Facebook like button Invasion

Everybody who has used Facebook has noticed the little thumbs up button, intended to share links with your friends.  Of corse,  some of us have only noticed them on Facebook,  not on just your basic web pages.   Well,  maybe I missed the latest issue of Facebook for Dummies,  but I never realized those innocent little thumbs up buttons have invaded various sites in cyber world.

A friend calls,  she’s got a lil female problem.  As our conversation evolves,  I find myself searching the internet for answers.  Give her a little peace of mind or possibly the  heads up that she needs to see a doctor asap.  I’m helpful that way, which may not be a good thing,   in retrospect. 

My searching leads me to ehow.com.  Nice family safe site with lots of good medical information.  I honestly have to say it had the most basic information that pertained  that I found during my search. 

The article “How to Diagnose Vaginal Discharge”,  sounds innocent enough, right?  Talking about convience,  there was that cute little thumbs up button,  allowing me share with my friend.   How Cool!  No need to book mark or copy and paste,  just send it on over.   heh heh heh

Now here lyes the problem.  First,  I don’t have a facebook page.  My hubby does,  however.  He uses it for business,  maybe some old friend contacts that he’s lost touch with over the years,  a few family members.  Actually,  he rarely used it.  Apparently he did recently,  because he was still logged in.  Rut-Row,  Scooby,  I smell trouble here.

Another strange thing about Facebook is,  it appears people never really post that much in our circle.  They log in,  stare at each other.  Spam a link or two and move on.  I’ll tell ya one thing though,  when an extremely conservative male suddenly “shares with his friends”  something like..

How to Diagnose Vaginal Discharge

You have the whole groups attention,  and their concern.  Never seen so many posts in his history of Facebook.

” Dude??”

“hey man,  got a little problem ya wanna share?”


“LOL,  gotta little  itchy?”

“probably should see a doc asap..LOL”

“and you are sharing this, Why?”

“You are sooo funny”

“please call me,  ROTFLMAO”

Only positive thing at this point I can think of is at least Facebook comes equipped with a delete button too.  While it is a quick fix,  somehow I think it will bring a few snickers from the group for a while.    When hubby saw it,  he thought he was “hacked”  LOL.   If it weren’t for the fact that I was laughing so hard I couldn’t speak,  he may have continued to believe that. 

Moral of this story is, beware of the invasion of the likey buttons on web sites,  especially if you share a computer with someone else,  like your hubby!   The likey button and favorites buttons are two totally different creatures.   Now,  off to the mall to buy “Facebook for Dummies” !!  I wonder if they have the really dumb edition out yet??



The Journey Continues

Today a new life begins,  innocent and pure.   He hears the  thump, thump, thump  of a heart that is strong.   He’ll take  his first breath with  lungs that are clear and savor fresh air without any fear.   He has lived other journeys  absorbing much wisdom.  As he smiles at the world, is he hiding a  secret?  Once a man,  now the past left behind. 

Goodbye, my friend, I know you are safe.  No more pain or suffering for you.    What a wonderful day to start anew.   As I gather with friends to say my goodby’s,  my heart has sadness but  know it was time.   I enjoyed our laughter and your great sense of humor and  wish you much happiness,  as your journey continues. 

In Memory of Rick Helton,  10/11/10

Heroes wear ball caps

Plans for a do-it-yourself project always sound better in the planning stages.  Our motor locked up in our work truck.  It’s October,  the busiest time of our season.  We decide we have a few options.  One,  we can move all of our equipment into a trailer and pull it for a while.  Two, we can go in debt and buy a new truck, or three..Proceed to remove and reinstall a new motor into the truck.    Together, my husband and I are just ambitious and stubborn enough to make us a dangerous combination.  You got it,  we went for option three.

Motor arrived,  within hours we had the motor mounts in,  lined up and bolted to the transmission.  Giddy,  doesn’t even begin to describe the mood after this accomplishment.  Heck,  we’re patting ourselves on the back and convincing ourselves,  we got it whipped now.  Heck,  that was the hard part!  Let’s call it an early evening today and we’ll have this baby running by the end of the day tomorrow.

