Saturday, December 31, 2011


My brother had been having trouble snoring and his doctor recommended his going to a sleep clinic. As he was completing the paperwork with the doctor's assistant, she asked, "Have you remarried?" My brother answered, "No, why do you ask?" She responded, "I just wondered who was hearing you snoring?"

She immediately realized she had committed a faux pas by asking such a personal question. She began apologizing profusely and my brother laughed and told her that if she didn't work out in that job she could always become a private detective.

Friday, December 30, 2011


In a restaurant today a woman sitting behind me was telling her parents about her daughter who was receiving $10.00 weekly allowance and she was expected to clean her room but the girl wouldn't do the work. The grandparents said that they wouldn't give her the $10.00. The father said he didn't want to take the allowance away from her.

I turned around and joined in the conversation as I said, "Tell her you could be eating at L'Antibes instead of the Waffle House if you took away her allowance." Gerald said, "They might not know the reference to L'Antibes." I then told them about how Gerald's niece called to seek my advice in getting her two children to do their chores. They were receiving $7.00 per week.

After Gerald's niece called, I went to their home and I said to the grand-niece and grand-nephew, "I'm going to clean your rooms and your mom is going to pay me $14.00."

Their protestations began: "Oh, no, Aunt Sue, I'll do it." and "Please, Aunt Sue, don't go to my room." I said, "I can't believe you're getting an allowance; when I was a kid, we were good for nothing." [It went over their heads.]

As I sat and enjoyed conversation with the parents, the kids were busily cleaning their rooms. They called down the stairs for their mother to come to inspect and it obviously passed muster as she handed $7.00 to each one of them.

The threat of calling Aunt Sue worked very well for quite some time.

Today, I said to the couple in the restaurant, "Don't you have an old Aunt Sue-type you can use?"

The mother answered, "They're all too nice." I responded, "Nobody ever accused me of being NICE!"

Thursday, December 29, 2011


I received several gift cards for Christmas. As I was making the menu for dinners this week I wrote that we would be going to Olive Garden one evening.

Gerald asked, "Is the gift card burning a hole in your PALATE?"

I so love a good pun!

Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Sadly, at a recent gathering, one of the participants said, "i.e.", instead of saying "that is". I cringed at her use of the abbreviation for "id est" while speaking. Even sadder was that the proper term she should have used was "for example", as she was giving an example. I thought, "Miss Digman would turn over in her grave if she knew the misuse of "id est" and "exempli gratia" in speech versus writing!"

Later the same woman said, "I feel badly." I refrained from checking her fingers to ascertain if they were functioning properly. I wondered if she also felt sadly, gladly and madly or just loved adverbs!

I recall Miss Digman grabbing a student's hand who had committed saying the unpardonable "I feel badly", and checking the fingers and saying, "You feel BAD unless your fingers aren't working!"

Ah, Miss Digman, R.I.P. ("REQUIESCAT IN PACE").

Tuesday, December 27, 2011


I was called and told that Charles, for whom I have Power Of Attorney, was taken to the Emergency Room. I immediately went to the hospital. Charles and I had been there for an hour when a nurse finally drifted in and took a case history. It was simple, Charles couldn't POOP! He had been to the ER for the same problem two other times. This time, we waited and waited and WAITED! Of course I knew that the ER handled patients depending on the seriousness of the condition and as unpleasant as it was, Charles just couldn't POOP!

We we situated directly across from the Nurse's Station. I kept the curtain open. During the first hour I was there, nobody came to check on Charles or to take any specimens. Shortly after I arrived, I saw a young woman hurriedly escorted to a room with a door on the right side of our space. I soon saw someone whom I recognized from The Victim Witness Program go into the room and a Deputy Sheriff soon arrived and also went in the room. It was obvious to me that this was a rape case. After about an hour the young woman left with another woman whom I assumed to be her mother.

The doctor and the nurses were at the Nurse's Station and I could hear their comments and they were doubting the veracity of the rape victim. I went to the Nurse's Station and said, "You must not realize that I could hear everything you just said about the rape victim." Although they looked sheepish, none of them even bothered to apologize for their unprofessional behavior. I continued, "You shouldn't be making remarks like that!"

It was nearly two more hours before the doctor approached Charles' bed. He did not bother to ask Charles' name. Of course he recognized me from criticizing him and the nurses. He said, tersely, "You have a UTI and I've given you a prescription for Cipro." I said, "Excuse me, how could you make that diagnosis?" He flipped the chart around in front of me and grandiosely circled a section and said, imperiously, "Because that's what the lab results show." I said, "You must be looking at the wrong chart because there have been no specimens taken." He looked at the top of the chart and started to turn away and I said, "Wait, aren't you supposed to follow a protocol to find out to whom you're speaking? I thought that was the purpose of the wrist bands!"

