You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun, Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one. On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent, Although you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent. Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate, Your moral values can't be taught, according to the state. You read about the current "news" in a very biased press, You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.

Originally posted in 2015 - I still love this.

Back around 1999 or 2000 I stumbled across a poem on a website with an audio playing in the background. I loved it, lost track of it for a few years, tried to find it later and found a couple different audio versions that I couldn't stand to listen to, and finally... in the last couple years, there are a lot of versions of this on Youtube and on websites all over.

THIS is the audio I first heard with it - and the only version I can stand to listen to as the other men's voices reciting this poem on other videos and websites are like listening to fingernails on a chalkboard.

... ponder it over a nice cup of hot coffee.


I had a dream the other night I did not understand,
A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low he said:

"We fought a revolution to secure our liberty,
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.

The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep,
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom gone - your courage lost - you're no more than a slave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.

You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,
Although you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent.

Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate,
Your moral values can't be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current "news" in a very biased press,
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.

Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold,
You trade your wealth for paper, so life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God to shame,
You've taken Satan's number, as you've traded in your name.

You've given government control to those who do you harm,
So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm.
And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your fellow countryman while corrupted courts prevail.

Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they're sworn,
Your daughters visit doctors so children won't be born.
Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars.

Can you regain your Freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children to live in fear and be a slave?

Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our Republic, and each God-given right!
And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!"

As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came,
His words were true, we are not free, and we have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,
We only watch and tremble -- too afraid to stand and fight.

If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you're asleep,
And wonder what remains of your right he fought to keep.
What would be your answer if he called out from the grave?
Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?

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Mother harassed by a neighbor and DCFS for letting her 8 year old WALK THE FAMILY DOG.... make this crap stop!!!

A mother in Illinois said she felt “shock, anger and fear” after being investigated by state child services when a neighbor called authorities to report her 8-year-old daughter walking the family dog around the block alone.

The caller also stated that he or she had called the police in the past to report the girl playing in a parking lot, Calderon said.

“The call should have never gotten as far as it was. The initial call was for an unattended 5-year-old, and once they knew I didn't even have a 5-year-old, it should have stopped there,” Widen said. “I don't think it should have made it past the hotline that a little girl walking her dog needs to be investigated.”

Widen said her daughter was expecting a friend to come over for a playdate after taking the family's Maltese pup, Marshmallow, for a walk around the block in their Wilmette neighborhood, the Chicago Tribune reported. Instead, it was police who came knocking at the door.

Police did not press charges, but that wasn't enough to satisfy the anonymous caller, who decided to call DCFS after the officers left, Widen told CBS Chicago affiliate WBBM.


My thoughts:  (There are a LOT of them...) but the top two are;

1) Anonymous calls should be ILLEGAL.  If you have a 'concern' and you feel you need to make a call, they absolutely should NOT be allowed to be anonymous which in most states, they are.  There has been a huge influx of calls that are not only unfounded, but are "retaliation" calls against people simply because the caller (be it an angry neighbor, employee, ex-friend, ex-spouse, etc.) know they can put in 'anonymous' calls to harass and disrupt the parent and or family.

2) MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.  LET PARENTS PARENT THEIR KIDS.  They don't belong to the public, they don't 'belong to the government.  Parents need to be allowed to parent their children.  "Helicopter" parenting is being FORCED upon families because nosy, dramatic, problem neighbors and strangers are calling authorities for kids simply playing outside in their own yards if the Mom/Dad aren't literally standing 5 feet away.  They're being called to investigate families for letting their kids play outside in a nice summer rain and jump in puddles.  Called for letting their kids walk the dog, walk down the block to a friends house, not wearing clothing the CALLER thinks should be appropriate for the weather, etc.

The list goes on.  (Just do some searching on the internet for innocent parents and families harassed, put through hell and even losing their children for BOGUS calls...)  It's becoming an epidemic.

Unfortunately, people today are so judgemental and irritatingly smug.

 ... it's just the coffee talking again.


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It's Autumn Alright - My local grocery store has started to stock the seasonal Barnie's Santa's White Christmas and Creamy, Buttery Caramel Coffee!

