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The Pledge of Allegiance

Published June 12, 2018 by lynn k scott

My sister used to post the Pledge of Allegiance on her Facebook every day.  After reading a post, from a Canadian no less, commenting on our country, it never ceases to amaze me the ignorance of some people.

I consider myself a conservative and I’m REALLY tired of the liberal agenda we’ve had to endure prior to this last election.  While no president is perfect and will never appease everyone, at least Trump is trying.  He’s not setting race relations back to the 1960s, unlike his predecessor did.  He is upholding current laws, holding people and countries accountable and showing respect to our military.  Don’t like how he presents stuff; too bad.  Sorry…not really…but there is nothing wrong with a direct approach to saying what needs to be said.

Just really tired of seeing people wanting to be placated or having an opinion on something that’s none of their business (*cough* Canada).  Today, is one of two days per year, I don’t tolerate anything and I will say whatever I feel needs saying; filter be damned.

I rarely write political posts, but the older I get, the less I give a shit.  I firmly believe liberalism is a disease and should be treated as such.  I’m about to get a bunch of “hug-me-jackets and rent some padded rooms for those who get all bent out of shape and need their “safe” space.

We need to go back to live and let live.  And while the (many) 20-somethings are finding out who they are, they might want to respect their elders and observe a bit before opening their mouths to speak on topics they really have no clue about. NO life is more important than another.  You get what you work for so stop using excuses as to why you don’t have what you think you should.

Will I lose followers?  Perhaps.  Do I care?  Nope!  I know this post makes me sound like a bitch.   I, however, know, and own, my bitch status.  If you don’t like the U.S., turn off social media (if not in the U.S.) or feel free to leave from any airport or nautical port.  Either way, I’m an American and I’m proud of it!

 

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My Hands Aren’t Pretty

Published August 27, 2015 by lynn k scott

Yesterday in the car, my daughter looked at my hands and said, “you have hands like daddy”.  I looked at her and asked what she meant.  She took one of my hands and placed it next to her hand.  Her hand is dainty, soft, long nails; picturesque of a woman’s hand, minus the nail polish.  On the other hand, my nails were very short, full of wrinkles, a bit rough; but missing the the calluses that used to be present on my palms. I replied my hands aren’t as dainty as hers because I used to use my hands a lot.  That seemed to quell her inquisitive mind.

It got me thinking though.  My hands show my life.  They show that long nails, polish, being massaged with lotions weren’t the norm.  My hands showed a worker’s life.  I grew up very low, middle class.  I know there were times that we probably qualified for some type of assistance.  My dad only had an eighth grade education.  My mother sometimes worked two jobs.  We made due with what we had.

I was responsible for watching my younger sisters.  We grew some of our own food.  We didn’t hire people to mow our lawn; we did it.  Clothes were hung out on the line to save on the energy bill.  It was just what we did.  It’s how I grew up.  I am not ashamed to say, I was a “chambermaid” back in the day.  What’s that?  Oh that’s right, they’ve changed the name these days. Most people are now called “housekeeping” when working in motels/hotels.  I have waited tables, scrubbed toilets, tended bar, worked in gardens, help cut firewood.  I grew up doing manual labor.  My mother never stressed keeping our hands soft with lotion.

Now, I have a working knowledge that I still use today, but it mostly pertains to my home.  I work in an office, so I guess I’ve changed my collar from blue to white.  I will remember when life was a lot harder for me, but taught me how to work through it. I am not ashamed of that now (as a kid I once was).  I think some people today could benefit from working with their hands. Yet, I will always remember, with pride, why my hands aren’t pretty.

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I feel like a dodo bird

Published April 4, 2015 by lynn k scott

I feel like a dodo bird; the last of a dying breed.  Ok, so the dodo is already extinct, but I feel that when I die out (and those like me), today’s youth will be worse off.  Perhaps, I’m being over-dramatic and old fashioned, but a simple incident today really made me think.

We were out having lunch.  The place we were eating always manages to cross-contaminate (gluten) my food, so I figured, what the heck.  If I’m going to be symptomatic, might as well enjoy what I am going to eat.  I order fish and chips.  Now, here on the West coast, people love tartar sauce (excuse me for a second while I make the ‘yuck’ face).  Back East, there was tartar sauce, but cocktail sauce was more prevalent.

I ask my server if they had cocktail sauce.  He answers negatively.  I then ask if there is horseradish available.  Yes, there is. SURPRISE my dear young chap, you do have cocktail sauce.  You are just inexperienced in the kitchen to know what ingredients make up that tangy sauce.

Before our meal arrives, our server is sent home from his shift and a new waiter introduces himself.  He was told I needed horseradish with my meal.  Again, lack of training.  I had to ask for a small bowl to mix it in.  No spoon was given and the small bowl was half full of horseradish.

Ok, so it appears I am making enough for 10 tables.  Good grief!  I emptied most the horseradish on my plate, added the ketchup, a couple teaspoons of lemon juice, a good mix and I’m done.  Shocking how if it doesn’t come out of a bottle, people are clueless as to how to make something so simple.

As our plates are being cleared, I had to tell the poor chap, “FYI…should you get another request for cocktail sauce, they really only need about a tablespoon of horseradish.”  I lifted the ketchup bottle and told him he gave me enough to make enough to fit into the contents of the bottle.

He laughed.  Said he had no idea, but he wanted me to have enough so he didn’t have to go back to get me more. Really?  Nice gesture, but that’s wasting company product and your job is to accommodate, if need be.  He appreciated learning how to make the cocktail sauce.  We had a chuckle about it.