The doctor ignored me and instead went to the cubicle beside us and I heard him say, "You have a UTI; I'm giving you a prescription for Cipro." He left that area and I went to the cubicle and there was a young woman there with her mother and I asked them what they thought about the doctor. The mother said, "I don't know how he could tell that--he never even looked at her pussy!" I nearly fell on the floor laughing!

It was rather humorous to see the looks on the faces of my husband and brothers when I told the story because I'd never used that word for female genatalia in my life but I had to say it out loud it to give the full effect of her outrage!

I wrote a letter of complaint to the Board of Trustees.

Charles was at the ER another time and when the doctor came to see him she immediately checked his bracelet and asked if his name were the same as on the band. Charles stuttered with his answer and stuttering is a symptom of his condition. The doctor then began directing her questions to me: "Is this his first stroke?" I said, "He hasn't had a stroke." She said, "He has many of the symptoms." I said, "He's diagnosed with Lewy's Body Dementia and I told that to the nurse." The doctor said, "Oh, I wondered what that note was; I've never heard of that." I said, "It exhibits symptoms of Alzheimer's and Parkinson's, but it's a separate diagnosis, according to Dr. Fahey, his neurologist." She said, "I've never heard of it!"

The doctor left and returned about 15" later and said, "I called a colleague at the Cleveland Clinic and it IS a separate condition." I felt like saying, "Well, DUH!" but I contained myself and instead, answered, "Estelle Getty, from "The Golden Girls" had the same thing."

The doctor said, "You must know a lot about medicine." I said, "No, I'm abysmally ignorant, but I do listen to the doctor!"

Monday, December 26, 2011


"Did you hear that Cedar Point is being closed?"

"Yeah, they don't want boys going to SANDUSKY!"

My doctor told me that joke. As I've written previously in another blog posting, each time I go to my doctor, he tells a joke and I must have a joke, preferably topical and risque, with which to respond! Oftentimes I will call my nephew, ahead of the appointment, to get a joke and he'll ask, "Are you sick?" and I'll answer, "Of course I'm sick, but that's just my mind!", to which he'll repond, "Calling Dr. Freud!" After that Vaudeville patter, he usually has a joke for me to use.

This week, I was able to deliver this line in response to the doctor: "Penn State--the only college where you can major in minors!" It's not as good as the one from my doctor, but I really was ILL!

Sunday, December 25, 2011

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Friday, December 23, 2011

Thursday, December 22, 2011


Can't get any better than this!

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Sunday, December 18, 2011


My brother Bode used to sing this to me--that's how I got the spelling of my name--Suzy!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


Les' all time favorite:

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011


My brother Bode had a good line: "Do you know what they say about a guy with big hands and big feet?'
"He also has big gloves and big shoes!"

My brother Norman worked with a guy who always wore shoes which were too big and the shoes turned up on the end, making them look like elf shoes. One day Norman told him, "Just so you know, there's no truth to that rumor!"

From my brother Les: "Don't criticize a man until you walk a mile in his shoes; that way you can be a mile away from him and you've got his shoes!"

My brother Duke knows all the words to Elvis "Big Boots"! I cry whenever I hear either one of them sing it!

"If the shoe fits--buy it!"--Imelda Marcos

What kind of shoes do frogs wear? open-TOAD!

Saturday, December 10, 2011


Blood stains on clothes? Just pour a little hydrogen peroxide on a cloth and wipe off every drop of blood.

Spray a bit of perfume on the light bulb in any room to create a lovely and light scent in each room when the light is turned on.

Use vertical strokes when washing windows outside and horizontal for inside windows. This way you can tell which side has the streaks. Straight vinegar will get outside windows really clean. Don't wash windows on a sunny day. They will dry too quickly and will probably streak.

Place fabric softener sheets in dresser drawers and your clothes will smell freshly washed for weeks to come. You can also do this with towels and linens.

Candles will last a lot longer if placed in the freezer for at least 3 hours prior to burning.

Friday, December 9, 2011


Margaret was one of the Company inspectors at Rockwell and when we completed the B1-B Contract Margaret went to work for the Department Of Defense as an Inspector for the Army trucks at BMY in Marysville.