Just ran to the grocery store for a couple items and I know it's Autumn because my local Publix just stocked a couple seasonal coffees...


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You can tell you've been married a long time when...............

Here's a "you can tell you've been married a long time..."  story from this morning.

This morning DH got up and went into the bathroom like any normal work day.
I was still in bed - I grabbed my phone to check messages and such while he got ready for work.
A few minutes later he comes back out and starts to get back into bed.
"I thought you were getting ready for work?"
"No... just went to the bathroom.  I still have 20 minutes...."
And he climbs into bed with a smile on his face...
And goes back to sleep for 20 minutes!

You can tell you've been married for a long time when you have 20 extra minutes in the morning... and you really do use it to sleep!


There's a Stain on My Notebook..... Black Coffee in Bed

This morning I got ready to write in the schedule for tomorrow on notebook I keep on the desk.  As I glanced down at it, I saw a stain on the paper from my coffee cup from last night.

Because I constantly have music 'playing in my head' the current song went right out the window as my brain shifted gears and I suddenly heard "... there's a stain on my notebook, where your coffee cup was..."  followed by "black coffee in bed..."

And now it's become an ear-worm and it won't go away.

Squeeze - Black Coffee In Bed

There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And there's ash in the pages
Now I've got myself lost
I was writing to tell you
That my feelings tonight
Are a stain on my notebook
That rings your goodbye

If you would like an ear-worm as well, or you don't know what in the heck song I'm talking about... here you go.  You're welcome.

... it's just the coffee talking again....


Rambling over morning coffee: August 16, 1977 - The Day Elvis Died and My Memory of It

Presley in a publicity photo for the film The Trouble with Girls, released September 1969

I'm sitting here with my coffee (ok, my third... wait, is it my fourth cup?) and although I was reading the news, I was trying to pick through it because most of it was trash and I've found that reading a lot of political editorials masquerading as 'news' just irritates me anymore.  This led me to read other news... things that would raise my blood pressure or make me hate humanity.

And that is when I saw that today, August 16, is the anniversary of the death of Elvis.

I was too little to know who he was or really, even to understand (or care) but I knew his music because my Dad would sing it in the car or truck when we would go somewhere.  Drives to my Grandma's house would involve him singing Elvis songs but also, I remember him singing "Wake up Little Susie" "Catch a Falling Star" and "Yes, My Darling Daughter".  I knew of Elvis' songs even if I didn't know who he was.

Even though I was so young, I do remember the day Elvis died.

When word spread like wildfire that Elvis had died, I had been playing down the street with a friend.  I had just finished playing and was walking home when the door of the house next door opened and a neighbor boy a little bit older than I stuck his head out and yelled, "Hey!  Elvis just died!"  I'm not sure he was yelling it o me; perhaps he was just yelling it out the door in general to do his part to announce to the world the death of 'the king of rock and roll'? 

But I remember his little blonde head sticking out through the open screen door and yelling it.  I continued up my own driveway and into the house, where I saw my Mom was crying.  The radio was on and the DJ kept talking about the death of Elvis and they played Elvis songs all day and night.

That's it.  That's my memory.

The image in my head was glancing at the little boy who yelled it out the door and then looking down at my feet and bare legs and watching them as they hit the concrete as I continued walking up the street to my house. 

.... it's just the coffee talking again.


I was kicked out of a Country Kitchen Restaurant once because I had bare feet. I was three years old.

Yesterday I was reading something that brought back a memory for me; which led me to look up a few things about the history of not being able to go barefoot in restaurants.

You know the "NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE" signs that you find posted on many stores and restaurants?

According to the website: Society for Barefoot Living it's not an OSHA mandated 'law' at all... even though you may have been led to think so.

Do OSHA (Occupational Safety and Health Administration) regulations (in the U.S.) require customers in businesses, including stores and restaurants, to wear some kind of footwear?

ANSWER: No! OSHA regulations apply only to employees, not customers. But even for employees, OSHA requires footwear only in special circumstances-and then it must specify the standards and criteria. In many cases, OSHA regulations do not require footwear for employees.

