My entire neighborhood is having issues with #FEDEX delivery... at least it's not JUST me, right?

Apparently my local FedEx woes aren't just me...  

Remember how I blogged about them leaving a package from Walmart, ripped open and wide open, in the street at 8:45 at night?  It was pitch dark!  They didn't even attempt to simply drive up the drive and put it by the garage, much less the door.  But I always track my shipments and watch continuously so I got an alert it was delivered; but when I was looking all over for it and couldn't find it, I walked down the long drive to the street and found it.

I put in a complaint - was told the guy who does that route (not my normal daytime FedEx delivery person but a second person on the route in the box truck instead of the regular FedEx van) would be put on a different route.

I think he was, as things were ok for awhile.  Then we ordered something and again; was told it was delivered - it was 8:30 pm and dark; NO vehicle came to the house at all.  No vehicle even stopped in the street outside our house.  So I went around the house - no packages - down to the street - no packages - at the mailbox in the street - no packages.

So I came back in the house and put in a call to the FedEx customer service number. 

I waited on hold, then got through to someone (who was working from home - I could hear the background) and as we were getting ready to hang up I saw a vehicle's headlights down at the street near my house.  

Sure enough - they delivered while I was on the phone with FedEx.  A full 20 minutes at least AFTER they lied and logged it delivered.  They also left it in the STREET.  No attempt to even come up the drive.  

After that I made sure to add 'delivery instructions' to my personal account with them that specifically say;  "DELIVER TO FRONT DOOR.  DO NOT  LEAVE IN THE STREET." 

We've had a few issues since then with 'undeliverable' and 'exception occurred' but for the most part it's been better. I also didn't have anything go missing... knock on wood.  But probably because I've not ordered anything anyone would want.  A toddler toy, a DVD set of The Office, some bar stools, etc.  The packages were ripped open, but apparently not anything my FedEx driver wanted to steal so I've been lucky.

I've already posted this weekend about the poor Walmart box that was delivered on the side of the road last Wednesday night (the night before Thanksgiving) and how it was dropped off by the FedEx truck ripped open and dumped.  We thought perhaps it was the neighbors whose driveway it was close to and didn't think much about it.  It rained and stormed that night.  The package stayed there and they put the box next to their trash for pickup Saturday morning.  But our trash does not ever ever ever never ever pick up anything that is not IN the waste container so it was left.

This morning - two days later - it's still on the side of the road, the packing material strewn all over and soggy from days of rain.

As I said - my particular deliveries have gotten... 'better' but apparently, my neighbors have not been so lucky.

I stumbled upon a conversation about our local FedEx delivery going on on our local city forum.

Someone posted photos of a bunch of boxes and orders from stores like Kohl's, Walmart, etc.  Not only delivered and left in the front yard of a random address (not where they were to be delivered) but also in the pouring down rain.  

Neighbors around here who find random deliveries at their home that are not theirs, typically try to contact the person who was SUPPOSED to have gotten the delivery and they deliver it themselves or arrange for them to come pick it up.   (Not like the lady who got two boxes of mine delivered to her and KEPT THEM for herself; apparently she liked the cute boots I had ordered.)

Anyway - so looking over my neighbors posts it seems FedEx, just in the last few weeks has been busy ruining packages, stealing packages, losing packages and just delivering them or throwing them out of the truck willy-nilly.