While at Rockwell, Margaret asked me to review her resume and also asked if I would be a reference for her. In her resume I noticed that she had been a Registered Nurse. I asked why she had given up that career to go into such a dramatically different field.

She answered, "I knew that I could no longer be a nurse when I drove home one night and saw a body along the side of the road and I merely went in the house and telephoned the Sheriff's Department instead of going to help!" She said she realized that she was suffering from "Burn Out" because she didn't care enough to check on that person and knew that she could no longer function as a nurse. Ironically and serendipitously, Margaret was instrumental in my going to work at BMY.

When Margaret asked me to review her resume I asked what her plans were for the future and she said that she had applied to be a government inspector at a "place in Marysville building Army trucks." I said, "I should apply there." After I finished at Rockwell I did apply at BMY and the Personnel Manager telephoned me and told me that although they were impressed with my qualifications, I was very "overqualified". I returned to International Trucks. One evening, I was surprised to receive a call from Earl Pittman, with whom I'd worked at Rockwell. He told me that he was working at BMY and that John Wood wanted to talk to me. John and I had worked at International and I had heard he'd gone to BMY. I asked why John didn't call me and Earl said John thought it might be a "touchy situation" as John had left International for BMY and I'd only recently returned there. I called John and he asked, "What would it take for you to come over here and help me?" I answered, "TWO WEEKS!" John asked, "Aren't you going to ask me about the position or salary?" I said, "Don't need to; I know you'll be fair!" When I'd returned to International it was at a much lower salary and position than I'd had at Rockwell. I went the following Saturday to BMY and spent eight hours interviewing with the different Department Heads. John let them believe they had a say-so in my hiring!

As I toured the plant with John, Margaret came over and said, "I told this guy he better get you over here to straighten out this mess!" John nodded and Margaret winked at me and said, "I'm kinda getting BURNED OUT!"

Thursday, December 8, 2011


For years my mother prepared a "Winter Survival Kit" for me to carry in my car. She was worried about my driving long distances to work and becoming stranded in a snow drift. She'd seen a television report about a woman who was stranded in a snow bank and she kept the engine running, not realizing that the tail pipe was packed with snow and she died from carbon monoxide poisoning.

The report suggested that people make a Winter Survival Kit by packing items into a 3-pound coffee can and the first year that's what she made. It is amazing the number of items one can pack into a coffee can. However, with each year the kit increased; after several years my kit was in a valise and eventually in a suitcase!

Among the items:

a coffee can to make a candle stove
long burning candle (a candle can add 8-10 degrees F)
a metal pan to melt snow for drinking
black plastic garbage bag (to keep warm)
snack packages
colored ribbons

Throughout the years other items were added:

flashlight, batteries
cigarette lighter
socks, hat, scarf, boots, long underwear, sweater and pants, ear muffs
sleeping bag
first aid kit
collapsible shovel
Kleenex (to use as toilet paper)
note pad and pencil
nuts, dried food, backpack meals

Each time my mother would get in the car in the winter she would lecture me: "You know you're supposed to keep it on the passenger side of the car in case you can't open the boot!" (Fayette County talk for "trunk"!) Invariably I would answer, "I knew you were going to be in the car.", to which she would respond, "Then you should have it in the back seat!"

Fortunately I never had to use the kits she so lovingly and thoughtfully prepared.


Wednesday, December 7, 2011



For icy door steps in freezing temperatures: Get warm water and put Dawn dishwashing liquid in it. Pour it all over the steps. They won't refreeze.

To remove old wax from a glass candle holder, put it in the freezer for a few hours. Then take the candle holder out and turn it upside down. The wax will fall out.

Whenever I purchase a box of S.O.S Pads, I immediately take a pair of scissors and cut each pad into halves. After years of throwing away rusted, smelly and unused pads, I finally decided that this would be much more economical. A box of S.O.S pads now lasts me indefinitely! In fact, I have noticed that the scissors get "sharpened'' this way!

Permanent marker on appliances/counter tops (like a BLUE store receipt.) Put rubbing alcohol on paper towel and the mark will go away.

Crayon marks on walls? A damp rag, dipped in baking soda. The marks come of with little effort.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


As Les looked at the table with more than 50 Santa music boxes on it, he let out an exaggerated sigh and said, "If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing!" as I'd quoted Mother's "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well!" earlier in the day.

