This is Horrifying

H/T to Watchman73 over at By the Blood of the Lamb who posted this. 

Screws Fall Out All the Time, The World's an Imperfect Place

The main cabinet that opens to the garbage can in my kitchen has lost a screw. The screw that holds the handle in place so that now it is just dangling. Of course the screw is missing, and since I don't have time to look for another one before work. It will just have to hang there until I have time to deal with it.

It brought back the memory of the movie, “The Breakfast Club”. A movie that defined our generation when Judd Nelson was beautiful and funny and not at all gay. In fact, none of the characters were gay, or trannies, or any of that garbage you see now. I miss those days.

Demonic Technology

This is an excellent video from Lookoutfa Charlie, who does a lot of research on frequencies and technology currently being used against us. My only difference of opinion from him is he believes that it isn't demons, it's technology, specifically A.I. I believe the technology itself is demonic and has nefarious purposes. It's a good video none the less. (Language warning)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Lots and lots of things to be thankful for today, as I am every day. I'm really thankful to be gainfully employed again at a job I love. Having regular paychecks and not having to be soooo tight with money is a true blessing.

The first month at my new job was physically very demanding, especially after having three years of sedentary work. Then, my weekends were even busier with making potato salad for lunches and casseroles and meatloaf etc., for dinners – not to mention having to do the dishes multiple times a day to free up sink and counter space for the next meal prep project. I literally wore myself out. But I've settled into a nice routine now. I do have a little alone time on my drive back and forth to work, although I've been known, on more than one occasion, to get lost in thought and miss my turn.

Once, on the way home, I started thinking about various things and then noticed I had missed my turn home a long ways back. I saw a familiar street name and thought, I'll just turn here and follow it back into town. It was a gravel road. Now, being basically a city girl, when I saw the sign for “Gravel Ends” I naturally assumed that meant it would be paved. Ha ha ha. Poor ignorant fool. So, several miles down the road, it turned to full on dirt road. Standing in the middle of the road, was a flock of ten or twelve very tall vultures. I can tell you that I've never seen an actual vulture up close and personal before. I guess a flock of buzzards is sometimes called a wake or a committee. Well, the committee apparently voted not to move as my car approached. I thought, maybe this is sign that I should just turn around? Yeah.

I've had no time whatsoever to keep up on blogs and news of the incoming Trump administration, but seeing the ridiculous picks for some of these positions, (as if Elon Musk himself wasn't bad enough) it just makes me think that nothing has really changed. Be careful what you wish for. In a way, it could be worse when the dust settles. In the background, the shots are still being doled out and no one is stopping it. You know what comes after warp speed? Ludicrous speed. Buckle up.

I thought (very briefly) of slaving over a hot oven for Thanksgiving, but since I essentially do that every weekend, I thought I would like Cracker Barrel to do the slaving and I would just drive over and pick up a nice Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings for two. Can't wait.

Things are very good for me, even though I am still ridiculously busy all the time. Real life has taken precedence over online life for the first time in probably a decade. To be honest, it is very peaceful. I'm not caught up in the never ending fear mongering. I like it.

Anyway, I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving. You take care out there.

Watch while you can...

 Dr. Oz. What a clown and it really shows that the plan continues...

Sorry

I still have no time, even less on the weekends. No motivation either. I spent the day in bed yesterday. My back was spasming and I can't afford to have it go all the way out. Just a quick update that the job is still excellent, but I'm worn out. Will try to post something significant soon. Justin Old Guy had a request so here is one of the songs he picked.

It's awful quiet out there

 

I can't even....

I guess the Catholic Church has officially “jumped the shark” with the introduction of it's new mascot.

Luce...................................................(fer)

Gunner Q does a nice breakdown of our cutesy little image of the beast. It's quite harsh, but it's the truth:

I Love Luce-y-Xir

It even comes complete with shoes covered in the blood of the saints. It's really too bad the Pope couldn't talk to the Gen Zer's about Jesus! That is really who they need to hear about, not some hidden version of Satan himself complete with the blood of the saints on his shoes.

I'm kind of speechless on how absolutely blatant this is and so many people are defending it.

* shaking my head *

My Observations on Water Towers

(Just as an aside, my job is still awesome, and everything is well with me. Still incredibly busy, but I did want to talk about water towers.)

I see many interesting things on my 40 minute drive back and forth to work. I'd like to talk to you about what I've witnessed about the moon on my drive, but I don't have the time for the proper research. Maybe next month.

So, let's talk about the water towers I've seen. There are two water towers I've seen in Abilene. This one:

and this one:

There is also one in Solomon:

Water Towers are cool. But the water tower I would like to discuss is called Ottawa RWD 2 that is near the road, fairly close to where I work. This water tower bugs me to no end. First of all, it doesn't look like the other water towers I've seen. It looks very similar to this:

but reminds me of this:

Now, maybe I'm just a kook (and who knows, I probably am.) Coming home from work, Ottawa RWD 2 is on the left side of the road. On more than one occasion, on the right side of the road, I have seen a very tight formation of birds fly straight towards the tower only to suddenly, as a group, turn aside and go the opposite direction. Over and over they fly in crazy circles across from the water tower. I have not seen the birds in the area act like that anywhere else.

We interrupt this post to bring you some educational videos concerning Tesla Towers:

Maybe it's just me, but if you wanted to hide a Tesla Tower in plain sight, maybe you would tell the local population that it was a newfangled water tower and wait till they all fell back asleep. I could be wrong, but it is highly suspect in my book. Anyway....

Hope you all are doing well. Take care out there.

