A wee bit of government intrusion today

The U.S. Forest Service like the DNR are jokes. Don’t get me wrong. I do believe we need to stop illegal hunting, we need more land for the animals since people think they own the whole planet, and we need some services they do offer. BUT…..

The government seems to be under the belief they own everything. And I mean, EVERYTHING! They tax us to death in property taxes and when you can’t pay, they take your land. If a corporation wants your land to put a tower on for anything, the government takes it. If the city wants a new highway, the government takes it. Do you see where I am going here? We the citizens really don’t own a damn thing thanks to our useless government.

All this leads me to this article recently published.  Good-bye to cabin life: U.S. government tells owners in U.P. to leave! That is right the good ole U.S. Forest Service is again taking away land from people and telling everyone they can’t use it. Well, if it is public land then we should be able to use it however we see fit. This is like the time when Obama closed our parks including Pictured Rocks. Do you remember the government shutdown in 2013? Our Governor, Rick Snyder, decided it was ok to follow what the feds said and closed the parks. Wrong thing to tell a Yooper! Taxpayers Revolt Against Park Closures 

The other social nasty I really want to get rid of in our government is the inflation/deficit we face. Inflation keeps rising. When I entered the workforce many, many moons ago, I made $3.35 an hour. This was good. Milk was only 50 cents a gallon. Bread was about the same price. Gas went between 75 cents to around a dollar. In the 70s we had a gas shortage which made us top around $1.75 or so depending upon where you lived. But groceries were cheaper. A can of Spaghettios was 75 cents a can. Back when we could make a homemade pizza for under a buck. Today it is under $5. I really hate that our economy has gotten like this. By all rights minimum wage should be around $18 an hour just to keep up with rising milk costs. Since that is 6 times what I made back in the 80s, our factory workers and professionals should be charging 6 times as much for their wages as well. Most attorneys charge $200 an hour today which is cheap with the realization of inflation vs wages. By all accounts an attorney should charge $1200 an hour.

This little rant is brought to you today by this article I discovered on my browser home page. Escaping poverty requires almost 20 years with nearly nothing going wrong

The biggest problem we face is money. I always loved Star Trek because they didn’t use money. Everyone had their spot on the planet and no one ever mentioned money. Except of course the Ferengi with gold press latinum.

ferengi-ethics
Found this online. Not sure who made it but I love it.  It is on 45 or more sites.

That is all I got for today. Back to writing and crocheting. I have been working a ton of hours lately. Maybe if I get time, I will post some pics of what I have been making.

 

Goodbye to McDonald’s Playland

Escanaba’s McDonald’s located at 503 North Lincoln Road is getting what they call a facelift. They are tearing out the playland area today as it rains upon the town. Even the weather is upset that McDonald’s won’t have a play area for the kiddos anymore. They are wanting more sitting room but have forgotten the only reason they need the sitting room is for the parents who have small children whose only reason for going to McDonald’s is the play area. It is a sad reality for many today as we watch the workers hauling the play equipment off to the garbage. I feel really bad for all the kids. It is a sad, sad day.

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I did find some uplifting news for you all on Facebook. It is mainly cat related except for the bear. What great news for this bear cub. I wish more people had compassion for other beings on this planet.

10 Healthiest ‘People Foods’ You Should Be Feeding Your Cat

http://honesttopaws.com/cat-possum/?as=5EH1

Hen With Motherly Instincts Sits On An Abandoned Kitten To Keep Him Warm

The Cat Handshake: How To Introduce Yourself To A New Cat

Hiker finds ‘almost lifeless’ baby bear, uses mouth-to-mouth to help save it

I still love watching The Simpson’s and I remember watching the Tracy Ullman show just to catch the latest episode of this zany family. It has been 30 years of watching the same family cartoon!

The Simpson Family Made Its Television Debut 30 Years Ago

Some sad news in today and this is the stuff I usually stick on tumblr for conspiracies. There are political articles here too. Nice that Trump gave his salary to the Park Service! Never seen a President do that before. Another first from President Trump that I have never seen in my lifetime. Although, I still say down with Betsy but that is a Michigan thing. Some hate her here and others love her but to me, she knows nothing about education and is not qualified to do this job.