My sister-in-law Sheila
used to say, "There's no such thing as too many Christmas decorations!" Les and Gerald disagree, especially after toting down more than 100 tubs from the attic and a dozen more from the basement. [No, sadly, I am NOT exaggerating; Les said he quit counting after 100!] The family room is the Santa Room, the laundry room is the Nutcracker Room, the kitchen is the Oreo tin room, the hallway is the Holly Room, the dining room is the 12 Days Of Christmas Room, the living room is the Sleigh Room and the library is the Coca Cola, Elvis and Train Room! Mother's room is the Cardinal Room, the bathroom is the Christmas Seashell Room, the hallway is the Basket Room, the spare bedroom is the Poinsettia Room, our bedroom is the Miscellaneous Room and Les refuses to have his room "decorated"!

There must be a tree in every room! The Santa tree fell over yesterday because the ornaments weren't well-distributed. The "Button Tree" is decorated with buttons collected since childhood with the top button being the cabbage rose from my wedding gown! The Nutcracker Tree sets on the hamper in the laundry room and I hear Les' grumbling about it on Monday, Wednesday and Friday because those are laundry days. I reminded him that there are only 4 weeks left until Christmas! On the kitchen table I have the Cookie Cutter Tree. The dining room has the 12 Days Of Christmas Tree; the library has a Coca Cola tree and also an Elvis Tree; the bathroom has a tree decorated with seashells. The living room tree has the Waterford ornaments in the front, Gerald's Star Trek ornaments on one side and my Wizard of Oz, Crayola, etc. ornaments on the other side. (Les said, "Sides? A tree doesn't have sides!"). Along the stairway are my mother's bubble lights and my sleigh ornaments.

As a kid we had one of those god-awful aluminum trees with the color wheel. That's why I've always had a "real" Christmas tree in the living room. Two years ago we bought an artificial tree and I hate it!

Last year, an acquaintance came to the house, and not knowing that I decorate every room, said, "OMG, I used to say that I thought the Grinch lived here because you don't have any Christmas decorations outside!" I said, "I have the sleigh on the porch and wreaths on the doors--I don't have time to do any outside decorating!"

Last year I promised that I would ONLY decorate the downstairs but Les caught me decorating the bathroom at 2:00 AM! He tried to extract the promise from me this year and he said he's calling Dr. Drew, Dr. Phil, Dr. Oz and Dr. Kildare for an INTERVENTION!

Monday, December 5, 2011



What did your town look like according to Penny Postcards?

Check out your old stomping grounds during the times of the penny postcard.

Click on the state and then on the county name to see old penny picture postcards from that area...pretty neat.

For example, here's Court Street at the old Masonic Temple.

Click here to see the link.

Sunday, December 4, 2011


On Jeopardy! the Final Jeopardy answer was: how many steps does the guard take during his walk across the tomb of the Unknowns?

1. How many steps does the guard take during his walk across the Tomb Of The Unknowns and why?

***21 steps. It alludes to the twenty-one gun salute which is the highest honor given any military or foreign dignitary.

2. How long does he hesitate after his about-face to begin his return walk and why?

***21 seconds for the same reason as answer number 1.

3. Why are his gloves wet?

***His gloves are moistened to prevent his losing his grip on the rifle.

4. Does he carry his rifle on the same shoulder all the time and, if not, why not?

***He carries the rifle on the shoulder away from the tomb. After his march across the path, he executes an about face and moves the rifle to the outside shoulder.

5. How often are the guards changed?

***Guards are changed every thirty minutes, twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year.

6. What are the physical traits of the guard?

***For a person to apply for guard duty at the Tomb, he must be between 5' 10" and 6' 2" tall and his waist size cannot exceed 30".

Guards must commit 2 years of life to guard the Tomb, live in a barracks under the Tomb, and cannot drink any alcohol on or off-duty for the remainder of their lives. They cannot swear in public for the remainder of their lives and cannot disgrace the uniform or the Tomb in any way.

After two years, the guard is given a wreath pin which is worn on his lapel signifying that he served as guard of the tomb. There are only 400 presently worn. The guards must obey these rules for the remainder of their lives or give up the wreath pins.

The shoes are specially made with very thick soles to keep the heat and cold from their feet. There are metal heel plates which extend to the top of the shoe in order to make the loud click as they come to a halt.

There are no wrinkles, folds or lint on the uniform. Guards dress for duty in front of a full-length mirror.

The first six months of duty a guard cannot talk to anyone nor watch TV. All off-duty time is spent studying the 175 notable people laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery. A guard must memorize who they are and where they are interred.