I've always been partial to going barefoot.  I don't have pretty little dainty feet that see a pedicure every week, because my feet need to be functional.  More than likely you'll find me outside in bare feet.  In the woods, down by the creek, walking down the concrete drive to get mail; all in bare feet.  I also don't think to put on shoes when I really should... like the time I had to go to Target at 8:00 at night for last minute school supplies for one of the kids projects, only to park and then find I had forgotten shoes.  And couldn't go in the store.

Or could I have?

In the end, it looks like it's a muddy water type topic; no clear black and white on whether or not you could go barefoot into the grocery store whenever you wanted and they couldn't tell you any different.

I just like learning something new... and to me, this little tiny tidbit of information was interesting.

About that memory that triggered this yesterday?

I was kicked out of a Country Kitchen Restaurant once because I had bare feet.

I was three years old.

My parents were visiting friends and my Dad took me (3 years old) and my brother (1 year old) to eat at Country Kitchen while my Mom and her friend stayed at the house and talked 'girl talk' for a few hours.  My Dad carried us both in, we sat in a booth.  The waitress approached to take our order, but when she spied my itty bitty 3 year old toddler feet that were sans shoes, she informed my Dad he had to leave the restaurant.


He tried to reason with her but apparently the manager backed her up.  No bare feet.  Even if those feet were like, only 4 inches long and never touched the floor because they were carried by her Daddy!

I think our world today is quite insane, but apparently even back in the early 1970's people were stupid.  But then again, from the history I was reading online through the Google gods, it seems that the big push for "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service" might have been started in earnest in the early 70's because of the 'long haired hippies' of that time. 

I don't know... but I DO know I still remember feeling ashamed and embarrassed and confused as my Dad argued with the waitress (yes, I remember this...) and carried me back out to our truck and drove away. 

All because of my little toddler bare feet.


Old Bosses.... part 4 (He didn't come to the wedding after all!)

One of my first real, legit jobs (not counting my stint as a car-hop at the drive-in restaurant) was an employee at a store similar to a Walmart or Target; but on a small town store scale.  As an employee there you did stocking, resets, cashiering, etc.  Pretty much everything that needed to be done.

I worked at this store for just over 2 years; and I got along pretty well with my manager.  Well, I thought I did.  Sometimes, even when you've worked with someone for 2 years and joked, talked, laughed and hung out with them at work for a couple years, you still don't know what they truly are thinking or feeling.

The only reason I was quitting my job there was because I was getting married and moving away.  I was leaving on a positive note and only because of my relocation.

In a small town, when the store closes at 9:pm, it's often pretty quiet between 7-9 pm.  During this time my manager would often hang out in 'front' with me or at the register and we'd talk and joke around while we worked on straightening shelves, or I'd be doing the book resets (every week I had to change out the best sellers list and rip off the covers and toss the books so they couldn't be resold, etc.).

At some point, my manager (who I considered a 'work friend' by this point) had mentioned coming to my wedding a couple different times; and had made comments about what to get me and my fiance'.  Another conversation showed me he had already bought our gift and we discussed the time of the wedding, our plans for leaving that evening for the city where we would be flying out at 6:am the next morning for the honeymoon, etc.  

During one of the quiet times when we were talking during our shifts, he brought up how he hated all the brides that returned gifts to our store after their weddings.  All the 'crap' he had to take back.

As I was getting married in just a couple weeks myself, and moving 2000 miles across the country, I didn't give much thought to what I was saying or who I was saying it to when I commented something that amounted to, "Yeah, the weekend after my wedding I'll be having to return a lot of things as well...."

And he got angry.

His head whipped around and looked at me.  He scowled, and his mouth clenched tight.  His pasty white, scab covered bald head turned deep red as he flushed, apparently in anger.

He shook his head in disgust at me.

That's when I realized; I just said I'd be returning things after MY wedding.  Just what he HATED.

I tried to backtrack and explain myself to him;  We were moving 2000 miles away, without a moving truck.  The only things we could bring with us was what fit into the truck.  And more than anything else, we really needed money to get started.  Easy to 'move' with us across the country and we could buy what we needed once we got settled into our new apartment.  We literally had nothing to our names as we were just newly graduated and living at home.  We were starting from ground zero with nothing at all.

