The Useful Blog

As the world wide web, technology and the devices we use to access the internet, continue to invade the boundaries of privacy, in so much as they permeate and define our very existence;  more and more people are finding themselves drowning in a sea of useless electronic information.

Many parts of the internet are full of useless junk.

As an example, take a look at blogging.  Today, anyone can write and publish a blog.  And they usually do! /insert self deprecating sarcasm here.  Henceforth, the majority of blogs really do not disseminate helpful or worthwhile information.  

Some of the most popular blogs on the internet are hair and makeup blogs.  There are literally millions of rank amateurs, espousing directions on everything from how to apply mascara, to do it yourself egg facials.  These “gurus” (yes, that’s what they call themselves) post everything from still pictures to videos synced with music, in an attempt to convince women that they alone hold the secret to how to look thin, young and exactly like everyone else!  The picture above is of Michelle Phan, she is the Grand Puba of makeup gurus!

This is a picture of my hair.  It looks like this 1 out of every 42 days.  That one and only day, is the day I arrive home from the salon and Tiffany has worked on my tresses for a mere 3 hours!  The other 41 days, I’m lucky to spend 3 minutes doing my hair.  That is why I do not write a beauty blog.

Speaking of grooming and doing one’s hair, leads me onto the next category, insane pet blogs.  No, the pets aren’t insane, the owners are. 

The owners post picture

after picture,

after picture,

after picture, of their pets just sitting there.  Adorable, but not really doing anything different or unique, from shot to shot. 

Oh dear, pardon the interruption, we have a Guest Rebuttal.

While it may appear, to the less than discerning eye, that the previous pictures are quite similar; I assure you that each is depicting a separate and distinct action.  Taking place are licking, tasting, wistfully staring, intensely staring, down right glaring and smoothing.  All different and all worthy of their own independent shot – thank you.

Aside from blogs about pets and blogs where the pets seize control of the keyboard and speak directly to you, the audience; is the less than useful blog directed towards a writer’s obsession.

Their world revolves around one “thing” and they feel the unrestrained need to share this “thing” with you.

Believing that they themselves are interesting, leads to the belief that what they are interested in must be of value to the reader.

Bombarding you with goofy antidotes and trivial nuances about this “thing,” what ever it may be, holding such importance to them and their insignificant life. 

It brings the entire process to bordering on narcissism.

But, today, my blog will do none of the previously described behaviors.  Today my blog will be useful and succinct.

If your husband has a hands free device in his car (like Ford’s Sync), the kind that allows him to put you on speaker phone so that everyone in the car can hear what you have to say;

make sure you know he’s alone in the car before you answer his question of “How are you?”  And out of your mouth bellows the words, “I have cramps!”

Which is followed by uncontrollable laughter throughout the vehicle!  I got lucky. Our Cousin Knit-Pearl was in the car.  Not Beloved’s boss or some prospective client he was hoping to impress.

So, that’s my useful blog tip for today.  Always make sure you know to whom you are addressing when announcing the progression of your monthly menstrual cycle!

And a huge gigantic thank you to everyone who takes their time to stop by my narcissistic, Eddie Vedder obsession driven, kitty ruled blog.

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. . . as the Earth to the Sun

Happy Earth Day, plus 45 minutes.  I’m late, I know.  But, I sort of have a really good reason.

It’s all their fault! (That would be Pearl Jam, for those of you lucky people fortunate enough to not have been sucked into the tidal wave, of my obsession.)

More specifically, it’s HIS fault.  (Right again, gentle readers.  That’s Eddie Vedder.  When I feel the need to become more focused, with my obsession, I aim towards him!)

Tonight, instead of writing my blog, I was messing around on YouTube, watching Pearl Jam videos.  And, time got away from me.  As it tends to do, when one indulges their obsession.

So, my offering as a post for Earth Day, is the messianic Mr. Vedder and Pearl Jam singing “Black.” The lyrics include mentions of the Earth, the Sun, the 5 horizons and the sky.  That pretty much covers nature; well sort of.  Anyways, from MTV’s Unplugged Series, March 1992, this is Pearl Jam preforming “Black.”