Everything is Not Fine

Don't Mind Me sent me Part 3 from Truthstream Media. I had posted Part 1 and 2 concerning the wreckage of what is going on in N C, a couple posts ago. He had posted the link to the second video in the comment section, but it is very important that people know what is going on. Thank you Don't Mind Me for sending these.

No Rest for the Weary

It's been a long week. I'm still loving my job and really starting to love the people that I work with. It's the first job I've ever had where I feel appreciated for my skills and my ability to work hard and embrace what is expected of me with a view to being successful. The responsibilities I have at my job pale in comparison to what I have to do at home to keep the household functioning smoothly.

In the mornings I get up at 3:30am (no masonic number there – it is what it is) have my coffee and relax for an hour before the workday really begins. I take a shower, make breakfast for my husband and then pack him a lunch. I wash the dishes (I don't have a dishwasher – that would be sweet!), get the coffee maker ready for the next day, get dressed, warm up the car and head out the door.

I have a forty minute drive to work. It's all back roads so it is peaceful and I have time to think. I come up with the best ideas on those drives, that I quickly forget once I get to where I'm going. I will write more about my morning drives in the future. It's definitely sucking up the gas though, and I will have to fill up at least once a week.

When I get home, I check the computer to see what I missed during the day and then start making dinner. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Today I need to run into town to pick up a package and get some groceries. Then I have to prep for the upcoming week by making some potato salad, cooking a chicken and then catch up on chores like cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming. On top of that, I have to do an emergency defrost of the freezer even though I just did it 6 months ago. The stupid door won't stay shut. Sigh.

There is less than 3 weeks until the fake election, so I am curious what will happen. Maybe nothing. Maybe all hell breaks loose. Frankly, I'm just too busy and tired to pay it any mind. Just trying to get through the day getting everything done. I'm usually in bed by 8pm. I sleep good.

Hope you all are doing well, take care out there.  

 

It Starts

It's 26 degrees out this morning. I'm so not ready for winter! Will post when I have time.

Some Things to Think About

I know it's been a couple weeks since devastation hit our country in the form of a "hurricane". The following videos are something to keep in mind going forward.

And "they" are willing to admit they have the technology. Read between the lines.

Free Range Judy

So far, I'm totally loving my new job. I have my own office and a mini-fridge. I believe at some point in the future, I'm going to get a little coffee maker in there for that 3pm slump.

One of the women in charge met with me on my first full day (Thursday) to go over my responsibilities. The day I went in for the drug test (Tuesday) she called me Judy. Wednesday, when I came in to watch the training videos (which were videos on how to care for Dementia patients – not how to do my job) she stopped in to see me and called me Judy again. This time I corrected her with my real name. I took the blame for not correcting her the first time. We laughed about it and she said she may still call me Judy occasionally as a joke.

I was filling out a time card because I didn't have an employee number yet to clock in. It needed a supervisor's signature. I asked her if she was my supervisor. She said, “I don't know” and told me I didn't need a signature. I asked if I need to take my breaks or my lunch at a certain time. She said, “No, you're kind of free range.” Wow, I like that. The bottom line is, no one is micro-managing me. Sweet.

Part of my responsibilities is ordering supplies but the supply rooms are in total disarray. There are duplicate supplies in several rooms scattered through out the facility so starting day one, I began taking inventory – going room to room so we have an idea of what supplies we have where. It's a huge job and will take me a while. After two days I'm only half way through room 1 and there are possibly 10 rooms altogether.

I will attend morning staff meetings with all the important people. For my first meeting I let them know where I was in inventorying and that when I was finished, I would bring it back to the group so we could decide together where we eventually want everything. The Administrator came to my office afterwards and shut the door. He told me I did an excellent job in the meeting and to keep up the good work. It's only day three but it's already in the running for best job ever.

This job, and the entire atmosphere of the place, is the polar opposite of working for the witches at the last place. Witches in the literally sense. All memories of which are starting to fade like a long ago nightmare.

At the end of the day on Friday, my not-supervisor stopped by to let me know she was leaving work and that she is very excited that I am working here now. She said, “Have a great weekend Judy!” We laughed.

I'm actually looking forward to Monday.

Take care out there.

Day One

I got an email late afternoon yesterday to start my new job today. As far as I know, I'm just going to be watching some training videos. My first full day should be tomorrow, and I haven't been told yet when my shifts will be. I'm excited. I'm also so peaceful about this new job, not at all like the stress I was going through with the last job, knowing I had 12 hour shifts on graveyard. Working 8 hour shifts will be a piece of cake comparatively. Not sure when I will be able to post again. Hopefully soon.

Take care out there. 

Outta Time - Updated for Cederq

I was doing some research for a blog post and time just got away from me. I have to make potato salad and a meatloaf before it gets too hot today. Hopefully tomorrow.

Here is a time song just for Cederq

One Year Later – The Script Continues

It's been one year since the false flag event that started the blatant genocide being carried out on the Gaza strip. The official story was that “Hamas” attacked Israel using hang gliders on one of the most heavily defended borders in the world with the most advanced surveillance equipment, yet Israel didn't respond for over 10 hours. I'm not going to rehash all the propaganda and news from that time, or what has happened in that region since. I just want to remind people that this event was literally written into the script 11 years earlier on the cover of the 2012 double edition of the Economist magazine.

For years before that, Israel was actually funding Hamas, who never really did represent the actual civilian Palestinian people but were just the mainstream controlled opposition group paid for and used for the continuation of the world stage movie we are all watching.

Now, all of a sudden, Iran needs to be attacked. For reasons. It reminds me of this one time, when the bad guy was hiding out in the caves of Afghanistan, but we needed to attack Iraq. It doesn't really make any sense, but these things never do.

