men, too, and THEY were beautiful.  The songs were well spaced with a bit of “history” or “banter” and the instrumentation was superb.  I turned up the volume more than once.I increasingly felt a sense of amazement at the ensemble’s talent.

By about halfway through, I ALMOST WISHED I WAS IRISH!  Indeed, it would be such a pleasure to “claim” the loveliness of that presentation as something from my own ancestral homeland!

So in closing, as the title of this post suggests – I don’t think “LUCK” had anything to do with it, these people have ethnic pride and overflowing talent!

So much for the Luck o the Irish!

Now I need to make my list for my shopping trip to *IKEA, and find that recipe for Swedish Meatballs I was wanting to make!?



*Big Box home furnishings store – founded in Sweden – most have a “cafe” where you can order the Swedish Meatballs to eat in or to go, and don’t forget Lingonberries….




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So where is MY thirty-two million dollars?

The guarantee of news these past few days and probably future weeks and months and years, too, is WOMEN STEPPING FORWARD JOINING OTHER WOMEN IN ACCUSATIONS OF SOME LEVEL OF ASSAULT BY RICH, FAMOUS, POWERFUL MEN.

Bill Cosby – Beloved Actor, Comedian
Steven Collins- Actor
Bill O’Rielly – Fox News conservative idiot
Roger Ayers – Boss of Bill O’Reilly
Donald J. Trump – pussy-grabbing Mysogynist American President
Halperin – Newsman
Harvey Wienstien – Hollywood movie mogul

Add renowned TV Chef Mario Batali, who, for goodness sakes, would NEVER have been voted most likely to assault and abuse women in HIS high school yearbook…

and former US President, George HW Bush, from his WHEELCHAIR, no less!

This is NOTHING NEW, by the way, I recall when the handsome actor Robert Reed who portrayed the oh-so-upright and successful Brady Bunch TV dad, was “outed” and then some, and apparently for HIM it was after hours looking for BOYS!

Lunchroom discussions now include how to properly define the difference between an “ASSAULT” vs  a ‘SEXUAL ASSAULT”…

.. Well personally I would assume an ASSAULT is unexpected, unwanted and inappropriate touching of one person by another…

…Thus a SEXUAL ASSAULT would be exactly the above, but with the added “twist” of WHICH BODY PART is touched.  This, along with maybe a “creepy-ness” factor, or physical or verbal enhancements during or after the touching, that leaves no doubt the “assault” on one’s private parts, is MEANT to be ‘NASTY’.

…I remember as teenage girls, we all devoured the fashion magazines of the times, experiemented with our hair, makeup and clothing styles, always with the goal of being “cool” or “cute”, etc…

…In MY days as a teen, while in school, I was ASSAULTED on more than one occasion! While fully clothed with fashions my RELIGIOUS mother approved!  Now while it did include a mini-skirt or two, everything was “covered” and “clean” and that was pretty much it…

…How did I KNOW I had been “assaulted”?…

…Easy enough – here’s an example – while sitting on an open bench with a couple friends eating our lunches one afternoon, a boy I just never liked walked up behind me, through my blouse he grabbed the back strap of my bra, pulled it and let it snap back…

…i screamed, jumped up, books on my lap hit the concrete, i saw who it was, standing there laughing like a hyena, and I just went ahead and socked him in the throat…

…NOW JUSTICE is a tricky bastard…ALL OF THIS, including the boy grabbing my bra back strap and snapping it on me, was witnessed by the HIGH SCHOOL PRINCIPAL!


…But when the Principal walked the 10 or so steps over to us from where he was, the first thing he said was “Miss Barnes, I am astonished!  Apologize to Wally”!

…I said “No, he owes ME an apology – didn’t I see you watch him snap my bra strap?  He deserved me to hit him.”

…So in the sometimes strange and convoluted world of rights and wrongs – Principal looks up at Wally with a big grin and asks if he’s okay – Wally reaches up and holds his throat like a rooster  heading to the dinner table and in a FAKE RASPY VOICE he says “Yeah, but she HIT me!”

Me and my friends are sitting there waiting for Principal to take Wally away but he just says “You two should be glad I’m in a good mood.” and walks away.

Wally the assaulter slinks away and a few minutes later we see him with some of his skanky friends looking over and laughing as Wally tells his story.

I should use the internet to locate Wally NOW, find out if he’s got two nickels to rub together, a pot to piss in, or just ANYTHING…

…and I should file charges against his sorry ass…but I have to go do the laundry now.