He mumbled something and we didn't talk about it after that.

And the day of the wedding came... and went.  And he wasn't there.

He didn't come. He didn't give whatever the gift was he had told me he intended to give. Not so much as a card.  I went on the honeymoon and returned home in time to pack up and prepare to make the 2000 mile drive to my new home. 

I've never, ever heard from him again.

I guess perhaps we weren't 'work friends' after all. 

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Old Bosses.... (part 3) Wicked Witch

One of my previous jobs I held a position that although there were only 2 of us and my coworker got to be called the "Director" and I held the title "Assistant Director" - we both ultimately answered to a Board of Directors. 

Each year the Board of the Directors would elect a new President and that would be our 'boss' for that year. One year no one wanted to be President except one woman who thought very highly of herself even though no one thought highly of her. At all.

And although her real 'job' in life was just a hotel manager, she was trying to climb the social ladder and weaseled her way onto the Board of Directors at this particular non-profit.  When the new year rolled around and she got to wear the invisible crown that made her "President" she wore it loud and proud.  She was like a proud little peacock, strutting and pecking at everyone 'under' her.

She was the kind of woman who hated other women, and always tried to be cutting and mean to them in front of men, in order to win favor with them.  She rarely (ever?) had anything good to say about anyone, and loved to take any good idea, good work, good project or good... anything and cut it into a million shards of ripped up hopes and dreams.  No one wanted to work with her on events, projects or well, anything.  Most of the other members of the Board just ignored her or avoided her. 

She loved to find fault with people and call them out loudly and clearly in front of others.  She loved to fire people too!  Oh how she LOVED to cut down her employees at the hotel and fire them in front of other people!  She wanted to be the center of attention and always sided up to people during any drama she was causing, trying to bend their ear her way, explaining herself and her position in the hullabaloo and why she was right.

I recall her pointing out a fault of mine once; I don't remember what it was now, but I do remember her pointing it out and I remember my response.  I looked at her, smiled and said, "Well... I'm not perfect.  Yet. But I'm working on it."  and I winked, and walked away.

I used to dread seeing her walk into our office.  Oh good gracious, what in the world did she want to harp on now?  And it was always something... even when it was nothing, she had to have something.

The first month under her 'reign' was difficult.  I found myself letting her 'get' to me even though I tried hard not to.  I'm a really easy going, laid back person, but I would find myself upset and close to tears of anger or frustration some times after she made up fake reasons to redo huge projects, or changed something 90 degrees on a whim she had. 

Finally one day, I went online and found an image of Glinda - the Good Witch of the South, and printed it off on the office printer with this quote under it.... 

You have no power here. Now begone!

I pinned this up right next to my computer so any time she was in my office and trying hard to be as mean and nasty as she could, I would look at it, and read the quote and say it over and over in my head until she would finally just leave.

One day, as she came around to my chair, looked over my shoulder to see what I was working on, she noticed it.  She pointed and gave me a condescending smirk;  "Oh. Cute."  she said, and then turned away and chuckled.

She had no idea it was there because of HER.    (And I chuckled).

By the way.  She was soon fired from her job as manager of the hotel.  She finished out the last couple months of her "presidency" and I think she was off the board soon following.  I have no idea what happened to her after that.


Old Bosses.... praying and shattered windows

Coffee Talking Again....

One of my previous bosses liked to think of herself as a very religious lady. She was very strong in her 'charismatic' church that wasn't any specific religion, just "Christian". 

We didn't have much in common and I feel as though she didn't even really like me all that much, so I'm not sure why she shared all the personal stories with me that she did.  One of which was a memory tied to the fact that her mother tried to abort her - but it was a failed abortion and obviously, she lived; she was now my boss after all.

This memory had to do a ladies prayer meeting.  She and her church lady friends were meeting at one of their homes.  This woman had a large home with a gigantic picture window at the top of a flight of stairs, on the landing before you went up a second flight of stairs.  Apparently it was huge, and gorgeous and was a focal point of the whole room and staircase.

