Welcome to my rant. I've tried to keep at least a little quiet about the current economic situations we're facing today, but darn it all...we're just so LAMBASTED with it all the time, and this morning a story on the Today Show had me absolutely livid. I really need to quit watching that morning show.
The Today Show did a story on "boomerang kids", which are adults who move back with their parents, and how now with all the foreclosures, the trend is for even older alults (past the 20's) to move in with their folks in the wake of the housing crash. This morning's sob story was about a man and his fiance (and two large dogs) who moved in with his mother after they lost their home. This is where it got ridiculous. The guy was whining that he was used to living in a 5000 square foot home, and now he's living in a mere 1400 square foot home. Hey buddy...that's more square footage than me, my husband, a cat, a dog, and a snake are used to...and we're just fine. Then the show boo-hooed right along with him, lamenting that though they used to have good jobs in mortgage lending (um...the cause of this whole problem?), now the fiance works at a home improvement store, and he's unemployed. They cut back to him, where he says, "I'm used to making half a million dollars a year...what am I supposed to do now, work for $10/hour?"
Um...yeah? Snobby much? I dunno...but when you're unemployed and can't find a job that pays the same as your old salary, shouldn't you drop the pride a little and stop whining? The 5000 square foot mansion is already gone...do you have to make as much now? How was Mom able to stay in her house? Did she maybe live within her means? Here's a novel idea - get a shovel and dig yourself out of your own hole. Take that $10/hr job and get yourself an apartment. Or, if Mom really doesn't mind having you around, take the $10/hr job and help out with the bills maybe? Take all the crap that was CRAMMED into his Mom's garage, plus the numerous full storage buildings he mentioned, and sell some of it?
I dunno, maybe I'm old fashioned and believe in a little self-help here. So you have a job in an inflated market, live beyond your means (think with just one person making over half a million, they might have put some in savings), and expect taxpayer help when it all comes crashing down? How does that even make sense??? How about the Today Show do a story on people I know - how about the sergent who my husband was told to fire because of absolute slashings to the National Guard budget by the current administration, who has a wife and kids, and who is now doing everything he can - including cleaning up ice storm-damaged yards - to make ends meet.
I'm just sick to death of seeing these people with such an entitlement attitude doing all the whining. Yes, I have a college degree, and I'm used to having a good job. But now when we're a little short, I'm not too proud now to so some substitute teaching (talk about a pride-swallowing job), or to save money by clipping coupons, or saving even more money by growing my own food. Luckily for me, the depression-era attitude my grandparents passed to my parents of working hard, reducing, reusing, and recycling (not a "new" idea by the way), and just using common sense sunk in a bit. I wonder where it got lost when I see some of the people who can't seem to make the connection.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Spiegel Article
Whether you're a Repub or Dem, this is an interesting article that makes a lot of good points:
http://www.spiegel.de/international/world/0,1518,605695,00.html
http://www.spiegel.de/international/world/0,1518,605695,00.html
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Fiddles and Hearts
Though I haven't mentioned it for a while, I AM still attempting playing and building a fiddle. Problem is, I have noticed a distinct lack of progress as of late. As far as playing, I am still adding songs to my personal song roster. However, I don't feel like my playing ability is much improved. When Violet plays, it's a easily recognizable style...when you hear it, your brain automatically exclaimes, "Good golly! This is a fiddler!" But I feel when I play, anyone's brain within ear range is exclaiming, "Good golly! Who is torturing a baby seal?"*sigh*
I know...perserverence and all that crap. I'd give it up (goodness knows I've got plenty of other things to do), but playing is just so darn fun. I just make sure to play when nobody is within hearing, lest they suffer bleeding from the ears.
As far as building my fiddle, I am STILL working on the back. The only bright spot is that I've moved from the outside of the back to the inside of the back (the dark spot is where I had to add water to make the cherry wood only slightly less hard than hardened lava). Looks like I may have to keep at it for a good long while. This past "Fiddle Day" Violet played one of her fiddles while we students worked. Show off.By the way, I hope everyone had a Happy Valentine's Day. Once I arrived in "Adult Land" , way past the days of elementary school and conversation hearts, I used to abhor this contrived "holiday" as just a regular mundane day that some idiot got the bright idea to make into a "special" day to make anyone single to feel like absolute worthless dirt, and to pressure "coupled" people to waste money on flowers and cards.