Man calls 911 with vague details of shooting, opens fire on responding deputies in ambush

UPDATE: Jacobs fails to enter plea for second time

Massive explosion, fire at house in New Hampshire just after officers arrived

Snyder signs law shielding records until contract announced

Trump donates first 3 months of salary to Park Service

Betsy DeVos’ latest attack on people with student loans will make your blood boil

More news later folks. I will write to you all again soon. Have a marvelous day!

 

Oh the Places You Will Go, When You No Longer Read Facebook!

I finished Foxy except for the tail. I want to get some of that special yarn that will make it look more fluffy like a fox tail should. But he is finished! I found I didn’t need the pipe cleaner even though I used it. I could have just made a straight circle and put a couple of stitches in to bend it like a hook. Nice to know since everyone makes a candy cane with a pipe cleaner but I figured out a different way! YAY to the ME!

Foxy
Here is the pirate Foxy laid out. He is pretty big.
Foxy
Standing up on my computer keyboard, you can see he is taller than the monitor.

 

Foxy
Here he is from another angle. Forgive all my yarn piled up.

 

I am super happy that my McDonald’s still has the shamrock mocha. Nice. By the way, they started taking out the play area today. Our McDonald’s is going down hill. I loved the play area as did many parents. It is a great place to take your kids to play and have some grown up time with your pals. The kids are entertained and you get some breathing time to have an adult conversation with actual people instead of a child. I shall get some photos of it for you. I am so disappointed. I am disgusted as well. The play area should always be at a McDonald’s.

I managed to get a bunch of orders done and I am working on some extras for selling. I have a unicorn I have to sew together. I sewed on the eyes and nose instead of using safety eyes. I figure this way, it can’t get into a baby’s throat.

Bunny Bowties
I love making these fancy rabbits. I sell them for $5.
Bunny Bowties
Here are only 3 of the many I have done. They are super cute. I like making them.

Enjoy the Foxy and Bunny photos. I will get some photos of the unicorns for another post. I still have to check the Facebook Beta app and see what is happening. Been busy today.  I will write again soon!

 

Paranormal, Miss Nose (Osa Seitseman)

The color glints off the table from the stained windows behind Miss Nose. She is wishing now she never would have come, but something pulls at her every time. Maybe it is the reporter in her. Her mother always called her Miss Nosey Nose. Her mother thought her being curious and inquisitive are issues that needed to be taken care of. Her mother found it befitting to always inform her of a cat’s curiosity and how the cat ends up dead at the end. Miss Nose was blessed with logic though. If you think about why the cat ends up dead, you see it had something to do with a logic. If a cat chases a rabbit and doesn’t see a hole, falls into the hole, and breaks a leg, well, that is logic. If a cat is climbing a tree, a branch breaks, and they fall on the branch, well, that is logic. It had nothing to do with curiosity! But it did have to do with logical deductions. Branches break and sometimes there are holes where you are running or walking. You can’t blame twisting your heel on curiosity.

Now the time has come for an explanation. Miss Nose takes a deep breath in and exhales slowly as Kendrick starts, “You see Emmy, we all have a common issue. Caroline, Patrick, and I have received packages,  letters, and phone calls from very mysterious visitors.” Miss Nose was going to say something about the letters and such when Kendrick held up his paw to shush her. “Listen to me first, ok?” Miss Nose nodded. “The ‘visitors’ are dead relatives and friends. Or should I say, we are supposed to believe they are from our dead relatives and friends.”

Miss Nose made a face at Kendrick. Her eyebrows raised in suspicion and she wanted to drop her jaw in shock but instead locked it tight in a grimace. Kendrick could see the wheels going in her head. He knew he had her.

“Why don’t you ask the police to help you?” Miss Nose asked, “I am sure they could investigate and help you figure out who is sending you this stuff?”

“We did go to the police.” Kendrick stated. “They told us there was nothing they could do until we were harmed.”

Kendrick shrugged a bit and both Patrick and Caroline sighed. Miss Nose was puzzled as to why police would not investigate. She wondered if it was just something to not really worry about. She was about to interrogate him more when Kendrick started speaking again.

“I have some of the items. Patrick did you take yours here. Caroline, where are yours?”

“I did take mine.” Patrick said, “And the ones my wife got.”

