Just Because We Can, Should We?

I wrote this quite a while ago regarding driverless cars. The idea of it scared me senseless then, and it still scares me now.

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Is anyone else concerned or worried about driverless cars? By this time, we have all heard about the woman who was killed when a driverless car (with an actual human inside it) ran into her. For whatever reason, it didn’t recognize her as a human being. I don’t know about you, but it chilled my blood.

And what about all those creepy robots that are being made now? There was a robotic dog that could open doors, but when told to stop or when it was restrained, it still tried to open the door. Then there is a headless robotic deer; made for what reason I can’t tell. Watching it bounce along with no head was extremely creepy.

Then there is the new trend to “smart homes.” This means that virtually anything and everything in the home can be controlled via smart phone or other device. While I’m sure that this gives people who are away from their homes peace of mind, it makes me wonder when or if the system may fail. If that happens, how do you get back in your house and control it?

And this one is pretty new: now the “on trend” thing is to use your own face as a password! Really?!? What if someone tries to rob you and knows that all they have to do to get to your money is to shove your face into a scanner?

I’ll bet you anything that we will soon see Big Brother first suggesting, and then demanding that we all get microchipped so that “should anything happen to you, we can find you.” Does this give anyone else the shivers? And I’ll bet the scenario will start like this: they will start microchipping newborn babies “because this will stop people from stealing your children.”

Sheesh, all this sounds like a bad science fiction movie, but robots and their ilk are a real thing. Heaven only knows what will come next. As the late and wonderful Dorothy Parker used to say, “what fresh hell is this?”

 

Seriously, Less Is More

It’s a sad fact, but as we women age, less is more when it comes to makeup. When we were teenagers, we could pull off orange eye shadow, loads of blush, tons of black mascara, bright red lipstick; actually, anything that was in fashion at the time. And we looked adorable!

However, as we age, we really need to cut down on the makeup. Is there anything sadder than a woman in or over her 50s wearing the same kind of makeup she wore as a teenager? Less is more, especially when we are older. For me, the best thing about keeping it appropriate for my age is that it takes so much less time.

A few years ago I splurged and went to Sephora to get an expert opinion of what I should (and should NOT) be wearing. She too agreed that when you are older, less makeup is more. She showed me how to do it, and not only does it take a very short time to do it, but it makes me look pretty good for a gal in my 60s.

The same goes with clothing. Years ago I decided that no one needs to see my flabby thighs or my droopy cleavage. It’s easy enough to wear the kind of clothing that not only suits you, but makes you look good for your age. Again, seeing an expert is always well worth it.

The best thing about getting older is that you no longer really give a hoot about what people think of you. Who cares, anyway? If I feel like wearing a pair of bright purple sandals, I’ll wear them proudly. A while ago I read about a young woman who took her grandmother out to a shoe store. Her grandmother fell in love with a pair of turquoise shoes with a snappy bow on the toes. Her granddaughter exclaimed, “Grandma, how will you wear those?”

Her grandmother smiled at her and said, “with defiance!” I say we take that wonderful lady’s advice and let our freak flags fly!

 

18 Years Together!

Yesterday the Crankee Yankee and I celebrated our 18th anniversary. We’re not ones to make a big deal out of it; we give each other sweet cards and say “awww!” The cats just roll their eyes as we do this; it’s really difficult to impress a cat anyway.

So, what did we do to celebrate? Well, I went food shopping and the Crankee Yankee worked outside in the back yard. Lest you think that we should have made a bigger deal out of 18 years together, I’ll explain why: we are just too damned lazy. I know he will ok any piece of jewelry I want, so I can do that anytime. Also I know he loves salted cashews, so I always get him a big bag of them and he’s a happy camper.

I always wonder how other people celebrate their anniversaries; personally I think it’s entirely up to the couple to do whatever they like. Everyone celebrates as they will, and it’s fun to hear from folks who do special things on their anniversaries. I say more power to them; it’s all about what you like. An anniversary is a mile stone, and as such should be celebrated in some way.

We have known each other for years, and both of us married other people. Long boring story short, we both eventually divorced our first marriage partners. We lived our separate lives for many years; the Crankee Yankee become a long distance trucker and traveled all over the country, and I lived and worked in Texas for quite a few years. My parents had always adored the Crankee Yankee, so when he called them to get my phone number, they happily gave it to him.

As he was traveling through Texas, he asked me out to dinner. We talked for hours; in fact, we stayed there talking until the restaurant closed up. Both of us hated to leave, but we promised each other we would have another date soon when he came back to Texas,

A few months later, he called and asked me to marry him. I certainly was not expecting a proposal, but before I knew it, I said yes. It just seemed inevitable, and even though I had sworn I would never marry again (my first marriage was an absolute train wreck), I heard myself say “yes.”

