Computer Updates and back to Kvetching, by Diane Scott Lewis

 

My computer did massive updates and now my Printshop won't work. I'll have to reload it. When I have time to feel the frustration of things not loading properly.

I've never been called pretty, but no one wants to hear it.

So I'll put it here. In the navy we girls went to a dance. Everyone at my table was picked to dance, except me. I finally got up and left. Humiliating.

When I first started dating my husband, some guy confronted me and told me you should have seen his previous girlfriend, she was so beautiful. Insult. And what was the point?

Once cruising with my friends as a teen, a guy ran up to our car and said he liked all my friends, but didn't know about me. Not like he was any prize. More insults.

Why do people have to keep pointing out that I'm not pretty? I'll never understand it. I have value even without the superficialness of pretty on the outside.

Beauty is an unearned privilege. A good, intelligent person should matter, too.

Here's me with my still best friend, tall and lanky. About ten, maybe

Okay, got that off my chest.

Oh, wait, elementary school. A girl told me I reminded her of her friend. When the friend heard it, she said to me, "please don't tell anyone."

Bitch.

I wish I'd had the witty comebacks I needed for all these times.

I need a pause button, as in I can't believe you said that, what is my witty comeback?

I see pics of me in high school, and I think I looked just fine. I'm second from the right in this picture.

That's the rant for the day.

Let's Talk Blessings for a Change, by Diane Scott Lewis

 

I read thru all my previous posts and OMG, I do kvetch too much on the same stuff.

How about shaking it up and talk of what I'm thankful for? Not to worry, I'll be back to bitching soon.

I'm thankful for a warm house and bed. Having my husband with me, though we love to annoy one another.

Here we are in 2019 at the deserted base.

We traveled to Greece in 2019 to the area, Nea Makri, where we met in the navy in 1974.

I'm blessed to have two sons, though we've had our highs and lows.

Younger son, Jeffry, at his wedding.

Oldest son Christopher with my dog Fritzie

And I'm blessed to have had great friends throughout my life (forget the ones who caused pain and were toxic)

My oldest friend is still in my life, and I love her so much.

Candy and me, ten and twelve, I think.

I was fortunate to have had a brother for the first 24 years of my life, but drugs took him too soon. Miss you so much, Scotty!

Now I'm double blessed to have two lively, beautiful granddaughters, and for that I'm so grateful.

Nothing is perfect, don't I know it. But keep on keeping on.

Next post, more bitching I'm sure. It's good for the soul to release the angst. LOL

And the crap goes on, by Diane Scott Lewis

 Okay, my first post from my Kindle. How to upload a picture?  Hmmmm, it didn't work.

Here's a pic of my snuggy. She's a stunner!

My first bitch, that asshole Trump is running again for president. Why won't he disappear and leave America to the sane people?

Sadly, there's too many deluded idiots that love him. Why? Scratch the surface of this malignant man and there is nothing but selfishness, it's all about him, always. He wants to destroy the country. He wants to be a tyrant. And his followers blindly follow.

They want power and care nothing about the good of the U.S.

They care nothing about the good of the world. They deny there is even a war in Ukraine! Those refugees are all actors. Seriously. What is wrong with you? Even my husband's family adores this psychopath.

I guess that is my only bitch today.

You'll see Trumpettes, he will take you down.

Fingers crossed he's indicted soon. 

Oz Defeated, the Red Wave that was a trickle, by Diane Scott Lewis

Thanks goodness people came out to vote, defeated OZ and that right-wing nut job, Mastriani. Dems still control the senate.There is hope in the world. Sadly, Putin is still trying to flatten Ukraine, though many of his troops have deserted.

Trump had dinner with Kanya West, an anti-Semite, and a white supremist leader named Fuentes...isn't that Hispanic? All madmen. Why can't his fans see his clay feet?

Our world continues on its nightmare course.

I'm finally on the Stop-the-Pee meds, with minimum success. We might build a half bath onto our bedroom. That will help a lot.

Now I have a cold, to top off the fun and games. But I'm not being bombed out of my home, having my electric grid wiped out, and I'm still here.

If everyone stuck to their own countries, cared about fairness and not power, what a wonderful world it would be. But I guess that has never been so.

I still wake up with anxiety most mornings. I wish I knew why. The MS attacking, maybe?

It's pouring rain, and my youngest grandgirl is coming to spend the night. I hope I can keep up with her!

Okay, this pic is pretty old, but aren't we cute?

Another Bitch-a-thon post from me, because I CAN!

The World Hurls to War and my Body Attacks by Diane Parkinson

 

Putin is threatening to use Nuclear weapons against Ukraine, a country he should never have invaded in the first place. Kim-the-not-Slim head of North Korea is firing missals over Japan. We fired back, to show that we can. Tyrants abound everywhere. Why do they need more than they have? Take care of your own countries, you morons.

Pennsylvania is in trouble. Dr. Oz, yeah, that idiot, is running for the senate. He's gaining on Fetterman. Just what we need, another reality star messing up the government. Can't people see through his lies? Obviously not. Look who was president.

Here's my Ship of Fools I made of loony Republicans. 

This is the one I made for Kathy; I can't find the original. Still amusing.

On to me, my bladder is kicking my urethra, in other words, it won't control itself anymore. I rush, a relative term these days, to the bathroom down the hall. And it takes forever to get an appointment with the Urologist. Meanwhile, Depends to dam the flood. Such fun, but at least I'm still here...

Until the tyrants decide otherwise.

Still at War, Still Inflated, Still Dragging, by Diane Parkinson

 Dear Diary:

That's how I treat this blog, as my diary, to write the things I used to tell my friend Kathy. I need a new cyber pal who doesn't mind me ranting or blabbing on every day, lol.

I felt better in April, but it's now June and feeling a bit sad. So much is going on. We're about to leave for Nashville to a Greek reunion. A place we were stationed in the 70s.

In our RV, since we're taking the dog. But she's a bad traveler, puking in my lap usually. It's okay, since I love her.

Anyway, lots to do, snap out of it!! Life goes on blah, blah. And I have a bladder infection.

We ate a spaghetti dinner with family, a fundraiser for my granddaughter's close friend, whose parents were killed in a motorcycle crash. I played a video game with my youngest grandgirl. Be grateful for moments like this. 

And we said we'd take the girls if anything happened to son and DIL. I wonder if we pissed off DIL by mentioning this. You never can tell.

I dreamt of my mom and grandma last night. It was comforting, talking to my grandma.

Bad Poetry by Diane Scott Lewis

 This just popped into my crazy head, not that anyone reads this blog, lol.

My life, a sleeve caught on a drawer pull.
A rip, a hole.
A pink scratch or blood.
Repair or throw away.
Pick up torn scraps,
To mend, eventually.