  • Some speakers were left in the street next to the mailbox... in the pouring rain.  Ruined.
  • They said they couldn't deliver to someone's house because Saturday the 28th was a holiday. ? Umm no it's not.  After she told them it wasn't, and that the postal service and UPS had no trouble delivering they changed their excuse and said "due to restrictions at the address, the packages cannot be delivered."  Well... there are no restrictions and they have delivered just fine every other time.  So... lies.
  • Two packages expected - only one delivered.  They apparently marked the other one undeliverable and sent it back.
  • 75% of another persons packages have arrived OPENED.  They were home when it was delivered and it arrives that way so she knows it was during delivery and not after.  (This is what I've found and posted about as well... all my deliveries for the past few months are opened and gone through before they deem it too boring to steal I guess.
  • Another has had all their packages for the past couple months delivered to the house across the street from them for no reason.  When asked, FedEx told them their address must not exist.  Hmm.  It does for everyone else and it did for FedEx until literally just recently.
  • Another family had their family members prescription medicine signed for BY THE DRIVER and left out in the rain.  Animals got to it and ripped it apart.
  • Another had their driver drive in and toss it out the window.  The person was there but is disabled, and called out to if they could bring it to the door?  The driver refused - having tossed it out the window, they drove off!  Better yet?  It was a delivery for someone ELSE.
  • Another person got a wrong delivery.  It was for an address 10 miles away.
  • Another had a large pallet of freight delivered.  When the FedEx driver arrived he was pushing the items off the pallet.  The customer asked him to use the lift - that was right there on the truck! And the delivery driver said no - unless the customer paid him $85 right then and there. 
  • Another also had their packages tossed into driveway or the street at night (like we did) and luckily she also was tracking the delivery so she was able to go 'search' for it in the dark.  Found it in the driveway - good thing since they would have driven over it had they not known it had arrived.
  • And finally, yet someone else that had a 'signed' package SIGNED FOR WITH ONLY INITIALS by the FED EX DRIVER and... stolen.  It was a TV. 











It's Just the Coffee Talking.... so, what's your ringtone(s)?


Today I had to run an errand and heard my cellphone ringing in my purse on the seat next to me.  Since I was driving I ignored it and let it go to voicemail and after the person left a voicemail, I then heard it playing the ringtone I have for voicemails.

I have numerous different songs as my ringtones; this allows me to know without looking at my phone, who is calling.

Because of the song playing I knew the person calling was one of my parents.  Then I heard the song I use for voicemails, so I knew they left one.

Yesterday my son Facetimed me and his ringtone is one I like and I was singing along with it and almost didn't answer in time.  LOL.  



Since it's 6:30 pm and I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open and just want to go to sleep, I thought I'd pop online and do a quick email check and post 'something' to the blog.  Since my parents call was on my mind, I decided to post about ringtones.

Here are just a few random from list contact list - although my husbands changes sometimes.  He didn't like my last one so I changed it so he would stop commenting about it!  Ha ha.  (.....with links to hear samples of them on Amazon):

My voicemail ringtone is:  Telephone (Stop calling)

I know most of my friends/readers like to comment to me 'off' the site but please feel free to jump in and comment below as well.  I'd love to know what your ringtone(s) are.



Chit Chat Over Saturday Morning Coffee.... I'm holding a cup of coffee, so yeah, I'm pretty busy


Mr. Coffee is putting up the tree right now and he's a 'one man on the task' kind of guy.  This means I get to sit here and sip coffee and munch on a leftover turkey sandwich.  

I don't mean he's decorating it though.  Lord help us if he attempted that.  LOL.  No, I mean he's just 'putting up the tree'.

Now that we don't have a bunch of kids underfoot 'helping' we have it down to this;

He gets all the Christmas boxes out of storage and deposits them willy-nilly in the Family Room.  This 'mess' makes me crazy but it works because I need to get decorating 'done' and over so he can put the boxes back in storage where I don't have to look at them!

So he puts up the bare bones of the 'big' tree (it's 12 feet tall plus another foot or so with the stand and another for the angel so... about 14 feet tall). Then... his part is over.

I'll do everything else.  The tree decorating, putting up the other normal sized 5 ft. tree, the rest of the decorating, the baking, the buying of the family Christmas gifts, etc.


I started this post hours ago.

Life got in the way, but I'm back.

Tree is up but I'm not rushing in to beautify it yet.  Meh.  Tomorrow may be good for that.

I made a yummy sugarfree dessert to eat and called it lunch.  Pistachio pudding and whipped cream on a crunchy pretzel crust.  