Side note: money on chocolate is NEVER wasted.
Now I just sigh, smile, and follow the herd. It IS nice to get flowers and gifts, even if hubby's traditional Valentine's Day gift is usually firearms. Maybe not romantic to the hilt, but we're not exactly that typical romantic couple. However, in a rare show of romanticism on my part, I baked The Mr. this Valentine's cherry pie. Sometimes, I even amaze myself.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Things That Make You Go Hmmm?
A friend of mine recently asked how I was able to blog recently without mentioning all the political goings-on, such as the illustrious stimulous (a.k.a. "spendulous" and "porkulous") package.
Truth be told, I just don't have the energy. However, yesterday morning I did see something blogworthy that just epitomizes this whole thing. On the NBC's Today Show, Meridith was interviewing an "expert" (I didn't catch his name) from MSNBC who was breaking things down for us. He said we could see the stimulous working by keeping tabs on three things: 1) Unemployment, 2) Inflation, and 3) Housing.
This is the jist of his explanation...I can't quote, because I was too confused.
MSNBC Guy - We'll see the stimulous package work when unemployment goes down. It might keep going up, but that's bound to happen. We know it will go down by seeing it come up. But it might stay up for a while. However, it will eventually come down. We're just not sure how it's going to work out.
Inflation - it's going to keep going up. But it will come down. However, the stimulous package might cause deflation, which is bad. But it might not be bad. It might be good...we just don't know.
Foreclosures will keep happening, probably even more than we've seen. But we'll know it's going to get better by seeing it get worse. Things will get worse before they get better. Or housing might rebound - we don't really know.
Meridith then asked (she looked as puzzled as I felt), "So...how long until we know it's working?"
Guy - "Well, we may see it work farily quickly, or we may not see it start to work for years...we don't really know."
Hmm. Well. Glad that's clear.
Truth be told, I just don't have the energy. However, yesterday morning I did see something blogworthy that just epitomizes this whole thing. On the NBC's Today Show, Meridith was interviewing an "expert" (I didn't catch his name) from MSNBC who was breaking things down for us. He said we could see the stimulous working by keeping tabs on three things: 1) Unemployment, 2) Inflation, and 3) Housing.
This is the jist of his explanation...I can't quote, because I was too confused.
MSNBC Guy - We'll see the stimulous package work when unemployment goes down. It might keep going up, but that's bound to happen. We know it will go down by seeing it come up. But it might stay up for a while. However, it will eventually come down. We're just not sure how it's going to work out.
Inflation - it's going to keep going up. But it will come down. However, the stimulous package might cause deflation, which is bad. But it might not be bad. It might be good...we just don't know.
Foreclosures will keep happening, probably even more than we've seen. But we'll know it's going to get better by seeing it get worse. Things will get worse before they get better. Or housing might rebound - we don't really know.
Meridith then asked (she looked as puzzled as I felt), "So...how long until we know it's working?"
Guy - "Well, we may see it work farily quickly, or we may not see it start to work for years...we don't really know."
Hmm. Well. Glad that's clear.
Is it spring yet?
We are THANKFULLY still basking in the glow of electricity, and it looks like this time it's going to stick.
Monday night was lost power again. There we were, happily watching TV, Marden browsing a reloading catalog while I was (still) carving on my fiddle back, and BAM - lights went out. I confess, I nearly went into a fit of crying hysterics. I think I'd have been justified, but I resisted the urge. We sat in the dark in total disbelief for a full minute. We both uttered a few "no...no...NO...come on lights....you can do it..." phrases, until we finally gave up the hope and stumbled around to find the flashlights and candles. After calling the power company, we discovered we were indeed "at least out for the night...maybe longer" because "something blew." Indeed. We just didn't have the oomph to go drag the generator back out, hook it up, and listen that that drone all night, so we decided to rough it.
With no television and several hours before bedtime, we were once again forced into old-fashioned entertainment. Like talking. Once we exhausted that avenue, we decided to practice our turkey calls. Hey, I never claimed to be normal.