“I took the ones I got and the ones that came in for my son. Who would send this stuff to a baby?” Caroline looked like she wanted to cry.

All three got up from the table and disappeared. Miss Nose poured herself another cup of coffee and sat back. She was thinking. She knew she couldn’t really decide a course of action until she got all the information from the three of them. She started to wonder how many other people where in the same boat. She started thinking she could write an amazing article about this for the paper and maybe others would come forward. Miss Nose’s eyes started to hint at a breakthrough idea.

Paranormal, Miss Nose (osa kuusi)

Miss Nose looked at the voice for a few moments and then it clicked who this was! Patrick is Kendrick’s partner. This is not what was expected. Patrick, Kendrick, and Caroline wanting to talk to her. Miss Nose lets out a sigh.

“Hello Patrick! Kendrick asked me to come.”

“Yes, I know. He told me. I am glad you came. We really do need the help.”

Miss Nose sighs again and then wonders what she has done to the universe to be lead down the path she has been on lately. It appears the universe has nominated her to be the Jessica Fletcher of Escanaba, Michigan! And as an ironic twist, the universe decided to give her Mulder and Scully type cases! Put that lemon in your lime and lick it! All poor Miss Nose could do was flow with it.

“Come on back!” Patrick moved the curtain. Miss Nose hung her head a bit, took a deep breath in, and walked around the counter through the curtain.

The other side was not what she was expecting. Patrick and Kendrick had antiques they were collecting. the room was painted a bright yellow with original woodworking. The windows were original as well to the house and stained glass was at the very top of them making a rainbow on the original hardwood floor that had been sanded and new varnish stain applied.  Miss Nose was so certain that the whole dark, mysteriousness would have followed to all room, but apparently not! This made her a bit more relaxed.

“Miss Nose!” Caroline’s voice made her jump. “I am so happy you came. I was worried you wouldn’t, but Kendrick kept telling me you would. He said it was in the cards!”

“Yes, I am aware that he thinks he saw me in the cards helping you with your problem.” Miss Nose made quotes in the air when she said problem.  Caroline just looked at her a bit startled as Kendrick came in with a tray with cups, pie, and a pot on it.

“Miss Nose. I know how much you love your coffee dear. I have coffee and tea for Caroline. Please sit at our table here and let’s discuss the problem we have.”

Miss Nose looked at the table Kendrick pointed to. She could see the legs of an antique table. It had really nice designs carved into them. On top of the table was a frilly lace table-cloth which also appeared to be antique. On top of the table cloth was a plastic table cloth that is clear but definitely meant to keep the antique one from being ruined if someone should spill coffee or food upon it. The chairs of the table were very pretty. They were stained a very dark color and each has a different color of velvet felt for the seat covering. The colors were red, purple, blue, and emerald-green. Miss Nose grabbed the one at the head of the table which had the purple seat. Kendrick sat to Miss Nose’s left and placed the tray in the middle of the table. His seat was red. Patrick sat down to Miss Nose’s right and had the blue leaving Caroline with the emerald green and at the other end of the table. Kendrick got up and started giving everyone their drinks. He then disappeared and came back. “So sorry Emerald, I may call you Emerald, I forgot you like cream and sugar.” He lifted each container when saying cream and sugar denoting which was which.

“Most shorten my name to Emmy.” Miss Nose told him. “It is fine. I am not against it.”

“That is great. I went down to the Minion’s place and picked up pie and pulla.”

“Oh how delish. I love their pulla.” Said Patrick like a child waiting for his favorite candy.

Miss Nose smiled. She loved the minion’s recipes. From the very first time she had it. She was part owner of the pastry shop. The hens kept that a secret. Miss Nose was always pleased that people enjoyed the hens food. She knew this was their way out from under the Evil Mastermind’s power over them. They are making a killing at Konditoria. Every time you walk in the door, the smell of fresh-baked bread overwhelmed you. The pies were neatly placed in the display counter showing how much care was placed into them. Tourists and citizens all walked past drooling. They would walk past three or four times vacillating about entering and eating the mouth-watering food cooked by the hens and served by the roos.

