Politics, The Media and OOG Are You Kidding Me!


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The U.S. is engaged in its favorite occupation… attempting to convince the average person how intelligent those in power are by lying, manipulating and using the magical voting power booth.  It is, in essence, an election year.  Thank goodness it is over tonight.

For the next year it will be relatively quiet, as far as the media and pushing for this agenda, that agenda and the favorite BS Agenda.  It will focus on letting all the average people know how stupid they were for voting for this or that…. and then it will begin again. This insane cycle is one of the facts of life in a “democratic society”.

So, as the media mellows out, you look back at the insane shit that was said, not said, publicized, basically tossed out there for the average human to try to sort the truth out of and your jaw drops.  The lies get bigger with each passing month of the election year.  The truth gets more and more obscured by the minuscule garbage that seems to pass for truth or necessary information.  And finally, towards the last month it is simply nonsense that does nothing more than irritate.

Political groups drown the email inbox with garbage about “last chances” and “pulling together” and it is like watching a train wreck in slow motion.  They don’t seem to realize that if you are committed to their cause, you already know the information or that it would be better to have a centralized web page that links to the appropriate topics.  Then, for those of us still on the fence, it would be more likely to pull us over to their way of thinking.  Otherwise, you get the “OOG, Are you kidding me!” effect…. the one that pushes us out of the voting booths and into the wish that anarchy wasn’t such a bad idea.



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For those that don’t get it… WAKE THE F UP!  Everything you do causes ripples in the lives of those around you and in the world in general.  Intended – gee, I saved a kid by adopting/fostering/removing from abusive home….. WTF EVER.  Unintended – gee, why is that kid/adult such a weirdo, they were given everything when they were born/adopted/fostered/removed from an abusive home……. gee, why is that lady so sad?  She didn’t have to raise/adopt/remove the child?

What is wrong with a world that fails to see the RIPPLES?  We are not on little islands in space where we don’t harm anything but ourselves by our actions.  Do you live in a world where you NEVER interact with other beings?

Sigh….. RIPPLES!

Can’t you even try to make those ripples healthy?  Your need to have instant gratification, to complete your own happiness above the happiness of the world; your greed and selfish need for things, even when those things are not for sale; WTF is wrong with you?



The swirling, black morass, sucking at her feet, threatening to drown her, beating down the raging, red waves, darkened into sickly green and yellow troughs of hatred, anger and fear.

The pristine hand reaches out, calm, loving, the morass receding, drawing away from the pair, each light clearing to white, blue, gentle thought.

She sighs, releasing her friend.  The door slams shut, screaming, insults, darkness, the pristine hand begins to waiver.

You are Your OWN PERSON!


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Ladies, particularly those of you that are young and/or older and re-entering the single world, this one is for you:

1.  No man truly respects a woman that does not have her own mind, interests and life.

2.  No man wants a woman to be up his behind whenever he is doing anything.

3.  Every man that complains about his wife/girlfriend’s friends is really saying:  She is mine and I know that she is able to live without me, so she must WANT me there, not NEED me there.

4.  Any man that doesn’t allow you to have your own mind, friends, likes and dislikes, doesn’t really want you but a servant and bed companion.

A woman that can’t understand that has issues understanding this simple idea – you need to be able to take care of yourself, live a life that you can share with him without being so far into him that you are never without him outside of work, and have friends that are not necessarily going to like him.  If you can’t do that, then you have a problem.

So, Ladies, remember this:

1.  If you want to go out with the girls for drinks, be respectful – 1 a.m. is not the appropriate time to come home, he will worry.

2.  If you don’t like his politics, don’t talk about them with him.  He will get over it.

3.  If you don’t like his friends, remember that he probably doesn’t really like yours – respect that.

4.  You don’t need his opinion to buy a dress…. go with your girlfriends.

5.  You don’t need him to go have coffee with your mom, friend or just by yourself – stop waiting for him to like what you like.

6.  You do need your own income.  Don’t ever let go of your ability to earn.  He won’t respect it and you won’t respect yourself.

7.  Relationships are work…. for both of you.  If only one person is working, the relationship is not working.

8.  You aren’t going to lose him if he hangs with the boys a couple of times a week and you don’t have to like what he likes to talk to him.

