GODLESS to GOD

Good morning! ☕️🍂🍃 

*Please forgive the grammatical errors, boys and girls. You kids are far more text savvy blogging in your autumn mittens.

I dinged my index finger so Imma tapping one key at a time with my middle finger. 

I write these blogs over the course of days, sometimes weeks, longer when half your fingernail snaps off opening your storage locker. Luckily I had ONE band aid left on me from my days working in the kitchen. I recently restocked. I know me. I need band aids on me at all times. 

And hey, did someone send me love from above? 🫶

A few days later new skin grew over the exposed tender flesh where the nail once was, thankfully, because if you've never experienced what it's like to have a toe or fingernail rip off, let's just say you come to appreciate the value of a toe or fingernail as you will bump the raw tender exposed flesh on EVERYTHING every thirty seconds of every freakin' day. 

There's a lot of jumping around on here as per usual but if you can follow a Tarantino film, you got this.

ALSO

I would just like to say, if you're an adult human being, how are you still in bed at 7:38am? How do you not have things to do? Walk your dog. Feed your family breakfast. How did your bladder not wake you up for the third time by 5am? Sunday, a day of rest, I still have a ton of things to do, every day really, a ton of things. This is why I refuse to clean up after a man ever again. I've got enough on my plate as it is. A teenager in bed until noon, sure, an adult, no. If you're not a drunk or a drug addict how are you still in bed at 8am? Granted, I naturally wake up at 4am. I have my tea, listen to the news, play my phone app game, knit, eat breakfast, wash dishes, take out the trash, tidy up, wash my face, etc., and when my phone finishes charging I'm headed to the laundry mat down the street. Even when I was in my 30's and 40's, sleeping in was 8am but only if I didn't go to bed until 2am. In part you know what I think it is, time is running out. I feel it. Our generation, GEN X, our time is running out. News of someone dying doesn't just touch us, it taps us on the shoulder. Know what I mean. 

A friend of mine, 14 years older than me, died three years ago now, used to tell me his morning routine of scooping the cat litter, feeding the cat, washing up, drinking his first two cups of coffee and running out the door to work, all within an hour. And I would ask him, "Wouldn't it be better to wake up an extra hour earlier and have some time for yourself? Eat a little breakfast, even if it's just a toasted bagel and cream cheese." And he would get so mad at me for suggesting it. "I don't have time, Lisa!" He'd scold. I learned from my travels and talking to people from other countries that taking care of yourself FIRST every morning helps you deal with whatever life throws at you even if that means waking up at 4am. I grew up in a German neighborhood. Most of Minnesota was German until the 80's. We all grew up speaking a form of German. It was an elective language taught to us in high school. Back then adults always woke up early just to have their "me time" before starting the day. Because at the end of the day, after dinner and dishes, etc., you're going to be no more tired than if you woke up an hour earlier than usual just to have that private "me time" - drink your coffee, eat your avocado toast, do the crossword puzzle, whatever, and then start the madness of your day. I'm told repeatedly that women from other countries always get up an hour or two early just to take care of themselves FIRST before anyone else. They make themselves whatever breakfast they want to eat, spend 20 to 30 minutes on a hobby (like knitting) etc., and then deal with the rest of the world. And for them it's worth getting up an hour earlier because at the end of the day they're no more tired. So yes, I get up before the sun. The whole "lets spend the day in bed" is nonsense. How boring. I got things to do. Even when I'm sick I don't want to spend the day in bed.          

Anyway.

Here we go.

At this rate, after Trump, it's going to be a Democrat in the White House next 8 years at least. Cutting off SNAP/EBT is THE WORST political move EVER. Starving the American people is not only CRUEL and monstrous, it's political party suicide. Trump and all his minions are Godless. 

I need a moment. 

Breath. 

Autumn in Minnesota. 

Love this time of year. 🍂 ✨️  

Thank for not releasing the hounds, Mr. Smithers. 😏

As we enter my third month back home in Minnesota, I observe the difference between actual Minnesotans like myself and the outsiders who moved here. I'm not talking about Somalians, fact is, I've seen and met very few Somalians and the ones I did meet were at their place of employment and all were very professional and super-duper nice. No, I'm talking about the outsiders, the takers, the creepers, the thieves and destroyers of wildlife, people who don't even like wildlife but move here anyway. How (WHY) did you move to Minnesota when you don't like wildlife? Minnesota is wildlife. Move back to wherever you came from. Leave. Git! We don't want your state or country's debris either. The good thing is, city will always be city. Riff-raff will always stay in the city here with the riff-raff. As a kid growing up in my hometown we never went into the twin cities. Why would we? We had everything we wanted right in our small home town. On occasion outsiders tried to move in to the towns but they always got hustled out within a week. Small towns where every house has guns and very little to no law enforcement, can be a scary place for outsiders trying to kill our wildlife.

This past month of October into November is the most I ever spent in Minneapolis and I can't leave here fast enough. Minneapolis is one of those cities that has absolutely gorgeous historic architecture - alas, highly questionable people mill about it every day with zero ambition to do anything else but loiter. They don't even try to better their lives. Zombies. Got nothing. Do nothing. Nowhere to be. Become nothing. This is why we need our missions. We need to help the people who want to better their lives and are willing to do the work so they don't get caught up in riff-raff.  

I move next month into a nice suburb. Sure, it's 4K a month all inclusive to live in but that's what keeps the riff-raff out. Unlike Beverly Hills and Bel Air, California, where the riff-raff still invades those cities like cockroaches every day, places like Edina and Eden Prarie, the men there will just shoot the riff-raff and drag their bodies off into the woods. I don't condone violence but sometimes I do understand it. 

I have an outdoor patio which is lovely. I can have my morning tea outside with a squirrel charcuterie board. Gotta keep those little fellers fat in the winter. "Just a small town girl..."

I came back to Minnesota to re-root. I had an Uber driver the other day, Paul, my age (he said he was 60) also bred in Minnesota like me, and we agreed it would be nice to see each other again. It was nice chatting with him. I felt like I was home. I came back for men like you, Paul. Men who get where I'm coming from. God bless you!

