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Oh and ...

I flunked charm school.

So what.

Can't write anything.

~ Jennifer ~

Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

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In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.

But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and in his law doth he meditate day and night.

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.

For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Psalm 1

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine


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Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."


The Courage Of Our Hearts

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    starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe
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That Dog Is Never Going To Move

~ JAVIER ~

Columbia's Finest Chihuahua

Simple. Easy To Remember.

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One Word, Luv: Curiosity

Friday
Sep192014

Say WOT?

So on Tuesday night as we sat peacefully in our TV room -- rather late -- relaxing, TG and I had what you might call a surprise.

Said surprise came in the form of an email received by my TG.

An email from the Phoenix Lounge, thanking TG for the generous gratuity on his order, and asking how he would rate the named drinking establishment.

?????

My first clue that something was amiss was when TG, who had been up to that time characteristically quiet, absorbed in surfing the Web on his iPad, blurted:

Somebody's spending my money!!!

I knew it wasn't me; I had not indulged in shopping that day. Not even the online kind.

And yet, one of our three accounts -- don't read anything into that; it's merely an organizational tool, not denoting wealth -- was being drained.

As in, our funds were being accessed as we sat in our TV room.

In fact, over the previous several hours, our money had been used to:

Fill a car with fuel;

Flll a few bellies with Blimpie sandwiches;

Scrape hair from a dog;

Stock up on supplies from a liquor store; and

Enjoy a late happy hour at a distinctly dive-like dram shop.

TG reached for his wallet and immediately realized the subject credit/debit card had NOT been stolen.

Within the next ten minutes, between the two of us we placed three calls: to the Columbia Police Department, to Wells Fargo, and to the Phoenix Lounge.

The lady who answered at the police department advised me that thieves can obtain your numbers in any number of ways and place your funds on any one of many different kinds of credit cards, including the pre-paid variety.

The lady at Wells Fargo cancelled TG's credit/debit card number, issued him a case reference number, and assured him we would not be responsible for the fraudulent charges.

The lady at the Phoenix Lounge told TG she knew -- based on the amount of the charges showing up on TG's Wells Fargo Activity Summary -- exactly who had been spending his money.

Because it had happened only moments before he called. 'Merica.

She described the perpetrators thusly -- and don't get mad at me, because these were her exact words:

It was two big fat black women! They just now left!

Again: that was a direct quote as relayed to me by TG.

Later in a second convo with Phoenix Lounge lady manager, TG learned that she'd sent a bouncer outside to detain the two women, but they were:

... speeding away in a white car!

Naturally.

So anyway the next night, as in Wednesday -- again, rather late -- a police officer came to our house and took a full report and encouraged us to do some investigating on our own. Provided we were willing.

Like, knock your lights out! Just don't break the law. As in:

Remember, we can't use fruit from the poisonous tree.

Oh yeah! I've heard that on a few po-po procedural programs.

And standing in my own front room, I was amazed that the police were asking me -- it was only me; right? -- to aid in their investigation!

Turns out the reason for that was, although the criminals had stolen a lot of money from our checking account, they had not stolen enough for it to be classified a felony.

Therefore police resources may be spread a trifle too thin to enable them to pursue our case with anything resembling zeal.

But he said if I/we found anything out, to inform them immediately.

So on Thursday -- yes, yesterday -- yours truly went sleuthing.

I couldn't locate my deerstalker and anyway it's still pretty hot here, but, armed with addresses and telephone numbers and in fairly high dudgeon, I was prepared to right wrongs and re-right rights.

First stop: S-Mart #119, where we unwittingly paid to fill 'er up. I was hoping for some video surveillance revealing a license plate.

They were nice enough but we are still waiting to hear back from them.

Next stop: Animal World. That's where the brazen thieves took their dog to be groomed.

The ladies in that small shop remembered a large black lady who they'd never seen before, accompanied by a child, bringing in a dog. They agreed that:

She was the last customer of the day!

Ah. It is exhilarating to establish a timeline.

With the date, time of day, description, the exact dollar amount of the transaction, and the last four numbers of TG's card, it shouldn't have been any problem for the ladies to find a contact number for the dog owner slash credit card fraud person.

