Headband Holder Craft

I saw this on Facebook friend's page & thought it was so easy and cheap,

and easily adaptable to hold other items that clutter up our drawers

 that I would post it for the creative gals in our family. 

  Two .97 cent squares of fabric from Walmart, two paper towel rolls, and a spool of ribbon. 

Hot glue the fabric to the rolls folding under the last side for a nice edge. 

Tuck the ends in the holes of the paper towels and glue as best you can. 

Hang the two rolls together with ribbon and then hang another ribbon for the handle.

I also like this craft, easily done with a needle & thread.  

My Health...

I've recently learned that my health is somewhat precarious.  The episodes which I thought were attributed to COPD, asthmatic episodes, have not all been asthma.  They are cardiac ischemic episodes.  They are getting more frequent, more intense.  

My mortality is becoming more real.  Time to get my affairs in order.  I am at peace.

I'm trying to take the meds prescribed recently as I have relented and began seeing a physician.  The meds make me too sick, so I stop, start them.  

The reason I don't like seeing a doctor is all they do is prescribe harmful drugs, which make me sick.  Is that what medicine has become?  Pill popping harmful drugs?  Do I have to feel like death not warmed over to allow the meds to take affect??? 

Leg and hand cramps, nausea, worse headaches than the ones I already live with, diarrhea, and a general feeling of feeling HORRIBLE?!  These are how I should feel taking meds to "protect my heart" and lower my BP, blood pressure??? 

I don't think I can hack it, honestly.  

Why can't they find ways to help me without killing me with medications???

The doctor chastised me, saying one of these nights 'you'll lie down and never wake up.'  

I responded, with all sincerity, 'From your mouth to G-d's ear.' 

Of course then he went into the govt authorized schpiel about worst case scenarios, 

living like a vegetable.  

I don't care about that.  

(With fibromyalgia, I am more concerned about living on bed sheets that burn my skin bc that's what happens if my skin comes into contact with certain fabrics and weaves.  THAT's what I care about!)

I've worked with some gems of people who lived with disabilities, and you never met people more in love with life, squeezing every drop out of every day they could!

While the "QUALITY OF LIFE POLICE" 

say we should sign medical directives TELLING "Health Care Providers" 

HOW MUCH care they should or should not provide us, 

in that worst case scenario that we end up like a disabled vegetable, 

I submit WHO MADE THEM god? 

I submit IDOLATRY has infiltrated medicine.  

Abortions, 

and now legal Euthanasia, 

where the patient TELLS the doctors to not give them the BEST care available.  

Hippocratic Oath be Damned!

People say how much the dying are suffering, and that it is only humane to expedite their death, to alleviate suffering.

I submit the side effects of the most popular painkiller administered,

MORPHINE, is the REAL PAIN.

Before I took my Mother into Vancouver, Washington Legacy Hospital at Salmon Creek, she did not have headache pain.  

One of the many physicians with whom I dealt with there admitted that SOME PEOPLE get seriously bad headaches from the morphine.

Further, in speaking to friends who have been under the influence of morphine for pain, I am told it does NOT ALLEVIATE YOUR PAIN, 

BUT it does NUMB YOUR BRAIN 

to where you're not in control of your mental faculties,

BUT YOU STILL FEEL PAIN!

So! NO MORPHINE for moi!

And NO INTUBATION either!

Intubation requires anethesia because it causes that much pain, 

so the patient is anesthetized to the point of BEING UNDER, out-like-a-light, AND...

not in control of their mental nor verbal capacities! 

How convenient, eh? Really?  THIS IS MEDICINE?

Surrendering your mental and verbal capacities to doctors and their drugs?

You know what this sounds like to me?

It sounds like the M.O., Method of Operating

that has been going on for decades where "Health Care Providers" 

(we no longer label them as 'doctors'--more about that another time)

have been medicating DISABLED CHILDREN to render them more MANAGEABLE for parents and public schools, with mind-altering drugs, aka psychotropics.  