Miss Nose took a piece of blueberry pie. She couldn’t wait to get it to her mouth. The fork slid right through the slice and when Miss Nose put it in her mouth, she closed her eyes and sucked on it a bit. The taste was so exquisite. She loved pie from the hens. They all ate and made small talk as they did so. Once done, Kendrick picked up the plates. “I will be right back.” He said. Miss Nose and the others heard him washing the dishes and putting them away. “He has to keep the whole place tidy.” said Patrick. Miss Nose smiled. “Nothing wrong with tidy.” she replied.

Kendrick came back to the table. “Now Miss Nose, for the discussion you came here for!”

Miss Nose sighed. She was not looking forward to this at all.

 

Paranormal, Miss Nose (osa nelja)

Miss Nose and Topaz found the best seat at Friday’s. They actually have windows over looking the parking lot. But they were higher up and could see a few buildings going down toward the park. “I was told the Evil Mastermind wants to put a third story on this building.” Topaz told Miss Nose with excitement.

“Really? What would he put on a third story?” Emmy seemed perplexed about this. Then she made a mental note to start looking into the rumor. Miss Nose and Topaz both pulled out their knitting projects at the same time. Topaz grabbed her French vanilla creamer out of her bag. She never went anywhere without it. It was her own blend. She made it from the cream of her cows and the vanilla she grew. She didn’t like any foods coming from a store. Emerald was always a wee jealous of her sister’s ability to make her own anything. She watched her sister when they were kids making rugs, clothes, and jam. She watched her sister win blue ribbons time after time at the UP State Fair. She watched her compete in horse events, craft events, and tractor pulls. She watched her log rolling and building her own outhouse for the Trenary Outhouse Races! The only thing Miss Nose won awards for were her short stories and her solo ensembles. Miss Nose could play any instrument she laid her paws on. And thanks to her sister, she knew clothing, fabric, and what to watch for when someone created a new line of clothing.

Miss Nose couldn’t keep from thinking about what Kendrick had said to her. She was trying hard to keep her mind focused on her sister. “Are you going to compete in the outhouse race this year?”

“Well of course I am. Matt has the design all drawn out and we have been working on it.”

Miss Nose knew she needed to keep talking to her sister or her mind would be racing toward Kendrick’s conversation. Topaz poured the french vanilla cream into her freshly poured coffee. She started to continue the conversation about the outhouse they were making for the next race. The sisters had a great time. They paid for their order and left. Topaz and Emmy went to their cars, hugged one another, and left. Topaz was heading back to Cornell.

Miss Nose got into her car. She put her keys into the ignition. She sat there a minute. Looking in her purse, she took out the card Kendrick gave her. Sitting there, she kept going over the events of the day in her head. Miss Nose kept vacillating over going to Kendrick’s or not. The whole day just seemed like a horrible dream. Although, she did love being with her sister. Miss Nose really wasn’t sure what kind of problem she could help Kendrick the Great with. As she sat there, she made up her mind. She had to know what it was. She wouldn’t be able to make a good decision without knowing what she is making the decision about.

Paranormal, Miss Nose (osa kolme)

Emmy and Topaz Nose went about their shopping. The Delta Plaza Mall was so alive since the Evil Mastermind bought it. For years it was going so dead with only five businesses left in it. The Evil Mastermind had it humming. The mall now had a Kohl’s, a Target, a Macy’s, a Starbucks, Joe’s Coffee Café, Barnes & Nobles, Whole Foods, and several mom & pop specialty stores. The Mall was even getting a second story with several new stores coming in that would be culture specific such as a Chinese herbal shop, a Mexican food store, an Indian shop with several different items in it.

Topaz is looking at some new jeans in Maurices. Miss Nose turns around and sees Kendrick again. She searches her brain and starts remembering how many times she has seen him today. She starts thinking he is following them.

Topaz walks up to Emmy with her new jeans. “Ems, let’s go upstairs. I just heard they put in a TGIF Friday’s in there. I so want to try that place!” Topaz’s face looked like a little kid at Christmas when she saw her new toy! The excitement was buzzing all around her. “Ok.”

Miss Nose and Topaz walk up the steps to the brand new second story of the Delta Plaza Mall. Several stores weren’t open yet in the new edition. They could see people in them stocking shelves and getting everything ready.

