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To all members
Posted On 04/28/2018 02:23:28

  A big thank you to all who took the time to view and congratulated me for being a featured member for the week. I decided to write my letter to all because my typing is comparable to a snail’s pace. Still, I want you to all know that I appreciate every single note.

My original page was on there since the beginning of the Hill and you would probably still be viewing my picture in an animated box. lol When I saw the number Photobucket did to my page, I knew it was either redo or withdraw my membership, after all, I do have some pride. LOL 

One member recommended I get in touch with Pamela D who so kindly, patiently  helped me fix it so a big Thanks to her from moi.(me)

Oh, one more thing, I would be remiss if I forgot to mention the layout I used belongs to Doc Shell’s designs http://docshelldesigns.com/ 

With that, I’ll leave you with thoughts of a beautiful pale pink page by Doc Shell’s designs that will probably be on my page until hell freezes over. LOL.

Judy (Come and visit ya’ all)

Got my page cleaning done
Posted On 04/17/2018 15:22:10

I must have gotten a comment because I signed on the Hill after months of absence. Imagine my surprise when I saw my images missing and a big old ugly sign that politely tells me that Photobucket decided to be a meanie and erased all my images. “Oh well”, I sighed, “I’ve had the same page since the Hill began. Hey, I just realized I’m as old as the Hill.”” LOL Well, I decided to surf a few pages but each one that I peeked at were from visitors with a dazzling page. By the time I finished, I was in despair so figured I would check a few friends pages to see if their page was just as messy. Lo, and behold I found a few whose page lacked cleaning. Kust goes to prove misery loves company. Now, I thought, I can logoff knowing I wasn’t the only lazy Hill member with a page that was neglected and ugly.


  I can’t say exactly how because my memory is so lousy that I forget. LOL Anyway, I got to talking with Pamela D. She is a dear and told me how to change it using Doc’s layout. She typed out directions and if it had been me trying to type out instructions, I’ll still be typing. LOL I followed the instructions as proud as a peacock until I saw the pretty new page still littered with Photobucket’s ugly reminders. Again, Pam came dashing to the rescue and told me how to wash it away the remaining mess. Now, I have a sparking new page. Come and visit anytime because if history proves correct. I will probably keep the same page until the Hill comes tumbling down. LOL

Just a little chuckle
Posted On 04/08/2017 20:56:24

Just a little chuckle 

One of the poll questions that popped up today was asking how we reacted to door to door salesmen. Here is the poll question and answers:

Door to door salesmen:

 A. I say Not Interested & close the door

 B. I ignore the door.

 C.I listen politely--then say Not Interested

 D.Don't get any where I live


Well, didnt answer that poll because none of the answers apply to me except occassinally B. Generally, I don’t take advantage of my deafness but rather than deal with salemen, polltakers or suspicious charity beggers I play up on my deafness. 99.5% of the time I know if I pantamime that I am deaf, they smile and make a hand waving motion and beat it as if the devil is at their heels. LOL


I discovered this little strategy when I was in college. Back in the fall of 1970 racial tension was in my college too. My dorm situation consisted of a little living room and two bedrooms. We had a little cupboard where we keep tea and dishes that we could use with hot water. That particular evening I was siting on the floor with the door opened making myself a cup of tea. I saw a motion so looked up and there was a Black guy with a regular cup. I assumed he wanted some hot water to make himself a cuppa. Imagine my surprise when I was just about to pour boiling water in his cup when I saw a few dolloar bills and change in it. My curiosity got the better of me and I began yell for my suitemate. Clara’s room was just a few feet but I was beginnig to wonder if she suddenly became deaf. After yelling her name several times, she opened the door. She pretended like she didn’t know anything so asked the young man and then told me.


“He wants to know if you would like to contribute to the Angela Davis defense fund.”


I told him I was a money poor student so he grinned and left. (which was no fib) After he left I knocked on Clara’s door to find out why she had acted so sheeplisly. Her excuse was that she hoped I would tell him I was deaf. LOL


As for the other .5% of salemen, well, I ignore the door if I know it is a salesman. If I am unlucky that day the salesperson might start signing and then I am stuck. lol



Most of you probably know who Angela Davis was. In case you don’t, she was a young activist for Black right during the 70s.



Posted On 03/20/2017 22:26:41



Today I made one of my rather rare visits to the Hill. I was checking my page and found 2 new “peekers” at my profile. Now don’t get me wrong. I love to have people check it. That is part of what makes social sites it fun. Still, This may be trivial but it irks me when someone checks my page and I go to return the favor only to get an ugly screen telling me I am not a “friend.” I know it isn’t a matter of life or death but to me it is a matter of principle. What gives the person a right to go surfing others profiles but slam the door in others faces when they try to return the deed?


