Anyone that lives in a dwelling, especially those of the feminine gender, know that house keeping is probably THEIR responsibility. I have been a domestic engineer for almost 39 years AM(after marriage). That qualifies me to give you a few pointers from the view of one whose housekeeping philosophy has deteriorated just a teensy bit over 39 years.
1. Rule number one: don't worry about it. If you can stand to live in it, don't worry about what other people think. And for heavens sake, don't make any excuses for it. That reminds me of the first time we visited the lady who bought a farmstead that once belonged to relatives on B's side of the family. The place was totally a mess. God bless her, she started making excuses for the mess. She was getting ready for a sale she said. Stuff was stacked everywhere. Neither of us cared why things were so stacked up and messy. Roll forward 10 years. We stopped in to visit this lady again. You guessed it. Those same stacks were right where they were 10 years ago the best I could tell. And yes, she was getting ready for a sale.
2. Don't deliberately make things hard for yourself. Example. I thought the bed had to be just so. It had to have the ruffle at the bottom. It had to have nice matching sheets and pillow cases, and it had to have a comforter with five decorative pillows, plus the pillows we actually used. But there came a day when I said to self, "Self, these pillows are a pain in the gluteus maximus. So I just dumped them all on the floor and that is where they are to this very day. Today I changed my flannel sheets to summer sheets. That stupid bottom ruffle has been a thorn in my flesh ever since I put it on. It would get lopsided. It would hang down in the front. I'd have to wrestle the mattress to get it even. Well today, I said, "NO MORE". I pulled that thing off so fast it was like I had just done a magic trick. Liberated! In fact I saw on TV where you are less likely to get bed vermin if you leave the bed unmade. I took their advice.
3. At any time during the last 39 years if you had asked me what household chore do you hate the most I would say, dusting. Well I want to make a testimonial here and now, my life has been turned around. I discovered the Swiffer Duster. I just love to carry it around with me and dust places that haven't been dusted since we've lived here. I actually am having fun dusting. It took me a while to figure out how to assemble it properly, but once I got going there's no stopping me now. Trouble is, in some of those high places, this fine, fine dirt comes down on me and onto the floor and I'm going to have to get out the vacuum cleaner to pick it up. My little swiffer just cannot hold all my dirt. I must buy some more duster refills. I refuse to go back to rags.
4. Go do what you want to do and don't give the house a second thought. If anyone gripes about it, there certainly is nothing stopping them from helping out a little.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
How To Keep Illegals Out Of Our Country (click to see all)
The peoples of the world have been on the move since mankind came into being. Countries, cities, and people have come and gone for millennia. As long as we humans survive, this trend to migrate is going to keep right on happening.
Nearly every day I read of illegals pouring over our southern border. Violence, drugs, murder, mob wars, you name it, it's happening at and near the border. Today I read of another border story. But instead of keeping the illegal Latinos of Mexico, Central, and South America from crossing the USA border, the problem was "Sandramblers" and "Wilderness Wanderers". These are nicknames the Egyptians gave to the nomads who wandered throughout the eastern and north eastern regions including tribes in Canaan and Syria. As far back as 2650 BC (BCE) there is solid evidence of walls being built by Pharaohs to keep the Asiatics from forcing their way into Egypt.
Remains of an Egyptian wall dating back to the 19th century BCE were found. The wall was built of boulders as large as 6 feet thick and fortified with small turret type structures, and further strengthened by a dirt wall. And high enough that a ladder would do no good. Did it work? I don't know. It may have for a while.
I will always feel badly about what our ancestors did to the American Indians. The Indians tried to defend their land and way of life. Unfortunately for them, they were no match for the tidal wave of immigrants from many countries. Foreigners started showing up on the shores of America and moved across the country, rounding up the Indians like cattle and driving them onto reservations. The black people migrated, against their will, to the U.S. to be sold into slavery.
Some things cannot be stopped. The demographics of our country is rapidly changing and will continue to change. The middle east turbulence will not change, even with our intervention. So with that in mind, let's bring our boys home from war. Place them on our southern border until which time we can get a wall built. That's the way to keep the illegals out.
Nearly every day I read of illegals pouring over our southern border. Violence, drugs, murder, mob wars, you name it, it's happening at and near the border. Today I read of another border story. But instead of keeping the illegal Latinos of Mexico, Central, and South America from crossing the USA border, the problem was "Sandramblers" and "Wilderness Wanderers". These are nicknames the Egyptians gave to the nomads who wandered throughout the eastern and north eastern regions including tribes in Canaan and Syria. As far back as 2650 BC (BCE) there is solid evidence of walls being built by Pharaohs to keep the Asiatics from forcing their way into Egypt.