But they claimed they don't keep those records on the premises, but rather at the proprietor's place of residence.

And we are still waiting to hear back from them.

Next I swung by Blimpie Store #11069 and spoke with the franchise owner, a very nice gentleman.

He later called TG and said not only does he have video of the perpetrators, based on the description, time of day, and exact transaction amount ($17.78), but that one of his employees says she remembers and could identify them.

For what that's worth.

Then on to the Phoenix Lounge, a nasty sort of place I did not want to enter but which, once I did, made me so glad I never go to places like that. What a sad life have those who frequent bars.

And where I learned nothing I didn't already know.

I declined to visit the Cricket Plaza Liqueur and Party Shop, as it's farther away and I figure TG can do that part.

So there you have it my friends! Identity theft: It can happen to you.

On my travels I learned:

That criminals may be taking phone-video of your card as they stand behind you in line, pretending to check emails, so keep your thumb over some of the numbers; that bad guys go online and buy devices that allow them to steal your numbers through your purse or wallet, so get a special little scan-proof pocket vault to keep your cards in; that ne'er-do-wells can (and often do) copy down your numbers in restaurants and convenience stores; that you can protect yourself by subscribing to LifeLock or a similar service.

All of which I already knew, intuitively if not from actual experience.

So that is all for now except to say, if you've read this far and are planning a comment in which you lecture me about where we went wrong, how not to let this happen, and what you know to do so that it can never in a million years possibly happen to you, please lie down until the impulse goes away.

Because I don't mean to be testy or any more curmudgeonly than is my normal wont, but unsolicited advice is simply criticism, and I haven't told this story in order to solicit advice.

It was just to make you smile. If it didn't, a thousand apologies and:

Hugs, kisses, and best wishes for a:

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Happy Friday ~ Happy Weekend

Wednesday
Sep172014

Wordless Wednesday :: serious silly cute priceless

Monday
Sep152014

Going nowhere, but moving fast

Please don't think us hopelessly bourgeois but we went to Cracker Barrel for Sunday lunch.

I am a trifle enamored -- momentarily at least -- of their lemon pepper grilled rainbow trout. Side of baked sweet potato, cucumber/grape tomato/onion salad, and cole slaw.

It's a tasty and satisfying low-carb feast if you ignore the biscuits. It could mean the end of all kitchens and all cooking.

At any rate we -- that being me, TG, Audrey, Erica, and Dagny -- had to wait a short while for a table.

So that left time for shopping.

There is a whole equine display -- books, clothes, toys, knick-knacks, accessories -- that's impressive, especially if you or someone on your gift-giving list (100 days until Christmas) is a member of the horsey set.

And if one of them happens to be a little tyke, may I suggest this exceptionally life-like (and energetic) animated singing horse.

If only we'd thought to bring sugar cubes, or an apple in our pocket.

Audrey's the one working hard to keep the runaway equine unit on the crate. And doing most of the cackling.

I'm the one taking the video, which gets pretty good at about 0:45.

Yee haw.

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Happy Monday

Friday
Sep122014

Fly the cookie skies

So just when I think my son's job is all stress and danger, all detailed preparations for imminent takeoff on the next exotic adventure in military aviation, I get this text, accompanied by a picture of a large box of frozen cookie dough:

Baking cookies for the crew tonight.

He was in Knoxville this past Monday, getting ready to embark on a week-long series of nighttime in-air refueling missions on the West Coast.

I inquired:

Baking cookies at home, at the base, or on the plane?

And he answered:

On the plane.

So then (naturally) I asked:

Are you by any chance pulling my leg?

To which my boy responded:

No I'm serious. Some of the jets have ovens and we love it when we get one. It's a great morale booster.

I imagine so.

I'm not sure what happened to the cookie-baking plan on the flight to San Francisco (by way of Portland, dragging receivers part of the way) that night, but yesterday my boom operator cookie baking son texted me a series of photos.

The first was the one above, of globs of raw cookie dough arranged carefully on foil-lined racks.

Then there was this:

And he texted:

The whole jet smelled like cookies.

Nothing half-baked about that.