And since I have my own patio at the Edina place, maybe I'll get a dog. The building is pet friendly. I haven't had dogs since I was a kid. Big beautiful German Shephard (Brook) and a big beautiful black Lab/Dobie mix (Duchess). I haven't thought about them in a long time. Great dogs. High energy. Loyal. Fierce. Protective. Full of love. Dogs need so much however. I've only had cats since them. Well, we'll see. 

I'm done with Airbnb. I'm going back to hotels and corporate housing until I get remarried. I don't want to commit to anything like a lease because I do plan to remarry. Part of my coming back to Minnesota is to find my next husband. He'll have a house. I'm finding Airbnb hosts are using the app for personal reasons rather than business - like the drunk woman who wanted a friend and kept texting me after I checked out. Good grief, lady. We're not friends. It's a business. "Do you need anything?" No thanks. And that's the end of the conversation, dig?

My next husband doesn't have to be a Christian but I do insist he be a man with God. A man who believes in God. He doesn't have to believe Christ/God or the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, but he does have to have God in his life. You can believe in the big bang theory, I do, but who do you suppose created that. A Godless man will only commit injury to all around him including his wife. Look at Donald Trump. Look at all the injury that Godless man commits to his family and the American people every day. 

Men of no God have a hole in their hearts that will never be filled. A man of no God will use people to make himself feel momentarily better at any cost to them. 

As a Stoic, raised a Stoic, as a Christian, raised a Christian, I would encourage people not to marry until their heart is full, complete. If you have a hole in your heart only God will know how to fix it. Pray. Ask for guidance. You will receive it. 

A Godless man will use his wife to get the attention of other women. He will turn his wife into a whore for his entertainment. That is what a Godless man does. 

Marriage is loyalty first to your spouse. No extra marital relations. No gaslighting. Men are lucky to be married in 2025. There's a huge male loneliness epidemic going on right now. Just because you found one subservient woman to marry you, bow down to you, don't mean there's more out there. There's not, trust me. They're all married. Women who are single, like me, with our own life and money, don't need a man. Meh.   

I married a Swede back in 2002 and that was a HUGE mistake. What could we possibly have in common. Nothing. That's the answer. We had nothing in common. We both made money and had we stuck to the marital plan we both could have retired at 50. That was our plan. That's what we had in common, money and early retirement. What was I thinking. After a few years I saw the writing on the wall, but I was in my 30's and being harassed by friends and family to finally get married and stay married, so I got married to the next guy who came along which was the Swede. Him in the medical business, me as a restaurant manager, we made 130K jointly in 2002. Not a bad chunk of change back then. No kids. No outstanding debts. Alas, he was a man with no God. He choose to live in sin after we got married, boozing and cheating. No thanks. I bailed out. I took my body, my money, my self respect and left. 

And look, Unless a fella is lumberjack and/or a forest ranger of some kind, I'm not remotely interested. And even then, he would have to be a another pure bred Minnesotan like me in my age bracket. I'm not the only divorced Minnesotan out there. I'm confident I'll be remarried in 2026.

Most important, I have my own money. That's everything for a woman's independence, money. Women with no money, who refuse to make her own money, they unfortunately too often succumb to being owned by a man without God. I volunteer at the mission. I see what life is like for those women 20 years down the road after they been chucked aside for a younger woman, or abandoned all together with four kids. It's a hard life for them. After the parents die, a hard luck woman can only hope her kids will support her, or that missions like the one I'm associated with still exist. If a woman truly wants to get out of the hole put herself into, she has to do the work. And let me ask you gals, can you look at your husband right now and with confidence say to God, "He loves me. He respects me. He would never cheat on me. He appreciates me. He's not looking to replace me. He wants to grow old with me and no one else." Well, can you?  

It's a tough road out there these days. I'm thankful for what I have. I thank God every day, many times a day, for providing. I know how hard it is for people who have no family or divorce money. 

My old landlord from ten years ago had the most fascinating life story. He grew up so poor in the Ozarks his dad would kill a deer or whatever animal he could kill, and after skinning the hide and cutting up the animal meat, his mom would salt the meat for storage, and that's what they lived on until his dad's next kill. This landlord grew up so poor he dug ditches for change. Actual quarters. But God smiled kindly on him. One boss on a construction site would teach him something, another boss would teach him something else, and then another, and then another, until he had a full skillset on constructing houses, and from there he went on to build houses, purchase houses, purchase land, and twenty years later he owned a dozen properties throughout Los Angeles. He became another millionaire in California. Of course, all that happened in the 80's, 90's, and 2000's when everyone had money to rent and buy homes. No one has that kind of now in 2025 starting from scratch. However, he screwed it all up. He took himself down. He thought he could have anything he wanted after becoming a millionaire. People who grew up poor like him have no idea how to live in society. They have no idea how to handle money. They think they can buy their way out of trouble when they get money, and sometimes they can, until they can't. This man brought upon himself all those legal woes because he felt he could do anything he wanted after becoming wealthy. In the end he died alone. His three kids and their children barely waited for the old man to die before plucking every last dollar off him. How sad. Same old story though, eh? 

At 57 years of age (in January) I just want a cabin in the woods, perhaps a little farm, some corn, an old man sitting in a rocker beside my rocker feeding the squirrels. What bliss.  

        

In my current rental, on occasion I get visits from squirrels, birds, and one time a very stubborn bee who, sorry buzzy, finally got the hint and left after I hustled it's black and yellow fuzzy butt back out the window. I then started making this wildlife charcuterie board when I have the window open because there's no screen and I feel it's kinda rude to not put anything out if I'm going to have the window open. That's just how I was raised in the Minnesota prairie circa 1979. God's land. Not man's.

If you don't leave a charcuterie board of all natural raw fruits & nuts for the squirrels, we can't be friends. I mean we can, but you'll have to put out your own wildlife charcuterie board. 

This be some old school Minnesota wildlife hospitality right here! 🍂🍃🌰🐿

I love this man and his social media MAGA wrecking crew so very much.

Too funny.

AMEN!