The women had met that day to pray for the adult child of one of the ladies in the group.  Her child (was it a daughter or son?  I don't remember anymore...) but they were gay.  Living a very 'gay' lifestyle she said, and the mother was heartbroken so she asked my bosses charismatic church ladies to meet and pray, pray, pray about it.

My boss told me they prayed their hearts out!  She said the prayers got stronger and stronger and they were feeling the spirit with them, when after about 30 minutes, all of a sudden the window on the stair landing exploded.  It shattered into a million pieces.

They never did have an explanation as to how or why the window shattered, but she always believed it was due to the power of their prayers.


This same boss (who always had 'biting' and mean spirited words for/to me.... ) also told me when I announced my pregnancy to her, that she "never would have hired me" if she had known I would be getting pregnant and starting a family.

Yes... well, thank you for that awesomely positive 'congratulations' on our being pregnant with our first child.


Bosses of Jobs Past.... because "old bosses" sounded like all my bosses were old, not that they were my 'old' bosses - get it?

It's afternoon, I need a break and I've got a full 16 oz. of iced, strong coffee in me.
Time to ramble over coffee, right?

And this is what came to mind while I was making my iced coffee...  a story one of my old bosses told me.

My previous job was at a private non-profit that all the hoity toity people liked to be involved in/with.  Our board of directors held some pretty big names and our donors were even bigger names.  We had just hired a brand new Executive Director and he was relocating from out of state.  His wife and kids were back in his home state and he had just arrived in our city.  He was staying in the guest house of a major name in the city, while he was starting the house hunting process.  He had been at the office a day or two when he shared this story with me about the night before.

Some big name board directors had been courting our new director to buy a home in their 'neck of the woods'.  There were a couple on the market so my new boss was going to take advantage of quietly looking on his own before he got involved with a real estate agent.  The night before, he had hopped in his vehicle and spent about an hour slowly driving around a few of the big name neighborhoods with classic, old money homes.  As he finished up, he was on the edge of the classic neighborhood where, if you venture just a few more blocks, you start to find yourself in the downtown of the city.  As he sat in his vehicle outside one of the grand homes, a young woman approached his car and leaned down towards the passenger window.  He put the window down and she asked if she could get a ride from him; just a short ways, but she needed to go to a certain address.

Now, my boss was a very friendly person, but he was also a new guy in town and was completely caught off guard and startled by this person showing up at his door.  He didn't take time to 'think' about it, he just said, "Oh of course!"  and she got in.  She told him where to go and he took her. As he started to drive, he finally started to think straight, and when he had turned to her to make conversation and ask where she needed to go, he saw how she was dressed.  Ummm.... yeah.

 It was only AFTER he started to drive away he just realized how that might have looked to anyone who might have been watching.....  as it was pretty obvious what she was doing walking back and forth on that block.  And he honestly didn't think about that, as he was so busy preoccupied looking at homes and maps.

He said he immediately launched into a conversation about his wife and kids... and got her to where she needed to go as fast as he could.  Luckily it was only a few blocks!

He said he could just imagine if he had been arrested for solicitation!

"NEW DIRECTOR IN TOWN ARRESTED FOR SOLICITATION..."  would be the local headline.....

There's really not much of a reason to 'remember' this story except I did... and it made me smile to remember.  I've got a lot of 'old boss' stories.  Perhaps that will end up being coffee talk tomorrow too.  


I bought the Trianium Universal Waterproof Cellphone Case - 2 pack

In April of last year my daughter finally got her wish with a brand spanking new cellphone.  I don't have a particular interest in phones so buying the latest and greatest is never on my priority list; and if you want a top of the line 'new' cellphone and you are part of our family plan, you'll need to cough up the funds yourself.  But her phone was not behaving itself and was giving up the ghost so I parted with the money and went through the hel... err, 'heck' of getting it activated through some Sprint reps that didn't have a clue how to activate a phone... (the basic in cellphone rep school 101, right?) and it took numerous calls and 2 days and waiting on hold and dealing with absolute idiots before we got to a person who did the SIMPLE TASK OF ACTIVATING HER DAMN PHONE.

Wait... I'm getting off topic.  Ha. Imagine that.  So... anyway.  We did this.  In April.
And then in July she went kayaking and at the end of the awesome fun day, stood up to get out of the kayak to step onto the dock... and dropped her phone in 12 feet of muddy water.  It was gone. Never to be seen again.