I'm currently trying to master the difficult art of working a diaphram turkey call, a s
kill which has eluded me for years. Since turkey season is only a couple months away, Marden figures I'll need to get a good start on practicing my calling...and I could possibly be good enough to actually put it into practice about the time turkey season rolls around. In 2016. Anyone who has followed my blog for a while knows that I'm pretty much near the top of the list of the World's Worst Turkey Hunters. Marden happens to be an unofficial turkey calling wizard, and I - slightly less so. I've just recently been able to keep the thing in my mouth without gagging myself, and have now even been able to make a little noise with it without spitting it across the room or showering whatever is in front of me with spit. Unfortunately my noise sounds less like a turkey and more like a squirrel with asthma and pneumonia.
Thankfully the power came on again Tuesday morning, and it's stayed on. I hope the power company knows what a gamble it takes by playing with people's already frayed nerves...
Is is spring yet?
Monday night was lost power again. There we were, happily watching TV, Marden browsing a reloading catalog while I was (still) carving on my fiddle back, and BAM - lights went out. I confess, I nearly went into a fit of crying hysterics. I think I'd have been justified, but I resisted the urge. We sat in the dark in total disbelief for a full minute. We both uttered a few "no...no...NO...come on lights....you can do it..." phrases, until we finally gave up the hope and stumbled around to find the flashlights and candles. After calling the power company, we discovered we were indeed "at least out for the night...maybe longer" because "something blew." Indeed. We just didn't have the oomph to go drag the generator back out, hook it up, and listen that that drone all night, so we decided to rough it.
With no television and several hours before bedtime, we were once again forced into old-fashioned entertainment. Like talking. Once we exhausted that avenue, we decided to practice our turkey calls. Hey, I never claimed to be normal.
I'm currently trying to master the difficult art of working a diaphram turkey call, a s
kill which has eluded me for years. Since turkey season is only a couple months away, Marden figures I'll need to get a good start on practicing my calling...and I could possibly be good enough to actually put it into practice about the time turkey season rolls around. In 2016. Anyone who has followed my blog for a while knows that I'm pretty much near the top of the list of the World's Worst Turkey Hunters. Marden happens to be an unofficial turkey calling wizard, and I - slightly less so. I've just recently been able to keep the thing in my mouth without gagging myself, and have now even been able to make a little noise with it without spitting it across the room or showering whatever is in front of me with spit. Unfortunately my noise sounds less like a turkey and more like a squirrel with asthma and pneumonia.Thankfully the power came on again Tuesday morning, and it's stayed on. I hope the power company knows what a gamble it takes by playing with people's already frayed nerves...
Is is spring yet?
Monday, February 09, 2009
Whew!
This past weekend I went up to MO to visit the folks, and to help care for a sick relative. And to experience electricity. I have to admit, part of my motivation was a break from the juice-less Homestead. A week and a half without modern conveniences will wear on anyone born in this most sissified time in world history.
As I got closer and closer to home, I instantly noticed yard lights on and bright windows spread out over the hills as if the stars themselves fell out of the sky. Seeing so many lights after so many days of darkness, it actually LOOKED like the population could be Nancy Pelosi's 500 million.
Could it BE? I got closer and closer to our house, and the neighbor's houses down our road were ALL lit. Should I dare hope? I sped down our road, hoping against hope, to be greeted by the BRIGHT SHINE of lights. I was not dissappointed. With a whoop loud enough to be heard in the next county, I happily unloaded the car under the bright shine of the yard light. I couldn't even muster any irritation at the fact that hubby must be trying to make up for the electric we didn't use the past 12 days by having nearly every light in the house on.
We are LIT.
A big fat THANK YOU to North Arkansas Electric for getting our power back on last night! I've never stared at a light bulb with such fascination before. It's wonderful to watch PBR bull riding with other lights on, and without the drone of the generator. I actually ran the coffee maker AND the microwave AT THE SAME TIME. I used the dryer and got fluffy warm towels in return. I fried eggs on the stove. I just *might* bake a pie in celebration.
This whole experience has really illustrated the fact that if at all possible, you really shouldn't put all your energy eggs in one basket. Dependence feels awful...sitting here waiting for the power to come on, and yet being able to do nothing to help ourselves. Nothing like a feeling of utter helplessness to prod a person into action. It's definately past time to look into a wood stove or fireplace, solar panels, generators, and other alternative ways to make life easier when the electric goes out. I plan to do some research and scour my old issues of Mother Earth News for ideas and options for stepping a little off the grid.
