Author: Catherine

Do you ever feel numb to the news? I do and then I get pissed off because everyone else appears to be numb to the news, and I just want them to WAKE UP and see the truth.

Speaking of the truth. Do you ever wonder if the fact checkers are liars? I do and then I get pissed off because the fact checkers are liars.

Remember when politicians were getting political contributions from people who believed the Russia hoax? I do. Do you suppose they should return the money that was donated based on a lie? I do.

Isn’t that just as bad as someone using Go Fund Me to get money based on a lie? Hell yes!

I hope this country has a huge wake-up call to what is really going on and how the liberals are hell-bent on taking down America. If we screw it up in November 2022, we are screwed for life.

Speaking of life, I might not be around to see the country I love fall to socialism, but I’m going to fight like hell to prevent it from happening.

“Did you say fight?”

Well, yes, kinda. I can still us my blog to voice my opinions. Right?

The truth is that I don’t trust the government.

I don’t trust the liberals.

I don’t trust the fact checkers.

I don’t trust the media.

Most of the time I don’t trust some of the Republicans.

“Who do you trust?”

Me. Me. Me. OK, my family (sometimes).

To wrap this up, I know my time on this good earth is limited, but I don’t want to leave knowing the country I love was destroyed by a group of people who were haters and racists and bigots and liars … you know, people who hate America and won’t leave – Democrats!

I’m done, for now.

Peace!

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

The Times They Are A Changin’
by Bob Dylan

We are the women of the Internet. We come in all shapes and sizes; different ages and backgrounds; different races and religions; and varying degrees of education. We are daughters and sisters; wives and mothers; lovers, aunts, and grandmothers.

We work at home taking care of our families, and we work outside the home juggling jobs and home responsibilities. We are retired or we are looking for employment. We are unique in our own quirky ways.

The common denominator for us all is that we were brought together by the Internet. Some of us have met in person; some plan to meet in the future; and some will never meet. We have chatted on blogs, in PM boxes, sent text messages and emails, and sometimes we chat on the phone.

We have been supportive and loving; jealous and bitchy; and comforting and caring. Let’s face it, we all have gossiped and enjoyed a bit of drama now and then.

I often wonder what it would be like to get together with the women we know from the Internet, all at one time, at a luncheon or a dinner party or a spa for the weekend, and I wonder how we would treat each other. I would like to believe that we would get along really well, and we would treat each other with dignity and respect.

After all, we would be meeting for the very first time, allowing others to invade our three feet of comfort space, talking and laughing and crying … having a wonderful time getting to know each other up close and personal.

There is something to be said for the women of the Internet … good, bad, or indifferent … we are special.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
~ Oscar Wilde

I love my family. For the most part, we agree on just about everything. However, when it comes to politics, we are at opposite ends of the conversation. I’m a conservative; they are not.

Politics has been a part of my life ever since I was 18 years old (long before I could vote).  During my first year of college, I joined the Young Republicans, took a Political Science course, campaigned for a senator in the state where I was going to school, and that was the beginning of my involvement with politics.

Back home, I continued to volunteer for local, state and federal candidates. Because some of those running for office were personal friends of mine who just happened to be Democrats, I helped them, too, but only because back then there were very few Republicans running for local and state offices. We all got along just fine, and we all had great fun campaigning together.

Recently, there was an argument within my family about the current condition of our country. I’m not going to change their minds, and they are not going to change mine. So, I’ve made my family aware that while I’m not going to shove information down their throats, I’m not going to be silent, either.

We can talk about the weather or our favorite TV shows or what to have for dinner or a thousand other things, and that will be all good and well. But, if one of them dares to open the political door and mention the forbidden then I’m going to delicately pounce back.

That’s just how I roll, so to speak, and it’s not going to change.

I guess that’s all I have to say.

Oh, about this website. I’m still in the “thinking” stages of what to keep and what to remove. A few posts have been taken down, but for the most part I might be done deleting and could add a few back to the site.

We shall see …

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Barrel House Blues
by Albert Cummings

We once had a coach … a good man … named Jack Del Rio. He coached the Jacksonville Jaguars from 2003-2011 until he went the way of so many of our coaches. He was fired.

Coach Del Rio, who now coaches the Washington Commanders (Redskins), has been fined $100,000.00 for comments he made about January 6, 2021.  

