I can't make my other blog's text bigger for some reason. So I think I will just start writing in this one again. I miss this one anyway and don't really like change. Alot is going on with me right now but I am a survivor.
As most of you know I lost both my parents last year to cancer. So I am dealing with taking care of the estate and also going to visit my sister. She is doing much better now that she is away from her abusive husband. If any family members read this I am sorry. Just stating the facts. He was mentally and probably physically abusive to her their whole married lifes. Now he is cheating on her and has filed for divorce and child support. What a jerk.
He should be taking care of her and going to visit her in the hospital. But he is just worthless.
You all know me and know that I don't talk bad about people but a spade is a spade. And an ahole is an ahole.
He actually went to the hospital and told them he was her brother trying to get guardianship of her.....well the doctors saw right through him....Thank God!
Rick and I are still working on the house in SA and ours too. Last week I went to Sa and did some more sorting, tossing and organizing and Rick stayed here and worked on our house.
I hate that everytime I go to the store about 10 different people stop me to ask where I am working now....why do they care?
Just for the record....I am not working right now because I have an estate, a sister who needs me and so much crap to figure out what I am going to do with it.
Ok well I didn't mean to make my comeback here depressing....and really I am not depressed. I am taking it one day at a time.....
We did have alot of fun with Eric and Shelby on our vacation. Next time I will write about that :)
I still sing at singsnap.com.....just in case you miss my singing....
Hugs to all of you Barb
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Modern Little Red Hen
This is a little treatise on basic economics called "The Modern little Red Hen." Once upon a time there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors and said 'If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?' "Not I, " said the cow. "Not I," said the duck. "Not I," said the pig. "Not I," said the goose. "Then I will," said the little red hen. And she did. The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen. "Not I," said the duck. "Out of my classification," said the pig. "I'd lose my seniority," said the cow. "I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose. "Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did. At last the time came to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake bread?" asked the little red hen. "That would be overtime for me," said the cow. "I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck. "I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig. "If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose. "Then I will," said the little red hen. She baked five loaves and held them up for the neighbors to see. They all wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, "No, I can eat the five loaves myself." "Excess profits," cried the cow. "Capitalist leech," screamed the duck. "I demand equal rights," yelled the goose. And the pig just grunted. And they painted "unfair" picket signs and marched round and around the little red hen shouting obscenities. When the government agent came, he said to the little red hen, "You must not be greedy." "But I earned the bread," said the little red hen. "Exactly," said the agent. "That's the wonderful free enterprise system. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations productive workers must divide their products with the idle." And they lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, I am grateful." But her neighbors wondered why she never again baked any more bread.
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This is a little treatise on basic economics called "The Modern little Red Hen." Once upon a time there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors and said 'If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?' "Not I, " said the cow. "Not I," said the duck. "Not I," said the pig. "Not I," said the goose. "Then I will," said the little red hen. And she did. The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen. "Not I," said the duck. "Out of my classification," said the pig. "I'd lose my seniority," said the cow. "I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose. "Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did. At last the time came to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake bread?" asked the little red hen. "That would be overtime for me," said the cow. "I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck. "I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig. "If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose. "Then I will," said the little red hen. She baked five loaves and held them up for the neighbors to see. They all wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, "No, I can eat the five loaves myself." "Excess profits," cried the cow. "Capitalist leech," screamed the duck. "I demand equal rights," yelled the goose. And the pig just grunted. And they painted "unfair" picket signs and marched round and around the little red hen shouting obscenities. When the government agent came, he said to the little red hen, "You must not be greedy." "But I earned the bread," said the little red hen. "Exactly," said the agent. "That's the wonderful free enterprise system. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations productive workers must divide their products with the idle." And they lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, I am grateful." But her neighbors wondered why she never again baked any more bread.
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