Dear Usha Vance, give up your Indian culture if you want to be First Lady. Get yourself baptized and become a real Christian. Erika Kirk has no problems kicking your Hindu butt to the curb. She's got MAGA blonde ambition! Trust that. Although, you could gamble. Wait it out. Trump ain't doing the Republicans any favors by starving the American people.    

JD Vance's lewd behavior on stage with Erika Kirk in front of his wife was Usha's silent nudge out the door because if there's one thing a young woman like Erika will pride herself on it's showing her dominance over anyone's (soon to be) ex-wife. Sure, Usha could stand her ground, stand by her man, but she's not looking so hot if that photo is current. How bad does Usha want to be First Lady? She's gotta want it bad. You know Erika Kirk wants it super bad. Add to that, no white Christian nationalist will have an Indian Hindu as First Lady. I'm not saying it's right or wrong, I'm just saying.

And look, myself a Christian, a protestant baptized Catholic as a baby, not my fault I had no say, nonetheless, as a Christian I WANT my president and First Lady to bow their heads, give thanks, and seek guidance from God at the National Prayer Breakfast. I want them to be grateful. I want all America's leaders to bow their heads and give thanks. I don't know if this new foundation has the same pull as the Fellowship Foundation, and even though I had some issues with that past foundation, regardless I want my president and First Lady to thank God. You're just a man, sir. Just a man. Put your faith in God, not man.    

AND

Here's the thing, I don't think the core of Charlie Kirk was bad. Wait, hear me out. I don't think the core of Ben Shapiro is bad. I actually like Ben Shapiro, to a point. Have they both said things I disagree with, of course. Do/did they both support a political party with that muttering orange turnip as it's leader, yes. Do I find that utterly disappointing, absolutely. I find that disappointing because they're both way too smart to back such a total complete imbecile. Charlie Kirk was way too smart, likewise Ben Shapiro is way too smart to be party-blind and obedient to such an imbecile. And I get it's all showy-showbiz, but c'mon. You're too smart, Mr. Shapiro. 

*Calling Trump a turnip is an insult to turnips. I apologize to all turnips and turnip farmers everywhere. Trump's a total complete greedy selfish imbecile, not a turnip. 

AND ANOTHER THING

Let's be perfectly clear here, MAGA is neither Republican or Christian. No real American Republican or Christian has ever separated children from their parents and put them in cages. Not in this country. No real Republican or Christian would ever purposely allow people including children and babies in America to starve. No real Republican or Christian would ever expect the military and air traffic controllers to work for FREE while congress continues to pay themselves. Know why? KNOW WHY? Because no First Lady would ever allow it - other than the useless one we current have. Assuming we still have a First Lady. I mean who knows for sure. She was MIA the first term. She's MIA in the second. Maybe it's for the best. She's an imbecile also. 

** I'm not talking about the Japanese concentration camps. As much as I hate it, it was during war time. All's fair in love and war? 

MAGA are not Republicans or Christians. They're a malevolent wonton cult in too much eye makeup.

Furthermore, being perfectly clear, I don't claim to be "perfect" by a long stretch of the imagination. God knows I have my many flaws. I'm impatient. I'm exhausted by the country's overpopulation, I still F bomb when I'm super-duper angry. I'm exhausted by the giant homeless population and crime that generally comes with it. And I'm really annoyed when people go to bed at 2am, then sleep until the following 2pm, and then complain there's nothing for them in the world while moaning GenX had it so easy. Excuse me? Maybe try getting up before the crack of noon. And yes, I never experienced a school shooting or anything remotely close to 9/11, but my generation grew up on tree bark and rainwater, eating ants and crayons, drinking hose water with our lips touching that sun scalding hot metal connector ring. Our toys left literal scars on our bodies yet we still refer to those days as "Good times!" It wasn't easy, my guy. It was what it was. And we never complained. I didn't learn how to complain until I got married. I never had anything to complain about before then. Luckily I was also raise Stoic. I fixed my problems no matter the price. 

God tests my my love for Him every single day. Testing me. Dear Lord, Heavenly Father, HOLD ME BACK, or at the very least hold my earrings! 

As we all voice our opinions on SNAP benefits being horrifically cut off by Mr. president-deflated-orange-tube-donkey, I will also agree an unregulated abusive amount of illegals DO come here solely to reap the benefits of our country's blind generosity. That said, until you (government) fix that problem, you still need to feed the American people. The American people should not suffer because no one has fixed the system. That's a YOU-government problem, not the American people problem. Don't put your woes on us the people. Do your jobs, fix the broken system and FEED THE PEOPLE. No one in this country legal or not should starve. No one. This is shameful. 

Iknowright?! 💯 

I went to Mall of America today. I thought there was a Kohl's inside the mall but no. I got my iced latte and went next door to IKEA for lunch, only they weren't serving lunch yet. Batting a thousand, kids, dontcha know. While at the mall there was a long line that wrapped around the building and heavy armed security. "What's up?" I asked security. "A new Popmart opened." He says. Pop Mart? POP MART? This line and all you heavily armed security is for a toy store? Wow.  

While I was at the mall I shot a pic of some Christmas decorations and I guess this fella thought I was taking a picture of him. 😊 

The dude next to him made a grumpy face 😠, and the man next to both of them wondered if they were both retarded because I'm clearly taking a picture of the Christmas decoration. 😆

Speaking of Christmas decorations...

I have a bunch of Christmas decoration to make for the mission. I donated my Christmas tree to the mission too since I'll be in Edina now for Christmas. I'm so excited! 

Awaken in me a heartfelt desire for the sincere milk of the word, as the newborn babes. Grant that my highest pleasure and delight may ever center in Thy word. May nothing be dearer to me in this world than Thy word; may I love it more than gold and much fine gold, ever considering it my best treasure. --Amen.

Ok bye from Minnesota!

FIRST LADY KIRK?

Good morning!

*Please forgive the grammatical errors.

And the lesson here regarding escaped Hep C monkeys is, DON'T TEST ON ANIMALS. That's the lesson. Don't test on animals. 

I think whoever rented my room before me fed this squirrel:

This adorable little fluff comes by regularly. 