I also helped my son wade through making an account with a major airline and he bought his own airline ticket for the first time ever.  #Adulting  Typically we would just pay for his ticket and purchase it if he was coming to visit us, or if he's gone somewhere with friends, his friend would usually just purchase the tickets together and he'd pay them back.  Today was the day... I taught him how to research and think through the layover cities; and take into account the layover times (MAJOR IMPORTANT) because he lives where it's highly likely he'll have ice storms and blizzards and power outages to screw up the flights.  A 51 minute layover in July may be fine for one particular airport but in December you better plan at least 2+ hours to help with the probable flight delays!  So that is DONE and he now has plans in place to visit for the Christmas holiday.  WooWhoo!  

I think he was pretty proud that he did it all himself and just before we hung up our Facetime call he grinned and said, "Welp, I think that's enough adulting for the day..."   


I got lost for a bit when I did a random search for something I heard mentioned by someone and didn't know what they were talking about.  An old fashioned "egg carton lamp shade".  They had one a great grandparent had made.  There was a photo.  It wasn't a pretty sight.  So, I looked them up online.

I saw some really pretty examples out there... so now I know yes, recycled egg carton lamps and shades are a thing... and can be done fairly pretty. 

At this moment Mr. Coffee is hanging my paper towel dispenser.  Tired of trying to track down paper towels at the store, I invested in a paper towel dispenser - which I have decided to hang in my laundry room just off the kitchen.  This makes it easy to grab them for kitchen clean up, hands, etc. but it's still out of the way enough as it's not a rustic wood dispenser that would go with my kitchen decor.  

For the record on that topic;  they DO have really cool looking rustic wood and wood dispensers.  I searched for about a week before deciding I really didn't need or want one - and had no good place to put one in the kitchen.  You can hang them or put them on the counter but I just didn't want the clutter on the counter and I don't have any good available space to hang anything in my kitchen by the way it's designed.  So...  this works for me.

I've gotten pulled away four more times since I came back to this post... bah ha ha.   Time to hit PUBLISH and just call it good enough.  I don't recall what I even started out talking about in this post anymore!   

Meh, it was just the coffee talking again anyway.....













Just a few random news articles to ponder while you sip your morning coffee... (these are from Gateway Pundit)











It's Just the Coffee Talking... randoms from around the internet this morning

I sipped coffee while I click, click, clicked.  Saw some things that made me smirk.  

(I probably visited about 55 blogs this morning and jotted down random things that caught my attention and I wanted to ponder a bit more on later.  I didn't write these; and I don't know the sites these came from since I was just clicking and sipping coffee at the time.  I can always delete something if someone wants to get their panties in a bunch that it was from their site. Just contact me and I'll delete it.  But then again; if I thought it was good enough to want to re-read and ponder, then you should consider it a good thing. I'm not claiming it's mine.  I'm claiming I wanted to ponder some of these a little more.)



These are random, from various places.

"Remember that the people that hid Anne Frank were breaking the law and the people that took her to the camps were enforcing it."

"If you don't know that "coyote" is a word for a person who is paid to smuggle people across the Southern border into the United States, then you don't know enough about unlawful immigration to have an opinion on the subject."

"I'm a little amazed at the lack of character, outright fraud, and too much of the media ignoring the evidence that voting irregularities substantially affected the election. Where were these people raised? Where are their morals, and indignation? Are they that complacent toward criminal acts? It makes me wonder, but if something as sacred as a fair election is ignored by too many, anarchy can only be the description of the country, and the weak will eventually be the prey of the strongest thugs."

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows








Home Free - God Bless the U.S.A. (featuring Lee Greenwood and The United States Air Force Band)

Home Free - God Bless the U.S.A. 

(featuring Lee Greenwood and The United States Air Force Band)


Stop trying to kill Thanksgiving... and stop trying to put your own 2020 ideals on a 1620 celebration of thanksgiving

Source:   NR


The New York Times ran a piece the other day titled, “The Thanksgiving Myth Gets a Deeper Look This Year,” bristling with hostility toward the day of gratitude and noting that “the holiday arrives in the midst of a national struggle over racial justice.” (The paper is admirably consistent — a couple of years ago it ran an article headlined, “Everything You Learned About Thanksgiving Is Wrong.”)

When Arkansas senator Tom Cotton slammed the Times piece, as well as the newspaper’s stilted and dishonest 1619 Project, the Pulitzer Prize-winning architect of that venture, Nikole Hannah-Jones, replied with incredulity. “Imagine calling the 1619 Project debunked in order to defend a childish Thanksgiving myth,” she tweeted.

