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Mom’s Diary

I’ve had my Mom’s diary for a while now. It was one of those deals where I lied to myself “I’m gonna read that soon ..” So I recently did start reading it and I made a few posts on the book of Faces about it. Some of it is funny – for instance my Mother who seemed to think we kids shouldn’t be sleeping in past 8AM was often guilty of the same thing when she was a teen. I imagine my Grandpa never knew that she “got up at 1:30” since he was up with the cows at sunrise every morning. My mother led a pretty charmed life of parties and movies as a teen and it makes me happy considering she died so young.

I decided recently to ‘digitize’ her diary. This was nothing more sophisticated than setting up a tripod and taking pictures of each page. Kinda tedious but worth the effort.

Her diary is laid out in a odd way (although I admit that I never had a diary) each page has a row for each day of the year. So the first page is Jan 1 and each row is a different year. Mom was pretty diligent for the first three years but it became real spotty after that.

I’ve had some family members ask to read this and I will soon be giving the actual diary over to them but I encourage those of you who would like to read this now to click on the next link and get started.

The format is relatively simple click on the first image and then use the arrow keys to move forward (or backward) in time. Some of the pages may be out of order (not sure why) so please watch the dates on the top of the photos. The images are split up over several pages so you’ll want to move into the next pages as you read.

I don’t have a Mac or Windows machine so I don’t know for sure how it’s going to work on those so let me know.

Even though my Mom has long left this life I still want to keep her privacy so access to the next pages are password protected and I ask that you respect this modest boundary. Contact me on FB Messenger or devine.steve AT gmail.com and I’ll shoot you the password.

B. O. B Bob

We recently suffered the loss of a beloved family member, my brother-in-law Bob. His death was one of those ‘it won’t be long’ sort of expected moments that still breaks your heart; and pisses you off when it happens.

Bob was my wife’s sister DiAnn’s husband. He was about fourteen years older than me although I hardly noticed the age difference. I was three years into my sobriety when my wife, Daryl and I visited them in Florida. Shortly after we arrived Bob handed me two newspaper clippings listing the times and locations of AA meetings in the area. He didn’t say anything further to me about it except that he would be happy to drive me to either of them if I wanted.

What a guy.

Lot’s of folks have had reason to comment on Bob’s frugality, I will only say this: Daryl and I were once visiting them over our wedding anniversary, Bob was shocked that I was going to spend xxx dollars on a card that my wife would only read once. He wouldn’t go down the card aisle with me.

Seriously.


If I wanted to torture Bob, and believe me I often did, I would buy a five dollar greeting card and wave it in his face.

Bob showed me the joy of driving a car right down the beach in Daytona, Florida, setting up a tent, a grill and cooking sausages for lunch.

Bob taught me that you never order coffee or a soda at the restaurant “because that’s how they get you.” A phrase I now use quite often.

Bob taught me that you can return anything to any store.

Period.

He also taught me (in the same lesson) that I don’t ever want to go Black Friday shopping again as long as I live. He convinced me to stand in a Walmart at 3 AM with my hand on a computer while he was elsewhere in the store securing a slow cooker or some other essential item. Later that morning while I was sleeping off my breakfast he went to two other stores and bought two other computers, brought them home, inspected them, and took all three of them back.

Don’t ask.

Bob taught me to sit with another person and be comfortable with silence.

But of all the things Bob taught me – I am most grateful for his teaching me how to ‘husband.’ Early on in my marriage we were visiting them in Florida. I grabbed DiAnn’s lawn chair and started to set it up. Bob took it out of my hand and said: “Here I’ll do that – she’s my problem not yours.” I chuckled and thought that this was an opening for a man-to-man laugh about the ‘ole ball and chain’ but he didn’t say anything further. I watched him closely after that and soon realized it was easier for him to refer to her as his ‘problem’ rather than say “Here I’ll do that – she’s the most important person in my life.”

I often kid my wife and tell her “I am not your problem.”

My heart sings every time she replies “Yes you are” because I know what that means now. My wonderful, kind quirky brother-in-law Bob taught me.

To My Republican Friends

I feel ya.

I have a lot of Republican friends and family who are suffering right now.
They’re kinda backed into a corner and they know that soon they will have to make a choice. They’ve spent their lives doing the right thing, loving their families, paying their bills, most go to church regularly and pray for strength to continue doing the next right thing, the things that define their lives.

But soon they’ll have to make a choice. About him.

He checked off all the right boxes. He was strong on right to life, steady on the second amendment he talked about concepts like “America First” and seeing that everyone who wanted / needed to work could get a job. And for some the most important trait that he possessed:
He irritated the libs. “Bigly!”

But now things are changing, he’s changing.