Strangely, I was going to post about this article first, before I found out about today being the one year anniversary, which is actually pertinent in the big picture.

Dying for dark gods – We should at least know who we are getting sacrificed to

Don't let the first couple paragraphs prevent you from reading the whole thing. He's just setting the stage.

So, who knows how things will play out. I'm sure our tax dollars will get funneled over there regardless, instead of helping our people here at home. But that's a whole other blog post. Continue to pray for the people affected by the “Hurricane” and prepare for whatever may come. I guess Wyoming is now on fire, but I'm not seeing anything about it.

Anyway, take care out there.

I'm Back

When I wrote my last blog post, I was thinking of waiting at least a month before posting again so I wrote 10.6.24 on my to do list. I've thought about posting before now, but I couldn't tell if it was me or the Lord that set the October 6^th deadline. Thought I better stay on the safe side.

Ironically, I went on a job interview on Tuesday, October 1st and got the call with the job offer on Oct 4th. I was actually surprised to hear from them so fast. The job is contingent on whether or not I pass the drug test tomorrow, and since it has been a couple weeks since I've eaten any poppy seed dressing, I should be able to safely say, the job is mine.

I'd like to thank everyone for all their prayers for the last month. On Sept. 25^th, I had no money for rent and was beginning to worry, but at the end of the day, there was a thousand dollar donation from a very special friend in my account, enough for rent and to make the credit card payments. The Lord is never late. I should have at least one paycheck from the new job before rent is due again. Thank God.

This devastating situation in East Tennessee and North Carolina is absolutely heartbreaking. Weather warfare that has been perfected to target this area is so evil it makes your head spin. People will be recovering from this for a long time, and some will never recover. I'm not familiar with this guy, but just found him on the side bar this morning, but he has some good information as we enter Day 7 or 8.

The only thing I disagree with him is, we are NOT voting our way out of this. This is another attack from the enemy, plain and simple. Please continue to pray for those affected.

Take care out there.

Lightbulb Economy Part Two or Funk Intensified

Sigh. I'm having kind of a bad day (life). It was good that the Lord arranged for my sisters to visit in preparation for me. I have something really special to think about on days like this.

I saw some beautiful mini sunflowers on the side of the road on my way into town yesterday. On my walk this morning I took some scissors and a plastic bag and walked across the road. I cut some of those sunflowers and some amazing little tendrils that were on ivy growing near by. I imagined how they would look arranged in an empty pickle jar on my counter.

The reality was, I didn't cut enough and all the little sunflower faces just drooped sadly around the lip of the jar. I actually felt worse for cutting them in the first place.

Just for clarification, the bulbs I bought for the RV are standard issue 1156 lightbulbs. Just like the picture. I guess there was some misunderstanding that maybe I bought specialty expensive RV light bulbs. No. Just regular 1156 lightbulbs from the regular auto parts store. The point I was making in that post was that they use to cost $13 dollars for 2 packages a couple months ago and now they are $17 dollars for two packages. A four dollar increase. My husband said he used to get two packages for 99 cents 20 years ago.

We have a new (fake) terrorist group, this time from Venezuela. Another school shooting. Another deadly disease that's going to get you even if you have no symptoms. Another day of ridiculous stories about Trump, Harris, Walz, RFK Jr., etc. I don't want to comment on our current fake reality, because I am actually still suffering from the fallout of losing my really good job for refusing to take a test or a shot and fled the state, only to end up in a place that is way too hot in summer and way too cold in the winter. Where I don't know anyone and the job market is the worst.

Anyway. I'm taking a break from blogging for a while. I may be back, I may not. Maybe if I finally get a job and an actual income, my attitude will improve. For now, I don't want to infect the rest of you.

Have a good life.

Lightbulb Economy

The scenery changes daily on my walks. New campers arriving and old campers leaving. I waved goodbye to some people as they left with their matching toy haulers. I'd heard of Minnie Winnies, but there was a little red Micro Winnie parked out front, with a slide out and an awning. I wanted to go up to the door and knock, and ask if I could look inside. I wondered if it was as cool on the inside as it was on the outside.

When I first moved to Kansas, two twinpacks of RV lightbulbs were around $13 something at O'Reilly's Auto Parts store. I bought some recently for $17 dollars. Ouch. They are not very good as I have had to change the bulb in my computer area 3 times in the last month. My husband thinks it may be the fixture. That knowledge doesn't help the situation. I may have to start ordering in bulk online. The massive gouging continues.

Everything has gotten so expensive and continues to rise. Although, my sisters thought our gas prices were excellent. It's over 2 dollars more a gallon in Oregon. I'm buying the barest minimum I can at the grocery store and pinching pennies as best I can. Why yes, I'll buy that dented can of crushed pineapple for 50 cents. I may have to drive back to the Aldi and see if I can get more of those boxes of organic mac & cheese. They were fairly inexpensive and go well with our stash of Spam.

I was interviewed a couple weeks ago by a little girl who admitted that when she first got the director's job two months before, she had never written a check or put the flag up on a mailbox to send out mail. I just got the rejection email yesterday stating that they had hired another candidate, even though I saw that job posted again on Indeed. Whatever. At least I know how to write a check and mail a letter. It reminded me of an interview I had years ago when I tried to get a job at Game Stop. The woman interviewing me said that she had never played a video game before but that I was over qualified for the job. At least I've played lots of video games and could sell them to old ladies. Probably didn't have enough tattoos or piercings. My life sometimes drips with irony. Anyway, the job hunt continues.

That's all for now. Hope you are buying what you need today before prices go hyperbolic.

Take care out there.