Here we are,  backyard mechanics because the garage we are building for just this occasion isn’t finished yet.  But that’s ok,  the rain that’s falling just helps wash off the three inches of grease that has now formed to my body. 🙂

Planning is the key to success in any given project and we planned our strategy out throughly.  Well,  we made some plans first.  Gotta save some bucks wherever we can so we ordered several new parts on-line and they were delivered super fast from Jegs.  (Thank you Jegs – kiss, kiss)  So far so good.  A few smashed fingers but it’s all good,  makes ya know you’re still alive getting those little fingy’s stuck between the motor mounts and the motor.  Great for creativity too.  Hubby can come up with new words that if Hollywood heard, they’d become the newest fad. 

I believe it was Friedrich Nietzsche, who once said “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”.  Well I’m fairly sure at this point he has never replaced an engine  while laying in the gravels in his back yard with a cheap craftsman set of tools a couple screwdrivers, a pair of pliers that came off the Mayflower and a hammer,  for those parts that refuse to co-operate.  If he has,  we should name a holiday in his honor,  but somehow I’m just doubting he has.

We are now at the point where we are figuring out that things are not going as planned.  After spending 3 hours going to every part store in town to purchase just a few parts.    We live in a  town that has a part store on every friggen corner,  so why don’t they  have what we need?    We drive an antique,  it was made in 1980.  Many, many years before most of the employees in said parts store’s were even born.   If one more dude looks at me blankly and say’s,  “you want a whaaat,  for whaaat year?”  I’m going to slap him back into the 80’s.  See, that way he can find the bleeping parts easier. 😉   Heck,  he might even thank me for it,  the 80’s were great times, weren’t they!

I honestly believe that a higher spirit was watching over us this afternoon when the phone rang and it was, Ole John.  Note,  I did not call him old John,  he’s “ole John”   John was a friend from high school.  We haven’t kept up with him as much through the years because he’s had his own issues.  Tell ya what though,  there ain’t no better mechanic for “antique trucks” anywhere round these parts.  (yes,  I said ain’t)  Cause there just “Ain’t”.

Ole John was here in less than 15 minutes.  Drove up in tattered jeans, a worn looking shirt and his baseball hat turned backward covering his braided pony tail that rest half way down his back.  Without a word,  he slides under the truck and goes to work.   As we start to explain our duress,  he just chuckles and say’s “hand me that 9/16 wrench there brother,  we’ll have this thing rolling in no time”.

Some folks heroes  wear  bright  Jersey’s with big numbers on the front and back and do a little  dance as the fans roar and cheer.  Others wear fire suits  with  logos and smile with glee as they recite their sponsors names.  My hero wears a  ball cap, turned backwards and  a single braid ,  worn half way down his back.

Fear and smear rule the airways

As November rolls around and election day nears I’m noticing more than ever that political campaigns are based on fear.  Commercial after commercial,  politician after politician spending big advertising bucks,  not to tell you what their goals are,  but all the nasty little deeds of their opponents.   Fear and smear campaigns rule the airways. 

As your average Joe’et,  I’m finding it extremely difficult to support any of them.   Why has it  become acceptable in our society to be ruled by fear and accept the smear?  Honestly,  it appears there are no politicians fit to run for office.

I have family members who are quite political.  Countless hours spent campaigning national and local elections.  Honestly,  I admire their strength and determination.  However,  I often wonder if they are powered by fear.

Soon I will have to make the decision to go out and vote,  or not.  I realize that candidates get elected,  regardless of my decision.  Presently,  I find it difficult to sift through the mud and listen to the garbage long enough to make an informed opinion. 

I realize this practice of fear and smear is nothing new in the world of politics.   Supporters  of John Quincy Adams printed handbills accusing Andrew Jackson of executing six militiamen in 1813 without cause. Jackson’s wife was accused of being an adulteress. Grover Cleveland was mocked as the father of a child out-of-wedlock with the slogan, “Ma, Ma, where’s my Pa?” Supporters had the last laugh when he won, his pa was: “Gone to the White House. Ha, ha, ha.”

 This is where we are now with 24 hour news and endless information via the internet.    Apparently,  politician must think we love this stuff.  Sure,  that’s just what we wanna hear,  nobody is fit to run our country.   I think it would be one thing if all the accusations were true,  but it appears that all we get is half-truths and twisty stories spoon fed to us daily.   Nothing makes me more angry than when I find out on my own that a political ad is being less than honest,  just another  smear for personal gain and greed. 