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The raisins have no cookies, and THE PRICE OF EGGS JUST DOZEN MAKE SENSE TO ME…

This is pure nonsense and largely UN-political, but it just HAS to be told…

…for the longest time, one of the cabinets in our kitchen, the one that holds the CEREALS, CRACKERS, and POPCORN selections we always have on hand, also held TWO LARGE BOXES OF RAISINS…

…The usual kind and the golden ones…

…When I bought them it was for some cookies I had planned to make, and a broccoli salad that gets rave reviews everywhere you take it…

…but for some reason, the cookies I had planned to bake didn’t materialize, and the potluck gathering I thought I’d need the broccoli salad for was cancelled.

…So every time I looked in that cabinet, there were those two boxes of raisins, forlorn and waiting…

…Days passed, weeks in fact, and those two boxes remained unopened…

…Not to worry, I told myself, I’d get around to that cookie recipe any day now, there’d be another potluck to take that broccoli salad (with raisins) to.

…BUT AS LIFE UNFOLDS…one day I opened the box or regular raisins to add into some morning Oatmeal, and later that same day, I just flat-out ate a small handful as a snack..

…The box still held enough raisins to use for a batch of cookies, and I THOUGHT I had closed it up real tight with the sticky seal provided by the Raisin boxing company.

…I finally get wind of another upcoming potluck and say “AHA!” but fate stepped in on that one, somehow, without my notice, when I was so carefully folding up the little waxy bag the raisins were in and getting it sealed tight, IT HAD SPLIT and the raisins inside were ruined!

,,, some people would have used them anyway, but my Daddy was a Chef, and I learned early on that if you didn’t have fresh, beautiful ingredients for your dish, you just didn’t make it….

…I think I nibbled on a couple of the least-dried out ones, but they were hard as rocks and I tossed it all.

…THAT LEFT THE BOX OF GOLDENS, and thinking HURRAH, I was saved, I opened that box for the first time, and imagine my dismay to find THEY were all dried out as well, no explanation, just old I guess.

…I immediately looked at the “Best By” date and OF COURSE it was expired long long ago!

…Normally I am very careful to check those dates whle in the store and ONLY purchase items with far away expirations, but this time I missed it…

…So in the end, none of those raisins had cookies.


In the past fifteen months, the price of eggs around here where I live, where there are THREE major Grocery Stores and a number of convenience stores, has fluctuated so dramatically it is frightening!

For a time, your 1 dozen AA Large (which I use) ran about $1.89 to $2.10.

Then for awhile, the price shot up to nearly or just over $4.00 for the same dozen…!

The prices of Organic eggs, or Brown eggs, or any other “fancy” eggs, has ALWAYS BEEN HIGH, but I really didn’t care cuz I don’t buy them anyway.

THEN all of a sudden, all the stores in my area were offering eggs in some kind of “deal”…
…One store advertised a FREE DOZEN AA LARGE eggs if you bought SIX PACKAGES of their store-brand cheeses…

…One store advertised A FREE DOZEN for every two cans of SPAM, any variety…

…The other store never did offer any specials like that, but DID EMPTY THEIR SHELVES OF EGGS BY THE DOZEN when they offered BUY ONE GET ONE, and the price of the first was only 88 CENTS!

I am not savvy to the ways of the Chicken Farmers these days, but I remember my Uncle Clair’s chicken and egg business back in Ohio when I was a kid, the hen house was big and sturdy and provided the hens with ramps to walk up and down for in and out, there was a little fenced yard all around, about once a month my Uncle bought a fresh bale of straw to line the egg-laying boxes with, and we all took turns tossing out the chicken scratch feed every day…mere handfuls for about three dozen hens.

Best as I always could figure, chickens were very cheap to raise and keep, and THE EGGS WERE pretty much FREE, when you consider that in the end, the chicken ended up sold to be on someone’s dinner table, and my uncle used to say the chickens paid for themselves that way…..



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HDDN, please give this post more than a glance and toss….

Since the middle of the night news about the Las Vegas massacre, I have consumed more coffee than usual, hard-boiled some eggs for use in sandwiches and salads in the next couple days, emptied the dishwasher and written a post about this latest disaster to befall our country.

I have “ticked down” the list of people I knew while living and working in Las Vegas a few years ago, only one of which I am in occasional “touch” with by emails these days…

I have arrived at the conclusion that most likely, none of those people would have been at that ill-fated concert, because none of them were “country music” fans…

Approximately 15 minutes from now, I will take my daily medication, and after that some laundry is calling my name.

I hope the President won’t care, but I found time to take TWO KNEES and pray for the victims and survivors and anyone traumatized by this senseless act.



I am pleased to know he ordered half-mast flags and etc., offering full support to the authorities who must deal with the situation, commending the “first responders” and ordinary people who did extra-ordinary things under fire,  and that he will be traveling to Vegas later this week.  I guess if I had to sum it up, it’s a sincere “Thank you, Mr. President”. 


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