It's a very Minnesota thing to do when you live among rabbits & squirrels to feed them. HOWEVER I try not to so they can forage for themselves BUT with more and more building development on God's land, foraging can be a challenge for these poor little creatures. This particular squirrel comes by at least twice a day. And since there is no screen on the window, whenever I want it open there's a chance I'll see the squirrel. Therefor, the little guy or gal can help me eat my blueberries and carrots. I never finish them in time anyway.

I have sunflower seeds and pistachio nuts too but they're lighted salted and flavored. Not good for wildlife. 

Have you seen Russell Hartley online? The things he says reminds me of my grandma. 😁 

Russell Hartley, who I believe is married, mentioned in one of his short reels that he's connected to TikTok somehow and (in part) that's how he makes his money. Joking aside, there's truth in what he says. Hartley does joke around quite a bit BUT he also says the same things my grandmother used to tell my brothers and me. 

Our dad taught my brothers young that women are expensive and if you want a woman you need a car, a house, and a stable good paying job. Its not complicated, boys. Your job is to provide. It's funny to me when men who are 40+ forget they were raised that way too. Oh how they conveniently forget that society in the 70's and 80's pushed men to be leaders, providers, American success stories, unlike today it seems where young men don't have the same motivation to be successful. Young men today are in big trouble. Ever since getting my Ring cam, story after story in the Ring cam community is a young (usually) black male stealing Amazon packages and looking into parked cars. Even in my neighborhood, I pass by the same young black males on the street who are just lurking, following people around, waiting for an opportunity to steal something, to mug someone muggable. That's why I do whatever I can to help the twin cities Catholic mission with meals and care packages, because those fellas want to get off the streets. Those fellas are helping themselves get clean, learn a trade, find a job, etc. And if that means they have to share a quad (dorm) with nine other bunk bed roomies just to have a roof over their heads, three meals a day, a shower, clean clothes, and learning annexes, plus read the Bible every day too, welp, beats living on the street, right?   

The Lutheran church tends to help women and children more with housing, childcare, raising children, etc., so, whatever I can do to help the Catholic church get these men back on their feet, I'm in. Let's go. America needs our men strong and able, not weak and hopeless. 

AND...

I mentor all young women, if a man you like insists you work outside the home, earn a paycheck outside the home, and do all the cleaning, cooking, and raising children, what on earth do you need him for? 2025 science, honey. You don't even need direct contact with a man to get pregnant. I don't encourage single women to get pregnant. I'm against it actually. But if you have the money to stay home and raise a child, good for you. Adoption is also an option. 

I said it on my last blog for ten years, I'll say it here too, I am a big believer of gender roles even if the couple consists of two women or two men. Gender roles, meaning a feminine role, and a masculine role. Feminine role runs the home, masculine role runs the country/world (meaning anything outside the home). 

If I have to tell a man to take out the trash or mow the lawn, ugh repeatedly, what's the point of having him around, to give me aggravation? No thanks. I'll mow the lawn or pay the neighbor boy to, and take out the trash my dang self, and he can go stew somewhere else most likely never considering what he did wrong. And that's just mowing the lawn and taking out the trash!  

AND ANOTHER THING 

Don't take a gal out and then complain about how much money you spent on her. Thank goodness I have my own money because if some guy took me out on a date and then complained about how much he spent, or even worse expected something at the end of the night, he might risk being one appendage short. 

You've seen theTikToks of gals recording their boyfriends/husbands on the kitchen floor literally crying like babies after being caught cheating and then told to pack up and hit the road. This is what happens when we lose our male mentors for the boys. 

Unpopular opinion: Once your son is in fourth grade he don't need his mama anymore. He needs his daddy or any educated/successful male mentor. Is there still a Big brother/Little brother program out there? Because fellas, if you have two hours every Saturday and you're available for an occasional phone call just to keep a boy doing well in high school guiding him to the next step of success afterwards, what an impact on all of society you will have made with just a little bit of your time. 

America is so ready for the next Martin Luther King JR, President John F. Kennedy, and even President Ronald Reagan. We are ready. We need those mindful articulate true American leaders. Or at the very least  better speech writers. Those guys had the speeches that moved America. 2025 I have no idea what the president or government are saying and doing anymore. Who knows. 

I want to see more women care about social issues. I'm angry the First Lady does absolutely nothing with her office. What has she done with her office? Correct me if I'm wrong. What has she done for the betterment of women,  children, the poor, the hungry, the unhoused, or anything to move this country towards social progress. 

I want to see more women be involved in volunteer work. I want to see more men care about their homes and country by being part of the solution. Marches and flyers, websites and podcasts, will not make American leaders of industry. Entertaining, yes. Leaders of industry, no. Hard work, education in a trade (an actual TRADE) and ingenuity keeps America independent and strong. Granted, I'll be dead in 20 or 30 years but I don't want to see America and Americans flailing any more than we are now. 

 

There's a scene in the movie VICE, ladies, put your foot down! Tell him to make something of himself or he can go pay for hookers, get an incurable disease, and be a big fat "ZE-RO!" for the rest of his life. Because no trad-wife will have anything less in a trad-husband than a lifetime earning financial success with shared family/social values. Simple. Tell him to straighten his back up!  

America needs to do better. Our men need to do better. Sure, we could entertain the notion that women could rule the country but what about the male population? What then would we do with the men folk? Y'all worried about Reagan nuking the world, well the orange turnip currently in OUR white house cares more about a ballroom than he does making certain we maintain dominance over dictators like Kim Jong Un, furthermore care for the American people. I worry, seriously worry, Trump will hand over America to Russia, China, or North Korea. That's a real concern. Trump is the kind of man who would start WWIII just to stay president. FYI, for a war like that, as in every world war, there's a draft. For you younger generations, historically that means all men between 18 to 65 years of age will have to register with the government for the draft lotto. If/once the majority of 18 to 45 year old men are killed or MIA in war or whatever, the government will draft-lotto the remaining 45 to 65 year old men. Remind me again, who runs the Department of Defense War? And ladies... 