Some might say his true character is appearing. He has shown little to no regard for the checks and balances that has sustained this country for decades.
He believes (much like Nixon) that: “When the President does it, that means that it is not illegal”
His white house has literally stopped holding press briefings, forcing journalists to spend their days interviewing hacks, hangers-on and each other all the while imagining what the President is doing or thinking.
When they get something wrong (sometimes due to malice but often due to poor information management) he call the press “Fake News” and “Enemies of the People.” These phrases, by the way, have been seen and heard in totalitarian regimes throughout history.

So what are my Republican friends to do? Quite frankly we who are on the opposite side have not made their lives easy. I regularly brace my right minded friends with today’s flagrant misdeed or ignorant tweet just to make them scamper around and defend the indefensible. It’s been depressing and fun at the same time.

But now I’m wondering if it isn’t time to call the Mercy rule. You remember that from grade school, right? When the other team was hopelessly behind and making them struggle to the end of the game was cruel.
So you called the game – for Mercy.
Is that where we are now?

The Republican leaders who have stood by this empty shell must surely be sick to their souls by now. The President of the United States used to be referred to as the “The Leader of the Free World” now he’s just “Him.”
Do they need a “Mercy time out?”
Right now they all seem to be like the spoiled husband standing in front of the refrigerator baying “I can’t see the milk” when indeed the milk is right in front of his eyes.
Is this what they have gone into politics for? Each of them right now could name countless others that would be far better holding the highest office in America. Instead they are forced to support this foolish, vain tweeting, ego driven monster.

So yeah, lets call a Mercy time out. Let’s give them a chance to redeem themselves. The Director of National Intelligence Joseph Maguire is scheduled to testify to the House Intelligence Committee this week. If he releases the whistleblower complaint, as he is required by law to do, then we shall proceed apace. Republicans would be wise to encourage this.

Otherwise.

Impeachment proceeding should begin Friday and my Republican friends will have to make that choice.


A children’s story.

Gomer the Turtle and Stevie the Hippopotamus are Facebook ‘frenemies.’ A Frenemy is someone you are friends with but occasionally wish a plague of locusts upon.

Gomer and Stevie often find themselves on the opposite side of issues. Gomer feels one way and oddly enough his friend Stevie usually comes down on the opposite side. So they argue – alot. Sometimes day and night.

Lately they have been arguing about guns. Stevie thinks that gun violence is getting out of hand in America and “Something must be done!” Gomer believes that there really is nothing that can be done about gun violence. “After all,” Gomer proudly says, “Guns don’t kill people, people kill people!”

One day Gomer the Turtle decides that it would be best if Stevie the Hippopotamus had the chance to hold and shoot a gun.
After all,” thought Gomer, “he might grow to like the feel of power and exhilaration that comes from shooting a real gun. And if he does maybe he will lighten up a little and stop being such a pain in the ...”

Well – you get the idea.

So Gomer puts on his cowboy hat and his cowboy jeans, straps his leather holster to his waist, gets into his Hummer with all the MAGA stickers on the back and picks up Stevie the Hippopotamus. They drive out to the Plink-a-Lot pistol range.

Here you go.” says Gomer the Turtle handing Stevie the Hippopotamus his .357 Jones & Wasson revolver. “It’s a 357 Magnum.” says Gomer proudly.

Stevie is surprised at how heavy the gun is in his hand. “Now what?” he asks.

Just point it at that there target down there, and squeeze the trigger.” says Gomer pointing at a man shaped target thirty yards away. “But be careful there hoss, it’s got a kick to it.”

So that’s what Stevie the Hippopotamus does. He points and shoots.

The gun goes off with a very big BANG! and Stevie’s arm flies up into the air. Stevie misses the target completely. Gomer the Turtle bends over laughing and slapping his knee. “I told you it had a kick.”

Stevie tries again but he’s such a limp wristed Hippopotamus he can’t control the gun. Gomer laughs some more and tells Stevie that he “should have brought his sister’s derringer!”

The fun and laughter comes to a quick halt when the owner of the Plink-a-Lot, Larry the Weasel runs up to them and shouts “My neighbor Gladys the Goose has been shot.”

Gomer and Stevie run over to where Gladys the Goose is lying on the ground, holding her knee and crying in pain. “I’ve been shot – oh dear – it hurts so much. Why would anyone shoot me?”

Gomer looks at Stevie and says, “Oh crap you’ve shot Gladys the Goose..”

Stevie sinks to the ground and begins to cry. He begs Gladys to forgive him. She can’t answer him – just keeps crying and saying the same thing over and over again “Why would someone shoot me?”

Soon the ambulance comes to collect Gladys the Goose and takes her to the hospital.

Months later, Gladys the Goose is out of the hospital and the hospital people come to her with a very big medical bill. “My stars, this sure has a lot of zeros on it, how in the world will I ever pay for it?”