In 2003 as Hurricane Isabelle was approaching Washington DC, it was reported that because of the dangers from the hurricane, the military members assigned the duty of guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were given permission to suspend the assignment. They respectfully declined the offer. Soaked to the skin, marching in the pelting rain of a tropical storm, they said that guarding the Tomb was not just an assignment, it was the highest honor that can be afforded to a service person. The tomb has been patrolled continuously, since 1930.

Saturday, December 3, 2011


While I was registering at a local office, the supervisor of the Intake Clerk interrupted and gave instructions of how she wanted to have the Intake Clerk train another person.

Although I thought it was unprofessional for her to interrupt the process, she was precise and to the point. In situations like this, I usually say something like, "I was here first; you need to wait." After Les warning me that I'm going to get shot by some crazed person I've confronted, I have been trying to be a kinder, gentler person! [In stores, when the clerk answers the telephone instead of waiting on me, I always tell her/him that I was there first!].

After the supervisor completed her instructions, she then laid her hand on the Intake Clerk's shoulder and thanked her. I noticed the person cringe slightly.

After we completed my registration I asked the Intake Clerk, "Do you find that physical contact offensive or patronizing?" She said, "Oh, not really, she's very nice." I said, "I thought I saw you cringe." She nodded somewhat in agreement.

I said, "Where I worked that would be entirely unacceptable." She answered, "I know she doesn't mean anything by it; it's just her way and she's always very complimentary." I asked, "Does that make you do a better job?" She said, "No, but it's nice to be appreciated." I said, "You should tell her that I commented it is unprofessional and maybe she'll get the message; it's always better coming from an observant outsider."

When I told the story at home, Les said, "Or maybe she'll say a bitch was complaining!"

Friday, December 2, 2011


When Gerald and I were a young married couple, there were still neighborhood stores like The North Street Market, Elm Street Market, Enslen's and Fayette Street Grocery. We were both working two jobs, saving for the down payment for our house, and shopping time was limited but I watched the sales at all of the stores and whenever Coke was on sale we would go "load up", oftentimes buying only the Coke. Once, when we went to the Fayette Street Grocery, Gerald asked, as he always did, if there were a limit on the cartons of Coke. No limit had been advertised. Gerald already had six in the cart and I was behind him with six more in another cart. The guy answered, "Well, I think four would be a God's plenty!" Gerald and I sheepishly put two cartons each back on the shelf.

To this day, I still shop for Coke on sale and just yesterday I reminded the clerk at the Dollar Store that the limit was 6 and when I got home Gerald said, "Well, that's a God's plenty!"

Thursday, December 1, 2011


I've written previously that my mother would use some indelicate language. A friend posted recently that her grandmother used to say that she was "full of piss and vinegar"; Mother also used that phrase. The Free Dictionary gives this description: "Although many speakers assume that the phrase has a negative connotation, it is often used as a compliment, because vinegar is an old slang term for enthusiastic energy." Many people use the more polite term "pith and vinegar" but that makes it lose its flavor [oops! an almost unintentional play on words: flavor/vinegar; to keep with the flavorful connotation I could have written that Mother's language was "salty" or "spicy" which would be more accurate than "indelicate"!]

Whenever Mother would use language that we thought was unbecoming, we would ask, "Would Donna Reed talk like that?" The Donna Reed Show had Donna play Donna Stone, the embodiment of the perfect mother/housewife of the the 1960's.

During our "Montgomery Clift Movie Festival", my brother and I were watching "From Here To Eternity" and when Donna Reed demonstrated less than perfection as her character as a "lady of the night" Les piped up, "Would Donna Stone act like that?" I said, "She didn't win the Academy Award for "It's A Wonderful Life" but for that performance!"

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


At Carnegie Hall, gospel singer Wintley Phipps delivered perhaps the most powerful rendition of "Amazing Grace" ever recorded. He said, "A lot of people don't realize that just about all Negro spirituals are written on the black notes of the piano. Probably the most famous on this scale was written by John Newton, who used to be the captain of a slave ship, and many believe he heard this melody coming from the bowels of his ship because it sounds very much like a West African sorrow chant and although it is not technically a spiritual, it has such a haunting, haunting plaintive quality to it that reaches past your arrogance, past your pride, and it speaks to that part of you that's in bondage. And we feel it; we feel it! It's just one of the most amazing melodies in all of human history."

After sharing the noteworthy history of the song, Mr. Phipps delivered a stirring performance that brought the audience to its feet!