It was so effective that they found they could do it to normal children, MOST ESPECIALLY LITTLE BOYS BEING LITTLE BOYS (oh! the horror, right? *rolling*my*eyes), but they had to come up with 'a means to this ends,' 

so they dreamed up, created disabilities 

like ADD, ADHD, dyslexia, etc.  

Mon Dieu, mon Dieu...

There are books written about these facts, so don't take my word for it.

Had I not started studying for a degree in pharmacology 

AND had this insatiable curiosity to LEARN, had a son on meds for his asthma, relatives on psychotropics, been on them myself (-the one good thing Larry Tavenner did for me--get me off those horrid meds which caused me paranoia, dependency, nightmares, hallucinations), and had access to a PDR and Facts and Comparisons (my bibles for meds), and then watched the ensuing medicating of disabled kids, disabled adults, the elderly, and subsequently watching the invention of so-called disabilities to be treated with these harmful drugs, I WOULD NEVER HAVE KNOWN, would never have CONNECTED THE DOTS, tying the medication of America to a RADICAL CHANGE IN MEDICINE.  

But I have watched, noted, over the years, dots that not only I can connect, but others can also.  Now that the average American, dumbed down in our public school systems, have been taught to UNLEARN, IOW, disqualify factual evidence if it comes from any source the establishment, that means the media, too, tells the public is a CONSERVATIVE, Christian, Republican, Tea Party type of source.  

UNLEARN.

I LIKE it!

It's accurate.

Any time a group of people is taught...brainwashed...to discount factual evidence because it comes from the hated RIGHT WING, conservatives, etc., that group of Americans has most effectively been taught to UNLEARN. 

Besides books in my personal library documenting 

THE ABUSE OF HARMFUL PHARMACEUTICALS by medical professionals,

I am waiting on this book from my public library:

Romancing opiates : pharmacological lies and the addiction bureaucracy /

      by Theodore Dalrymple. 

I'm seriously considering not using any more medications

and going, shall we say, ORGANIC, au natural.  

Hey, that's avant garde in some circles, n'est pas?

Seriously.

I would be happy to take all the drugs prescribed

IF I COULDN'T FEEL THEM EFFING with my body.

I'm very in tune with my body.  I put something into it, I monitor my body for differences, changes, in how it is feeling for up to 48 hours.  Seriously.  It's just habit with me now. 

Am I not the master of my body?

Am I not entitled to abort an unwanted child? It's MY BODY, right?

I love my children.

I love my grandchildren.

I pray for you daily.

But I'm not sure I can handle the outrageous side effects of prescribed drugs for my conditions.  

Years ago, in the 1980's, I threw out six Rx's from my internist, Dr. Ettlinger, for fibromyalgia, after they made me so sick, and manage the condition through diet.

Mid 1990's, when diagnosed with asthma--though I'd never had a symptom--I threw out six more Rx's from Dr. Andrade, after they made me too sick.

I now believe, I may actually have had UNDIAGNOSED early heart disease, which mimics asthma in that there is shortness of breath.  

Those were in the days when I had full, good medical coverage.  Now I am on Medicare, GOVT IN MY HEALTHCARE, and you can bet, if it's anything like what I've had, and anything like what our vets are experiencing at Veterans' Administration medical centers across this country, it ain't gonna be in my best health interests.  

So, my children, and my grandchildren, just pray for me.  I KNOW prayer, G-d, works in our lives, in our health, in our finances, in our relationships.  In the meantime, I will get busy getting physically active, strengthening my heart and other muscles, and I'll drop 25 pounds, somehow (I already eat well, just TOO well, LOL).  

I'll start going through pictures, posting them, commenting on them, and you get them posted onto your various photo-stashing websites, for posterity.  

I love you all, more than words can say.  And I miss you all, more than words can express.