As they were walking around and looking at when some of the stores would open, Miss Nose noticed Kendrick not far behind them. She decided she needed to confront him. Miss Nose looked at Topaz and put her bags down. Topaz looked at her quizzically. “Watch these.” she said and walked toward Kendrick. She walked right up to him and said, “Why are you following me?”

“I saw you in the cards.”

“What do you mean, you saw me in the cards?”

“It wasn’t really you! I pulled the High Priestess card. A woman of mystery, a writer, wisdom, communication, and secrets. Then your coffee flew right at me. It is you the cards were telling me of. It is you who I need. You will help me solve my problem and Caroline’s problem.”

“Problem? What problem?”

“I can’t tell you right now. Here is my card. Meet me at my shop. I will explain then.” Kendrick turned on his heel and walked away from Miss Nose. Miss Nose stood there for a moment in shock until she heard Topaz. “Hello! Ems! Can we get over to Friday’s. I am hungry.” Miss Nose turned around slowly and looked at her sister. Then said, “Yeah. let’s go eat.” She walked over to her sister, picked up her bags, and walked with Topaz to Friday’s. She was determined from this moment on to have a great day with her sister and enjoy a place she has never ate at.

Paranormal, Miss Nose (Osa yski)

Miss Emerald Nose, journalist for the Escanaba Morning Express, is sitting with her sister, Topaz. They are having coffee at their favorite coffee shop in the Delta Plaza Mall, Joe’s Coffee Café. Miss Nose noticed one of Ruby’s friends, Kendrick the Great, sitting at a table with another woman. He was reading tarot cards to her. At least that is what it appears to be. She was watching Kendrick when Topaz tried to get her attention!

Ahmm. Topaz cleared her throat and waved her hand in front of her sister’s face. “Hello” she said to her and snapped her fingers. “You haven’t been listening to me at all. HELLO!” Miss Nose snapped out of her daze and blinked at her sister. The thought occurred to her that Topaz was correct. She didn’t even hear a word her sister said.

“Here I am going on and on about the remodeling being done at the mall since The Evil Mastermind bought the place and you are just staring out into space!” Topaz flailed her arm around in the air while her other hand held what she is crocheting. Emmy was always amazed that her sister could knit and crochet better than she could. They often get together to drink coffee and knit something together. Her sister was won awards at the UP State Fair for her work. Topaz has even won blue ribbons on her garden, canning, and pies. Most citizens don’t believe the two of them are sisters. They are like night and day. Topaz lives in Cornell with 80 acres of land. She has horses, cattle, sheep, goats, chickens, and 5 acres dedicated to farming. Her husband does most of the farm work with their farm hands, but don’t let that fool you, Topaz can hold her own. She has thrown enough hay bales around the farm to build up her arms. Emmy always seen her sisters arms as body builders arms. They are firm and the muscles stick right out. Her sister could take anyone in a fight. Emmy lives in Esky and works for the Escanaba Morning Express. The only work out she gets is at the gym. Emmy loves her yoga classes and her muscles show it. They are lean and very feminine. She wears make up, Topaz doesn’t. She loves high heels and nice clothes, Topaz wears cowboy boots, jeans, and t-shirts. No one ever believes they had the same parents.

Miss Nose put her coffee down and grabbed her slippers she was crocheting. She started again with her pattern. “You know, you should try some harder patterns. I have some. I can give them to you. You could be creating something more than slippers. I made a purse for my best friend and shorts for her husband.” “There are some items I draw the line on making.” said Emmy, ” and shorts are one of them. Just because you can do it doesn’t mean you should. And I did knit mom a sweater for Christmas.” “Yes. And one arm was longer than the other. You need to keep better count. Why mom wears that god awful thing, I will never know. She must really love you. I made her and dad matching sweaters. It took me months to find the right buttons. Yet, she wears your pull over gaudy one.”