So in July we got her a new phone AND I went online to find a waterproof case for the next time she went kayaking. And when we went to the beach the next month.  And when I would have my phone out with me in the rain. And when we went camping and hiking this year on our Girls Road Trip 2018... and the beach trip in July of this year.

When I broke it.

But because I have had these two file photos sitting in my computer files waiting to see the light of day on It's Just the Coffee Talking, I decided today would be the day.

I ordered two different sets (2 packs) of different brands from Amazon.  The 2nd set I bought I think worked pretty darn well but I gave both of them away to two of my young adult kids during the August beach trip and I've never seen them since so if I do an update on those, I'll have to 'interview' them first and find out their opinions.  THESE two however were the ones I kept at our home.

Here is the image and exact product description from their page online;

Trianium (2Pack) Universal Waterproof Case, Cellphone Dry Bag Pouch w/ IPX8 for iPhone X 8 7 6s 6 Plus, SE 5s 5c 5, Galaxy s9 s8 s7 s6 edge, Note 5 4,LG G6 G5,HTC 10,Nokia, Pixel up to 6.0” diagonal

  • Universal waterproof case bag fits all smartphones up to 6.0" diagonal size (Certain big screen phones need to remove protective case)
  • Composed of a highly-durable thermoplastic polyurethane (TPU) material, which protects against water, dust, dirt, grease, snow, scratches and bumps. Additionally, you can store credit card, money waterproof bag for beach, finishing, swimming, boating, kayaking, snorkeling and other water park activities.
  • Innovative swivel lock design provides a user friendly experience when opening or sealing the pouch. Design to fit cellphone, includes iPhone X, 8, 7, 7 plus, 6s plus, 6 plus, iphone 6s, 6, Galaxy s9, s8, 8 plus, galaxy s7 s6 edge, galaxy note 5, 4, 3, 2, pixel, lg g6, g5, v10,v20, htc one a9,sony,and more.
  • Dual-side transparent window allows full touch screen access and button control functionality as well as the ability to take photos while the pouch is still equipped. (Note: You cannot make phone calls while the phone is being enclosed in the waterproof bag & Fingerprint sensor may not work inside the case.)
  • Quality tested: Waterproof protection up to a depth of 100 feet. Trianium warrants its waterproof bag for the duration of one year.

MY thoughts:  My old iphone 5C fit and the iphone SE fit just fine.  A little snug but that was good because it made it easy to hold and easy to use as the plastic stretched across the screen.


No problem unlocking the screen with my code.
No problem sending text messages and Snapchat messages.
I had my doubts on the quality of photos but I admit; thumbs up!  The photos I took through the plastic were clear and not blurry at all.  Everything worked great.
I took it (sealed nice and tight) into the ocean with me and had no qualms about it getting splashed, although I'm going to admit I absolutely did not have the guts to literally dunk it in the water. From what I could tell it was sealed great and it could, but I was not willing to immerse it in water.
On the beach I honestly loved it for keeping the sand out.  Our family vacation in August last year coincided with the remnants of a hurricane pushing through and the wind was insane even before the rains came.  Not a smidgen of sand in my phone.

FINAL THOUGHT AND ONLY "CON" to the purchase:  one of them broke after 1 year.  It apparently does have a warranty of 1 year offered although I didn't register mine so it's not something I used.  The part that broke was the black plastic clips on the top.  As I was opening it up, one day they both just snapped off at the same time; quite brittle and no, I don't have extra strong fingers or super human strength so it's not like I pushed them too hard.  I think they just got brittle over the past year due to the plastics used in manufacturing. 

However, at about $7.99 (at the time of purchase and still today when I checked the link) it was worth it.  A 2 pack for less than 8 bucks and one is still perfect.  Not bad.  I'm happy with it... generally speaking.


It's August... do you know where your New Year's Resolution is?

I sat here sipping my coffee and realized school is starting today for our area.
And it's August.


And the first thing that comes to mind after that is... kind of random I guess because there is no reason for it.
I wonder how many people have stuck to their New Year's resolutions?