Gift from Dad

My 83 year old dad has been taking a water color class. He asked me on the phone if I had any wall space in my RV. I can see the one empty wall from the bedroom, and told him that I did have some space and that I would love to have one of his paintings. He said he would send one.

One of the presents my sister brought was the painting from Dad. I was not expecting it to be framed. It's really beautiful and I was so blessed to receive it. It is a true treasure and I will think of Dad when I pass it in the hall.

It's the little things that just make my day sometimes.

Take care out there.

September Already

I can't believe it is September already. Where did the summer go? Is it just me or is life flashing by before my eyes?

It has gotten chilly on my morning walk. I swapped out sweatpants and a jacket for my shorts and a t-shirt. I have been good about taking my walks and going the long way back. I was tired this morning and wanted to take the short cut but thought, go the extra mile. It's not really a mile, just an extra loop. I didn't take the easy way.

Our front A/C finally officially died, with the RV repair man making the pronouncement. We told him not to get a new motor right now, since we just can't afford it. The back bedroom A/C still works with a fan directing the air to the front. Soon, we will be swapping out all the fans for space heaters anyway. Winter is in the air.

While I was walking, I thought about my grandparents on their little farm with no electricity. They survived and would think that I'm just spoiled. I probably am. I didn't see any bunnies this morning. Just a dead monarch butterfly lying on the road. I felt kind of sad about seeing it.

The park was full of campers this weekend and most of them are still here. They all behaved themselves and I didn't hear anything in the evening. Just saw a lot of empty beer bottles still sitting on their picnic tables. They will be leaving soon. I hope they had a good time.

I woke up at 2:30am today and at 4:30am I was busy in the kitchen making cookie bars. I've been wanting to for the last couple days but it was too hot for the oven. I made it a priority today because I needed to use up some things left over from the sisters weekend. I adapted my blueberry cheesecake bars recipe but used apple and the rest of the sliced strawberries. I also added some cinnamon to the crumble mix. When it comes to cinnamon, if a little is good a lot is much better. Ha ha. I was finished by 6am, which I thought was kind of funny. They were completely cooled when I came back from my walk. What a nice breakfast.

Anyway. Take care out there.

London Fog

My sisters and I had a chance to visit Lindsborg, Kansas. It is a sweet little tourist town with a Swedish theme. While we were there, we came across Blacksmith Coffee. My youngest sister wanted to stop in to get an Espresso. She had no luck finding an Espresso in Abilene since the little drive up coffee hut Sips had closed a couple months ago and the girl at Casey's didn't even know what an Espresso was.

She asked us if we wanted to get something – her treat. On the menu board was a tea drink called London Fog. We asked what was in it. Earl Grey tea, vanilla and steamed milk. So my youngest sister got a Vanilla Latte with Espresso and the other sister and I ordered London Fogs.

It was fantastic! I had never had Earl Grey tea before. My sister says, “This is my friends favorite tea.” I answered, “and it's Captain Piccard's favorite too.”

Now back at home, I decided to buy some Earl Grey tea and see if I could recreate it. Obviously, I don't have steamed milk, but half n half works just as well. I used two teaspoons of sugar and a little vanilla. Not quite as good as Blacksmith's, but close enough. What a nice way to have an afternoon treat and reminisce on my sisters visit.

Hope you all are well. Take care out there.

Military Operation or the Usual BS?

There is a video going around that I first saw over at the Tactical Hermit. He referred to it as MOUT – Military Operations in Urban Terrain. This response is in NO WAY a condemnation of the Tactical Hermit. He has an excellent site that I go to on the daily.

We know that hordes of military aged men are flooding the border. Many, many alternative news sources will tell us that. In fact, we are told that they are given cell phones and pre-paid Visa cards and are basically waiting to get the go ahead to attack us. How do we know this? Because it's repeated to us over and over again. It's practically common knowledge to those of us paying attention. It's also one of those things that divide us. Those that are pro open borders are generally on the “left” and those that don't want open borders are generally on the “right”. Classic Divide and Conquer. Works every time.

So Let's look at the video – brought to us courtesy of FOX31. As we know FOX (which is 666 in gematria) is a totally legit truth telling organization and in no way would ever engage in propaganda or God Forbid, make shit up.

There are five bad guys shown, three with weapons that I can see, and one guy on his cell phone. (He's probably the Director.) The first set of doors has one white door 301 next to a red door that has no number. The next set of doors that are both red, have the numbers 301 and 303. (Or 31 (13) and 33). Hhmmm. Why do those numbers ring a bell? That was where one of the bad guys was trying to break a lock on the OUTSIDE of the apartment. Not sure who is filming this.

I think that if you were going to “take over” an apartment building, why would you choose Section 8 housing? There has got to be better places to hole up in.

I did think is was very interesting that Aurora City Council member Danielle Jurinsky, took time out of her highly busy schedule of flying to the Middle East to assist Israel with the war and then calling for the resignation of half the police force, to help some poor people move.

Speaking of Aurora, wasn't there a batman themed shooting that occurred in that town? They sure do have a lot of amazing stuff going on there. Unbelievable.

I mean literally, unbelievable. I will stick to my regular opinion that these stories are fake (including this one) until proven real.

Take care out there.

Best Time Ever

I was up late last night, spending every last moment I could with my sisters. They are now on a plane, going back in time, towards home. We discovered that this was the very first time in our lives that we ever had a sisters weekend. Words can't even describe what an absolutely wonderful vacation it was, but I will attempt to post our adventures over the next couple days. It's amazing how much fun you can squeeze out of three days. Such a good time.