So that’s how it all started; we had been friends and now we are happily married and have been so for 18 years. How the time goes by when you’re having fun!

 

 

Let Us Never Forget

Today we celebrate all who gave their lives and limbs for our country. Both my father and grandfather went to war; both of them seldom spoke about their experiences. All who went to war have their own stories, and most of them either do not or cannot talk about it. I can only imagine what they lived through.

Unlike so many countries, we in America enjoy our freedoms and our way of life. Other countries do not have this luxury. In our national anthem, we sing about the land of the free and the home of the brave. Unfortunately, we often take both for granted. On this special day, let us not forget how we came to have these freedoms.

Our veterans deserve our thanks and our respect. Please make today a time to remember and to thank any veteran that you know. Our cemetaries are full of heroes who have done the right things for this country.

God bless America and all those who have fought and died, and all those who made it back home.

“Put That Thing Back Where It Came From or So Help Me!”

I don’t know if this is a man thing or that they just don’t care; the Crankee Yankee will take something out of the office and when I go to look for it it’s nowhere to be found. Days later I may find it out on the front porch, on the steps of the deck, or in his underwear drawer. Quite frankly, it drives me nuts.

I grew up in a home where everything had its own place, and Heaven forbid you put something away from where it belonged. But to be fair, the Crankee Yankee does so much around our house that it is becoming an icon of creativity and style. Many people stop and tell him how good everything looks; they’re right. The improvements he’s made makes our house look fantastic.

That said, I can be losing my mind trying to find the kitchen scissors; he has taken them and they could be anywhere. In his very creative brain, putting things away neatly and completely doesn’t fly. What counts is getting the thing done and done right. And while I deeply appreciate all his hard work, it drives me nuts when I can’t find the damned scissors!

So when I watch “Monsters Inc.” for the millionth time, I laugh my head off when they sing the “put that thing back where it came from or so help me!” It’s a current thing at our house—trust me!

*By the way, the title for this blog comes directly from Monsters Inc.

 

 

“Hawaii” by James Mitchner

I have had a “thing” for Hawaii since I was in my teens. There always seemed to be a pull to go there that I couldn’t explain. When *James Mitchner’s book, “Hawaii” came out and then the movie, I fell even deeper in love with Hawaii. How is it that we are drawn to places we have never been to before? Could it be a past life that we don’t remember?

Last year when I went to Oahu I felt immediately at home. Every day there were little rainbows in the sky along with white doves, and usually each morning there was a brief and gentle rain.

The tours I took were wonderful, and most of the tour drivers were born in Hawaii. On one occasion we drove by the house that the driver lived in, and all the aunties were sitting on the porch drinking tea. When the bus drove by, we all waved, and they waved right back.

As Hawaii’s history is vast and interesting, I’m sure that there are many books that tell all the stories of Hawaii, but James Mitchner’s book made it come to life. I also remember as a child when Hawaii and Alaska become part of the United States.

Isn’t it strange and wonderful how we are attracted to different places? Who knows? Perhaps we lived in places like Hawaii in another life. But all I know is how I felt being there for two weeks; somehow, I felt at home.

I’ve heard friends of mine say that they felt absolutely at home when they went to another country or another state. We may never know the answer as to why we feel so comfortable there; who knows? Just speaking for myself, I not only felt at home in Oahu, but I felt as though somehow that I had been there before.

If you get the urge to go somewhere, do it. You might find that you feel completely at home; perhaps from another time. All I know is that I love Hawaii unconditionly; the “why” doesn’t matter.

*From Wikipedia:

James Albert Michener February 3, 1907 – October 16, 1997) was an American author. He wrote more than 40 books, most of which were lengthy, fictional family sagas covering the lives of many generations in particular geographic locales and incorporating solid history. Michener had numerous bestsellers and works selected for Book of the Month Club, and was known for his meticulous research behind the books.[2]

Michener’s books include Tales of the South Pacific for which he won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1948, HawaiiThe DriftersCentennialThe SourceThe Fires of SpringChesapeakeCaribbeanCaravansAlaskaTexasSpace, and Poland, as well as The Bridges at Toko-ri. His non-fiction works include Iberia, about his travels in Spain and Portugal; his memoir titled The World Is My Home; and Sports in AmericaReturn to Paradise combines fictional short stories with Michener’s factual descriptions of the Pacific areas where they take place.[2]

His first book was adapted as the popular Broadway musical South Pacific by Rodgers and Hammerstein, and later as eponymous feature films in 1958 and 2001, adding to his financial success. A number of his other stories and novels were adapted for films or TV series.