9.  You are not a servant, he has a responsibility to be a man and be part of the household care team – kids or no kids.

10.  Most of all, remember that you are not part of his body – you don’t have to be so close you can’t breath with out using his lungs.

True love is mutual  - mutual respect, understanding, sharing and caring and the ability to love and enjoy each other without devouring each other.

Supporting the Arts



This is for Bill W.:

Artists come in all sizes, colors, backgrounds, nationalities, and just about any flavor of human being that you can imagine.  Being an “artist” does not make you a painter or sculptor only, but a human being that brings beauty and thought into life.

Actors are artists.  They often bring to life the dreams of writers and the feelings of themselves and others on screen, on stage and in life.

Chefs/Cooks are artists.  They share their love of flavor, texture and visual aesthetics in a way that can be held only for a moment and then evolved into something else.

The crocheters, knitters and sewers are artists.  They take their ability to blend texture, color and pattern into beautiful objects that can be used, shared and loved.

Even the graffiti makers whom leave such amazing statements on society and life in the most impossible places are artists.  Their expression of the world around them is full of color and impossible shapes and ideas that touch the mind.

The mathematician is an artist.  They take simple basic plans and make them into unbelievable, impossible and often absolutely unproveable shapes  and pockets in the universe.

The Human Mind is capable of immense beauty.  The human that chooses to share that beauty in their own way is an artist.  To fail to support that choice and assist the artist in growing, sharing and becoming is to fail to support life.

Bill, I will always support your “crazy obsessions” because you have more to give than most people are willing to see.  Never stop being you and remember to support those other artists out there in all their forms…. for they can make your art even more and you can the same for theirs!

I Used To….


I used to worry about what others thought of me,

Did they like my clothes,

Was my hair just right?

I used to think that it mattered to life….

Was my smile bright enough or just top bright?

Was my dress in style or my hair a mess?

Did I have the right shoes?

What about my breath!

I used to think it mattered to me.

My dress is old, my hair a mess, and I brushed my teeth so I have good breath.

I don’t look svelt, but my butt is comfy.

I like my shoes, even though they are a bit dumpy.

I used to think do they like my smile,

Now I think, oh well!

When Did You Stop Living?



When did you stop living, learning something new?

When did you stop caring and being, growing with the dawn?

When did you stop loving, living in the now?

When did serendipity become your enemy?

When did you become the gray and sad old man?

When did you stop doing all that you can?

I miss the happy person that lived in flamboyant style,

Never worrying about what was gone, but growing on with grace.

I miss the gentle heart, the laughing, loving face.

When did you stop living?

(c) Lori Trevino 9-7-2014

Dedicated to Andy Stephens, I hope he wakes up and starts to live!

Dear Walmart



Dear Walmart,

I moved to this small town where the only real shopping that could happen, with regard to reasonable prices for clothing and other items, was your store.  That was 11 years ago.  In one month I am moving back to my big city and many stores that are reasonable prices.

When I started shopping at the local Walmart Super Center, the food was reasonable and filled with things that local people would eat and buy.  The clothing, electronics and other items were also reasonable.  The store was well stocked, clean and the staff friendly.  Management was always visible and easy to communicate with if there was a problem.  Products were more U.S.A. than foreign.

5 years ago, the changes in Walmart became very apparent.  The entire management team had changed over and purchasing and stocking of items had changed into more foreign and less U.S.A.  The store was not as clean as it had been and the management was inaccessible to customers for the most part.

2 years ago, again there was a huge change.  The staff, who had been friendly, knowledgeable and welcoming, were now rude, ignorant and unwilling to help any customer that was not a personal friend.  The shelves were never stocked properly and the racks were a disaster, never actually reflecting the products that were supposed to be hung on them.

Now, the store is filthy.  The staff that have been there long term are tired and angry looking and often complain (not at work) about the poor pay and poor benefits.  The new staff is mostly people that can’t get work anywhere else and who often have no clue what they are doing.  Management is now invisible.  The stock is often left undone – with entire sections of shelves with absolutely no product on them and the product that is there is often open and missing items.  The bathrooms are disgusting and rarely cleaned.

30+ years ago, Kmart did this same kind of thing.  Your company appeared then in the Western U.S.A. as a huge competitor.  Kmart is still struggling to compete in the U.S.A. because of their policies.  While I understand that you need to compete in an ever increasingly poor economy, your policies are making it worse and you will sink your own ship this way.