For today though, I'm kind of exhausted. All the little things that have piled up while I've been gone need to be dealt with, including the fact that my new Kansas license plates arrived but not the new title. So at some point before my temp plates expire I will need to go back to the DMV and find out what the status is. Tomorrow maybe.

All the high end munchies from the weekend are in my fridge all willy-nilly, so that will need to be organized. My sisters had bought pints of Ben and Jerry's after they had dropped me off one of the nights.

“Ben and Jerry's is NOT bioengineered,” my little sister tells me. “Yeah,” I said, “but they have said some pretty douchy stuff in the past that warrants a boycott.”

Not that I'm not going to eat it. Ha Ha. Those pints are chilling in my freezer right now. Can't let good ice cream go to waste.

I really needed this sister weekend and my sisters tell me that they did too. I feel refreshed and inspired and have lots of new things to write about. I will post again soon.

Take care out there.

The Golden Gecko Award

My sisters and I went out to breakfast at Joe Snuffy's place on Sunday morning. I had a half order of biscuits and gravy with a side of sausage. It was so good. Then we drove around to see some of the local towns. We explored Abilene, Chapman and Enterprise, then went to Junction City so that my little sister could go to Aldi's.

We stopped by the grocery store and stocked up on high end munchies like french bread, goat cheese and organic olives and went back to the little house on the lake. We spent the afternoon playing Hand and Foot. It's a card game that we played all the time when we were teenagers. My sister had to look up how to play on her phone, since we all needed a refresher course.

Later, my middle sister toasted some of the french bread with olive oil. She made two different kinds of crostinis. One had goat cheese, sliced strawberries and a drizzle of balsamic vinegar glaze. The other had Laughing Cow cheese, chopped tomatoes and fresh basil. Both were yummy, but the strawberry kind was my favorite.

I went down the hall to use the bathroom. Standing between me and the toilet was a golden shimmering gecko. He was big, almost seven inches long. Neither one of us expected to see the other. We stood there looking at each other for a few moments before the little guy started freaking out. He ran around the bathroom bumping up against the wall and then flipped over on his back. Dead. Or, so he would have me believe.

It was an award winning performance, including his little arm sticking up in the air, with a couple of twitches for dramatic effect. I called my sisters in to see it. One took some pictures and even made a couple videos.

He died a couple more times for entertainment purposes, each time better than the last. Later, he did an encore when my sister found that he could crawl under the bathroom door and ended up in the closet. She decided to name him Paully, after some gangster from a movie or tv show. He's still crawling around there somewhere.

Take care out there.

The Secret Lake

My sisters arrived, safe and sound, early Saturday night. They were surprised that it was so hot and my little sister was glad I told her not to pack any warm clothes. The rental car has excellent air conditioning.

I welcomed them into our humble home and hugs were had by all. My sister brought us gifts of clothes and candy and then, a priceless treasure. My mothers recipe book – just like I remembered it. The Lord so blesses me, because when I heard that it was recently found again, I secretly wanted it. I'm looking forward to spending some time exploring it's pages and making some of the dishes I remember from my childhood. My sister told me that some of the recipes in it were in my hand writing. If I recall, my mother made an excellent meat loaf. I miss her.

We said goodbye to my husband and my sisters whisked me away to where they will be staying. When they told me they were staying at a lake in Abilene I was surprised. I didn't know there was a lake in Abilene! With one sister reading off the directions from the back seat, and the other sister driving, we made our way to our destination.

A couple miles out of town, on what I think was originally a gravel road but now is essentially a dirt road, we arrived at Red Bud Lake. It's a private lake (man made) that is surrounded by houses. A tiny oasis in a sea of corn fields.

The little house is charming, with a perfect view of the lake and comfy chairs on the deck to enjoy it. It was a too hot to sit out there for long but the beautiful little place has central air and was cool and inviting.

We visited for a while and then went into town where we shared a big plate of nachos and some cheesy fries. I took some of the fries back to my husband. Poor guy. He is stuck at home, missing out on the fun and just getting table scraps. Ha ha, don't worry, I packed him a lunch for his dinner.

More on our adventures soon. Hope you all are well. I am having a wonderful time myself. Take care out there.

Sisters

My two little sisters (I'm the oldest) are coming out to visit me. They will be here on Saturday and will stay through most of next week. I can't wait! It will be so nice to get out and do something fun for a change. I'm going to be away from the computer for the most part and will post again sometime late next week.

Hope you all are well, take care out there.  

 

Special Agent

I guess they are hiring for US Secret Service. I was going to rush out and apply, but darn it, you can't be older than 37 and I'm just a tad over that. Ha Ha. Oh well, I'll see what else is out there.

Winter Preps

My winter water project is complete. I took all the old water bottles out of the front seat area, emptied them and threw the bottles away. I reorganized new fresh water bottles into boxes so that I have twice the storage. I have both a zero water pitcher and some water filter thermos that I can filter the water if we actually need to drink some, but my stash is mostly for washing dishes and flushing the toilet if the pipes freeze. Since they have frozen every winter that we have been here, I'm prepared for it.

I made a really good lunch yesterday from just my prepper pantry. Spam fried in toasted sesame oil and a box of organic mac and cheese using evaporated milk. It was amazingly yummy. I understand why Hawaiian's love their Spam. It's actually quite tasty.

I have no freeze dried foods in my prepper pantry. First of all, with the several extra layers of fat I currently have stored on my person, my chances of starving to death are slim (ha ha) to none. Also, freeze dried foods...um, gross. Why would I want to eat some shriveled up, chemically laden concoction that has been sitting on the shelf for 25 years? I actually have a feeling that the whole freeze dried foods is a psyop in itself and except for hikers I see no use for it. That is just my personal opinion. But yeah, yuck.