  We’re taught it’s our civic duty to be informed and to go out and vote.  Make America a better place and I’d love to do just that.  However,  if the candidate’s choose not to market their own agenda.  Run a campaign based on  smearing their opposition with as much muck as they can dig up ,  I personally won’t be able to control my nausea long enough to place an honest vote.    As for those future leaders of this great country,  state your facts,  your agenda,  for  if you want my vote,  I  certainly won’t be voting based on fear.  I wanna hear about YOU.

Spring is here

Spring is here and spent my first full weekend fishing.  There is something about fishing that clears you mind and cleans your soul.  I haven’t always liked fishing,  when I was younger I didn’t wanna get dirty or touch those slimy little critters.  Funny what a little age can do for a gal.  Now,  theres few things I’d rather do.   Wish I’d got some pics today,  course the big one got away but I’d at least loved to post a few scenery pics and of the cute little crappy and bluegill I caught.  Next time.

Sandstone of the Appalachian Mountains

This back yard koi pond and court yard was Built over a period of about 10 years.

 The materials are sandstone of the Appalachian mountains and 2″ flagstone that primarily came off our farm. The flagstone on the steps are all one solid slab pieces. 

The Koi pond is approx.  22′ x 40 and holds 13,000 gallons of water. 

The wall behind the Koi pond is over 100 foot long and measures  5 1/2 foot tall. 

The waterfall is 4’wide with a 20′ drop that is recirculated by 2 super falls pumps.  The outlet at the top of the waterfall is 4″ and the rock has a perfect natural 4″ outlet  made into the rock itself.  All the rocks in the waterfall are natural and are a product of nature and the Appalachian mountain range.

All the rocks involved in this project were hand selected and hand laid. 

The project is near completion but still has a few details to complete.

Frozen cow pies can be deadly


 One of the great memories I have as a child is of putting on all the warm winter gear, dad building bonfires,  Mom fixing hot chocolate  and us kids going sleigh riding as proud mom and pop clapped and beamed from the sideline.

We’d zip down these ole mountains on anything we could find.  It wasn’t unusual to be sliding down on tires, trash can lids, car hoods, you name it we probably tuned it into a super sonic sled.

As I’m sure you’re probably thinking,  Yes,  it is amazing we all lived through that unscathed.

I figure that when you’re 40-50 pounds you’re so light that even if you do have a little crash,  you just don’t have the impact force that an adult has. I’m assuming that’s why mom and dad just observed and never joined in on the fun.

You know,  there are times I wonder, just how I missed some of the very important lessons in life that my parents tried so hard to teach me. 

Several years ago,  around this time of year,  my brother Joe and I were reminiscing about great times we had as a child. 

Ahhh,  wouldn’t it be great to go sleigh riding!

We are still young.  Forty’s are young, aren’t they?

Off we go,  we were going sleigh riding. 

  I had a couple of those plastic dome shaped disks they sell at Wal-mart for “kids” to use for sleigh riding.  

Very cool looking sleds,  wondering  if we should wax the bottom so we can gain some super sonic speeds,  like old times.

We grab our thin plastic  little sleds and race to the top.   Racing to the top of the hay field was harder than I remembered.  After catching our breath we were  able to communicate in complete sentences instead of spitting out short little words so it wouldn’t appear to each other that we were totally gasping for air.   The plan,  we would have a race to the bottom on our little round plastic disk sleds.   First one to the bottom wins and off we go! 

As I laid at the bottom of the mountain,  with snow crammed down the back of my pants,  starring up at the sky and wondering if I was still alive, wondering where Joe was or was he dead too!

I truly had a pain in the ass for I think I broke my tailbone. 

I rolled over and found Joe and asked, “WTF happened,  did we hit something?”

Joe was laying on his back too.   Unable to move, moaned, “Man,  I think we hit some cow pies”

All I can remember thinking was what my obituary was going to say. 

Poor sue,  passed today, frozen and covered in shit. 

I learned some very important lessons that day.   Live for today.  Trying to relive yesterday can sometimes stink and  Never, ever, go sleigh riding in a cow pasture because  frozen cow pies can be deadly!