Saturday, April 28, 2018

Friday Was A Strange Day!

Friday was an odd day. I had 2 deliveries that came right to my door. NO one delivers to your door anymore. They leave things at the office because it’s just easier. It was a real blessing to get my packages delivered right to my door.

Also, I had an issue with the cable company. If you’re new, then Frontier and most cable companies will give you a very special deal. But if you’ve been a customer for 5 or 6 years, there’s NO DEAL FOR YOU! They charge you $200 a month for the same services my neighbor is getting for $85 per month.

This year, I’ve grown tired of being used by politicians, social media sites, big companies and organizations etc. I think Americans have to stop putting up with so much SHIT, pure-dee old shit from big companies, political groups, advertisers…I mean, these past few years, it’s been Open Season on Consumers.



People are just too comfortable with “going along” with whatever some insane politician comes up with. We are not good anymore at standing up for what’s right. So I canceled my cable. The only thing I’m paying for is Internet and I’m trying to talk my neighbor into sharing her internet with me. Since it’s Wi-Fi, I can easily pick up her signal. All I need is her log-in info.

I can also get Hulu directly on my television because I have a Smart TV. You probably have one too. Check out all those little icons and see for yourself. You can watch all the YouTube videos you want. I watch lots of Hillsong but also Flea Market Flip, Price is Right, Let’s Make a Deal, House Hunters…etc.

I am watching these programs for free—NOT for $200 per month. I also have CBS All Access. This costs $6.48 per month with the tax. You can watch every Star Trek show ever made. I just finished watching the ones with Scott Bakula. I had forgotten how good those shows were.



I also get the new Star Trek Discovery, the Good Fight, Survivor, Big Brother, Big Bang and all other CBS shows.

If you know someone who has Dish Anywhere, you can get their log-in info and watch any programs on Dish for free as well.

In their struggle to make everything so convenient and easy for consumers, it is now very easy to use someone else’s account. My daughter allows everyone in her family to use her Amazon Prime. She also has several family members using her Netflix.



If you have plenty of money, then don’t even worry about this. But if you’re on a fixed income or have just lost your job or you’re trying to save money for something, then this is a good way to save a few hundred dollars per month.

The most important thing is to start thinking outside the box. Stop going along with all the nonsense!

There are plenty of ways to get hundreds of entertaining shows and movies for practically nothing. The only thing is that, I don’t really believe that our current society could survive if there were a big depression or a world war. People are so soft and spoiled. They need to drive everywhere.



When I was 20 or 30 years old, I walked everywhere. I loved walking. My legs were strong then. It was so enjoyable to just walk to a store or restaurant. It’s like, there’s another level of accomplishment. Anyway, I was always a non-conformist. My husband and I believed that some catastrophic event would hit our planet in our lifetime and that we had to be ready. We always kept an “End of World” pack.

There are quite a few Survivalists nowadays. They’ve taken what we were doing to a new level. You can buy 20 gallon tubs of freeze dried food. You can store water and water treatment pills. Most people have quite a few guns in their survival stash.



My husband and I felt that more traditional weapons would serve you better. We had weapons like a bow and arrow, slingshot (Goliath was killed with a slingshot), and knives. We did own guns. Most people in Texas have guns. We would go to the gun range with our friends each month to make sure we kept our shooting skills honed.

I was always the better shot. That’s the way it is at my daughter’s house. Her and her husband go deer hunting each year and she is a much better shot. She usually gets a deer and some turkeys.

I haven’t eaten deer in years. My sister’s dad (who lived in Houston) always made deer for us anytime we came to visit. He thought of it as a delicacy, only for special guests.



Anyway, it was late Friday afternoon and I was soooo stressed due to the cable company, some phone issues and the electricity being out for several hours (big wreck on Bush Turnpike where a car plowed through a transformer on the side of the highway). I was looking for the tranquilizer darts. Someone knocked on the door around 6:30pm. It was a delivery man.

“I’ve already gotten 2 deliveries today so I’m not expecting anything else,” I told the delivery guy.

He doubled checked the name and address. “Is this you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“You have to sign for it.”

So he hands me the little gadget and I sign and take the package. I went immediately to find scissors/razor blade to open the package and see what it was.

It was a hard drive. So I called my daughter. “Did you send me a hard drive?” (She has a degree in Information Technology)

“No, why would I?”

“Someone sent me a hard drive.”

“Who would do that?”

I shrugged, but she couldn’t see me cause she was on the phone in Minnesota, Virginia or someplace like that. “What should I do?”

“Plug it in and see what’s on it,” she says.

“Plug it into what? I am not risking putting a virus on my new computer by looking at what’s on this hard drive.”

“What are you gonna do with it then?”

I shrugged again. “Guess I’ll just keep it. Someday, maybe someone will contact me about it.”

She said she thought that was a good idea, so I’m saving it.

That was my Friday. How was yours?


Wednesday, April 25, 2018

How to Honor Those Who’ve Passed Away

Someone posted about how to remember a friend or loved who passed away too soon. My sister was only 38 years old. Her name was LaQueta Ann. She was so sweet and precious but she had a wide streak of larceny, just like my parents.