Childish myth? It’s true that debunkers can score some easy points.

The term “Pilgrims” wasn’t popularized until later. They didn’t wear dour clothes. They didn’t consider their iconic gathering in 1621 a formal thanksgiving, which would have been given over to solemn religious observances. And so on.

But the basic contours of the holiday are recognizable in that long-ago event. The settlers who had arrived in the Mayflower in 1620, and survived a brutal winter that killed half of them, feasted, enjoyed games, and marveled at the material abundance of their new home.

One of them, Edward Winslow, wrote a friend that “our harvest being gotten in, our governor sent four men on fowling, that so we might after a special manner rejoice together after we had gathered the fruits of our labors.” He noted that “among other Recreations, we exercised our Arms.” He concluded, “although it be not always so plentiful, as it was at this time with us, yet by the goodness of God, we are so far from want, that we often wish you partakers of our plenty.”

It’s not inconceivable that they ate turkeys. Plymouth governor William Bradford wrote of that autumn, “besides waterfowl there was a great store of wild turkeys, of which they took many.”

And they celebrated, as we’ve all always learned, with friendly Indians. Edward Winslow recorded “many of the Indians coming amongst us” and “for three days we entertained and feasted, and they went out and killed five Deer.”

Tribes in the region had been devastated by disease after contact with Europeans, but easily could have eliminated the settlement. Instead, the leader of the Wampanoag forged an agreement with them, with an eye to a potential ally against the rival Narragansetts.

Finally, the legendary Squanto did indeed provide essential assistance. He belonged to the Patuxet band that had lived in the Plymouth area and had been completely wiped out by the epidemic.

Finding his people gone (he had been kidnapped by an Englishman and sold into slavery in Spain before escaping), he joined with the Pilgrims and taught them indispensable skills, including how to plant corn. Bradford called him “a special instrument sent of God.” He was a translator, guide, and, importantly, the chief envoy between the Pilgrims and neighboring tribes.

The peace with the Wampanoag lasted about 50 years. It’s a mistake to read future conflict back into the 1621 feast, a moment of comity and hopefulness.

As Melanie Kirkpatrick explains in her history of the holiday, New England colonies eventually established annual general thanksgiving days. Thanksgiving as we know it arose from these days and the memory of the 1621 event, with layers of tradition added over time (the formal date in late November, the cuisine, the association with football, etc.).









Friday!  Black Friday... although that doesn't have the same activity as it has the last 15-20 years.  I've never been interested in dealing with Black Friday crowds, shopping at 3:30 am or trying to fight people for a sale item... no matter the price.  I'd rather pay full price if it meant I could stay away from people, crowds, stupidity and chaos.   But this year I suppose there isn't a whole lot of that going on anyway.  Instead... fighting to hit your 'BUY IT' button online before the next person does.

I read yesterday that many of the 'hot' ticket items are followed and bought by bots anyway so humans have a little chance of scoring.  They said this is why you find a huge amount of say, Playstation 5's for sale on ebay when everyone is 'out' of them.  A 'bot' followed to find the exact split second they went on sale somewhere, and then either alerted the person who coded the bot or was coded to immediately purchase them. Kind of out of my interest level so I didn't read it too closely (or care... at all) so a quick skim and tucked the fact away somewhere deep in my brain.  


I've started about 4 different paragraphs but meh... I am not as chatty as usual this morning  so I ended up just deleting them all.

I've got to finish my coffee and get dressed soon as it's a 'regular' day for me and I've got to head out the door in about 30 minutes.  This year is much different than normal Thanksgiving weekends for us!   One of the things I'll need to do this weekend even though I'm not really in the mood, is put up the Christmas tree.  It's always been our tradition to put it up Thanksgiving weekend.  Even though I do not feel like digging through the storage room to drag the Christmas boxes out, I know I'll be happy once the tree is up.  This year we have a little one in the house again but he's only mobile in his walker and the tree is in a room with rugs that he can't get his walker over so this year at least, the tree is 'safe' from little hands!  Ha ha.