Love how Eddie shakes his head, at the 1:38 marker, when he messes up the lyrics.

And the look at 2:32 – I’ll say no more, as my words would just diminish that experience /sigh

Again, I know this blog is late and a very poor excuse for an Earth Day tribute.  Along with blaming Eddie, for this fiasco, Beloved too must shoulder a part of the blame .  It was he, who became weary of my babbling about Pearl Jam and how amazing their music is. It was also Beloved, who told me to go write a blog about it, because he was going to bed!

As am I.

Pleasant Dreams!  /giggle

On a more serious editor’s note:  The following are the lyrics to “Black,” by Stone Gossard and Eddie Vedder.  Don’t think I’ve ever listened to this song without getting a lump in my throat.  I can’t even begin to imaging what it must feel like, to possess the gift of assembling words and phrases, in such a manner, that they touch another person’s heart and evoke such deep emotion.

“Black”

Hey… oooh…
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…

I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be… yeah…
Uh huh… uh huh… ooh…

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a sun in somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, can’t it be mine


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It’s Complicated!

Beloved, Kitty and I are happily settling into our brand new pad. Or should I say crib, using the vernacular of the hip cool kids, referring to their domicile. 

Moving . . . wow . . . what an

Translation – I have mentally and physically recovered from the trauma of  moving into our new condo; finally mastering the ability to sit upright and not spit drool down my chin.  

And we even had movers to help us with the heavy stuff. 

(Extra special blessings on the gentlemen from G & M Haulers. You guys are amazing!)

After surviving all the sore muscles, aches, pains, long days and even longer nights, I can honestly say I love our new home!  I may have to limp around in it for a few more days, but I love it!

Never before was I the very first person to cook a meal in the stove or run a load of laundry through the washer.  New appliances rock!  They also smell funny and can set off the smoke alarm when used for the first time.  Please press play to enjoy the current melodic sounds emanating from my kitchen!


I must admit that all this newness is a bit complicated.

For instance, where do I store my 6 foot ladder?  The one I need to stand on, in order to reach the pull strings for this blind, located along my stairs.  And, how will I clean said blind and window?

And how will I dust the sills and wash the panes of the Amityville Eyes, that overlook my entry way? 

I refer to those windows as “eyes” based on the blinding flashes that came through those windows during last week’s wicked lightening storm.  Kitty and I both dove under the bed!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.  I was as cool as a cucumber!”

Anyways, Kitty really adores the extra high window sills, dusty or not.  Amazingly, dusting this house is not my most complicated issue.

This is.  No, not cleaning it – using it!

It’s one of those new fangled, water saving, double flush toilets. 

The handle goes both ways. For the life of me, I can’t remember which direction is for what.  And I don’t relish the idea of having to find my glasses so that I can see the arrows, every time I need to attend to my “business.” 

So I made up a little jingle to help me remember. You can hear me singing most any time of the day or night.  It goes like this:

“When I pee, I push it away from me.

But, when you poo.  Pull it towards you.”

Shakespeare it’s not.  But, at least I can work the toilet!

What I probably should get, is one of these!

“If you were REALLY smart, you’d get yourself a litter box and a human.  I find it quite convenient AND I don’t have to sing a silly song.  I dig to China, do my thing and go on my merry way!  You just make everything too complicated!”

Yeah, and let’s not even discuss  paying for and lugging around heavy bags of litter, piercing my feet on razor sharp pieces of clay, the cost of Lysol and air freshener and box liners . . . you really do have it made!

“It’s good to be the king, of the new house!”

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4 days till 1940

Dust off your Glenn Miller records,

And slip into a pair of your newfangled nylon hosiery stockings.

The 1940 US Federal Census will be released

to the public on April 2nd!

Considering that the federal census’ are only released once every 12 years, this is a huge event for anyone interested in genealogy.

The first United States federal census was taken in 1790.