My sister had a very hard life. She was one of those inconvenient kids that nobody wanted. She got kicked around a lot. But I loved her more than anything or anyone. I grieved so hard when she passed away. For years, I thought about what I could have done to help her and to make her want to live. I never could reconcile anything that happened in my own heart.

I guess I got stuck in a few of the stages of “Grief” for too long. I couldn’t move on without my sister. She was the only person who ever really understood me but still loved me. We knew each other’s secrets. We knew all the bad stuff and all the good stuff. We played long games of canasta and drank tequila till the wee hours of the morning.

She would dress up in her jeans and cowboy boots and we’d go to the country western dance hall. We’d stay all night and dance a million dances and drink beer till we couldn’t walk. We were so young and silly but we loved life. We loved parties and good music.



We would get wasted and talk about God and life all night. We would talk about getting rich and famous and moving to a desert island. We had so many dreams. When you’re young and full of life and so excited about each new day, you never think about something so horrible as fiery deaths in a gasoline truck accident. You never even talk about suicide. You don’t really believe those awful things exist.

But then, they happen to your family and you’re stunned. You don’t know how to act and what to do. The grief is overwhelming. There’s so much sadness, but also confusion.

Why did this happen to my family? Is there something wrong with us? Why did God let this happen to my sister? What did she ever do to hurt anyone?

Why do evil people prosper?

I’ve made it a point to write about my sister a lot over the years. I won’t forget. I’m the last surviving member of my family so I CAN’T forget.

If I forget, then there’s no one left to recall the poker games, dance halls, songs about love and life, the pool games, the boyfriends, the fights, the Christmases, the birthdays … all the things my life was made out of when my life was real and mattered and people I loved still breathed the air of planet earth.



They’re gone on to be with Jesus. But I’m still here. As long as I’m alive, they’re alive. I still recall how my sister’s pinto beans tasted. They were the best ever! I still recall my mother’s cornbread dressing and giblet gravy. Nobody made it like her. I remember my brother’s shady smile. He knew how to charm people out of their money. That was his gift.

My family was full of characters. Sometimes I daydream about how things might have been if God had let me be born into a sweet family of Christians that taught Sunday school and sang in the choir. But God didn’t give me that holy, righteous family. He gave me a bunch of sinners … but oh, how I loved them!

So I guess this post is about all of my loved ones who’ve passed on. I miss them so much. Yes, they had bad qualities but they also had many endearing and memorable qualities.



My grandmother, Vannie May Payne died in January of 1978. She lived on a farm in East Texas that didn’t even have an indoor toilet but she loved it.

My sister, La Queta Ann died in February of 1979. She was the best dancer! She laughed a lot. She would rescue you if you needed it.

My father, John Howard Payne Jr. died in December of 1980. He was gambler. He taught me what a Parlay was when I was 10 years old. I knew that Parlays were a long shot but they paid well if they came in. I knew about prize fighters and basketball teams…the winners and the losers.

My brother, Sonny Boy (aka John Howard Payne III) died in June of 1997. He loved farming and always lived in East Texas right up to his death. Our grandparents taught us to grow tomatoes and things and he loved planting and growing things.

My mother, Evolena Smith, died in October of 1999. She loved Schlitz beer, poker games, and pool games. She could laugh, talk and bullshit with the mayor of the city or the drug dealer on the corner.

My brother, Curtis Dale Payne is a homeless man who lives on the streets. I don’t know if he’s still alive. He was/is an excellent pool player and has earned his living hustling pool for his whole life. If you walk into a bar and there’s a scruffy looking guy with his own pool cue and a straggly gray beard, don’t play pool with him! He’ll take all your money.


I believe I’ll see every single one of these people in heaven because that’s just how good, kind, forgiving and loving our Father in Heaven is.


Thursday, April 5, 2018

Woman Goes Berserk After Binge Watching House Hunters on HGTV

I’ve been binge watching House Hunters this week. Used to be one of favs but now…it’s like…if I hear another homeowner whine, “Oh no? You mean to say I gotta get in the car and drive for 10 minutes to get to the beach?” And then they make that face.



Another favorite saying, “We have to be within 5 minutes of the City Center, and that’s a deal breaker!” Usually, women say that one and then they give the real estate agent a harsh grimace.




Every single person who moves overseas to France or Italy really thinks they’re going to get a 3 bedroom, 2 bath apartment that overlooks a quaint village for $900 per month. And, they want it "move-in ready."

Then if you DO somehow miraculously find them a place like they want, they whine some more.

“These countertops need to be marble.”

“These appliances are outdated.”

“These floors are awful.”

“Is there any we could talk the owners into replacing the floors/sink/bathroom/horrid faucets/ and of course, we’ll need the whole place repainted. Beige walls? What were they thinking?”




I’ve come to a place where I’m afraid I may go berserk, find the House Hunters show in Los Angeles and chase the director around the studio yelling, “You bastard! You knew what you doing! Make it stop!" 

Then I'd lay down on the floor whimpering. "I can't make it stop. I can't make it stop." 

Then later, after everyone goes home, I'll wake up, go in the editing room and "fix" those House Hunter programs where the man is always saying, "I'd love to pay too much for only 400 square feet that's not even close to the beach."

And the woman will agree, saying, "If you could just take out those shiny new appliances and give us some old rusted crap, that would be great."

I love happy endings!