I have a strong feeling that winter will hit early and be especially harsh this year. The Lord is keeping our poor air conditioner limping along until summer is officially over. Which will give us some time before we need to get it fixed.

That's all for now. Take care out there.

Praying For the Will of the Father

I talk to my little sister almost every night. She calls me from her car on her way back from work. We talk about everything going on in the world, the various dramas of the day to day grind, but mostly we talk about how the Lord is working in our lives and how he takes care of all our needs.

I mentioned that I've found a new lady on youtube that I have been listening to, who is very sweet and kindof reminds me of mom. You can see her house is spotless in the background which is amazing since she has two little sheddy dogs.

My sister said she listened to a woman (she didn't say who) that said she was going to pray for God's will in her life for 7 days. My sister said, “I kind of feel like I need to do that.” I thought so too, so we agreed that we were going to spend the next seven days praying only to know the Father's will for our lives.

Today was the first day and what an amazing day it has been. The Lord directed me to an area of the house that gets neglected because I never really see it. So I scrubbed under the hood of the stove. It was pretty grimy and needed to be done. Now I can't stop looking at it. How funny.

Next, about 10 minutes before my timer was supposed to go off my husband asked me to get him a soda. I was going to wait for the timer but I felt the Lord nudge me to attend my husbands needs. It also reminded me that the Lord's will right now, is for me to take the best care of my husband that I can while he is still with us. So I got up and handed him a pop and spent a few minutes with him and clipped his fingernails. I would have been willing to give his hair a trim and shave his face, but he wasn't in the mood for that right now.

Later I got a phone call from my niece that I haven't seen for probably five years or so. She told me that she had bought a van and was thinking about driving down the coast and living in it like I had done. I got a chance to really share the Lord with her. I told her the story about when I first went out on the road for the Lord, I stayed with her and her dad for a couple days. She was about four or five at the time. (“I remember that!” she said.)

Her dad had taken me to a spot which most tourists never see where the fishing boats come in at the end of the day. I was standing at the railing looking out over the water and said in my heart, Lord is it really Your will that I am taking this journey in my van? Just then a boat sailed past. The name on the boat was God's Will. I think my chin may have hit the pier I was so surprised to see it. When I turned around there was another boat. The name of that boat was Sojourn. Quite a confirmation.

My niece loved that story and told me that she was so glad that she had called me and that God had put it on her heart. I told her she can call me anytime. After we hung up, I just sat there amazed, thankful for the opportunity to be able to talk about the Lord with my niece and encourage her to put her trust in Him.

Lastly, I felt the Lord directed me to write it all down and post it on my blog – which brings us to here. Ha ha.

Hope you all are doing well. Keep prepping and praying!

Take care out there.

Here We Go Again

I guess the all knowing, all powerful World Health Organization or WHO? Has declared monkeypox to be the new boogyman virus that we should all be masking up for. I was going to write a little about the situation but Phil over at Bustednuckles said it best:

You Do See What They Are Trying To Pull Again Don't You?

I agree with him wholeheartedly, especially the strangling part. Of course the CDC – tools that they are, are recommending 2 doses of the vaccine. I can't imagine it will get the same traction as before, but then again, I was shocked how many people fell for it the first time.

Sigh. Take care out there.  

 

Tin Foil Hat

A good friend and commentor sent me a little care package yesterday. In it was a bona fide tin foil hat like the one pictured above. It's pretty nice. It has a felt lining and a little chin strap to keep it in place. My husband and I got a good chuckle out of that. It was an appropriate gift to send with the EMF reader he sent me. I want to test my hypothesis that we are being microwaved at night. I seem to wake up every night at 3am with a headache and it is consistently hotter at night here than during the day. I remember the days when it cooled off at night. Not sure when I will have time to play with it, but I will let you know my findings.

My job interview went very well. Next up is 2^nd interviews, so I will wait and see if I get one. I believe I will. Haven't heard anything yet from the interview I did last week.

It is starting to cool off just a tad. We had a couple cold mornings last week, but not cold enough to turn the heater on just yet. Winter is definitely coming my friends.

Take care out there.

Happy Birthday Lil Sis!

 

Post Interview Stress Out

I didn't sleep very well the night before my interview. I was really tired in the morning. I did everything I was supposed to getting ready but I was just going through the motions. I had this dragging my feet feeling. I suck at interviews.

I had written down google instructions on how to get there. I was supposed to turn left on 6^th Street from East Street. Except there was no 6^th Street off of East. Only a 5^th and a 7^th, and 5^th was a gravel road. I decided to drive down 5^th and found a road that went up to 6^th, which was an overpass. So weird. I got to the interview with 7 minutes to spare so I was happy.

I met with three people. The manager, a lawyer and a tattooed HR lady. The interview went ok. I hate when they ask me what my weaknesses are because I'm honest and then we spend the next 10 minutes analyzing why I am the way I am. Literally sucks to be me. Next time, I'm just going to say that my weakness is that I'm too honest or that I'm giving up weaknesses for Lent. Except, I'm not Catholic. So of course, I spent the rest of the day stressing out over my answers. Just give me the stupid job. I will be good at it.

There was an Aldi on the way back home that I've never been to, but I've heard a lot about them. The carts cost a quarter to use. Whatever! I suppose that is to deter homeless people from stealing it. I just found it annoying and refused to do it. A fellow customer asked me if I needed a quarter. I thanked her and said no. Their prices weren't super great except for their cheese. A ten pack of sliced cheddar costs $1.75 which is four dollars at the little store and six at the regular grocery store. The store also doesn't carry grocery bags – paper or plastic. I was not about to spend 98 cents for one of their reusable bags. Luckily, there was a cardboard box on the window sill and the checker said I could have it. It was less than 17 dollars for the groceries so it was worth it to stop in. I told my husband that when I get this job I could stop there for cheese and see what else they had.