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the FRIENDS tv theme rewritten with Covid in mind: So, no one told you life was gonna be this way Your job's remote, your broke You're hiding from a plague It's like you're always stuck in quarantine You might be there for days, a week or even a year I'll stay away from you... If you stay away from me too!


Coffee Break!!!!

I had switched to sparkling water but it's time for a coffee.  Hot. Strong. Black.

I have absolutely nothing important to really chat about but I'm here and I'm going to sip hot coffee and just type whatever topics come to mind for a bit.

My relative made it through surgery and is in the recovery room now waking from anesthesia.  

I'm drinking out of my Mother's Day Quarantined coffee mug.  Ironically, while sipping just now, our 'family' themed snapchat is busy with everyone asking about everyone elses Christmas lists and my daughter added a photo of the coffee mug she wants.  It's similar to my Mother's Day Friends themed Quarantine mug but is a recap of pretty much all of 2020.  

This led me to think about the fact that I never would have thought we'd still be dealing with this crap at Thanksgiving and Christmas.  So, in honor of the suckiness I'll add a few Quarantine theme coffee mug links to Amazon at the bottom of this post. 

My oldest daughter actually has this particular mug on her Christmas list... the FRIENDS tv theme rewritten with Covid in mind:

So, no one told you life was gonna be this way

Your job's remote, your broke

You're hiding from a plague

It's like you're always stuck in quarantine

You might be there for days, a week or even a year

I'll stay away from you...

If you stay away from me too!

Coffee Mug for Birthday Xmas - Covid 19 "So No One Told You Life Was Gonna Be This Way" Coffee Mug 11 OZ White



    Stink Stank Stunk Christmas 2020 Grinch Inspired 11 Ounce Novelty Coffee Mug 



  Coffee Mug Funny Present-CHRISTMAS 2020 QUARANTINED-Novelty Christmas Holiday Santa Wearing a Mask Fun FRIENDS Mug Gifts For Men Women White 11 Oz   



  Quarantine Birthday Mug | Christmas | 2020 Friends TV The One Where You Were Quarantined | Social Distancing 







Are you celebrating Thanksgiving in there!? No. We're just looting and rioting. Oh, okay. Carry on.


Checked Thanksgiving plans this morning and the elderly couple has a sister that will be bringing dinner to them and visiting them so I'm glad they have someone to cook for them!  I know they are looking forward to my Christmas goodies, so I'm excited to share those with them.

We ARE going to be hosting Thanksgiving after all.  Good thing I took the turkey out to thaw.

I asked;  "So, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?"  and the reply was "We're coming to your house around 1:00 or 2:00!!!"

Well, okay then!  Ha ha.  Good thing I asked.  

"We ought to speak, shout out against injustices, with confidence and without fear" - Blessed Miquel Pro


Jose Ramon Miguel Agustin Pro Juarez entered the seminary in 1911 to study to become a Jesuit priest. The seminary closed when the government began to persecute Catholics. Miguel had to flee his country. He was finally ordained in Belgium in 1925 when he was 34 years old.

Miguel returned to Mexico even though it was dangerous because the government had forbidden Catholics to practice their faith. The Cristero War (1926-1929) saw faithful Catholics rebelling against the oppression of the government, and the military and government officials responded with great brutality.

Miguel had to minister to his beloved Mexican people in secret. It is said that he wore disguises to protect himself and others. He dressed as a beggar and visited homes to say Mass or baptize babies. He wore a police officer’s uniform when he visited the jail to bring the Sacraments to prisoners. He was willing to do anything to help people know that the Church loved and cared for them in Jesus’ name.

Miguel was arrested and charged with attempting to kill Mexico’s president. The charges were completely untrue, but the police wanted an excuse to be rid of this “problem” priest. Without a trial, Miguel was sentenced to death before a firing squad.

Miguel’s last words before stretching out his arms to die were “Viva Cristo Rey!” which means “Long live Christ the King!” He had blessed the soldiers and the executioners before he died.