Facing bankruptcy, Gladys hires a lawyer – Lenny the Lobster to help her collect some money for her injuries. “I was just walking down the road minding my own business and someone shot me. It’s not fair.”

Lenny the Lobster drags Larry the Weasel into court and shakes Gladys’ hospital bill in his face. “Gladys the Goose was just walking down the road in front of your business.”

Larry smiles and says. “No, I just run a simple business and Gladys wasn’t even one of my customers. Plus she was on the road – not in my place.”
Gladys cried into her hands. Larry the Weasel smiled at her and said. “I want you to know that you have been on my mind and in my prayers.”

Lenny the Lobster drags in Stevie the Hippopotamus into court and shakes Gladys’ hospital bill in his face.
Stevie says “I’d like to help – I have six hundred dollars in my bank account. You can have that.”
Lenny the Lobster sneers. “That will barely cover one day in the hospital.”
Stevie sighs and says. “I wish I could do more, I really do. I think about you everyday since the accident and I’ve been praying for you also.”
Gladys cries into her hands.

Next Lenny brings in Gomer and shakes Gladys’ hospital bill in his face.
Gomer smiles at the lawyer and says. “Yeah, that was my gun but I didn’t shoot her- it was that limp wristed fool over there that shot her.” Gomer points at Stevie and delivers his coup de gras “Guns don’t shoot people – people shoot people!”
Gladys cried into her hands. Gomer the Turtle smiled at her and said. “I want you to know that you have been on my mind and in my prayers.”

Lenny the Lobster drags in Jimmy the Slug, the CEO of Jones & Wasson, the company that sold the gun and shakes Gladys’ hospital bill in his face.
Jimmy the Slug grins at the little people in the courtroom and says,
Surely, you can’t believe that we are culpable.”
“Your gun shot Gladys the Goose and now she is facing bankruptcy.” cried Lenny the Lawyer.
Our gun did exactly what it was designed to do.” Jimmie smiled slyly. “It is designed to shoot bullets.
Gladys cried into her hands.
Jimmie slid off the witness chair clucking his tongue. “This is just an unfortunate accident, no one to blame – Thoughts and Prayers! Toodles”

Gladys the Goose went home and watched as the creditors stripped her home and sold her house.

Gladys the Goose now lives under a bridge and sells her blood in order to eat. She doesn’t cry so much anymore. Late at night she looks up at the stars and marvels that she lives in a country that knows how to build products that can kill lots of people but can’t seem to figure out how to protect people that are just walking down the street.

Thoughts and Prayers!


Suggested common sense American gun laws.

I recently wrote a post on this blog concerning the Rules for discussing guns and mass murder.

I wrote that post in a tongue-in-cheek format but it is a pretty clear illustration of what it’s like debating gun enthusiasts. They love their guns and they have honed their craft over the years debating and defending the second amendment.

Of all their counter arguments the one that carries the most weight with me is “What’s your solution?” Its a good question and one that requires answering.


So here goes:

  1. The United States should begin collecting official data on gun crimes. You might think to yourself “but we already do that”,
    well, we do and we don’t. Lots of organizations do like EverytownResearch.org but the U.S. doesn’t have an official tally. The CDC would like to do that but Congress has yet to fund it. It should be noted that the NRA opposes the collection of this data.

  2. Implement a ten year ban on rifles with rapid fire capabilities. These would be rifles loosely defined as ‘assault weapons.’ Existing weapons that fall under this category can be grandfathered in but must be registered. The government can offer a buyback program. After ten years revisit the ban, if gun deaths have dropped significantly then set it for another ten years. If no change then drop it. Yes, there will be much disension over the description of what an assault weapon is but we can figure that out. We are the greatest country in the world right? If we can’t decide then start by banning rifles used in mass murders of over five persons.

  3. Require liability & medical insurance on every gun in America. This insurance should offer at least 500K for fatal shootings and lifetime medical for gunshot victims. I’m told that the 2nd amendment is the most important of the Bill of Rights. Surely we can back that claim up financially.

  4. Universal background checks on the national level. Yes, America has some forms of background checks but they are easily circumvented by driving to another state or going it a unlicensed seller.

  5. Efficient mental health screening. This requires the cooperation of Congress. Current funding for mental health is abysmal. Bills intended to renew funding for mental health are languishing in Congress.

  6. Tighten up requirements to participate in gun shows. People should not be able to buy a weapon of war off the tailgate of a pickup truck at a gun show.

  7. Ban large capacity magazines. You don’t need a hundred rounds to bag your deer. It’s not a right.

  8. Review open carry and stand your ground laws. Many of these are poorly drawn laws created solely to garner votes rather than save lives.