Right then Netty Carlsen walked over to Emmy and Topaz. She was all excited about something and was rushing over with a fresh cup of coffee in her hands. All of a sudden she tripped over Matthew Johnsson’s coat and fell right on Topaz’s lap where she was knitting. Coffee flew all over the table, floor, and of course, Topaz. Miss Nose jumped as far as she could away from the violent spilling of coffee. Topaz stood up so fast she knocked Netty sideways. Netty was in a turn as she hit Miss Nose’s table. Netty’s back caught the edge of the table and started to flip. As it did, Miss Nose’s coffee cup and saucer took flight. Netty blinked twice as the table came flipping up from under her and landed on her face. Miss Nose watched as her cup flew over the Johnsson’s table, over the table where the City Manager and 4 City Council members were sitting, over a table of young high school students studying, drops of coffee landing on each table as it passed by, and then it landed right in the center of Kendrick’s tarot cards.

Miss Nose stood there a moment with her slippers in her hand as her sister was jumping around trying to get the hot coffee off her legs. She watched as her sister ran to the bathroom. Netty was groaning on the floor as Kendrick looked up from his cards with a very shocked expression. Miss Nose finally came to her senses as Michael, a barista, came rushing over to help Netty. Miss Nose didn’t know what to do. She just had to stand there a moment to let it all sink in. Then, Kendrick rose up like a vampire from his cards. He looked a bit peeved. He walked over to the napkins, asked another barista for a towel, and then back to his table where he proceeded to clean the mess from his cards. The woman sitting with him, looked over at Miss Nose, and gasped. She said something to Kendrick who turned on his heel and stared at Miss Nose.

 

A Sunday Nothing Note

sunday-coffee-blessings

It is pouring outside here. I am writing and watching Ancient Aliens. I hope your Sunday is blessed and you are well. I figured I should start doing something to both my blogs daily. I am thinking and writing which leads to forgetting to keep this site going or my KWP Money Reiki going. I need to make some new abundance checks and get some new cat photos for that site. I need to work on some more massage and reiki articles for it.  So much writing to do and so little time to think where should it go. I want to put more thought in my writing but I have to remember to update as much as possible both blogs.

Life can be rough if you allow it. Just need to focus more. Tata for now!

 

A Friday Edition of The Nothing Files

AHA! I have something new. I am going to go through and tag all my old nothing days with The Nothing Files as well and maybe make it a category.

Some updates.

I started the four week program for shaping your story. I am working on my old piece called The Stalking of Katie. I had put up parts  one and two. I have a third part but never put that on. I am reworking it and when I have it as a complete story, I will post it for you all to read.

I started using story boards for my creations recently. So far, I am not sure this helps me much. It kinda crimps my creativity some since I keep thinking I need to follow it. I have to constantly remind myself that it isn’t written in stone and I can change my mind whenever I please.

I am starting to like my new home in Rock. I miss Cornell. I loved my old house, but now that more and more of my stuff is getting put away, I am enjoying my new one. The chickens seem to like it. The road isn’t as heavily trafficked either. Which is better for our furbabies or featherbabies. I have five apple trees and the apples should be ready soon I hope. This means CANNING! Yes, applesauce, apple jelly, apple slices canned in filling for apple pie, and anything else I can find to do with five trees worth of apples.

I do think I have a predator. I have had some chickens and eggs disappear. Some of my cats are gone. I am worried about them all.

Wednesday, my mom was here. She went to lie down and all of a sudden, the crows and blue jays started freaking out. I wondered out and discovered patches and patches of raspberry plants. These aren’t big since they are wild, but tons of them. Just tons. Then I saw something running away. No idea if it is a human, deer, or bigfoot. It was the size of a human. I shouted, “Who is there!?” The creature disappeared. Weird, eh? I have been smelling what I would say is the smell of death. It isn’t all the time but like brief and at different times. I have no idea if it is a weed, a human out hunting and carrying around their kill, or what it is. I just get it and then it is gone. It concerns me especially since I am missing chickens and cats. The dogs start going off too when I smell it and Tillie will make her very short hair on her black lab body stand right up. She growls and barks. Not sure if she is sensing a deer, a coyote, or what. Could be a wolf or eagle even. I don’t know but she doesn’t want it around. Ryder, our beagle/basset hound, has been picking up scents in the yard and trying to follow them. He runs into the woods and you can hear his basset hound bark for miles. Then he comes back. I have no idea what he is chasing but it worries me.

Anyway, I have to get back to fixing the nothing posts. I am going to change the category and make it something else. Always good to periodically go through your blog and look at how to make it better!

Have a wonderful Friday and a great weekend! Til the next Nothing File!