Did he slander his team? NO.
Did he complain about the owner? NO.
Did he bitch about the head coach? NO.
Did he point out the team sucks? NO.

This is Coach Del Rio’s crime: The Washington Commanders have fined defensive coordinator Jack Del Rio $100,000 after his comments earlier in the week that referred to the events of Jan. 6, 2021, at the U.S. Capitol as a “dustup” and compared that day to “riots, looting, burning” during protests in the summer of 2020.

Coach Del Rio exercised his right to free speech. For this he is being punished. For this he had to apologize.

I’m done. ~CE

I once dated a fire fighter who had a side job as a clown. Little did he know that clowns frightened me. If he had then he probably would not have given me a rather large picture of a clown that was framed. I had to hang it on the living room wall so as not to offend him.

You have no idea how much that picture creeped me out, but it stayed on the wall until our dating friendship came to an end. After that, the picture was donated to Goodwill.

As for flying monkeys, if you have watched “The Wizard of Oz” then you know what I’m talking about.

I was a child with two younger sisters when Mom and Dad loaded us up in the family station wagon and off we went to the drive-in theater to see the movie. Back then, we would go in our PJ’s. Sometimes we took our own snacks, while other times we were sedated with popcorn and a sugary drink from the snack bar at the drive-in.

Needless to say, one or two of us would fall asleep before a movie was half over, but I managed to stay awake until the end of this particular movie.

Once we were back home and in our own beds, I stayed awake for the entire night thinking about those flying monkeys. I was convinced they were real and they would somehow find their way to our house.

Well, they weren’t real and they didn’t find our house.

To this very day, clowns and flying monkeys creep me out. I have yet to watch “The Wizard of Oz” (again) or date a guy who has a part-time job as a clown.

Happy June!

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Send In The Clowns
by Judy Collins

 

We find inspiration to write down a thing or two from the most unlikely places. In this case, my inspiration came from my friend’s blog about Rhubarb pie. I better give credit to Rusty’s wife, Snookums, who actually baked the pie that Rusty was able to enjoy with great pleasure.

My little story beings like this …

There was a very small diner (back in the day) that made the most delicious pies. Rhubarb pie being one of them, and it was Mom’s favorite. Mine was Apple. Dad liked the Black Bottom pie.

On a rare occasion, we all enjoyed a Pecan pie. That’s “PEE-can” for those of you from the South, which my parents were not, so they said “Pa-kawn.” Think Yankee and that’s how they pronounced it. I could go either way.

Inside the diner were maybe 10 stools at a counter … could have been 12 … and a small refrigerated bakery case for pies and most likely other sweet treats.

The diner had a drive-up window where customers in cars would line up around the small building waiting to pick up their pies.

If you returned your pie tin (from a previous purchase) then you got a discount on your next pie.

Our family had grown to six, so the pies never lasted that long. We enjoyed them with Reddi-wip or vanilla ice cream on top.

Sometimes (usually Dad) someone (Dad) would stand at the kitchen sink taking a few bites out of his favorite pie while he looked out the kitchen window. He was a man of few words during those pie sneaking times.

You know what? I miss that small diner with its 10 or 12 stools lined up at the counter. It was such a fun place to go to for pie and coffee if you were lucky enough to get inside.

Those were the days …

… yes indeed.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Today is Friday, May 27, 2022.

As the old saying goes: “My get up and go has  got up and went,” or something like that.

I’ve been busy closing out accounts with social media sites (there weren’t many) with one exception.

I posted something earlier today that had to do with my father, and someone on Twitter just had to correct me.

What did I do?

I deleted everything and blocked him simply because I just didn’t want to get into a BS discussion with a stranger about something that involved Dad.

Period.

Dad was a patriot and he fought for our country not once but twice. Mom stayed at home with the kiddos while Dad served our country. We had a good life, and our parents instilled in us a love for our country – the United States of America.

The American flag was flown each day in front of our house. Even as Dad approached his later years, the flag was always there to remind anyone passing by that America was part of the family home.

As Memorial Day weekend approaches, this comes to mind:

Well done, good and faithful servant …

Father (Deceased) – Navy Pilot – WWII and Korea
Uncle (Deceased) – Navy Pilot – WWII
Uncle (Deceased) – Army Officer – WWII
Brother (Deceased) – Army Enlisted – Vietnam
Fiancé (Deceased) – Army Enlisted – Vietnam

Peace … ~CE

America
by Kenny Werner