Anyway, hope you all are well. Take care out there.

Red Cardinal

Our air conditioner went out again this morning. It started to make this weird noise and then it slowed down and stopped. Red-lined I guess. Great. Just what we need. Thankfully, it's not supposed to be as hot this week.

I went out to take my walk and as I was strolling along, I saw a red cardinal. As far as I can recall, I've never seen one around this area before. I watched it chirping away until I was past. Strangely, it flew ahead of me and landed on a nearby branch. I watched it again as I continued on my walk. It was singing happily.

Out of curiosity I looked up the spiritual significance of seeing a red cardinal. The general consensus is that it is a good omen and symbolizes faith, hope and love. Well, I don't know about all that. But I considered it a blessing from the Lord and thanked Him for all the little birds and bunnies that I enjoy on my walks.

I think everything is going to be okay.

UPDATE: The A/C started up again. Maybe it just got tired. I know I am. Anyway, for now it is working.

Bunnies and Stuff

It's been on my mind to take the time to sit and write about what is going on in my life these days. I've been busy but nothing to write home about. Literally. I even have a hard time talking on the phone because after a while, talking about laundry and making lunches and saving a few dollars at the grocery store just doesn't seem that exciting. But it is peaceful.

I am making a point every morning to walk the trash down to the little store dumpster. It forces me to get out of the house and take my walk before it gets too hot around here. For that, I really miss the dog. There is a little brown bunny that eats grass near our RV. He is there every day and he doesn't run away because he knows I'm not going to hurt him. I speak softly and tell him what a blessing he is to me. I thank God for little things like that.

I've been restocking my water stash in preparation for winter. I'm emptying out the old water and filling it with fresh. This will be the fourth winter we will be in Kansas and every year we have been frozen and had no water for two weeks. This stash has been very useful in that situation and I want to make sure it is ready for what may be coming in just a few short months.

I have a job interview on Thursday. I'm planning on giving myself a manicure tomorrow to get ready. I really hope they just hire me. Job hunting sucks.

Hope you all are well. Take care out there.

With Friends Like These...

 

Outrage Fatigue

I heard about the opening ceremony debacle while listening to a podcast the other day. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have even known, much less cared that the 33^rd Summer Olympics was going on. Of course it was satanic, these events always are. I suppose their tactics worked because everyone was “outraged” by the whole “mocking the Last Supper”, and it was all over the internet. It got everyone to look into it when nobody even cared about the summer games before that.

The irony is, Leonardo Da Vinci who painted the “Last Supper” was in the big club that we aren't part of and most likely originally painted it as a mockery of Jesus Christ and the significance of that event. So, this opening ceremony was actually a mockery of a mockery.

I, for one, am tired of these satanic antics and refuse to participate in their manufactured outrage. As long as they continue to get away with this sort of production, they will continue to push this stuff in our face. I just don't have time for it anymore.

Hope you all are well. Take care out there.

The Latest from Many Fishers

A Decade

Ten years ago today, I married my husband. I'm making blueberry pancakes for brunch. What a decade it has been. Here is to another ten years. Love you Honey!

Civil Disobedience and Other Stuff

I've been trying to sit down and write a blog post for several days. I just sit in front of a blank document for several minutes and then sigh and go on to other things.

I was sad to hear about Lou Dobbs passing. I remembered him talking truth before he was canned from FOX. I tried to find you tube videos of his last broadcast. The only ones I could find were over 14 years old or were leftist videos dogging him for being so vocal about the stolen election. Rest in Peace Lou.

While I'm still staying away from the scripted Event, the fact that people are actually wearing ear bandages in solidarity to the new Savior is unbelievable. Tagged like cattle as EnterTheStarz states. Truly sad. How can people who claim to be Christians actually compare 45 to Jesus Christ Himself? That is blasphemy of the highest order. Ever learning but never coming to a knowledge of the truth.

How's that Civil Disobedience working out for you? I thought I was oh so clever for not doing anything about my expired Oregon plates. I mean, our country is being taken over by communists! What's a girl to do? That worked out great until I got pulled over by one of the county's finest to get a big fat ticket. Yeah, I needed that stress. I went to my important documents folder where I found a note to self telling me that the VERY important papers (like the title to the car, the RV and my marriage certificate) were in the bug out bag. Hence the reason I had to go through the bug out bag and of course, there were no documents in it. So where they ended up no one knows. Such is the idiot I live with on a daily basis (me). I am my own worst enemy.

So I had to send a check to Oregon to get a replacement title since the sheriff will not do a vin inspection for new plates without a physical title. Oregon cashed that check 3 weeks ago but so far no title has shown up.

Luckily I was able to get emergency temp plates to take to court with me on Thursday. The judge asked me if I was going to hire a lawyer, get a court appointed lawyer or represent myself in this matter. I looked at him and said, “It's a traffic ticket right?” I mean, let's not try and take this too seriously. The prosecutor lady said they would dismiss the charges if I paid the court fees, which I did. $108. That is 108=18=666. But whatever. I have two months to get the title and get things squared away.

My father in law is driving up from Florida for a visit. He will be here sometime today. I have been doing all the spring cleaning I didn't get a chance to do before. Plus, I have cardboard boxes of preps sitting around that all got moved to the bedroom. He doesn't need to see all that clutter. Speaking of preps, be sure to stock up on raw honey. I have been putting honey on my infection on my back and it is almost totally healed. (God's natural remedy. I'll bet raw milk also has healing properties which is why they have all but destroyed it and made it illegal.). I don't think I will even have a scar when it is fully healed. If I'd gone to a doctor I'm sure they would have opted for surgery and I would be going to wound care weekly from now until the end of time. I like God's way better.