Your Mama, Imah, Bubbe
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My Son and his sons

I love this picture of Giovanni and his second son, Alex Grimes!  

Alex, a couple years ago, and Giovanni- My boys, my nose, my ears, LOL! 

This is the only photo I have of Christopher Miller (Grimes).  He is now approximately 18.  MANY REGRETS, most of which were out of my control, but he is greatly missed, as are everyone of my estranged grandchildren,

who apparently care nothing for me. 

I am nothing to them. :*(

Yes, there is not a day that goes by that I do not cry, 

mourn the loss of my estranged grandchildren.  True.

Jayden & Giovanni on Jayden's 1st birthday. 

Looks like he's gonna have my big ears.  Got my baby blues, too, 

although Jayden's Mama says that is up to debate! 

She has baby blues, too ;D

Today, Father's Day, June 15th, 2014.

Words of a mother to her sons on this Father's Day 2014

Today is Father's Day in America.  (Links are in red font.)
I want to bless my sons, Farrell, Samuel, William III and his brother William, Jr., with the following Aaronic Blessing from these web pages: Aaronic Blessing 1 and Aaronic Blessing 2   
Learning is a biblical value.  It is as old as creation itself, long before secular man proclaimed it as the exclusive inheritance of elitists.  
I pray you love learning about G-d, His Teachings, His Creation, His Ways, His LOVE FOR YOU, and how to love Him through loving one another, with all diligence and passion.  
It is our legacy my sons.  Claim it!  

                                           Aaronic Blessing 

   By Rabbi Michael Short

Part One

William III turned me towards the biblical teacher, Pastor Arnold Murray, of blessed memory, whose teachings are readily available on tv on the SCN, Shepherds Chapel Network, and online at Shepherds Chapel Network where you can download his audio teachings onto your smartphones.  
There is so much false teaching going on today.  Pastor Murray is the closest to honest teaching I can find and I ask you to learn from Him.  
Thank you Giovanni for being open to G-d's guidance in allowing Him to guide you to this man of G-d, and for guiding me to Pastor Murray, a man whose learning surpasses mine, excepting his Hebrew pronunciation.  But he is very learned about the complexities, nuances, and Hebrew root words of the biblical language nonetheless.  
I love how he affirms that Jesus did not quote the so-called New Testament because it did not exist.  Jesus was indeed very learned, but in the TORAH.  The Torah had been replaced with the teachings of religious men, with what Pastor Murray calls "traditions of men," to put it nicely. Jesus pushed back on those false teachings, teaching directly from the Torah, and is the major reason he was so hated by the religious leaders of that day.  
His battles were not with the Romans who were "occupying" "HaEretz", "The Land", but with his own religious leaders who were perverting the word of HaShem.  
And he was one very angry man about it.  Today, the political left would call Jesus "an angry White man."  
Which brings me to another issue going on in America, the "War on Men (specifically White Men) and Boys."  I heard a female caller into Dennis Prager's radio program call in about something her husband said about a tv show they watched where the father was always the bumbler, the ineffectual one in the family and the mother could do no wrong.  This caller said her husband wanted their family to stop watching this tv show because of its negativity towards fathers, its undermining of fathers and men in general.  Dennis asked her was her husband correct.  She said once she viewed the show through her husband's eyes, he was absolutely right!  
My sons, the Torah stipulates that we become what we view, hear, and think.  Jesus said to GUARD our eyes, our ears, our thoughts.  
Download free, to your smartphone Dennis Prager Show . 
Listen to Dr. Laura.  Dr. Laura Schlessinger 
I personally attribute her with the saving of thousands of children by saving the marriages of their parents.  The harm done to our children by the public schools, by the government programs and interventions, interference into the home life, the family, the de-authorization of fathers and parents, is historic, and monumental.  
YOU CAN STOP THIS INJUSTICE on our parents and families, on our children, by so-called do-gooders!!
Had I known of Dr. Laura, had my mind filled with her biblical mindset, from a young age, I would most certainly have chosen proper and good mates to be my husband, and the father of my children.  
In my family, as well as Mormonism and certain sects of Judaism, (to quote Golda in Fiddler on The Roof) "a husband isn't to look at!  A husband is to get!" Well, that doesn't always work out well if your husband physically abuses you.  G-d does NOT expect us to stay in life threatening marriages, does he?
If you want to break the cycle we have been thrust into by a religion that upholds evil men, then it is imperative that you  listen to Dr. Laura, and have your children inundate their minds with the bible, Torah, as Jesus taught it, with people like Dennis Prager, and Dr. Laura.  and Pastor Murray. 
A father's love for his daughters is imperative.  We understand how important that love is to his sons, but, take my word for it, it is equally important to his daughters!!  Father's LOVE YOUR SONS AND YOUR DAUGHTERS.  Protect them from men with the wrong motives. Vet those men interested in your daughters.  Make a list of the requirements a prospective husband for your daughters must have before you will give your PERMISSION and bless their union.  Once that is accomplished, in a heart to heart with the prospect, let him know YOU WILL hold him accountable for her.  
Fathers, you must teach your daughters while they are yet young, how they should be treated by men, by how you treat their mother, with respect, and tenderness.  I think the two greatest attributes a man can give his children are showing their mother respect and sweet tenderness.   
"NOW, PLEASE, GO DO THE RIGHT THING!"