Hon, I know where we keep everything in the house. I live here, remember? Said no husband ever.

This morning an online friend mentioned to me her husband asked her what day their pick up is.
They've lived in their current house over eight years.  And he still doesn't remember which day trash comes even though it's been the same schedule for the full eight years.

And I chuckle because we've had that conversation.  A few times.

Not only does he not remember scheduled dates; but when my husband decides to help unload the dishwasher, I know without a doubt he won't know where even 'heavily used, every day items' go - even though we've lived in our current home 7 years.

When he takes something out of a drawer to use it, lays it on the counter and comes back later to put it away (bottle opener, I'm talking to you), he will have taken it out of a drawer that has perhaps 12 openers in it and puts it away in a different drawer - with ZERO bottle openers in it.

But not only fails to realize he's found it in the same drawer for almost 7 years, taken it out of the same drawer for 7 years, has seen 12 openers in the same drawer for 7 years... if and when he DOES put the bottle opener away (which is perhaps 50% of the time) he'll put it in a different drawer - one that there are no other openers in but fails to realize that either.

If he is going to help clear the kitchen counter and it has say... a food processor, toaster or blender on it, "Hon, where do these go?"

Seven years.  They've gone in the same cupboard for seven years.

Sometimes he looks at me dubiously after I answer.
I don't mix it up just to try to fool you!  They really have gone in the same spot for seven years!

Once I pushed the toaster 'back' about 12 inches to the back of the cupboard instead of the very front.  He opened the cupboard, didn't see the toaster, closed the cupboard and asked me where the toaster was.

One of the current mysteries in our home is due to the fact he unloaded the dishwasher and I had happened to make cookie dough that day so the paddle attachment was in that dishwasher load.  I wasn't in the kitchen when he put dishes away and I didn't think anything about it until a couple days later when I needed the paddle attachment.

I looked in the correct spot and it wasn't there.
I looked in the most likely spot he would have put it.  And it wasn't there.
I looked in unlikely spots that he would still have put it.  And it wasn't there.

Over the next two or three weeks I would randomly keep my eye open for it to pop up somewhere unexpected as I was cooking and baking other items.  It never did.

I asked him about it a couple times and he couldn't recall where he would have put it.

One day I took everything out of every cupboard, determined to find it.
I looked on every shelf of the food pantry, in the refrigerator drawers, on the extra shelving unit in the laundry room where we keep appliances we don't use as much, like the food sealer, the food dehydrator and the huge 'lobster pot' and nice serving platters.
I was on my hands and knees peering into the back of lower cupboards; climbing on the counters to peek into the very back of the highest of cupboards.  I laid on my stomach to look to the very back of the lowest shelves.

I never did find the paddle attachment to my mixer after Mr. Coffee helped put the dishes away.  It's still lost to this day and it's been about two years.

My knowledge of where things are in the house is NOT only due to the fact I myself put them there.  He puts something down somewhere and immediately forgets - I'll usually know where those things are too. It's just that I notice things.  I also am the one cleaning, picking up and putting things away (because I see the clutter... he doesn't).  So if I'm putting the paint rollers away on a shelf in the garage, I can't help but notice the other items sitting next to the painting bin on the shelf in the garage.  How can you not notice what is literally right next to you?
  • The duct tape is on the black shelf in the garage; standing in front of it, it's on the left, top shelf, right next to the extra glue strips.  
  • The paint sprayer we are letting someone borrow (I bought it for a project about 6 months ago that I never used it for) is on the bottom of the black shelf, next to the painting bin, right next to the deep cycle marine battery and power inverter. (How do you know?  Because I saw it there! Why did you notice that? How do you not?)
  • The beach towel our daughter needs is in the upstairs hall closet on the bottom shelf where they've been kept for all 7 years we've here.
  • The attachment for propane blow torch is in the kitchen drawer.  Yes it is. Yes it is. Yes... it is.  Because I saw it there last year when I was looking for something else and unless you took it out, it's there.  Ok, I'll go look myself.  And... within about 6 seconds of looking, I pulled it out and handed it to him.  :)
  • A pan to put the salmon from the grill?
  • A pot to boil ingredients to make his home brewed beer?