Video from KarmaTube

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


My brother Bode loved science fiction and Phillip K. Dick was one of his favorite authors. Knowing that Gerald also like science fiction, Bode asked if Gerald liked Phillip K. Dick's books. I said, "Oh, yes, he has 2 Dicks." Without batting an eye Bode said, "I thought Gerald was good but now I know he's outstanding!"

Monday, November 28, 2011


This song and its title was an answer to a Final Jeopardy and only one person got it right. Question (paraphrased): "What 1980's song do history teachers praise for its educational value"? I never could understand all the references on Billy Joel's song; fortunately, with this video, given the picture(s), now can "see" what our "ears" couldn't. Anyway, I checked to see the purpose behind the song. Apparently, it's Joel's homage to the 40-years of historical headlines since his birth (1949). I wish we could have appreciated the depths of this song when it was released. Twenty years later, it's amazing what Joel was able to put into music and lyrics lasting only a few minutes.

Whether you are a Billy Joel fan or not, you probably remember his great song, "We Didn't Start the Fire". Here it is, set to pictures. It's an interesting flashback through the past half century. I never did know all the words. Turn up the volume, sit back and enjoy a review of 50 years of history in less than 3 minutes! Thanks to Billy Joel and some guy from the University of Chicago with a lot of spare time and Google.

The top left gives you full screen; the top right lets you pause. The bottom left shows the year. The older you are, the more pictures you will recognize. Anyone over age 65 should remember more than 90% of what they see. But it's great at any age.

CLICK HERE for the video.

Sunday, November 27, 2011


I first heard the word "BLOVIATOR" years ago from that Ragin' Cajun James Carville. I had to look it up:

"BLOVIATE: verb, int.: to discourse at length in a pompous or boastful manner, making outlandish, strident statements thinking that the average person would care about the statements."

Recently I have come in daily contact with an 88-year old BLOVIATOR!

As he's a retired military man, I was ready for "war stories"! I thanked him for his service to his country and was genuinely interested to hear about his World War II experiences. He told me that his father had been in World War I and as an aside, I told him that World War I was not called that until World War II happened, but it was always called "The Great War"; he disputed that and said that everybody called it World War I.

It was THEN that I should have known not to believe anything he said. The BLOVIATOR told me a great number of "war stories" to which I suspended disbelief. However, some were so egregious that I had to make corrections to which he said, "Even though you know some history, I was there so I think I know better than you." I said, "Oh, those pesky history books I've read!" I think he missed the sarcasm. He said he retired when Eisenhower became President; as there was no war, there were too many officers and he had no chance for advancement.

Of course I didn't believe him.

The BLOVIATOR told me about his trip to England and I was truly interested and asked him if he had gone to the Lake District and he said that they had. I asked which poets' homes, etc. that they had visited and he said they went to Longfellow's grave. I asked, "You do know that Longfellow was an American poet, don't you?" He calmly said, "Yes, but they have a place for him there."

Of course I didn't believe him, but since he was so self-assured, I looked up about Longfellow's resting place in Cambridge--MASSACHUSETTS--not Cambridge, England!

Yesterday the BLOVIATOR told me about his good friend who was an "Appellate Judge" in Northern Ohio. He told me about the Judge's four children who are remarkably accomplished people. For instance, he said that the Judge's oldest son was an MD at the age of 16. I said, "Like Doogie Houser!" The BLOVIATOR did not know the reference to Doogie Houser. The BLOVIATOR continued by saying that the 16-year old doctor was on the FIRST heart transplant team. I asked, "You mean he went to South Africa?" The BLOVIATOR asked, "What do you mean?" I said, "Well, Christiaan Barnard was the first heart transplant surgeon." He answered, "No, he was on the one in America." I said, "Wow, you mean he worked with Dr. Shumway?" He said that he did.

Of course I didn't believe him. I knew that the first heart transplants had happened in the late 1960's and if the Judge's kid were 16 then, he would now be around 60 years of age. I asked, "So, he's around 60 now?" He said, "No, he's not that old."

Of course the Judge's son wasn't on the first heart transplant team!

My wise sister-in-law told me to just let him have his fantasies; let him go on with his tales, let him bask in his glory, just nod and occasionally say "Hmmm"!

Saturday, November 26, 2011


In the movie "The Manchurian Candidate" the character played by Laurence Harvey said to his bride: "There are two kinds of people in the world--those who turn on a TV when they come into a room--and those who don't."

Because of that Les and I have had a continuing dialogue which we call "There are two kinds of people in the world.....".

Today I saw a car with the license plate FROG L8E. I assume the "L8E" meant something but I didn't "GET" it! Beside the license plate was a sticker which read: "Frog parking only; all others will be TOAD!" I chuckled at that but still wondered why the owner would have the "L8E" which was not understandable--at least to me!