Remains of an Egyptian wall dating back to the 19th century BCE were found. The wall was built of boulders as large as 6 feet thick and fortified with small turret type structures, and further strengthened by a dirt wall. And high enough that a ladder would do no good. Did it work? I don't know. It may have for a while.
I will always feel badly about what our ancestors did to the American Indians. The Indians tried to defend their land and way of life. Unfortunately for them, they were no match for the tidal wave of immigrants from many countries. Foreigners started showing up on the shores of America and moved across the country, rounding up the Indians like cattle and driving them onto reservations. The black people migrated, against their will, to the U.S. to be sold into slavery.
Some things cannot be stopped. The demographics of our country is rapidly changing and will continue to change. The middle east turbulence will not change, even with our intervention. So with that in mind, let's bring our boys home from war. Place them on our southern border until which time we can get a wall built. That's the way to keep the illegals out.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Glasses vs Skirt vs Survival
I just now tossed a top of mine in the washer. It's about as old as my marriage. That will be 39 years in July. I still wear the top and I look like a hippy with bad taste when I wear it. But it's still good and I can not bear to throw it away. It is something a free spirit would wear. It flies freely in the breeze and makes me feel like a wind nymph. But that's not the story. The top just reminded me of something totally unrelated.
I was an early teen. I know because I was wearing my first pair of "cat eye" glasses. When we went places, I didn't wear jeans. I wore skirts and blouses mostly. I remember I was wearing this beautiful, super full skirt. It was flowered with beautiful purple and blue shades of color. It must have been the bluish color of my hippy top that reminded me of that beautiful, beautiful, homemade skirt.
We went to an amusement park. It must have been "Joy Land" in Wichita, because "Worlds of Fun" didn't open until 1973. The ride I chose to ride was the "Big Dipper". If it wasn't named that, it should have been. It used the same principle as a skateboard bowl, only the ride had a track with a cart on it wherein you sat. There were no seat belts. The dipper was fastened to a mechanism that tipped back and forth causing the cart to dip down and fly up the other side just in time for the thing to tip again, and down and up we went to the other side. Back and forth we went. I was screaming and laughing and spit went flying out my mouth. I don't know what law of physics I was battling, but every time we dipped down going forward, my glasses would fly off if I didn't hang on to them, plus my skirt would fly over my head. So there I was trying to hold on to my glasses, hang on for dear life, and hold my skirt down. I had to have my glasses to see, and I couldn't let go of whatever I was holding on to because I might go flying out of my seat. The skirt, she would just have to fly. Well at least it was over my head and no one could see who I was. Ride over, I was exhausted. All that laughing, and holding on, and trying to maintain some degree of modesty by holding my skirt down nearly did me in. We rode lots of things, but that's the only one that sticks in my mind. I hadn't thought of this in years. Well, back to the laundry.
I was an early teen. I know because I was wearing my first pair of "cat eye" glasses. When we went places, I didn't wear jeans. I wore skirts and blouses mostly. I remember I was wearing this beautiful, super full skirt. It was flowered with beautiful purple and blue shades of color. It must have been the bluish color of my hippy top that reminded me of that beautiful, beautiful, homemade skirt.
We went to an amusement park. It must have been "Joy Land" in Wichita, because "Worlds of Fun" didn't open until 1973. The ride I chose to ride was the "Big Dipper". If it wasn't named that, it should have been. It used the same principle as a skateboard bowl, only the ride had a track with a cart on it wherein you sat. There were no seat belts. The dipper was fastened to a mechanism that tipped back and forth causing the cart to dip down and fly up the other side just in time for the thing to tip again, and down and up we went to the other side. Back and forth we went. I was screaming and laughing and spit went flying out my mouth. I don't know what law of physics I was battling, but every time we dipped down going forward, my glasses would fly off if I didn't hang on to them, plus my skirt would fly over my head. So there I was trying to hold on to my glasses, hang on for dear life, and hold my skirt down. I had to have my glasses to see, and I couldn't let go of whatever I was holding on to because I might go flying out of my seat. The skirt, she would just have to fly. Well at least it was over my head and no one could see who I was. Ride over, I was exhausted. All that laughing, and holding on, and trying to maintain some degree of modesty by holding my skirt down nearly did me in. We rode lots of things, but that's the only one that sticks in my mind. I hadn't thought of this in years. Well, back to the laundry.
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