Bobby Goldsboro - Honey

This is for you Missy.  The song I wanted to name you after, but pressure from family kept me from giving you the name of a song I dearly loved.  



Since Farrell was a blonde, blue-eyed cutie, what was not to think you wouldn't be also, my honey-haired little baby girl?  And you were!  



This is a romantic song of true love, and Bobby Goldsboro sings it beautifully, poignantly. 



Juliet, You'll always be Imah's "Honey" #1!  Happy late birthday Honey! 

I love you! 

In my ADD meanderings around the world wide web today, somehow one of the places I ended up was searching for people & places associated with the place my siblings and I agree was our favorite growing up place, our farmhouse outside of Sherwood, Oregon.  

I doubt it was Mom's however.  While there I was in the hospital twice, once with life-threatening rheumatic fever, and Oliver was born, with life-threatening pulmonary problems.  While still an infant, Mom had to rush him into some emergency hospital for an emergency tracheotomy.  Recall Mom had all six of us kids when she was 25 years old.  Between two sickies and an a husband with alcohol & adultery issues, she didn't have a great life.  Dad was chinchy with the money, too.  You ever read Erma Bombeck's piece on “When God Created Mothers"? (click on the link) Our Mom fit this scenario all too much.  I recall when she fed the eight of us on a pound of hamburger.  

Because our household was in such stress with aforementioned sick chilluns, Dad's active alcoholism, we kids reacted like what kids do when a household is under such duress.  Our house was a tall box like structure...with white paint and dirt pathway on one side of the house.  Perfect! ...for...we mixed water into the dirt and have at it!!...plastering the white painted house with mud pies! What a MESS! Talk about a great stress reliever!  But all fun must come to an end.  When Mom got home, we heard the oft spoken threat "Just wait till your father gets home!!!!!!"  
Not sure what my siblings recall, but if Dad ever whooped us, I don't recall him doing it often, nor were his spankings particularly hard. 

 There was such "awe" and respect for fathers in our days, in our culture, that just to have Dad mad at us was painful enough, at least for me.  I don't know if any of us got spankings.  Not sure Dad came home from the bar before our bedtime.  Poor Mom.  How I wish she had known a personal relationship with G-d during those difficult days for her, for Dad, too.  At least now Mom is receiving her reward and is with our Father in Paradise.  

Dad surely suffered, too.  Torturing a wife who loved him dearly surely had to weigh on his conscience.  Two deathly ill children.  There was probably economic stressors with Oly & I racking up huge hospital bills that weighed on Dad, too.  

