Oh Flavor Flav

Flavor Flav -my man. He is just hilarious! He really should meet Martha Stewart....did you see that clock of his that was pink and had fury fluffy stuff glued to the outside? How about the one that was plaid on the inside OR the one that had the fake (I think it was fake) diamond at the 12 o’clock position. Hey, if anyone reads this that’s what I want for Christmas —one of Flav’s clocks. He is a man who will where pink, purple, red, white any color or any over sized suit. But now that I think of it-- I love the fur coats and the poorly fitting tinny crown. *Check out vh1.com and see and hear his newest release.

A fifty something fella with a fist full of kids, drooling over all these young chicks, drooling over this fella. It’s really weird, but it makes for great tv. I’ve come to love his dark chocolate skin, his tightly braided hair and his gold teeth! I can’t help it, and he’s so full of himself, and he has so much confidence. It’s like totally catchy. When you’re done watching the show....you strut a little... you swing your arms a little...you look at clocks in a whole different perspective. I think I am going to dress up like Flavor Flav for Halloween. & Strut my stuff...look out world here I come.

A talk With myself

I learned some time ago "to have a friend you must be a friend".
I would like to reach out to "a friend".
She’s not my...buddy buddy friend.
She’s a simple good basic prospect for a friend.
She is struggling now.
She has lost 2 of her brothers lately. One to cancer (one of my personal enemies), one so suicide.
She hides her feelings well, she wipes back tears when we make small talk.
I know she’s ‘great’. She’s a wonderful mom, a super grandma, a seemingly ideal wife, a hard worker, AND dependable.
She’s hired me to work for her, tho I am far inferior to her.
She’s given me proceeds from her top notch garden, and I’ve admired her brightly blossoming flowers from the street with envy.
I see she’s struggling,
So similar to my own struggles -from the past.
A silent struggle, a lonely struggle, an isolated struggle.
It’s a walk one must take one step at a time, under ones own power. You don’t know you’ve lived threw it till you can get enough space behind you to be able to turn around and look back.
Maybe a friend could help- maybe I will try –again.
I must remember, "to have a friend you must be a friend".

"I Love Football" by Medora

Hello, My name is Medora and I like football. Me and Grandma went to a football game. My cousin Jason played. He is the biggest and the best. He plays with the blue guys -the good guys. And the other team,they are the evil ones. They are stinky.

I like it best when they run’d into each other. The evil ones sometime just run when they get the ball. But, when we get the ball they run’d into each other and I laugh and clap. The evil ones don’t even have pom pomming girls or band music.

Grandma made me wear my winter jacket and snow pants cuz the bank said it was 1c outside. I guess low numbers means its cold and big numbers means its warm. Ha Ha!

My auntie Cindy said I could have her hot chocolate but it was hot so I let it run down my jacket. Boy mom’s gonna be mad to Grandma -I got hot chocolate on my jacket AND I got a scratch on my nose.

When we left the football game we bought hot dogs. Grandma put mustard on hers, but my had dirt on it (Grandma said it got those lines on it when they cooked it but I think its dirt) so I didn’t eat it. Those evil one can’t do nothing right!

Where's Chris Hanson and Dateline ABC?

My daughter told me while we were at a Birthday party/Swim party at a Motel in Jamestown that she had been approached by a guy in a baseball hat out in the parking lot. He had said in a soft raspy voice "is your mom inside?" My daughter is about 5"2' and she’s been told she looks like she’s 12 (not the 24 she is).

This baseball hat clad fellow came up to her a few weeks after a young co-ed in Valley City (30 miles east of us) was killed by an "out of state" looking fellow, and a couple of years after a 20 something girl was raped and murdered over by Fargo (about 100 miles east of us).

Those things have our young North Dakota girls very jumpy. Hayley told me she put her head down and walked away more speedy than usual, and trying to ignore the world around her.

All the while this fellow with the baseball hat makes his way threw the side door of the motel, and threw the not so locked swim pool area, past the kids swimming, right over to MY table. After making some small talk, my work buddy "Kelly" hopes to exchange a few rings of the famous Wishek sausage for the equally popular deer sausage from his freezer. Neither of us knowing that my daughter is down the hall very afraid. She is wondering --where is that Chris Hanson from Dateline ABC --to save her from what she thinks is a sexual predator?

What can we do to make our young people be and feel safer in these new times and not so safe world? Mom and/or Chris Hanson can’t be everywhere.

Crazy Ladies

My sister, from Michigan, was in North Dakota to visit our Mom and Step-dad.
Mom got very sick with Bronchitis and Paul took my sister to Bismarck to catch a flight back home the following day.

This craziness all started when Mom gave my sister some money for the two of us to go out to supper. "Mom doesn’t give us $ too often" we thought as we looked over the expensive stuff on the menu. After filling ourselves to capacity, and tipping the cheerful college kid waitress we found we had $30 left. And just like when we got money from Mom as kids. It started to burn a hole in our pockets.

We proceeded to the local C-store and bought N.D. trinkets for her grand babies. As she approached the cashier she said —no let’s buy something just for ourselves to remember this uh..uh memorable trip. So off we went to Wally World. Scanning the shelves for the perfect gift x 2. And there it was, Toby Keith’s new cd, Broken Bridges. Tall, blonde, handsome...the dreams of every 50 something country girl.

After paying for our perfect "memory maker" we stood there with 29cents x 2. Now even that change was burning a hole in our pockets. Would a charity want our change- some blind children’s camp?-some crippled children’s home? -No, it was the "Golden Arches"and the Ronald McDonald House that summoned our change. As we approached the 10 car long line at the drive up window of the "Golden Arches", my cell phone rang. It was Chad, my high school principal son, with giggles under his breath and his very pregnant wife biting her lip he said "you are 2 crazy ladies." So, as we moved up in line I added a buck to the 20cents x 2 and gave it with a big smile to the adorable, perky, college girl at the window.

My cell phone rang again–Chad, I might have guessed. He said "take a picture, put it on your blog." You know when you leave there they are going to say "now there were 2 crazy ladies."

Like when we were kids, I’m saying "it’s all Mom’s fault, giving Becky money like that." "What was she thinking?"

Come visit again sis, and please try and keep me out of trouble, would ya.