Only the heads of households were listed by first name.  All other family members were counted by group.

How many females between the ages of 30 and 39, or how many males under the age of 10, were common groupings. 

Fortunately, starting in 1850, every member of the household had their first and last name listed, along with their profession, gender, age and place of birth.

This is a page from the 1850 census. The arrow points to the enumeration of  Abraham Lincoln and his wife, Mary.

By 1880, even more helpful questions (at least for those of us trying to put the puzzle of our family together) were being asked.

  • Year and month of each person’s birth

  • Relationship of each person to the Head of Household

  • Is the person single, married, widowed or divorced

  • Place of birth of each person’s mother and father

Tragically, in 1921, a fire in the basement of the Commerce Building, in Washington D.C., destroyed the majority of the 1890 federal census. 

In 1890, there were approximately 63 million people in the United States.  Data for only 6,160 names survived.

This leaves a 20 year gap of births, deaths, moves and marriages for which there is no data.  For most genealogists, this is equivalent to a super massive black hole!   The 30 year picture, where we got to know our families on a first name basis, possibly even 2 or 3 generations worth, comes to a screeching halt.

It’s exciting to find one of my family, when they first came to America.  Or possibly even a 2nd generation living somewhere amongst the 13 colonies.

Eventually, many of them, their children and often their grandchildren ventured into the Ohio Valley and points beyond.  Following them through the census’ kind of makes me feel like I’m traveling along with them, on their journey.

Because of the 20 year gap in information, I will never know how their story ends.  They just disappear.

When the census picks back up in 1900, many of my ancestors are on the move, again. 

“Go West, young man!”


And they did.  Straight into Indian Territory, now known as Oklahoma.

They kept on moving, right into the 1920′s and 30′s.  In fact, this picture could be of them, headed to California. 

We were Okie’s, straight out of Steinbeck’s famous novel.  And now, after 72 years of being hidden away in secrecy, a new chapter will be added to the story.

To be honest, I’m terribly excited!  Not that my family’s story is much different than any other.  But, it is unique and it is special, because it is mine.

And since we are speaking of things that are unique and special . . .

Isn’t it about time I get counted on the census????  Just enumerate me as “King of Household.”

Notes:  If you are interested in poking around your family tree, the LDS church has a free web site with amazing information.  When I hit a wall, I go here.  You don’t even have to be a member of the church, to have an account.  And it’s free! 

https://www.familysearch.org/

If you decide you want to research further and use a paid web site, I don’t think there is any better place than Ancestry. com.   It’s easy to use and hideously addicting lol!

http://www.ancestry.com/

Really good story about the fire of 1890, from the National Archives.  Conspiracy theorists will probably enjoy! 

http://www.archives.gov/publications/prologue/1996/spring/1890-census-1.html
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Nerd Weekend

Sorry I didn’t get any blogs written this weekend.  I’ve got a couple in the works, but they just didn’t happen.  And, it’s this guys fault! Yeah, the dude with the funny ears and blue shoes, in the picture below.

I was taken by an evil warlock (this guy) and forced to run him through dungeons over and over and over again, till he gained reputation with our friendly factions and geared up his character, to possess the strength needed to continue the ongoing war against our enemies!

My poor little “lock” didn’t have time to do her daily questing, much less work on reputation, achievements or write in her blog!

I’m sure all of this sounds like garbled gibberish and shear insanity!!!

For those of you, lucky enough to remain unaware of Beloved and my nerdy ways, I’ll be good and clue you in. 

We play the Massively Multiplayer On Line Role Playing Game – World of Warcraft.  (Also known as World of Warcrack – due to it’s addictive nature and the numerous hours spent, er . . . wasted, questing across  the lands of Azeroth).

Yes, there, I’ve said it out loud.  We are game geeks.  And the above picture is a map of our world as we know it, at least from Friday afternoon when Beloved gets home from work till Sunday night when he has to get ready to go back!

Don’t think I get left out – WoW says it’s a Massive Multi-Player game – so I play too!

“I am Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken!”