Alcoholism is like drug addiction, whether they be street drugs or legal mind-altering prescription drugs or pot in that they are a desperate, albeit, selfish attempt to relieve oneself of emotional pain one cannot see another way to do so.  Once I myself learned that my heart, according to The Father in His Word, is deceitful, above all things, and that emotions were not to be trusted, but were to be DISCIPLINED, I set about to relearn how to deal with stresses which were not always under my direct control.  I also learned to "compartmentalize" problems.  I knew from The Psalms that talking to The Father, pouring out my heart...oops...soul, as did Hannah in the Book of Samuel, and as did David in The Psalms, as did Esther, Moses, and others, was one way of dealing with stress, drug free, too :D

Over the years I constantly battle with emotional eating, a learned skill from my growing up years in the LDS faith.  Even in Judaism, food is used as an emotional coping device.  Fortunately, the congregation we ended up attending in Bremerton Washington, Beth HaTikvah, nearly everyone was on a health eating kick.  We'd also experienced this at our Tacoma congregation. Still, I struggle with disciplining this area of my life, to this day.  Paul helps.  He saw me take butter out of the fridge for my baked yam & expressed concern.  I'm too bullheaded, stubborn, offering my explanation "Well, it's better than eating all those chemicals mixed in with butter in your 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter'."  We are both correct.  I guess I coulda alleviated some of his stress about my health by mentioning that while he was gone, I started eating my potatoes without anything on them.  I'll do that tomorrow.  He worries so about me that it's not fair to cause him more worry than I do. 

My health is not the worst, not the best. I've tried to regulate my health with diet, water, but not exercise.  I've started exercising moderately because I don't want to take Rx's.  Went to the doctor on the 1st.  In fifteen years I can count on one hand the number of times I've been to the doctor.  The govt regulates medicine to the point doctors have become drug pushers.  If people knew what I know about meds, they'd be fearful too of taking them.

The bad news is that now that Paully knows I've been to a doctor, rec'd Rx for the 160/100 blood pressure, today he made me go to the car to get the Rx and take it in his presence.  How can I buck him after all he's done for me???
He only means me well.  He also told me not to give Dr. Grudzien a hard time.  "Too late for that honey."  I am bad.  I think it's funny....but it's not.  

Before I told Dr. Grudzien on Thursday that I'd been given a D.O. by My Love, not to give the doctor a hard time, he knew from my three previous visits, that I was definitely going to argue and counter everything he said, so he just sat looking at all my test data (ekg, blood work, blood pressure, etc.)...just sat looking at it, not saying anything, just having a look of consternation on his face, probably wondering how was he ever going to impress upon me the seriousness of my symptoms.  We did get into an argument early in the visit, about the side effects of Losartin.  In fact, he learned forward over his desk to get "in my face' as it were, to stop me from my arguing.  He's a very tall, medium built man, imposing in stature.  After that argument, with his office door open, and I'm sure everyone heard us, he just got quiet.  

I realized I was being stubborn, again, and acquiesced, telling him My Love gave me the D.O. to obey the doctor's instructions. He gave me THREE MORE RX's! to 'protect your heart,' including nitroglycerin. G-d bless my kidney and liver PLEASE.  These are the hardest hit organs of prescriptive medicines and the reason kidney dialysis is epidemic!!!  ARGH@#$%&*(%^!!!

What I have I gotten myself into?! But I couldn't keep keeping the truth from Paul that I'd finally procured a doctor.  It would hurt him.  

I told him long ago he needs to get rid of his Mormon doctor because they don't think for themselves.  If govt tells them poison is good for their patients, they'll obey govt.  He needs to get a free thinking, older doctor, like me.  Mine is foreign born & trained!  American medicine...blech!...with apologies to Drs. Rubenstein, Garvin, and Bernstein, of our former congregation, all good doctors.  I did go to Dr. Garvin.  He was the nearest my age.  Older doctors aren't as indoctrinated as the younger ones, and being Jewish, they don't give up the G-d given ability and right to THINK CRITICALLY.