Guess who takes up the slack on American soil while the fellas are fighting Trump's war, that's right, YOU. And if you think you don't make enough money now at your job, welp, let me say it this way, you know how when you were a kid your parents told you to babysit your little sister for free because she's your little sister and you love her, right? Yeah, it'll be like that if there's a war. You love America, right? Of course you do, and that's why the government will insist women working for free during wartime. Just saying. EXAMPLE: American politicians are happy to keep paying themselves while shutting down the government meanwhile forcing the country into free labor and starvation. That's what's going on right now. Monsters.

Every week things in this country just gets worse and worse and worse. Food costs, out of control. Medical costs, out of control. Unemployment rate, out of control. Jobs being gouged for the sake of saving a buck, out of control. Price of housing, out of control. Government pay themselves while the American people starve. Every week this country spirals more and more out of control. Every week. That's not an immigration problem. That's an incompetent uneducated orange jackass who don't give AF about anyone but himself - problem. And really, does that man not know by now he's orange? That's not a normal skin color. Never in my lifetime did I think I would have to actually say FEED THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. FEED YOUR PEOPLE.

We American Gen X elders survived Bush I & II. War on American soil was always a possibility with those two BUT not only is war a possibility now with Trump, I'm not the least bit confident America would be on the winning side. What happened to America's dominance? Tourism is WAY down since Trump took office not only because tourists don't want to be harassed by ICE agents but who wants to go to a country where the leader most likely wants to go to war just stay a third term in office? "Putin, good. Putin, bad. China, good, China, bad. Tariff. No tariff. Tarriff. No tarriff." Not only that, but the way Trump politically bends over for China, Russia, and North Korea on his coherent "good days" is utterly disturbing, while creating static with Canada and Venezuela. If Trump wants to tell anyone to F off, tell Putin, not Canada and Venezuela. What's wrong with this guy? If you told me Trump was selling America to the highest bidder, I would not be surprised. Maybe one of his dictator buddies want a new ballroom? Selling America sounds like it could be a chapter straight out of his book Art of the Deal. Amiright? Maybe he's building a ballroom for Putin? Who knows. After his embarrassing "Come on, grandpa, over here" behavior with Japan's new Prime Minister, anything is possible. 

Boys and girls, young people are for DOING. Old people (like me) are for advising and mentoring. No more over 70 year old geezers running for the White house. Let's make a rule, if you cannot run up the White House steps, you should not serve a term IN the white house. How about that. Cap the age limit to run for president to 65. If you're collecting social security you're too old to be president. Not sorry. If at 57 years of age I'm too old to be a waitress, at 70 you're too old to run an entire country and her people. 

Agreed, Mr. Chieng. HOWEVER...

Common sense plays a large role here too, as well as motivation and desire to succeed. If someone lacks motivation and common sense, they're not going to read or study.  

Most dogs and men are motivated the same way. "Whose a good boy? Are you a good boy? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! What a good boy! Such a good boy! Now who wants a treat?" And dogs are motivated the same way.

AND LOOK...

We all knew Usha Vance was going to take a severe political beating but did she know? There was no way the MAGA party was going to accept Usha. No way. If an affair between these two is true, it would not surprise me one bit. Marriage is marriage, but possibly being the next president of the United States 🇺🇸 or the next First Lady, is too intoxicating for these two to give Usha Vance a second thought. 

Let the slut shaming roll. Unlike the Catholic church I am pro slut shaming. 

Oh dear.

Anyway...

Last night was Halloween. This wins best costume! So cute! Thank you for posting.

Do people actually take their kids out trick or treating still? How safe is that candy I wonder. I imagine Halloween parties for kids are held at their schools. Remember when we were kids some people handed out boxes of raisins. I actually liked the raisins. Not a big candy eater. 

Because I spend time at the mission and I take the metro, twice last week I started to feel funky. I had a flu shot in LA before coming out to MN but this isn't that. I'm going to move closer to the mission once my current room rental Eexpires in January. I want to spend more time being useful there. Herd immunity. I'll get used to the environment. 

For the first time ever I had to buy a Ring cam for my room rental. People just can't help themselves. They have to be nosy. I'm done with airbnb also. When I travel I'm going to stay in hotels. Its cheaper and no one gets in your business. I'm so tired of people going through my stuff. Like what are you looking for? My old lady cotten underwear? Plus, I started getting heart burn after I ate for like a week. Weird. Like someone was messing with my food. Now that I got the Ring cam my food is fine. No more heartburn. Hmm. This is the world we live in. Cameras. Can't trust anyone anymore. Oh well. Cheaper to eat out anyway. I found a great Greek restaurant, and pizza shop with tasty calzones, nearby. Finding food remotely close to the food I grew up with is super difficult in this neighborhood. My how times have changed. Where are the German and Swedish restaurants? Where are the steak and potatoes? This is still Minnesota, eh? How many Thai restaurants does one street need? Amiright? That's my only gripe. You do you, but Minnesota still needs it's hearty meat and potatoes take out. Believe it or not, there still exist Minnesotans in Minnesota. 

As I was saying, I advise everyone who stays in airbnb these days to get a Ring cam for your protection. If the home owner objects they're 💯 shady. Just go back to staying in hotels. Besides, you could stay at the Hilton or Four Seasons for the same amount of money pretty much. Off topic, I'm suddenly craving a Margherita pizza. 

Now that I've been wearing my cross again my Hashimoto's flair up has "coincidentally" gone away. I don't believe in coincidences. I do believe in faith, prayer, and mind over matter. Thank you, God, for taking care of me. 

I'll let Pope Leo XIV take us out. 

 OK bye!

 

OLD GAL DROPPING TRUTH

Good morning. ☕️ Happy autumn. 🍃🍂

* Please forgive the grammatical errors. **My stroked out broken brain sometimes say things backwards but if you understand Dr. Seuss, you'll get my meaning. I started this blog few weeks ago. Busy. Plus, some medical things have come up. I have (among other things) Hashimoto's autoimmune disease which can flare up due to stress. I thought into my second month back home in Minnesota my nerves would calm down, but no. I'm a nervy person. Genetics. I never know I'm stressed out until something odd happens like I go blind in one eye. My dad and I are wired like that.  