And always always always and ongoing....

  • His wallet
  • His keys

Your blue shirt with the stripes?
The rubber spatula's?
The measuring spoons?
The vacuum?
Mineral spirits?
Extra Q-tips?
Athletic tape?
Duct tape?
Beach chairs?
Paint brush we should use to finish the deck?
A fresh pillowcase?
The 6 foot ladder?
A small washer that will fit this screw?
Extra Christmas bulb fuses?
A new jar of peanut butter?
The Goo Gone?

"I don't know how you know these things...."
"I don't know how you don't!"


That overly sweet voice you use when you are talking to a stranger on the phone....

Tonight as I was making dinner I had just got the pan into the oven when the phone rang.
It was our "tax guys" which is what I call the CPA's office that have do our taxes.  They had never billed us for this years tax preparation and finally sent the invoice in July - which I immediately wrote out a check and sent it in.

And then they never cashed it.

Their office lady (because again; that's what I call her even though I'm sure she calls herself the Office Manager) called to apologize and explain to me she just found my check - squashed (my word, not hers) in her drawer and she is sooo sorry that it hasn't been cashed and I was probably wondering why!  (I was.)  She wanted to call to let me know and that she would be depositing it next week and she just wanted me to know.

I was very sweet, very 'thank you soooo much calling' and whatnot.  The voice and words and laughter you use when talking to someone who is apologizing to you and you want them to know it really isn't a big deal, and you are fiiiiine with it.  Really.

"Thank you SOOOO much for calling!"  

And then we hung up.

Now, during this time my husband was doing the trash (you know, getting it ready to take to the curb) and he had been listening to me of course since we were the only two in the kitchen.

"Was I super sticky sweet?"  I asked him with a laugh at the exact same time he was saying "Well, that was a stranger!"

Because we all remember our childhoods when our Moms would be yelling at us for some such thing and the phone would ring and suddenly, right in the middle of her tirade, she turned from her angry voice to that voice - you know the one - the sticky sweet one and answered, "Hellllloo?"  with a smile.  

And I was using my 'that was a stranger' on the phone voice.  Ha.

....  and what the heck, I'll add the last part of that conversation too!

After The Husband exclaimed while laughing "Well, that was a stranger!"  he followed up with "You sure don't say that to me!"
"Well honey, you give me sex tonight and I'll say whatever you want me to say!"

It's just the coffee talking again...

Yeah we went on a road trip. Yeah it was good! So... how are you?

While my daughter and I were on our Girls Road Trip 2018 camping and hiking across the state of Arizona and making a stop in Arkansas for another hike, I had so many stories and thoughts I wanted to make sure to write about on the blog.  I imagined a few posts and chuckled to myself over some of the stories I was to share, and thought about the crazy 'hiccups' in our plans that sent us scrambling to find a plan B... or C or D.  (Raging fire closing down and evacuating the national monument we were supposed to hike and camp at for 3 days?  Shut-down of local office holding our magic pass code to unlock the historic cabin we were supposed to stay in for 2 days (due to lack of staffing due to lack of funding)).  We had some scares, some sleepless nights, two nights when I was alert with my 9 mm in hand trying to figure out a couple odd situations.  We had hilarious and also irritating reviews of some of the food items I had packed and planned out a huge, awesome post on that.

But by the time we made it home, exhausted (yet so excited about the awesome trip we had!) I was ready to unpack and throw things wherever I could for 'now' to organize 'later' and wanted to just...  be.  I found instead of being full of stories and details and explanations... instead of wanting to pour over photos and share every little detail of the stories behind them, I just didn't.

I found the trip, stories, details and explanations just too much.  Too overwhelming - because, where to be begin!?

This happens with most of my trips!  And not just me.  My daughter as well.  We found ourselves smiling and nodding and answering friends and family with 'short' answers because the thought of having to delve into details was just too much.  And some of the stories that were so incredible, funny, frustrating, scary, irritating or hilarious at the time, didn't seem like that big of a deal once we were home.

Hey!  You're home!  How was your trip?
It was good!  Yeah, we had a great time.  It was beautiful.  So, how are you!?