  9. Address urban gun violence. Violence intervention programs have had success in stemming gun deaths in densely populated cities. These need better funding in order to continue to grow.

  10. Disarm hate.
    US Senator Bob Casey and Representative David Cicilline introduced the Disarm Hate Act in 2017, this legislation would prohibit access to firearms by people who have been convicted of a hate crime involving the use or threatened use of violence or a deadly weapon. It is stalled in Congress.

Rules for discussion of guns and mass murder.

1) Any proposed regulation, law or policy concerning gun control must be guaranteed to stop all gun violence.

ALL OF IT!

1a) Any proposed regulation, law or policy that can be circumvented by illegal acts (unscrupulous gun dealers, common theft, etc) is to be considered null and void since it violates rule #1(All gun violence must be eliminated!)

2) Any proposed regulation, law or policy must not infringe on the rights of Americans to shoot fifty rounds a minute at a deer or a beer can.

3) Any proposed regulation, law or policy must recognize the sanctity and history of the 2nd amendment (see rule two) whilst ignoring the technology challenges and changes since the original writing of the Bill of Rights.

4) Any person(s) arguing for gun laws must be conversant in weaponry and all it’s lingo, history and nuances lest their opinions be nullified and discarded immediately.

5) Any person(s) arguing for gun laws must be stoic an unemotional. Sentiments and strong feelings for dead children is reserved strictly for discussions about abortion.

6) Guns don’t kill people, but metal tipped lawn jarts do poke out eyes.

Be advised that there may be additions to these rules as time goes on. I await additional guidance from the gun advocates in my life.

Author – Who?

Have I told you I wrote a book? Two of ’em in fact. You might say:
“How nice for Steve ..” or “La-de-da, Steve’s an author.”

Author? Not really, cause authors get read. The hard part about writing a book, story or dirty joke is not the writing so much as it is corralling people to read it and recommend it to others.

I get it. After all my book might suck and then what? What do you say to me assuming we are friends, family etc?

Here’s the good news. It doesn’t suck. This isn’t just me saying this but somewhere between three or ten thousand readers have told me so.

Sure, there are some typos, grammatical errors and the plot meanders a little bit but hell if the world can forgive Billy Joel for the world’s laziest line “he’s talking to Davy who’s still in the Navy” then surely you can forgive me for a few run-on sentences. Right?

Here’s the best part, I never know who has bought / downloaded my book. It’s totally anonymous. Amazon doesn’t tell me who buys it.
This means you can get this book, read it and then judge me without me even knowing about it.

For two dollars and ninety-nine cents, half what you’d pay for a double double caf caf half-caf, blueberry infused coffee-like drink you can have the satisfaction of saying “I knew he couldn’t write his way out of a paper bag.”

Or maybe you’ll like it… Click to go to my latest book.

Either way it’ll be your secret to keep.

Unless you decide to write a review .. please, please please.

O’Brian

Letters from people who all want to help me…

I allow posts on my blog. Nobody writes anything of value on it but nonetheless I allow it. Here are some of the more interesting ones:

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        He gets me. (heart)
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        Huh?

My Dog Ma

A message from the Democrat liberal elite:

 

    • We eat imported chocolates and drink eight dollar lattes all day while laughing at farmers and people who work with their hands.
    • We want open borders. The more Mexicans the better, this is because we hate America.
    • We styme every move the Republicans make to fix things because as everyone knows we control the government. Don’t let those Republicans who are in the majority tell you anything different!
    • We love abortion and celebrate everytime the Supreme court says it’s still legal.
    • We don’t stand for the Allegiance at football games because we don’t go to football games. Are you crazy or what? I don’t think they even have a decent oxygen bar at those things.
    • We loved Barack Obama – mostly because we knew it angered all you goobers out there living the true authentic life. You know, life like you hear on the radio, pickup trucks, dogs and (ugg) beer in bottles.
    • A lot of us are gay. We do this mostly to gross you out but also because we get to wear such fabulous clothes.
      Really gurl!!
    • We don’t really believe in marriage. A lot of us have only done it once and you know about the gay thing.  We do love those marriages. Again, it’s because it pisses the goobers off.
    • Most of us don’t work – or if we do it’s some kind of high brow book learning endeavour. Not real work, shoot, most of us come home from work and don’t have to shuck our clothes off on the back porch or hang our shoes out on the clothesline.
    • We are also secretly on welfare. Sure we have jobs and some of us make some serious wages, but still we got the hookup. ‘Cause we’re part of the liberal elite.
    • Most of us have three or four Obama phones.
    •  Now that the economy is booming I imagine many of you have
      three or four jobs now, so get to work and keep those taxes rolling in.

Thanks for reading this – it’s time for me to check in and get my daily orders from Rachel Maddow and George Soros.

Ta-Ta