This is my favorite tweet of the month so far. 

Amen. I'm willing to guess over 90K of those likes were from women. 

     

Every man (and woman) needs time ALONE to correct things in his (or her) life. You fix you. Take that first step alone, and then another, and then another, and keep going until you reach your short term goal/s. Short term goal after short term goal. When you succeed, alone without a wife, without a girlfriend, you learn how to be alone and that way you are not a burden to your future wife/mate should you decide to have one. Learn to live alone, deal with life alone, make accomplishments alone. And by "alone" I mean just you, with help from friends and family if needed, but no significant other. Have that independence FIRST before committing to someone else in a relationship. Be a partner in a relationship not a burden. It also allows you to love who you love when the right time comes - and not partnering up with a complete stranger out of sheer desperation for financial and emotional security. That goes for both men and women.  

I will never deal with this again like I did nearly every single day in my first marriage.  

Back in 2022 after my ischemic stroke, end of Covid, etc., I emailed my first love, a guy I pined after for years. After swapping a few messages I stopped pining for him. My pining for him finally came to an end. In 2022 he was still the same mess he was in 1989. He was a mess then and I always hoped he would grow out of it but he didn't. We swapped messages in 2022, and that was all, then a few days ago he emailed me again responding to the 2022 email like it was the first time he read the email. It reminded me of talking with my oldest brother. He's like that. A big event could have happened ten years ago (like a death in the family) and he'll text you about it like he wasn't at the funeral - when he was. Like how did you forget that person died? You were at the funeral, bro. And that's my first love. He was like that in 1989 and he's like that now. When people say marriage is hard work, this is what they mean. I believe my sister-in-law would divorce my brother in a New York second, but since she's been towing the line financially for over ten years she'd be paying him the lifetime of alimony. "Cheaper to keep her" and they have a kid. 

For the first time in my 56 years of life, I was hit up for money on the street by an Asian man. An Asian man. Crazy, eh. He didn't ask for "spare change" or "bus fare" which in MN is $2, no, he straight up asked me for "$5 or $2" cash. Wow. He was a young man in his 20's, spoke better English than me, all his limbs seemed to work as he continued walking down the sidewalk, and he didn't look any more disheveled than the typical company basement IT guy or college professor. Not sure what his deal was/is. Mental illness perhaps? Anyway, no, I don't give my signature or money on the street as a rule especially so close to where I'm staying. I have given money to a (clearly) homeless Asian man camped outside of an Asian market in Las Vegas, Chinatown, once, but that was different. He was very elderly and didn't follow me down the sidewalk asking for money. He was just sitting outside the exit glass doors of a market holding a sign. Across from him was a church mission gal with a money bucket and a sign. Take your pick. I'm more likely to give money, if to anyone, to someone silently sitting outside a grocery store with a sign than to someone harassing me on the sidewalk begging for cash. I've never given sidewalk cash. There's a local coop grocery store on the corner from the nearby metro stop I use, and every single time I walk past the coop there's investors waiting on the street to harass me to join them. How annoying. They'll follow me for a block literally harassing me to become a coop investor. Maybe (just a thought) more locals would be interested in the coop grocery store if you didn't have people harassing potential shoppers and investors on the sidewalk. Just saying. And I don't know what the angry lesbians working at the local chain grocery stores are so mad about but good Lord are they angry at the world. They especially hate gals who wear makeup and make an attempt to look feminine before leaving the house. Look, I was raised in the 70's & 80's. I like makeup. I like wearing makeup. The only time I don't wear makeup when I leave the house is if I have a hat hiding my face, or it's early enough in the day somewhere it doesn't matter what I look like. This is how I'm hard wired. Deal with it all ye angry young lesbians.  

Though I am not Catholic (I'm protestant/Lutheran) I donate time and money towards a certain Catholic mission to assist people any way I can. I donate time and materials to the Lutheran church too but Catholic churches have always had better resources to combat hunger and homelessness - like a cafeteria/kitchen, living quads, resources towards medical and dental, etc. And this one Catholic mission in particular puts aiding people over religious propaganda, or so it seems. Amen. The Catholic mission closer to where I'm staying makes you sign legal disclosures I'm uncomfortable with and they want the rights to use your image for propaganda and ad campaigns. Not cool. Hard no. Just help people. I won't get in your way of sermons and life improving prerequisites like promising to attend employment workshops, and promising to not use drugs or alcohol, or separating the men from women and children while living in the quads. I'm 100% all for that, HOWEVER, I'm against church PR people running around the cafeteria with photographers snapping clicks at people just trying to eat lunch. I'm donating my time serving lunches and don't want to be part of any Catholic church ad campaigns. JUST HELP PEOPLE with no strings attached. 

AND ANOTHER THING.

This isn't a protestant/Christian stance, this is a ME stance as a female human being who has lived a hefty amount of time on earth. Don't put your woes on Christ. Don't blame God. God creates - it's up to you to decide what to do with said creations. Humans have only themselves to blame for poor the choices they make. Own your bad decisions. That's on you. Own them, correct them, then move on and live better. Make better choices. As a Christian I turn to God for guidance because I don't have anyone else. I can talk to my teddy bear, sometimes I do, but aside from being cute and adorable, someone to hug when I need a hug, I don't get much feedback. Instead, I pray. When your path to a healthier better life means excluding all those in your life who anchor you down and want to keep you down, it can get pretty lonely. I pray. I ask God for guidance and I get it. But that's me. Do what you have to do to live a healthier, more productive, satisfying life. Live better. You deserve it. 

AND

Two things I will never stop mentioning:

1. If you are two able bodied people in a relationship, have more than me, Be doing better than me, elsewise someone in your relationship is nothing but an anchor around the other person's neck. Apartments are not meant for couples. No mother or father on this planet will ever say to their daughter, "Oh, he can't afford a house or children, that's fine, marry him anyway." NO PARENT says that to a daughter in 2025 or ever! If you cannot afford a wife do not marry her. If you cannot afford a girlfriend do not live with her. Stay single, living apart, until you can afford a wife or live-in girlfriend IN A HOUSE. Two abled people in a relationship with combined financial resources need to live IN A HOUSE. If it's a one person income relationship because the other person is raising children, than that one person better be able to afford A HOUSE or what the heck are you doing in a relationship in the first place!

