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IrishAyes's Journal
IrishAyes's Journal
April 24, 2014

Walked into a Dollar Tree store today, took one look at the swimming pool noodles,

and realized I was looking at pipe insulation. True enough, I have to cut a slit down the length with my very own box cutter, but I think it could be managed w/o too much danger.

April 24, 2014

Kinda reminds me of the garden I put in every year - in pots.

I'm 68 and have 2 dogs that would destroy a regular garden bed. I have to pile rocks around my landscape plants to prevent deadly digging, etc. So over the first few years of retirement, I've collected cheap pots and repurposed other things into pots. That way the dogs can tear up a lot of the yard w/o too much harm, and I don't have to do stoop labor to grow food. Works for me. Everybody here said, oh, the winters are too hard on pots, they'll freeze and crack! All I have to do is make little cozies for them, just like teapots.

April 21, 2014

Make your own fake marble

I read about a technique in apartmenttherapy.com and it looked good: somebody took OSB and painted it with chalkboard paint. Looked good.

April 21, 2014

Make your own fake marble

I read about a technique in apartmenttherapy.com and it looked good: somebody took OSB and painted it with chalkboard paint. Looked good.

April 18, 2014

You and yours as well, my friend.

You can't imagine all the fun I've had telling about your elevator antics.

Here's another I heard about a few days ago: When you get a call from a telemarketer or wrong # caller, or even someone you don't like, just say "It's done - but there's blood everywhere." And hang up w/o another word.

April 18, 2014

Unfortunately, the sharp object is usually their tongue!

Believe me, I don't start these subjects, not even politics; they're forced on me to one degree or another. That's why I usually just give my hairdresser very polite and extremely vague murmurs in reply. But I don't mind, because there I sit getting the best haircut in the world for $13, and I know she won't press me for specific agreement. She just wants to 'save' me, even though that's somebody else's job and already an accomplished fact a couple thousand years ago. She'd have a heart attack if I told her Jesus died for everyone, past, present, and future.

And yes, there are those scissors in her hand!

What I can't seem to do - and don't care to try - is to stop writing the occasional LTTE of our local paper, which incidentally has a wide regional circulation. Sometimes it's strictly politics, less often a note on religion. But every bit of it seems to make a lot of people apoplectic, and they just lovvvve to let me know to my face. They don't care for the slightly acerbic brushoff they get either.

They're not going to like the next one any better than the last. Although I must say, the nastiest respondent - the one who print-screeched LYING HYENAS OF SOCIALISM! one time, began his latest personal attack in the paper by noting that the publisher/editor had asked him to keep in mind how he hurt people's feelings with his hubris and mean spirited words. Then he went right on doing the same if not worse, referring to me as "little My Name" The last time I had pinned his ears back a bit by pointing out the immature cruelty of ridiculing his wife at length in print and maligning the Mennonites en masse in a manner few publications would allow. (He complained that they all sounded like they just got off the boat!)

Don't worry, I shall never address him directly in print again. I think he's done enough to show people his true colors. Maybe just for fun, I'll reprint his latest LTTE in GD sometime soon.
April 18, 2014

Got my hair cut today.

Nice, you might think, but what has that got to do with this group?

It's because the best hairdresser in town (as well as the only one who will take this alleged heretic's business) is that rare bird, a super-fundie with at least a somewhat good heart. She's the busiest in town, so she doesn't need my $ but she cuts my hair anyway so I don't go around looking raggedy and embarrassing the whole town. I walked into one place several years ago where both seats were empty and I could almost swear had cobwebs in the corners. But no, they were 'booked up, sorry.'

So this lady cuts my hair, and btw she does it better than anybody I ever went to anywhere, whether on the coasts or in between. Now with her theology, I'm pretty sure she thinks I have one foot on the edge and the other on a banana peel, that somehow I can't possibly be thoroughly 'saved', so she does 'share' an awful lot of unrequested thoughts with me. Because I like her more than a little and appreciate her tremendously, I just add the occasional, polite "Oh?" and let her ramble on. On rare occasions I've 'shared' back with her my basic doctrine that I know God loves me and I trust my soul to his care but am happy to leave the details up to him. God's gonna do what God's gonna do, and whatever that is, is fine with me.

Not only does this approach drive most people who want an argument up the wall, which entertains me more than it should, it also saves me a lot of wear and tear in this hysterically xenophobic spot on the road in the remote MidWest. When I'm determined not to argue, there's no way they can make me do it. I almost feel bad about it with her, though, because she gets a sort of sad look in her eyes, not that murderous gleam that so many do. She won't ever come out and say she's worried about my future, but I'm pretty sure she prays a lot for me and that can't hurt even when she is off target.

Hey, that's as good as it gets here. I celebrate whatever and whenever I can.

April 13, 2014

I've been laboring in other vineyards, but will never leave DU or the BOG.

Hope to catch up a little now that things have slowed down a bit elsewhere. With this ancient computer and weak wi-fi signal, many times I can't even get online. But it seems to be doing okay for the moment, cross your fingers.

I have to post a compliment to the young man I've been working with on the radio show and charity. He posted a blistering smackdown right in Alex Jones' face on FB today, and of course I backed him up. Having grown up on conservative radio, he had, shall we say, a few more conservative views than I'm comfortable with when we first became acquainted. Liberal in many ways, but not completely so. To see him sock it to Jones like he just did - in defense of President Obama, yet! - made my day. Who knows, eventually he may wind up in totality to MY left! Wouldn't that be grand?

April 13, 2014

Nah, you've already wasted too much of my time as it is. I'm putting you on oxygen starvation.

But YOU can bully-post again if you think speaking last will impress someone - anyone? Me, I've got better things to do. So long - wish I could say it's been nice knowing you.

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About IrishAyes

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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