“Hey, you don’t get to be a major boss while I’m still stuck trying to level up.”

“Yeah, how did you get to be a faction leader? And what are you complaining about?  I’ve been at this for years and still don’t have a cool crossbow like Lady S.”

“Silence, you minions.  I get to be anybody I want.  Because I’m very special!  Ha!”

Editor’s note: Opinions expressed by Kitty are not necessarily those of the blogger herself!


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Remembering . . .

Today I’m remembering (even more so than usual) my mom and my aunt, the twins.  They would have been 83 years old today.  Beulah, my mom, is on the left.  And Beatrice, her twin, is to the right.

Here are the twins, with their older sister, Mary Ellen.  Kids haven’t changed much in 80 years.  Giant cardboard boxes are still a treasure!  To be honest, I’m not sure which twin is which in this picture lol.

Here, I can tell them apart.  Aunt Bea, eyes open – mom, eyes shut.  I literally just noticed a woman sitting on a porch swing, at the left hand side of the picture.  It doesn’t look like my Nan Nan.  It could be Grandma Pierce.  Hmmmm

Here are the twins in high school.  Mom’s in the pearls, bobby socks and penny loafers.  Aunt Bea, white collar blouse, bobby socks and penny loafers, is in the middle. And I think Janie Hite, their friend, is on the end wearing saddle shoes.   It’s small town America folks, where else would you go to pose for pictures,  besides the cemetery.  

Here is my gorgeous Aunt Bea; always so very, very, good to me.

And my beautiful mother.  To say I miss her would be an understatement.

This is mom and I, in a photo booth, at the Woolworth’s Drug Store.  We had just eaten lunch at the counter.  A grilled cheese sandwich and a Coke, what a treat!  I know I was no more than 4 years old in this picture.  I can tell from the “pixie” hair cuts we were both sporting, lol.

My mom and Aunt Bea, the twins.

Terribly missed, always remembered and forever loved! 

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World Water Day

In case you didn’t know, and I didn’t until I read an email from the Surfrider Foundation  . . .

Tomorrow is World Water Day!

I was aware that public access to fresh water and sanitation were huge problems, in many nations.  I just never realized how overwhelming the numbers really are.

Nearly 1 billion people lack daily access to clean water.

1,000,000,000 – that’s a lot of zeros and way too many people!

The statistics show this crisis effects almost 1 out of every 8 people on our planet.

Many of these 3,500,000 deaths result from the use of contaminated water.

Much of it contaminated because 2.5 billion

(2,500,000,000)

people do not have access to a toilet.

Compare that figure, to the fact, that worldwide there are

5.9 billion cellular phone subscriptions.

It would seem that twice as many people can

“Reach Out and Touch Someone,”

as can go potty in sanitary conditions.

As often seems the case, children bear the brunt,

of this world crisis.

Dying, from disease, at the rate of 1 every 20 seconds.

3 every minute.

15 every 5 minutes.

Spend 5 of those minutes in the shower, and we use more water

than many people have access to, in an entire day.

Two Hundred Million Hours each day:

that’s how many work hours are spent, by women and children, collecting water for their families.

Needless to say, numbers associated with the world’s water crisis are staggering, depressing and almost incomprehensible.

There is no one magic answer to solve this problem.  Many people and organizations are trying desperately to make progress against a situation that is extremely difficult.

Realistically, my feeble attempts to save a gallon of water, here and there, won’t make a difference, in this crisis.  Honestly, I don’t know how many of us will have to fix a dripping faucet or let our lawns go an extra day without water, in order to see change.

I guess, if I take anything away from World Water Day 2012, it would be that I’m so very fortunate to even have clean water, it comes out of a faucet, my toilet works and maybe most importantly:

Just because I have it now – doesn’t mean I always will.  So do my part to not waste it!

Time to hop off!

Notes: 

Data for water facts from http://water.org/ 

Cell phone usage data from http://mobithinking.com/mobile-marketing-tools/latest-mobile-stats

These folks just rock!  http://www.surfrider.org/

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