In business courses in college and even in high school one of the things that every businessman/woman that ever spoke to us said “You have to spend money to make money.”  I asked what that meant – I was told this:

For a business to succeed, their employees have to succeed.  Even if it means losing a little profit to the paying of fair wages to employees, spending a little more for that extra touch to make the business place more inviting to the consumer and keeping the cost of goods and services commiserate with the wages paid to the employee.  Any business that fails to remember that will fail.

Remember that, because you are failing.

Thank you for your attention,

A Consumer

Why Can’t We?


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This week was my niece’s wedding.  She married a young man that loves her and whom she loves.  They have been in love from the first time they met…. and yet, they didn’t marry or date immediately.  Either way, this marriage was lovely and, with perseverance, faith and love it will endure.  But what about the people that were included in this wondrous event?  The bridal party?  The Grooms men and woman?  What about the families?  What about the women that surrounded this young woman in her life changing event?

Well, let’s see.  There was me, obviously.  I gave the only gift that no one else could.  I gave my wedding rings to her to wear, hopefully, for at least the amount of time I did – 32 years.  I did all the right things organizing, etc. and was duly excited to be part of this event.  I was, in truth a bit envious of her joy, but not truly jealous or spiteful as some could be.  I miss my late husband, but am very happy that she will carry forward our tradition of love and respect.

The mother of the bride, my sister, was excited, delighted, thrilled and sad.  She made the gown that her only daughter wore and it was beautiful.  I knew it would be.  She cried, which she never does really, and she laughed and was happy.  She enjoyed the young women that my niece has surrounded herself with and their laughter was something that lifted her spirits.  It was beautiful to watch and bittersweet since I have never had these events with the only child I had.  But it remained something I would not have missed for the world.

The bridesmaids – her best friend here is a young woman who is very quiet, and a bit unusual, considering her size and height.  But she is beautiful with gorgeous eyes and a good heart.  Very smart, but prone to thinking things over many times before acting.  Which isn’t a bad trait at all.  The other three ladies in the event were ones I met for the first time and they included others that were also special and wonderful.

One, outspoken and strong, made me laugh and made my heart heavy for her.  Her life is complicated and her ability to deal is epic.  I will always respect and like her, I think.  She didn’t take anything from anyone and it was not in a mean way, but firm and well done.  One, strong and well rounded, so very different from her peers and yet, she fit so well with the group.  I admired her.

The last, the grooms woman, was amazing, sweet and very nice.  Her girlfriend was a lovely girl that I could see why they were together.  I liked her a lot.  She was amazing.

Then, there was the “adopted” mother of the groom.  She is older, a bit wild, but she loves him as a son and has been very nice to my niece.  She makes an awesome “Bucket Salad” – I am seriously considering begging for the recipe.

The hair dresser I could have skipped….. while she may have been a friend to one of the ladies involved, I did not care for her or her judgmental, rude ways.  She made the maid of honor weep (inside) and the bride uncomfortable.  She insulted the mother of the bride and me….. I wear dentures, and it was early so of course my teeth were not in and it was busy busy in my kitchen.  She commented, after she saw me dressed how pretty I was with my teeth in – I commented back “I know!  But I am always a pretty woman!”

The rest of them, I will leave alone…..mostly because it will serve no purpose and it will hurt people needlessly.  But, as you can see this group of people was very diverse and, particularly the women, I watched them carefully.  I wanted to understand something.

Why can’t we be supportive of each other?  I don’t mean agree with every word or pretend that someone looks good with the nasty bed head and cheddar teeth…. but when someone is nice, tell them so!  When you feel a warmth to another person, be kind, not critical!

With women this seems particularly hard.  It is as if we are so afraid that the other person is going to “steal” some attention or be “prettier” than we are that we don’t see the truth at all.  Everyone gets attention for different things…. be it someone just likes them or they did something nice or they are interesting to look at, aesthetically pleasing… etc.  You can’t steal those things and no one is prettier than anyone else, except inside.  Because everyone sees you differently than everyone else.

Women, the only part of the species that has allowed themselves to be cowed.  To be bought and sold for millennium by the males of our species…. they should stand together.  But they don’t.  They sell each other as fast as males do and with more callous ways than a man does.

Why can’t we stand together?  Why can’t we see this is why we are not  able to be equal to our counterparts?  Sigh.


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