The smell and feel of spring is definately in the air, even though this is a "false" spring...it's bound to get cold again soon. I actually walked outside this morning to feed the chickens and other critters in a SHORT sleeved shirt! For my plant's sake, I do...*long sigh*...hope we go back to seasonal temperatures. Until then, I'm really going to enjoy it.
As I got closer and closer to home, I instantly noticed yard lights on and bright windows spread out over the hills as if the stars themselves fell out of the sky. Seeing so many lights after so many days of darkness, it actually LOOKED like the population could be Nancy Pelosi's 500 million.
Could it BE? I got closer and closer to our house, and the neighbor's houses down our road were ALL lit. Should I dare hope? I sped down our road, hoping against hope, to be greeted by the BRIGHT SHINE of lights. I was not dissappointed. With a whoop loud enough to be heard in the next county, I happily unloaded the car under the bright shine of the yard light. I couldn't even muster any irritation at the fact that hubby must be trying to make up for the electric we didn't use the past 12 days by having nearly every light in the house on.
We are LIT.
A big fat THANK YOU to North Arkansas Electric for getting our power back on last night! I've never stared at a light bulb with such fascination before. It's wonderful to watch PBR bull riding with other lights on, and without the drone of the generator. I actually ran the coffee maker AND the microwave AT THE SAME TIME. I used the dryer and got fluffy warm towels in return. I fried eggs on the stove. I just *might* bake a pie in celebration.
This whole experience has really illustrated the fact that if at all possible, you really shouldn't put all your energy eggs in one basket. Dependence feels awful...sitting here waiting for the power to come on, and yet being able to do nothing to help ourselves. Nothing like a feeling of utter helplessness to prod a person into action. It's definately past time to look into a wood stove or fireplace, solar panels, generators, and other alternative ways to make life easier when the electric goes out. I plan to do some research and scour my old issues of Mother Earth News for ideas and options for stepping a little off the grid.
The smell and feel of spring is definately in the air, even though this is a "false" spring...it's bound to get cold again soon. I actually walked outside this morning to feed the chickens and other critters in a SHORT sleeved shirt! For my plant's sake, I do...*long sigh*...hope we go back to seasonal temperatures. Until then, I'm really going to enjoy it.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Icy Pics
Monday, February 02, 2009
An Inconvenient Disaster
Yes, it's really me. No, we DON'T have power yet, but luckily for us good 'ol Dad rode in once again on his white horse (or chevy truck), this time bearing a generator. The following are exerpts from my Ice Storm Diary:
Monday, Day 1:
Hmm...doesn't LOOK like it's going to be the Mega Ice Storm Of The Century to me that they're having a cow about on TV. I think they're way off base on this one. My plans to go to fiddle lessons today were thwarted by Violet's daughter, who called to say she was spiriting her off to her wood-stove warmed house, safe from all things ice. Well, while I'm not scared of any ice by any means, I still went into town to get supplies and filled a few jugs of water for "just in case."
Later that night: Rain....rain that's not exactly freezing, but getting slushy. I think we're going to dodge a bullet...our power hasn't even so much as flickered. Even though, I can't sleep. I just know we're going to get lucky.
Tuesday, Day 2:
Well, now we have sleet. And freezing rain. I decided to blow up the air mattress and stack blankets by the front door for just in case...IF we lose power, our only heat will be the wood stove out in the barn/garage/shop,
10:00: DANG.
Tuesday Evening:
Here we are in the barn, chairs cozied up to the wood stove. The fire is snapping cheerily, and we have camp lanterns casting a pleasant glow throughout the room. Marden and I have just enjoyed a fun and competitive game of Scrabble, and now we're reading before we bed down on the nice comfy inflatable mattress while we listen to ice pelt the metal roof of the barn. We could stay here indefinately. This is fun! Like camping!
Wedensday, Day 3:
Woke up a little stiff and cold this morning...not to mention sleepy. At least the ice has stopped, for the most part. I had to get up every hour or so to feed wood into the stove, since it was a bit inhumane to expect hubby, still recovering from hernia surgery, to do it. Nighttime temps in the barn ranged widely between BLAZING SUN HOT and MINER'S BUTT COLD. Hubby is moaning about the uncomfortable night on the mattress. I'm still determined to be chipper, even though every time he moved on the mattress, I was yanked out of sleep and launched several inches into the air. Note to self: blow more air in mattress. I was also jerked awake numerous times in the night be the sounds of LARGE trees breaking under the weight of the ice. This isn't sounding good. I luckily had batteries for the radio so we could get some news, and I was instantly horrified at what I found. The ONLY radio station we could find was KTLO, otherwise known as the "old fogies station." We were just after news, but before any news we had to endure a good thirty minutes of Frank Sinatra, various big band tunes, and Celine Dion. *shudder* You'd think in a time of local crisis, maybe a constant news feed would be called for? Unless there are indeed those out there who really can't live without a daily dose of Lite Adult Favorites.