2. Women need to stop thinking of herself as whores. No, I don't sugarcoat words like these. I appreciate women's lib to get a job to support herself while she's single, equal pay, equal rights, equal opportunity, etc., I appreciate that 100%. What I don't understand, will never understand or appreciate, is a woman who has sex just for the heck of it. Young lady, are you serious?! Just for the heck of it. No reason. He's not your husband, he doesn't own his own house, you're not financially independent, you don't own your own house, not even enough to rent a house, but you're just giving your body away in some dinky one bedroom little apartment for what - absolutely nothing. Just whoring yourself out for the heck of it. Sex is a self harmful way to make money. I'm 100% against it. "Consenting adults" some people say. No. A thousand times no. It's not consent when she believes sex will keep her alive. That's not consent. That's called a purchase. You're purchasing her like a pizza. And again, I don't share the same faith as the Catholic church but I will support any institution if it helps people off the streets, off harmful lifestyles, into employment, and into a healthier maintained lifestyle. Do you know what women who whore themselves turn into - desperate. They turn desperate. Never underestimate the dangers of a 40 year old woman who has nothing, became nothing, owns nothing, is too old to have sugar daddies, they then turn desperate and YOU sir may walk past them one day when their desperation is at it's peak. Do you really want to be on the next episode of Snapped? That's why I support this particular Catholic mission, they aid people into healthier lifestyles. Healthier choices. 

I'm so glad I received my (albeit modest) inheritance after I was divorced. I don't know what the divorce laws say in CA about marriage and inheritances but that would have been thousands of dollars more to the lawyers just to find out.

I didn't have involved parents growing up. I'm a pure Gen X. Latch/Key kid. Gen X parents were selfish human beings. Thank God for my grandmother but I know what it's like to not have parents. I made awful decisions in life but then I changed all that, however, not without scars and consequences. I got married when he should have just been a boyfriend for three years because that's how many good years we had out of nine+ years of marriage, three. I stayed in the marriage because family and friends told me I had to. Marriage is serious "until death do you part" and let me tell you, no lie, one of us would have absolutely ended up on Dateline had we stayed married for another month. Still, that divorce financially crippled me (severely) for many years. I got a government EBT card for six months after my stroke. I would have starved otherwise. Then Covid happened. Then I had 1.2 strokes. it was all so crippling. Now that I am able to help others in 2025/26 I owe it to others to pay forward the help I received from friends during those crippling years. It's my duty. It's all of our duties now with the current white house administration making life so miserably expensive. Way to NOT lower the cost of groceries like you promised "on day one" you useless orange turnip.

   

My favorite relationships these days are the photo exchanges I do on Twitter (X). My absolute favorite people. We go online. We do our thing. Show each other photos we took the day/week before, then log off. See ya when I see ya. My quest for the perfect yellow curry recipe takes precedence over whatever drama people I don't know are going through. 

My home made yellow curry thus far:

Its all about the right combo of seasonings. Coconut cream rather than coconut milk. I'm learning.  

I'm old. I like being old. I'll be 57 years old January. I've done my part. I still do my part helping society donating my time with what sanity I've managed to hold on to after 56 years of life. Soon to be 57. Wow. In a little over three years I'll be 60. (60!) "Hello darkness my old friend." 😆 I'm happy now, single, alone, just working on my yellow curry A-game. 

I'm done dealing with other peoples drama. If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. You want society fixed, the homeless situation fixed, then be part of the solution. 

This week I bought two bags of groceries for $200. Two tomatoes were $5.26. People were fooled into believing a deflated orange-tube-donkey-looking-con-man was going to fix the country with his lies. How did so many get fooled? 

That's why everyone ought to donate their time. All my knittings (blankets, hats, etc.) get donated. I donate my time at the mission serving food. I donate money to causes I deem worthy. I donate blood. Just donate. It's up to us to help those who need help. Don't be selfish like our parents. I had help when I was down. It's my duty now to help others. Refresh my Karma card. You get what you give juuust like that peanut better toast eating lady who talked down to EBT recipients not receiving November assistance. She got fired from her job. Good. Karma, bish. You get what you give. Guess we'll be seeing her in line at the mission. Welcome. Now straighten your life out.

 

Volunteer. Do it for Jesus, or for your sainted grandma, or just do it because you're a kind decent human being. You never know when you too might be in need one day. Marriage is grand until it isn't. Losing 40K on a divorce lawyer just to fight for my lawful right to 100K in shared assets was a two year pain I never want to experience ever again because that money didn't come quickly - and at the time I had none left. 

Deep breaths. Meditate. Headsets on, ignore the world for a while.

I rely so heavily on films to get away from the madness of the world. These are my top two favorite films of all time. I've seen Sense and Sensibility circa 1995 over 30 times. Jane Austin relaxes me.

AND

There's no swearing in these films. No gratuitous sex scenes. No nudity. Just highly intelligent and interesting dialog and story. What I never got in my marriage I get in those two movies. 

I will never understand why American men are so preoccupied with sex instead of focusing all that energy towards personal success. Sex is dumb. Literally dumb. It takes ZERO IQ to have sex. When men are so preoccupied with sex it's the same thing as announcing to the world "I'm no smarter than a chimp." What do you say at parties when worldly men of finance and industry are talking about the stock exchange? It's a giant red flag when men don't have male friends. "I prefer the company of women." Why? Because you can't level up with other men? Men need other men in their lives to commiserate with, to compete with, to advance with. Do that with other men, not women. It's healthy. Never stop learning. Never stop educating yourself as a man. It's no wonder America is in this horrible situation we're in with a president who couldn't point out Vancouver on a map... of Canada. 

Seriously. If Russia attacked America right now, I truly worry this White House would bend over so fast, Trump would have the entire White House demolished (not just the east wing) in an hour for Putin's second palace. *Trump is all hat, no cattle. So to the men who will work hard AF on himself to make himself 100% independent off booze, drugs, tobacco, promiscuity, and a life of crime, you're what America needs to succeed. We need trad-husbands. We need men to be men of industry again. I've been watching PBS reels on how America was made, and on almost every reel a man fell in love with a woman and to earn her hand in marriage he went and built a successful lumber mill, flour mill, or a car industry. Be those fellas.  

