I was depressed last night so I called Lifeline.





Got a freakin' call center in Afghanistan.

I told them I was suicidal.

They got all excited and asked if I could drive a truck.

I am so ready to go back to work. I'm bored with the strike already. I'm tired of listening to people b**ch their whole picketing shift. I keep quiet and then try to offer a positive statement about something, anything.

Life sucks. Deal with it people. Put your big girl panties on and deal with it. We don't always get what we want. Too bad, so sad.

Anyways.............having time off has meant getting some things done around the house. I've had time to cook dinner every night, keep the house clean and the laundry up to date. hmmmm, somebody could get used to that. Not mentioning any names.

Looking forward to the Spring. Just get me through the winter and I'll be alright.

Yup, still out there and it's not getting any easier. Doing my duty and waiting for the powers that be to smarten up and start talking to each other. Just like they do in Kindergarten.

Kit the Tool Man

It's been 6 years since my buddy Kit passed away. He was a dear friend and I still miss him.

Kit taught me many life lessons. For a guy who couldn't speak he had a lot to say. Kit wasn't afraid to be who he was, whom God created him to be. He accepted it and made the most of it.

Kit was a prayer warrior. Kit didn't just quietly bow his head and sniff a quiet Amen, he looked up to the heavens and raised his arms and commanded God to listen to him with his gestures.

Kit was an evangelist. He couldn't go past the cemetary without 'explaining' how to accept the Lord into your heart. It was a really very simple message he gave and the message has never changed. He got it.

Kit was a friend to all. It didn't matter who the person was. If they looked like they needed a friend Kit would take them by the hand, hold it to his heart and voila! a new friendship was born.

Kit was a charmer. When he met my mom the first time he took her hand and kissed her wedding rings and laughed. Then he gave her a giant hug and after that they were the best of friends.

Kit was a worker. His daily tasks around the home where he lived were to check on things that that didn't work that might need fixing, things that worked fine that still might need fixing, and to wait for the people who came to work at the home so he could instruct them as to what was current on his 'to do' list.

Kit was a wonderful son and brother. He loved his family dearly. He was a dedicated Christian, a loyal friend and a true man of God.

Here's to you Bud. I miss you.

Loving FB

Years ago in Hawaii I was needing a place to live while I was going to College. I got word from a friend of a friend that a family in Kahala was looking for 'household help'. I called the phone number I was given and spoke to a nice lady who told me that yes, indeed they wanted someone to come and live in and would I like to come and meet them.

The next day I went to meet Barbara and son Jeff and see the house and talk about the job. Basically I would be there to help with household stuff, chauffeur Jeff around (who was 12 at the time) and in exchange they would give me room and board and a little cash on the side. Pretty cushy job. Beautiful home in Kahala, which at that time was one of the most prestigious neighborhoods on Oahu.

Barbara was a Dr. and told me that her husband Dr. R would want to meet me first before she could say I got the job. He had a few questions for me so would I like to stay for supper and meet Dr. R? Of course I would.

I was all nervous and everything wondering what's he going to ask me? What kind of cleaning products do I use? Do I replace the toilet paper rolling over or under? What? Will I clean the pool daily or twice weekly? What about the tennis courts? How many times a week will I sweep the leaves off that? Will I wash the Mercedes weekly? Just his or hers or both?

Dr. R walked in the door and introduced me as the 'one who was applying for the job'. And do you know what he asked me?

"Do you smoke?" No.

"Do you drink?" No.

"Do you listen to rock music?" No.

"You're hired". Then he went on to tell me that my influence on his 12 year old son was the most important thing about the job. That years from now nobody would remember what I cooked for dinner or how well I cleaned the house or any of those things but what they would remember is the influence I'd have on a young teenage boy.

I never forgot that interview. I lived with the family for a year and then they relocated to Boston because Dr. R was dying of cancer and he wanted his wife to be settled close to her sister for support. He passed away the following year.

Jeff and I got along famously and I have great memories of hanging out with him. We looked like brother and sister and sometimes people would ask if we were. Jeff was always quick to point out that no we weren't, thank you very much, she's my governess and then he'd laugh his head off.

Jeff and I reconnected on FB recently. I laughed myself silly reading his emails, he sounds exactly the same. I told him I'm going to dig up his first school dance pics and post them.

Stay tuned.