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Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 09:15 PM
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About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

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Do you have any idea how sexist that statement sounds?

With a little ageism thrown in for good measure. Older women - 'of a certain age' - are often dismissed by those whose knowledge could never measure up. We are not silly fools with nothing better to do than drool over a doctor on tv. Turn in your feminist credentials - if you have any - at the door.

Not that you're not entitled, but it might very well be partly you.

I adore the man. To keep a popular tv show going, he has to behave a little silly and come up with interactive stunts with the tiny amount of knowledge most people can absorb and retain. As for what you consider his ridiculous statements, pray tell, my friend - you know I like you - just where did you acquire your own medical degree?

Like Dr. Weil, Oz is a heart surgeon at Johns Hopkins, one of the country's finest hospitals. He takes a holistic approach to medicine, not disdaining what valuable lessons previous generations and other cultures have contributed to the body of knowledge. Both prefer prevention through nutrition to avoid the need for surgery if possible. I find it gratifying that they're well versed in nutrition and scientific herbal remedies as well as allopathic western medicine. Before you dismiss either as quacks, which some are wont to do, try to remember that most modern pharmaceuticals originated in nature. Aspirin from willow bark etc.

Often when (and if) people of previous generations came up with an effective treatment, they had no idea why it worked, just that it did. For instance, making a poultice of moldy bread for an infected cut, etc. Don't make me tell you about the scientifically verified tree frog cure or how cobwebs were used on wounds. Or the wisdom of letting your dog lick your wounds if no other treatment's available, which it might not be in a remote location.

I've doctored myself and my animals for many years with only the rarest recourse to medical doctors. Even now I keep my cholesterol in check with red yeast rice. If they have actual value, natural treatments can present less of a shock to the body with far fewer side effects. Am I going to take some poison from Roche Labs to prevent thinning bones maybe, or am I going to make tea with the comfrey that grows wild in my backyard? The Roma didn't call it knitbone for nothing.

Not to mention I know the herbs women have always used to prevent or end unwanted pregnancies. More recent generations have lost most of this valuable knowledge due to the very attitudes you seem to reveal. Well, it's their loss, not mine.

I've BEEN in choirs before, but not here.

I'm not allowed to join in most of the reindeer games. Actually, I've decided to think of it less as rejection than territorial asset protection. When there's so little to be had, people protect their little spots in the sunshine with a vehemence. The zero sum attitude rules.

But I've been in choirs from the age of 6, when I was already a budding contralto. Some were excellent, even winning a superior rating in competition, others not so good. Across the board what bothered me most was the ridiculous preference most directors (and others) had for sopranos, especially when it came to singing lead or solo. Anybody who didn't sound like a squeaky wheel could just forget about the limelight. I mean, look how they excorciated Peggy Lee as a 'siren' when it was her vocal range they objected to as much if not more than her song lyrics. I even knew people who bought and played her records but kept them hidden from public view as if they were porn or something.

One reason I was always partial to real musicians is that they appreciated contraltos more and when I was lucky, I got to jam with some fine players. I listened to Billie Holliday so much I picked up her habit of singing just behind the beat.

Back to choirs, however. Local especially. I don't really mind not being welcome in the one at the UMC so conveniently nearby, partly because all the females are sopranos and the males are barely light tenors. All poor breathers, too. Not only would I have to restrain myself from singing over them all, I could hit at least half an octave lower than anyone else. So I wouldn't fit in even if allowed in.

There are ways to compensate, however. On my first visit there, I actually liked the selections for the congregation, so I let 'er rip. Can't say I almost knocked over the pipe organ, but my voice training hasn't faded that much and I still despise microphones. Don't like them for speaking either, because they force you to swallow your voice, and I was taught excellent projection. At least I will say this, the numerous heads turned in my direction all showed smiling faces. I'm not always used to that around here, and it really feels good.

So no, I don't sing in a choir anymore. I stand in the pew and basically sing over them if I like the song. If not, I mumble along with everyone else.

Sorry (??) if that sounds conceited. There are days I don't feel inclined to hide my light under a bushel like a good little damnYankee librul invader. When I wanna sing, I'm gonna sing. I keep wishing a good bass singer would show up, because they're a lot of fun. I just loved the one that sang backup for Olivia Newton-John on "Let Me Be There" or whatever the title was.

Regardless of how influenTial she is or isn't, I bet she can spell the word correctly.

That's more than some people, no?

For about 30 seconds each, until one notices the other's position and the usual

play-fight erupts. Sooo glad they're totally devoted, because otherwise I'd have something to worry about. They snuggle together all the time, though. And as Brigid matures, she's slowly learning to sit on the floor next to me and then she'll get her ears scratched real good. I'm trying to encourage MM to sit on the other side where I can rub her tummy with my foot. But so far that doesn't last very long.

The chows each had one of Mom's feet for their very own, and that worked out well. I could foot-rub 2 bellies and type away with no problems at the same time. Sometimes they'd growl warnings at each other, and I couldn't maintain decent posture, but we managed.

Happy Birthday, our good friend

You've earned it, and many more.

Show me the Blues Brothers and I'll do damn near anything you say,

so long as it has nothing to do with voting Republican, that is.

I just LOVE that movie!

And to that I would say,

Not yet, true; but it ain't over till the fat lady sings, and I'm keeping my trap shut for the moment.

Dirty money is still dirty money.

Just a guess, but odds are he might like it.

I know he stopped at least some of the ring kissing.
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