Causing me to consider that I may even be able to overcome my fear of flying if it involved chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven. Prepared and served by my son.

Perhaps with a side of valium.

Next, I got this:

Inspiring copious drooling on my part, and I'll wager on yours too.

Air Emeril's final offering was this action photo:

Which depicts a McDonnell Douglas KC-10 Extender approaching the rear of Airman Andrew's Boeing KC-135 Stratotanker in the gathering darkness.

Which eager aircraft required refueling, but which I imagined was also following a certain enticing aroma wafting through the night sky.

That of still-warm chocolate chip cookies.

Hey you! Have a cookie and have a great weekend.

And keep looking up.

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Happy Friday ~ God Bless America

Thursday
Sep112014

Upon death's purple altar now


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N e v e r   F o r g e t

First Responders Memorial

Columbia, South Carolina

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The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings.
Sceptre and crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill;
But their strong nerves at last must yield,
They tame but one another still.
Early or late,
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath,
When they, pale captives, creep to death.

The garlands wither on your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon death's purple altar now,
See where the victor-victim bleeds.
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb;
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.

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God Bless America
Wednesday
Sep102014

Wordless Wednesday II :: What about me?

Wednesday
Sep102014

Wordless Wednesday :: text your mother

Photo courtesy Senior Airman Kevin Crigger USAF

Monday
Sep082014

Project perfume-bottle vase

You know how I am about glass.

It's nearly unheard of that I throw away anything made of glass.

I have dozens of those lids that go on jar candles. Dozens. They make good paperweights.

Also did you know they fit perfectly into the top of wide-mouth mason jars?

Well they do.

Meanwhile I must force myself to toss pickle jars into the recycling bin.

Anyway on my dresser have been for years several empty perfume bottles.

I cannot throw them away, not ever, do not ask or even think it. I can barely throw away the boxes they came in, and as often as not, I don't.

But that's another blog post entirely.

So the other day Erica and I were paddling around in the pool and she told me she'd seen on Pinterest where people took the atomizers off their old perfume bottles and used the glass part as a bud vase.

Oh.

So this morning, a cloudy semi-rainy Monday when my TG was in and out of the house running errands, at one point when he was in the house, I rounded up my empties and mentioned that I may need a pair of pliers.

Twenty minutes later my gallant beloved presented me with four bottles, atomizer-free.

He only broke one, and I'm sure it wasn't his fault, and even though it was my only empty Chanel bottle I am not bitter.

He said: "We can always buy you another."

*twinkle*

Plus which I have another very-nearly-empty one and now that TG is an expert on removing the atomizers, I'm sure we will have no more beheaded bottles.

Now I don't pretend to tell you how to get the crimped-on atomizers off easily. 

Because like I said, I didn't do it.

But I'm sure you can hurt yourself if you're not careful so if you attempt this, do watch out because I don't need your three-fingered right hand on my conscience.

So then the fragrances trapped inside, those last drops unreachable by the little plastic straw threaded through to the nozzle, burst into the room.

And I was transported to 1984 by the scent of Magie Noire, because it was while on a trip to North Carolina in the summer of that year, that TG bought me my first of many bottles of that fragrance.

Then I got a whiff of Jo Malone Grapefruit, an enchanting concoction I doubt I'll ever wear again, but which bottle I treasure because it was a gift from Audrey after she'd gone on a business trip to Chicago in 2009.

I still have the box, too, and the expensive-looking bag it came in.

The Ralph Lauren Romance bottle has such a charming crystalline heft, such a classic vibe, that I still think it's funny I cannot actually wear that fragrance. I sprayed the whole bottle -- over a period of years -- into the air in my room.

Any Chanel perfume bottle is elegant beyond description so I will not try. All you have to do is look.

I had to beg flowers from the neighbor -- no, not Bothertons, but our excellent nabes from across the street, the ones whose tree fell on TG's truck three years ago -- bygones -- because nary a petal is on display in my entire yard.

So there you have it, a project ideal for someone un-crafty, not quite a hoarder, one who cannot be trusted with pliers but who is fortunate enough to have a sweetheart who wielded them for me, and made me happy in the process.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Monday ~ Happy Week