So that about catches everyone up. Hope you all are well. Take care out there.

Global Outage

I'm sorry I haven't been able to post the last couple days. I have been seriously busy and even now, don't have time to write a decent post. Here is a good video concerning yesterday's outage. If you have important documents on your computer, you may want to have some hard copies just in case. 

Intermezzo

An intermezzo was what happened during acts of a play back in the old, old times. I'm sure they won't just let all that pent up energy from The Event just die out. Why let a good potential crisis go to waste?

As an observer, it still surprises me to this day that, no matter how many red pills a person has taken in the past, it only takes one small situation on the world stage for people to start popping the blue pills again.

So, this intermezzo is brought to you in lieu of a different kind of pill. The Chill Pill.

Didja Get Yourself a T-Shirt?

Now you know that I am not about to step anywhere near the current media and online shitshow that is happening concerning The Event that took place on Saturday. Theories, speculation and opinions (and lots of rabbit holes) abound not including the “official narrative” about what really took place. Anyone who has read my blog should already know what my go-to opinion on anything that happens in our twisted and wicked version of reality. Especially if EVERYONE is talking about it and taking sides one way or another.

That being said, here is one fact that everyone agrees on:

The Event took place around 6:15pm Eastern Standard time.

Approximately 12 hours later, the story below was put up by The Independent. (Hat Tip to Ernest Hancock at Freedom Phoenix for posting the link.)

Trump shooting souvenir T-shirts already on sale after assassination attempt

According to this story, a Chinese company starting selling t-shirts of The Event featuring the “iconic” photo(op) at 8pm Eastern Standard time. Literally less than two hours later. By the time the story was posted, several other t-shirt companies followed suit. Supposedly, over 2000 t-shirts have already been sold.

Does that seem fast to you? Seems like it to me. Anyway, enjoy the show. This will probably be at least a double feature or possibly a mini-series. I prefer red licorice to popcorn myself.

Take care out there.

Kitchen Timers Revisited

When I posted about kitchen timers the other day, I did a Bing search for kitchen timers for the sole purpose of getting a picture to post on the blog. See above. (To answer Justin's question from yesterday, I found the lost timer in one of the bins in the bedroom that I had been working on. Mystery solved.)

Since then, I would estimate that almost half of the ads I see on various websites are now for kitchen timers. I guess Williams Sonoma has a really nice stainless steel kitchen timer according to one ad I saw. I was actually tempted to click on that ad just to see how much they cost. Of course, I won't click it because I am completely against the targeted advertising that has literally changed the internet into one big marketing scheme.

This is nothing new. I started seeing it a couple years ago when I worked at a certain company. I would google the company website to see about new job openings and next thing I knew, ads for the company were all over the place, including in my email.

It could be worse:

Here is a deep dive if you are interested:

Anyway – take care out there.

Laundry Horror Stories

Sundays are the best day for me to do laundry. I usually start around 6:30am and no one else is doing their laundry at that time. I have the place to myself. I walked down and started a load and then walked back. I set my timer. (I found my original timer after I bought two more. Now I have three! I should be good for now. Ha ha.)

When the timer went off I walked down to switch the loads. I was just grabbing some clothes from the washer and putting them in the dryer. So far uneventful until I went to put quarters in. Sitting on the coin push was this ENORMOUS bug casually waving it's antenna's at me. It looked like this:

Of course, in my mind at the time, it was this big:

I wasn't about to switch my load to another dryer. I was going to have to do battle with the bug. I have a screw top container that I use for my quarters and I used the lid to flip the bug off the coin push. He dropped somewhere between the wall and the side of the dryer. Sorry dude, you picked the wrong place to sit.

I never saw the bug again. Phew, laundry accomplished.

Take care out there. (watch for bugs)

Bye Bye BitChute

It use to be, back in the day, that I could go to Twitter (now X) and read what people wrote there and the comments. Then one day, I was no longer able to read it unless I signed in, giving them my name, phone number, email account, etc. Since I didn't really use Twitter and only read a couple of people's posts, it was no big deal to just stop going there. Now I can only read X post's if someone embeds it on their website. I figured, no big loss.

Unfortunately, in a way, the same thing has been done to Bitchute. Bitchute use to be an excellent alternative to You Tube. There was minimal censorship and a lot of good truth tellers had channels there. One was Amazing Polly. She hasn't been posting lately, but the screen grab above was from her channel. As you can see, since July 1st, you can only watch Bitchute videos if you accept their cookies.

Now, cookies have been around practically as long as computers have been and we have just gotten use to accepting them. But we are in a war now, and I don't trust cookies to not be one more thing weaponized against us. So why now? Why all of a sudden do you have to accept cookies to watch Bitchute videos? 

Just doing a Bing search on what cookies are brings up this:

Computer cookies are small files used by web servers to:

Save browsing information

Remember your device

Store browser preferences

Track user activity

Enhance web navigation

Enable personalized user experiences based on stored data about user’s preferences.

Of course it is tracking your activity. It was always designed to do that. Exactly what activity isn't defined but I'm sure any and all activities on the website and off the website will be tracked. I know they are already tracking every keystoke but why help them out?

Now, I can still watch new videos from these channels but I can't scroll down farther than the little cookie message. So anyone new coming to these channels and wanting to watch any older videos will have to accept the cookies in order to continue. Just one more incremental way the noose is tightening and the internet is just a little less free. Sigh.

Take care out there.