For personal hygene, wet wipes had to do the job. It's just too dang cold for anything more adventurous. They're saying it might be a few days without power for some people (surely not us). I had to carry jugs of water to the animals, including the chickens, since their heated waterer requires electricity. Dang it's cold. I've also been heating rocks on the wood stove for Orville (the snake), since his tank heater requires juice. I just know our ancestors are watching us, shaking their heads, and tsk tsk-ing at our dependence on gol-danged newfangled electricity. They're also probably wondering why I have a snake in a glass box.
I wonder if we'll get power and phones today?
Thursday, Day 4:
Ugh. My back and neck are screaming from that dang air mattress. I'm still sleepy, because of having to feed the fire. And because Marden snored. And flopped. And snored. Fixed veggie omlets for breakfast on the wood stove, because all of our food in the fridge is quickly going south. All to the tune of some annoying song..."There's got to be a morning aaaafterrrr" I want a shower. I DON'T want to play Scrabble anymore...I'm pretty sure Marden is cheating. This garage is a cave. I should be an albino soon.
At least it's sunny today. I made a foray out of the cave to survey the damage. One thing's for sure, it's not going to be hard to find firewood. Dang it's cold.
I wonder if we'll get power and phones today?
Friday, Day 5:
Another miserable night on the mattress. I hate that thing. The mattress, not Marden, though I'd be within my rights with all the flopping and snoring. Today I noticed that my hair has taken on the feel and texture of a wig made of pipe cleaners. I need a shower. I have that not so fresh feeling. Dad is coming today with a generator...I pray fervently that it's the miracle we so desperately need. Not a moment too soon, either. I just heard some song on KTLO..."I've got a brand new pair of roller skates..." Much more of that, and I'll seriously lose it. I already caught myself singing with "I am woman, hear me roar...in numbers too big too ignore..." What's WRONG with me???
By the way, Scrabble is a stupid game.
Friday evening:
I spent probably ten minutes turning the lights off and on. So amazing what a small miracle that little switch can produce. Still no official power, but the generator droning away right by the front door sings to me, "I BRING YOU WARMTH, WATER, FLUSHING TOILETS, AND EVEN TELEVISION!" While we can't run EVERYTHING on the generator, we're back to somewhat normal life.
I officially proclaim this day, January 30th, "GENERATOR DAY." All hail the generator.
And that pretty much brings us up to the present. It's now a week later, and still no power. Power poles are still snapped in half on our road, so it may be a while. To all of you out there feeling my pain - hang in there! Today on the way back from fiddle lessons (Violet has power now), I was flipping through radio channels and landed on KTLO. For old time's sake, I paused to sing along:
"I am STRONG.....I am INVINCIBLE....I am WOOOOMAAAAAANNNN.....!!!"
You go Helen Reddy.
(Stay tuned for icy pictures from the storm)
Monday, Day 1:
Hmm...doesn't LOOK like it's going to be the Mega Ice Storm Of The Century to me that they're having a cow about on TV. I think they're way off base on this one. My plans to go to fiddle lessons today were thwarted by Violet's daughter, who called to say she was spiriting her off to her wood-stove warmed house, safe from all things ice. Well, while I'm not scared of any ice by any means, I still went into town to get supplies and filled a few jugs of water for "just in case."
Later that night: Rain....rain that's not exactly freezing, but getting slushy. I think we're going to dodge a bullet...our power hasn't even so much as flickered. Even though, I can't sleep. I just know we're going to get lucky.
Tuesday, Day 2:
Well, now we have sleet. And freezing rain. I decided to blow up the air mattress and stack blankets by the front door for just in case...IF we lose power, our only heat will be the wood stove out in the barn/garage/shop,
10:00: DANG.