When I told Les, he said, "There are two kinds of people in the world--those who have vanity plates and those who don't." I said, "I don't understand people getting vanity plates and especially having stuff that's not easily understood!"

Les said, "There are two kinds of people in the world: people who put bumper stickers on their cars which people will not GET!" I asked, "Like what?" He continued, "You know, like 26+6=1." Touche! I had that bumper sticker on my car which of course most people did not "GET"! He said, "What's the purpose of having something on there which 99.9% of people won't understand?" I answered, "It made me feel good." He said, "Maybe the Frog guy feels good!"

I always made fun of people who had a bumper sticker "I'd rather be driving my Corvette" on their car. I told Gerald I wanted a bumper sticker for my Corvette which would read: "I'd rather be driving my Maserati." It would be a cardinal sin to put a bumper sticker on a Corvette!

Friday, November 25, 2011


The Grand Opening of Ohio's FIRST campaign headquarters for ORGANIZING FOR AMERICA for the CAMPAIGN TO RE-ELECT BARACK OBAMA was held November 15, 2011, in Chillicothe, Ohio. WHY, you may ask, was Chillicothe chosen instead of a large city?

Greg Schultz, Ohio Director of ORGANIZING FOR AMERICA, was the featured speaker at the Grand Opening and he explained that Chillicothe was chosen because it was the first capitol of Ohio and the Obama campaign wanted to stress the importance of southern Ohio in the election as it had in 2008. Greg pointed toward me and said that I'd just told him that on election night in 2008 that I screamed in my friend's ear: "Nine votes per precinct, nine votes per precinct!"

In 2004, although John Kerry carried the major cities, he lost the state because he did not carry southern Ohio. In 2008, the Obama campaign told its followers that if Kerry had had just nine votes per precint MORE in southern Ohio, he would have won Ohio and, of course, the election! Florida would not have mattered! The Obama campaign placed representatives in crucial areas of southern Ohio. Throughout the campaign, "NINE VOTES PER PRECINCT" was our mantra!

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving Day, currently celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November by federal legislation in 1941, has been an annual tradition in the United States by presidential proclamation since 1863 and by state legislation since the Founding Fathers of the United States. Historically, Thanksgiving began as a tradition of celebrating the harvest of the year.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

HB 319

It was a cold, blustery day but our intrepid band of volunteers sat adjacent to the Veterans Memorial Park in downtown Washington Court House collecting signatures for the Referendum To Repeal HB 319.

Sherrod Brown's robo-calls worked. Nearly everyone who came to sign the petition had received a call from Senator Brown to tell them that we would be located there to have the petitions to sign.

Dorothy, Michael, Marie, Dan, Gail and Sharon and I manned the table in shifts and despite gusts of wind blowing away our flyers, we prevailed and collected enough signatures to guarantee our committed 3%. Just as with SB5 we need to collect more than the required amount of signatures because we need to send a message to Kasich and the legislators, plus we also know that the Secretary of State and his minions will be doing everything they can to reject signatures. When we collect enough signatures we can hold the politicians accountable who concocted this ridiculous bill.

In a craven political move to deny Ohioans fair representation in Congress, the Ohio House passed Bill 319. It is unfair that they drew a map which does not reflect Ohio. A full 3/4 of the districts drawn are for one party. The map slices and dices Ohio communities into separate districts, essentially taking away our voice in Congress. How does it make any sense that Fayette County would be in the same district as part of metropolitan Dayton? They drew lopsided districts that would guarantee that they remain in power. The House districts are so gerrymandered that voters wouldn't be able to kick them out of office.

The deadline for the petitions is December 23, 2011. Please call, e-mail or Facebook message me to arrange a time to sign.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011


A friend who is a fellow movie lover said she'd never heard the phrase "meet-cute" which I referenced in one of my postings.

"Meet-cute" is a reference to the usually zany, amusing, unlikely ways that a future romantic couple first meet in romantic comedies. We know from the adorable pairing that they are destined to fall in love. The heyday of "Meet-Cute" scenarios was in the 1930's screwball comedies.

My favorite "Meet-Cute" is the one I mentioned in the article: in "Bluebeard's Eighth Wife", Claudette Colbert and Gary Cooper met in a department store and they were at the pajama counter but the store sold only packages of pajamas with the tops and bottoms together. Colbert's character wanted only the pajama TOP and Cooper's character wanted only the pajama BOTTOM! Ernst Lubitsch, the director of the movie is credited with coining the phrase "meet-cute". To be a successful "meet-cute" the male character must be a certain adorable type and the female character must be a strong heroine.