Wow!  This blog was to be about my growing up years in Sherwood, Oregon, on "The Farm!"

Here is a little taste of what is to come:

Being the oldest of six kids, and 12 years old when we moved back to Ashland, Oregon in 1960, information on our years living in the farmhouse across the dirt road from the Stahlneckers has been hard to come by.  

I used to, sometimes, when not in the hospital with rheumatic fever, get up early before school, and after school, help Jimmy Stahlnecker milk their cows by machine.  I recall an older gentleman in the Stahlnecker household who would pay us for crawdads we caught in the creek, opposite direction of the Jost's.  I don't recall ever being in the Stahlnecker home, though we did buy our milk from them.  I barely recall Phyllis as she was older.  Jimmy was too, maybe a year older?  I graduated 1966, Ashland Senior HS, Ashland, Oregon.  I'm told our house across from the Stahlneckers was used as a barn & eventually razed.  We had 20 acres, mostly fir trees.  My dad was not a farmer.  He was a "floor layer."  

I recall Jerry Jost, and the Snyder family who lived further up the road.  Delmer Snyder was "understood" to be my boyfriend for awhile.  When I find it, I'll post a fifth grade class picture with both of us in it.  

My siblings old enough to recall our very few years "on the farm" all agree, it was the best place of our growing up years.   We loved being able to walk barefoot on the dirt road down to the creek, play in the old hay in our barn that no longer housed animals, and we even found a swamp with stinky skunk cabbage where we pretended to fish with stick poles, safety pins, and worms.  It was quite a ways beyond the creek where we caught crawdads.  

Our place also had an old, unused chicken coop, smoke house, and well house.  Our farmhouse originally did not have a connecting bathroom.  One had to go outside via a two-sided wrap around, open porch,  either through a kitchen door or a door that led to a foyer to our upstairs.   Dad made quick work of chainsawing a door from the walk-in-kitchen-pantry into the adjacent bathroom, much to our relief.  

Since I was only 8 or 9 years old at the time, my younger siblings always wanted big sister to escort them to the bathroom at night before bedtime.  I loved that old farm.  We all did.  Too bad Dad wasn't a farmer.

Oh, the Stahlneckers also had sheep, but  I don't recall Jimmy & I doing anything with them.  He called them stupid, I believe.  After school, we would change into grubbies and head out to find where the cows were & herd them into the barn, into the stocks, and Jimmy would feed them hay, and we would set about milking them.  I enjoyed his company as he was a quiet fella, and I appreciated his allowing me to tag along on his errands.  I was very quiet, too, and that's probably why I don't recall any conversations between us.  
In those days, there were very definite divisions between the sexes, and how one aught to behave around the opposite sex.  My parents were very protective of us, especially me because I was pretty, quiet, and physically weak, so they must have trusted Jimmy implicitly, to allow me to tag along with him out into the pastures away from our parents.  Those were good times.  Stahlneckers were good people.  
I still enjoy the smells of cow manure, pastures, barns.  Good times indeed.  

That's all of that for now because I just remembered something more important!  This week was Giovanni & Desiree's birthdays and I need to do something on here for each of them.  

"Oy vey! I'm losing my head! and one of these days a horse is going to come along and KICK IT IN THE MUD and then it's goodbye Yenta"!  Yenta in Fiddler On The Roof :) Yenta The Matchmaker in Fiddler On The Roof (another link) (May all my precious bubeleh's have "matches" made in heaven!)

So! Gio! ...how much of this movie can you still recite, verbatim?  Of course you'll no longer be able to sing the "Matchmaker Song" in your pre-pubescent high pitched voice, hee hee!! 

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