It still amazes me how little servers know about food.  Today’s servers are not like I was when I waitressed.  I took pride in my food knowledge.  I learned about what I was serving, how it was prepared, what was in it.  The younger hospitality service generation just doesn’t have the same work ethic,

I am like the dodo bird.  When I am extinct, interactions like today, will become a thing of the past.

Why? Why? Why!!!

Published March 29, 2015 by lynn k scott

Address me as Lynn or Ms. Scott
This is my pen name
So it matters not

I need to share
I need to speak
It's not really your approval
That I seek

I blog in her honor
I blog as a reminder
I blog to assist
I blog to be kinder

There was a time
When petty pride
Allowed my feelings 
To run and hide

We were sisters
And sisters will fight
A decade of silence passed
Which now keeps me up at night

It wasn't a matter of right 
It wasn't a matter of wrong
It's such a shame
We didn't realize that all along

We made amends
We found each other again
Fate was twisted
So that not where this ends

In just nine short months
In no time at all
Cancer took you from me
I felt my world fall

I miss you dearly
I still can't let go
Time doesn't heal all wounds
I want you to know

Some days I laugh
Some days I cry
Some days I wonder
Why? Why? WHY!!!

All Wrapped Up

Published March 14, 2015 by lynn k scott

Baby Flag

I can’t recall the last time a photograph stopped me in my tracks, made me look closely, and caused tiny droplets of water to gather in my eyes, which threatened to stain my cheeks.  The photograph you are looking at, was taken by http://www.morgangallophotography.com/

As soon as I saw it, I immediately contacted Morgan and asked for permission to use this picture in my blog.  That’s a first for me.  I’ve never felt so moved as if to say, “you all NEED to see this picture”.

The picture was posted on Facebook, where I first saw it, in response to a different photograph that received a lot of negative comments regarding a baby wrapped up in a flag, held by her father.   Some people claim that picture was offensive. As an Army mom, I beg to differ.

When I look upon this picture, I see a father, who is proud to uphold the oath he took to protect our country.  I see a father wrapping his newborn in the promise he made to all of us and is now extending that to his child.  He is steadfast in his grip and has the strength to hold up his commitment.  This babe, and countless others, are wrapped in the blanket of protection that our military selflessly provides in service to the United States. Wrapped in the symbol of freedom, strength, integrity, honor and patriotism.

I am proud and humbled to be able to share this with you.  Morgan has an amazing eye in which she can draw out such emotion from a single shot with her camera.  She honors our military with her work.  Please stop by her Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/morgangallophotography and let her know if you’ve enjoyed this powerful and touching photograph as much as I have.

A special thanks to our veterans, active duty, those who gave all and their families.

What’s Wrong With English?

Published February 25, 2015 by lynn k scott

I’m going to bring up a topic that probably won’t be construed as being politically correct (PC).  While I’m not purposely trying to offend anyone (this time) with my writing, I’m sure someone will not take these words to heart in the spirit in which it was written.

Most of my life I have had a fascination with language.  I would take different courses, use audio tapes (way back when), use bilingual chat rooms for practice or get together with people who spoke the language I was trying to learn.  I have learned some American Sign Language, Spanish, Tagalog, French and Hungarian.  While I am not fluent in any of these languages, I can utter a few words to having small conversations.

That being said, I couldn’t help but think about why I was listening to music on the radio and the next commercial was completely in Spanish.  It was actually a commercial for Verizon.  I started to question is it because I live in California?  Is it because as a society we’ve gotten completely complacent in assimilation?  What if I wanted to know what the commercial was about?  There wasn’t another version offered in English.

Those questions prompted more questions.  If I lived closer to the Eastern Canadian border, might this commercial been in French?  What about a commercial in Tagalog, Korean, Chinese or Japanese?  After all, we are on the Pacific coast with a fairly large Asian influence.  When does it stop or will it ever stop?

As someone born in the United States, who grew up learning English, it’s almost as if someone like me no longer counts. Companies are bending over backwards to accommodate foreign language speakers.  It’s not a matter of immigration, for this particular observation.  It’s a matter of facts.

The United States, while not having an official language, has the understanding that English is the language of this land. All of our courts, legal proceedings, contracts, treaties, etc. are all in English.  While some people will need an interpreter during certain situations, the written language is English.

When did the country change it’s thought on no one has to at least try to assimilate with the language and customs here? It’s one thing to be a tourist and “get by” while you are visiting in the USA.  It’s another thing to live here for say, five plus years and still only speak your native language.

I understand English isn’t the easiest of languages to learn.  Yet, being immersed in the culture can effectively aid in learning the language quicker, IF that’s a priority.  With making interpreters available in almost every agency, only hiring bilingual employees for companies not doing business out of the country, by not requiring employees speak English while working (unless it’s related to foreign business), does this country a disservice.

How many languages will the DMV offer a driving test in?  Will driving instructors be required to be multilingual because someone couldn’t be bothered to learn English?  Will the road signage be in 15 different languages at some point?  I believe if someone is going to make a residence within the United States, then it’s only common courtesy and decency to make an effort learn the language.  There is no excuse for multi-generations in one family, living in the U.S., who don’t speak English.

To me, this is offensive.  I should not have to change to accommodate someone else’s willful neglect at assimilation.  This country has gone PC-happy.  People who have grown up here are being told you are no longer a priority; in so many words.  I encourage my children to learn other languages and to learn about other cultures.  The fact is we are Americans, we speak English, and we have a right to be proud of that.

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