Some of my other favorites:

"It Happened one Night": Claudette Colbert and Clark Gable meet while arguing over the last seat on a bus and she falls asleep with her head on his shoulder.

"Bringing Up Baby": Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn meet when she mistakes his golf ball for her own.

"The Lady Eve": Barbara Stanwyck and Henry Fonda meet when she deliberately sticks out her foot to trip him and then chastises him for breaking the heel from her shoe!

"Mr. Deeds Goes To Town": Jean Arthur meets Gary Cooper when she pretends to faint outside his mansion.

"Singin' In The Rain": Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds meet when he is running away from fans and he jumps over the tops of cars, trolleys, and taxis and lands in her convertible.

"101 Dalmatians": the dog Pongo causes his owner and Perdita's owner to meet by tangling up the leashes and propelling them into a pond.

Some more recent movies have also had some "Meet-Cutes":

"Serendipity": John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale meet when they both try to grab a pair of cashmere gloves at Bloomingdale's.

"The Wedding Planner": Matthew McConnaghey meets Jennifer Lopez when he saves her life by rescuing her from a runaway dumpster.

"The Holiday": Ironically, the Eli Wallach character, a screenwriter, mentions the pajama top/bottom scene but Kate Winslet and Jack Black's characters meet because of trading the London home for the Los Angeles home of Cameron Diaz.

Monday, November 21, 2011


I've written before that in my family, old cliches are frowned upon, thus we have as our family motto, "Where there's a will, there's a relative." "Absence makes the heart ponder.", "Cold hands, warm liver.", "That isn't half-bad, more like 3/4!", are among other cherished NON-CLICHES!

Yesterday, I accompanied a couple in their car to the doctor's office and the doctor ordered the wife taken to the hospital for evaluation. When the wife was admitted, the husband naturally wanted to stay with her. So there I was, stuck without a car; I thought of calling a cab but I'd left my purse in my car. I was denigrating myself for my lack of planning. I called Gerald to come to rescue me but he didn't have his cell phone with him! I called my friend Gail and she came quickly and took me to get my car.

As I was alighting from her vehicle I said, "A friend in need is a pest!"

Sunday, November 20, 2011


This simple test indicates that the majority of Americans are ill-informed or just don't know what's going on around them. It's no wonder our politicians can take such advantage. This is an interesting and simple test. It's astonishing that so many people get less than half right. These results say that 80% of the (voting) public do not have a clue and that's pretty scary. There are no tricks here; just a simple test to see if you are current on your information.

Test your knowledge with 11 questions, and then be ready to shudder when you see how others did.

Click here: Test Your News IQ - Pew Research Center

Saturday, November 19, 2011


Read each question first, don't scroll down to see the answers until later.

1. Why are 2010 dollar bills worth more than 2009 dollar bills?

2. Johnny's mother had three children. The first child was named April. The second child was named May. What was the third child's name?

3. There is a clerk at the butcher shop; he is five feet ten inches tall and he wears size 13 sneakers. What does he weigh?

4. Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the world?

5. How much dirt is there in a hole that measures two feet by three feet by four feet?

6. What word in the English language is always spelled incorrectly?

7. Billy was born on December 28th, yet his birthday is always in the summer. How is this possible?

8. In California, you cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg. Why not?

9. What was the President's name in 1975?

10. If you were running a race, and you passed the person in 2nd place, what place would you be in now?

11. Which is correct to say: "The yolk of the egg are white?" or "The yolk of the egg is white?"

12. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks in the other field, how many haystacks would he have if he combined them all in another field?

1. It's a dollar more.
2. Johnny, of course.
3. Meat
4. Mt. Everest, it just wasn't discovered yet.
5. There is no dirt in a hole.
6. Incorrectly
7. Billy lives in the Southern Hemisphere.
8. You can't take pictures with a wooden leg, you need a camera to take pictures.
9. Barack Obama, same as it is now.
10. You would be in 2nd. You passed the person in 2nd place, not 1st.
11. Neither, the yolk of an egg is yellow.
12. One, if he combines all his haystacks, they all become one big stack.

How alert was your brain?

Friday, November 18, 2011


The best line from the Campaign To Defeat Issue 2 comes from my brother Norman:

"John Kasich should be given the UNION ORGANIZER OF THE YEAR AWARD."