He was noted for his charity and ability to speak about spiritual subjects without boring his audience. Pulido remarked that there were two Pros: the playful Pro and the prayerful Pro. He was known for the long periods he spent in the chapel.[6]

Long-time President of Mexico Porfirio Díaz was ousted in 1911 after staging a rigged reelection, and a struggle for power – the Mexican Revolution – began.

Pro studied in Mexico until 1914 when a massive wave of governmental anti-Catholicism forced the novitiate to dissolve and the Jesuits to flee to Los Gatos, California, in the United States. He then went to study in Granada, Spain (1915–19), and from 1919 to 1922 taught in Nicaragua.[7]

Back in Mexico, a new constitution for the country had been signed (1917). Five articles of the 1917 Constitution of Mexico were particularly aimed at suppression of the Catholic Church. Article 3 mandated secular education in schools, prohibiting the Church from participating in primary and secondary education. Article 5 outlawed monastic religious orders. Article 24 forbade public worship outside of church buildings, while Article 27 restricted religious organizations' rights to own property. Finally, Article 130 revoked basic civil rights of clergy members: priests and religious workers were prevented from wearing their habits, were denied the right to vote, and were forbidden from commenting on public affairs to the press. 

Return to Mexico

In summer 1926 – his studies in Europe completed – Pro returned to Mexico. On the way he visited Lourdes where he celebrated Mass and visited the grotto of Our Lady of Lourdes.

Pro arrived at Veracruz on July 8, 1926. Plutarco Elías Calles was now president of Mexico. Unlike his predecessors, Calles vigorously enforced the anti-Catholic provisions of the 1917 constitution, implementing the so-called Calles Law, which provided specific penalties for priests who criticized the government (five years' imprisonment) or wore clerical garb in certain situations outside their churches (500 pesos). This law went into effect on July 31, 1926.

By this time, some states, such as Tabasco under the notorious anti-Catholic Tomás Garrido Canabal, had closed all the churches and cleared the entire state of openly serving priests, killing many of them, forcing a few to marry, and the remaining few serving covertly at risk of their lives. On his return Pro served a Church which was forced to go "underground." He celebrated the Eucharist clandestinely and ministered the other sacraments to small groups of Catholics.[8]

Details of Pro's ministry in the underground church come from his many letters, signed with the nickname Cocol. In October 1926, a warrant for his arrest was issued. He was arrested and released from prison the next day, but kept under surveillance.

A failed attempt to assassinate Álvaro Obregón, which only wounded him, in November 1927, provided the state with a pretext for arresting Pro again, this time with his brothers Humberto and Roberto. A young engineer who confessed his part in the assassination testified that the Pro brothers were not involved.[9] Miguel and his brothers were taken to the Detective Inspector's Office in Mexico City.

On November 23, 1927, Pro was executed without trial.[10] President Calles gave orders to have Pro executed for the assassination attempt. Calles had the execution meticulously photographed, and the newspapers throughout the country carried photos on the front page the following day. Presumably, Calles thought that the sight of the pictures would frighten the Cristero rebels who were fighting against his troops, particularly in the state of Jalisco. However, they had the opposite effect.[2]

Pro and his brothers were visited by Generals Roberto Cruz and Palomera Lopez around 11 p.m. on November 22, 1927. The next day, as Pro walked from his cell to the courtyard and the firing squad, he blessed the soldiers, knelt, and briefly prayed quietly. 


Declining a blindfold, he faced his executioners with a crucifix in one hand and a rosary in the other and held his arms out in imitation of the crucified Christ and shouted out, "May God have mercy on you! May God bless you! Lord, Thou knowest that I am innocent! With all my heart I forgive my enemies!" Before the firing squad was ordered to shoot, Pro raised his arms in imitation of Christ and shouted the defiant cry of the Cristeros, "Viva Cristo Rey!" – "Long live Christ the King!".[11] When the initial shots of the firing squad failed to kill him, a soldier shot him at point-blank range.



Calles is reported to have looked down upon a throng of 40,000 which lined Pro's funeral procession. Another 20,000 waited at the cemetery where he was buried without a priest present, his father saying the final words. The Cristeros became more animated and fought with renewed enthusiasm, many of them carrying the newspaper photo of Pro before the firing squad.