ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sometimes I wonder if people even listen to the actual words politicians are saying. As a late talk show host used to constantly remind his listeners, “WORDS MEAN THINGS.”
(Great poem, by the way.👍)
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
Sometimes I wonder if people even listen to the actual words politicians are saying. As a late talk show host used to constantly remind his listeners, “WORDS MEAN THINGS.”
(Great poem, by the way.👍)
Sadly, that’s all it takes! Great poem!
Reminds me of when she said Congress needed to pass Obamamamamacare “so we can find out what is in [the bill].” 😒
Yee Gads! I pray for her.
It’s the booze. I’m sure of it.