Tuesday Evening:
Here we are in the barn, chairs cozied up to the wood stove. The fire is snapping cheerily, and we have camp lanterns casting a pleasant glow throughout the room. Marden and I have just enjoyed a fun and competitive game of Scrabble, and now we're reading before we bed down on the nice comfy inflatable mattress while we listen to ice pelt the metal roof of the barn. We could stay here indefinately. This is fun! Like camping!
Wedensday, Day 3:
Woke up a little stiff and cold this morning...not to mention sleepy. At least the ice has stopped, for the most part. I had to get up every hour or so to feed wood into the stove, since it was a bit inhumane to expect hubby, still recovering from hernia surgery, to do it. Nighttime temps in the barn ranged widely between BLAZING SUN HOT and MINER'S BUTT COLD. Hubby is moaning about the uncomfortable night on the mattress. I'm still determined to be chipper, even though every time he moved on the mattress, I was yanked out of sleep and launched several inches into the air. Note to self: blow more air in mattress. I was also jerked awake numerous times in the night be the sounds of LARGE trees breaking under the weight of the ice. This isn't sounding good. I luckily had batteries for the radio so we could get some news, and I was instantly horrified at what I found. The ONLY radio station we could find was KTLO, otherwise known as the "old fogies station." We were just after news, but before any news we had to endure a good thirty minutes of Frank Sinatra, various big band tunes, and Celine Dion. *shudder* You'd think in a time of local crisis, maybe a constant news feed would be called for? Unless there are indeed those out there who really can't live without a daily dose of Lite Adult Favorites.
For personal hygene, wet wipes had to do the job. It's just too dang cold for anything more adventurous. They're saying it might be a few days without power for some people (surely not us). I had to carry jugs of water to the animals, including the chickens, since their heated waterer requires electricity. Dang it's cold. I've also been heating rocks on the wood stove for Orville (the snake), since his tank heater requires juice. I just know our ancestors are watching us, shaking their heads, and tsk tsk-ing at our dependence on gol-danged newfangled electricity. They're also probably wondering why I have a snake in a glass box.
I wonder if we'll get power and phones today?
Thursday, Day 4:
Ugh. My back and neck are screaming from that dang air mattress. I'm still sleepy, because of having to feed the fire. And because Marden snored. And flopped. And snored. Fixed veggie omlets for breakfast on the wood stove, because all of our food in the fridge is quickly going south. All to the tune of some annoying song..."There's got to be a morning aaaafterrrr" I want a shower. I DON'T want to play Scrabble anymore...I'm pretty sure Marden is cheating. This garage is a cave. I should be an albino soon.
At least it's sunny today. I made a foray out of the cave to survey the damage. One thing's for sure, it's not going to be hard to find firewood. Dang it's cold.
I wonder if we'll get power and phones today?
Friday, Day 5:
Another miserable night on the mattress. I hate that thing. The mattress, not Marden, though I'd be within my rights with all the flopping and snoring. Today I noticed that my hair has taken on the feel and texture of a wig made of pipe cleaners. I need a shower. I have that not so fresh feeling. Dad is coming today with a generator...I pray fervently that it's the miracle we so desperately need. Not a moment too soon, either. I just heard some song on KTLO..."I've got a brand new pair of roller skates..." Much more of that, and I'll seriously lose it. I already caught myself singing with "I am woman, hear me roar...in numbers too big too ignore..." What's WRONG with me???
By the way, Scrabble is a stupid game.
Friday evening:
I spent probably ten minutes turning the lights off and on. So amazing what a small miracle that little switch can produce. Still no official power, but the generator droning away right by the front door sings to me, "I BRING YOU WARMTH, WATER, FLUSHING TOILETS, AND EVEN TELEVISION!" While we can't run EVERYTHING on the generator, we're back to somewhat normal life.
I officially proclaim this day, January 30th, "GENERATOR DAY." All hail the generator.
And that pretty much brings us up to the present. It's now a week later, and still no power. Power poles are still snapped in half on our road, so it may be a while. To all of you out there feeling my pain - hang in there! Today on the way back from fiddle lessons (Violet has power now), I was flipping through radio channels and landed on KTLO. For old time's sake, I paused to sing along:
"I am STRONG.....I am INVINCIBLE....I am WOOOOMAAAAAANNNN.....!!!"
You go Helen Reddy.
(Stay tuned for icy pictures from the storm)
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