(Sigh) Drama. Thank God I'm old. I feel for the young people. God bless the children. They need it. 

The only drama I tolerate is on the big screen. Unless it's like this. I'm all about this kind of drama:

I'm going back to staying in hotels when I travel I think. Airbnb can be such a hassle nowadays. The crazy drunk woman who I rented my last airbnb from still text messages me! Lady, that was almost 3 weeks ago. Move on! Mental illness? I'm over it. Its cheaper to stay in hotels these days anyway. There were several listings in MN on airbnb for 5K a month room rentals. 5K! In MN! Only a room and shared everything else. 5K! That's more than a 1 bedroom apartment in Brentwood, CA. So then out of morbid curiosity I looked at the 5K room rental to see what's so grand about it to be deemed worthy of 5K a month - and it was absolutely nothing! Each room looked like something you would see in a 1985 horror movie cabin! And they want 5K for it! Delusional. Sick. Add to that you never know the mental condition of the people you're renting from anymore like the lurking woman from my last airbnb who still contacts me. *The crazy airbnb white woman finally stopped messaging me. Although, she's probably now in front of my current rental in her car with laser scope.

More and more people are mentally ill and/or afflicted by aging, or so it seems. Certain people get to a certain age (especially over 50) and they go (what?) crazy. They get depressed and desperate. 

The mystery is, why are so many people depressed about being old? Aging is a fact of life. Always has been. Yet in 2025 more and more people are on medication unaccepting of aging and dying. Why is this a struggle all of sudden? In my daily prayers I let God know I'm accepting of whatever the day brings. I thank Him for my time here even if that includes God taking me off the planet on this day. I've almost died several times in my 56 years of life. When I had my ischemic stroke/s in 2021 I was okay with dying if that's where the day was going. I've made my peace being old and growing older still. I've made my peace with death. I encourage everyone to embrace their age, whatever age you are. That's why I admire Pamela Anderson for aging gracefully and beautifully. I don't know any mentally well adjusted person who thinks this is an improvement. Duck face. ick. She was so pretty before. 

No woman would do this to herself unless encouraged by a man/men who passed on his/their body dysmorphic disorder onto her. If you don't love the way she looks without plastic surgery then admit you simply don't love her. Its okay not to be in love with her. Move on. 

And this.

Oh dear. 

Wow.

That's the smile of a woman who just put antifreeze in her husband's coffee. 

Anyway. Back in Minnesota.

A childhood friend of mine, a gal I've known since we were little girls playing with Barbies, and I, have been texting each other about getting together for lunch or (my favorite) coffee and a walk around a park or lake, and I could tell she got annoyed with me after my last text to her, "Let me know if you have any free time next week." I forgot how super chill everything is here about getting together. I sounded pushy. I get it. People who grew up in Minnesota, like I did, are like them Arlen Texas boys in the alley drinking beer talking about propane and propane accessories, all:

"Yup." 

"Yup."

"Yup."

That's our speed. So yeah. Maybe I'll see her before the first snowfall. Maybe not. Probably not.

I've been pondering getting a cat but it has to happen organically like a cat redistribution type thing, and no cat so feral I can't trim it's nails. But, who knows, maybe I'll fall in love with a likewise elderly man in his 60's who happens to be a farmer with dogs. I like dogs. I like farms. I like farmers. Could happen. 

I lived near the ocean in L.A. for too many years. I lived in 120 degree desert summers. I lived in the crowd, in the noise, in the chaos. Now as a senior citizen, living near a quiet empty cornfield again sounds like absolute Heaven. 

Halloween is afoot. I love this time of year. Luckily others do too. The Christian Karens get all worked up over devil-this and devil-that, it's Halloween, Karen, lighten up. I love Halloween. I love the holidays. I bought a fake Christmas tree but I think I'm going to donate it to the mission. Being back home in Minnesota, where I spent all my childhood Christmas(es) is what I truly missed. I don't need a tree anymore. I'm home. I much rather a family not have to spent $60 on a tree in this terrible economy. The tree was $60 four weeks ago. Now, I'm sure it's $100.

ANYWAY...

Thank goodness for Snoopy.

 

I can't even get into politics anymore. 🙄 

Other than: 

AND

These gals confuse me. Why do these gals throw themselves under the bus. You know in 2029 charges will be brought against member of the senior white house staff for crimes against the American people. It will happen. Don't these gals know it will happen? 

This made me laugh so hard.

 

I'm not a fan of politicians. I get how the game is played. I don't like the game or the players but the critics sometimes make me laugh.

Thank you, Governor Newsom!

I like Dolly. She's a smart buisness woman. She never took a political side in public. She's an entertainer. Why lose money from fans over politics. 

Exactly how I feel about Thanksgiving.  

AND ANOTHER THING

As I was leaving Target yesterday some guy stopped me and insisted I pay attention to him. Rude! He had nothing significant to say. He just wanted my attention. Ick. "Have you heard of Habitat For Humanity?" He asked. Yes. Yes, I have. Now let me ask you a question good sir, have you made Jesus Christ your Lord and Savior? I mean really, if he insists on demanding my attention, I'm going to make it worth my while.

Hey Twin Cities! 

 

Times be tough out there, folks. Let's continue doing what we Minnesotans have done from day one, help those in need. 

I don't just talk the talk. I walk the walk. 

In closing, 

A little bit o' Minnesota for you fine folks.

(The reason I blurred out what is on the piano bench is because, well, you know how some people memorialize their beloved pets who crossed over the rainbow bridge in an urn, welp, they didn't do that here. They choose a different way to memorialize their pet.)  

Our Father in Heaven, I heartily pray Thee that Thou wouldst graciously preserve me together with all devout Christians *and non Christians, this day and at all times, from every ill and danger of body and soul, that I may each day be found to walk in Thy way.

Amen.

Okay, bye!