I also try to leave a little comment on the pages I visit even if I clicked by mistake. I just consider it polite LOL A short generic greeting that one can paste to pages they visit is sufficient.

I think most of you know I try to be polite and never confrontational but I do have this silly idea that people are generally as nice as I am. LOL




Well, I happened to surf one of my groups. The last time someone wrote in that group seems a while. Still,I am sure glad I waited to post this because I came upon a post saying it disliked generic greetings. While I stand by my opinion, it gave me another perpective so I change a few words that might have a little harsh. I realized there once again are two sides to every story or opinion. I think my only reason is my slow as molasses typing. Like molasses it moves but slowly. LOL I guess I will continue to send generic greetings that are public and take the time to pound out to a private message when I respond to something. I have to do it this way or my poor hubby will have to endure a wife who will have her butt glued in front of this computer banging slowly away on the keyboard. ha


Now remember folks, that is just my humble opinion.



Who am I
Posted On 05/08/2016 20:18:57

I am taking a deserved break from reinstalling programs after a Window reset.  Keep in mind, I wrote this with tongue in cheek.

Who am I?  Well, not taking inflation into account, it is a million dollar question. People have asked this question about themselves down throughout the ages, people smarter than this ol’ gal.

Like most people I can give a superficial account of me.  I am friendly and a people lover who can be shy at one time and outgoing the next. I am a marvelous actress and can ooze with confidence but when it comes down to fact, I seriously lack the confidence I give off.

I am a tender heart person who hates to see poverty, pain or abuse of any kind. I cry easily at movies, books, pictures or just real life. Now to give a fair account, I also have some less desirable traits. Patience is not a virtue of mine. Procrastination has stolen a lot of my nearly 65years.  I inten to cure this,  starting tomorrow.   I have a quick temper and usually get the last word.

The rest I will leave to your imagination)))

Met my love
Posted On 05/04/2016 11:21:50

Met my love 30 years ago today.

I always thought I was a romantic but after nearly 30 years together, I freely admit it is Paul that is the true romantic.

We were supposed to met at a local restaurant.  We didn’t know much more about each other than our names.  He knew I was deaf and that I would be wearing a red and white polka dot blouse. Thanks goodness he was at the restaurant before me so was looking for a walking polka dot figure or else I might have had to play a guessing game.  When we introduced ourselves and shook hands, I felt like tiny electric shocks was shooting through me. I never experienced that sort of chemistry with any man or boys I dated. I was too practical to fall for a guy upon meeting for the first  time so just brushed it off.  We went into the restaurant and began to get acquainted  and all the time I am thinking, 
“On, he’s one of the few people I can’t lipread with ease,”   
I liked him because he seemed so sincere and polite. He knew how to treat a lady and said, “I know we agreed to go go Dutch here but I would be honored if you would let this be my treat.” He was a real gentleman but it was so hard to understand him so much of it was me just nodding and following verbal and facial clues.
Well, I just made the best of it but secretly chalked it of as a flop.  Paul confirmed that thought when he told me he had to leave to go to the office to finish up some work.  
“Sure, you do on a Sunday.” I thought.  
Nothing was said about another date.    Being too much the lady, I just said goodbye. 
I need to say that all communication was via snail mail. Paul didn’t knowmy last name or address.  I had rented a post office box.   My name was in the phone book. We met on a Sunday and on Monday there was another letter.  He enjoyed it enough to ask me to meet him at another restaurant.  I wrote back and said I would. I planned to tell him that since I couldn’t understand him, it would be better to call it off. Imagine the lovely surprise when he signed,”How are you?”  as I walked into the restaurant.  Apparently, he knew that I was having difficulty understanding him that he rushed to the library and learned the manual alphabet and the 3 signs.  My practical heart became mush.

Thirty years later we are still together and celebrate the day we met and our wedding anniversary.  Oh yes, Paul admit some time later that he too felt the “physical chemistry” when we shook hands.  That is a story for another day.

Just gotta brag
Posted On 04/22/2016 00:30:04
Just gotta brag

Don’t know how many of you watch Dancing with the Stars but it is something to watch on Monday nights especially this last season.  Nyle De Marco is a young man who is a graduate from Gallaudet University.  He won American’s next Top Model and now is on DWTS.  He is a handsome man with a beautiful personality.  If only I was 40 years younger. SIGH  Ha
Nyle was paired with Peta and during the second week they got the highest scores from the judges for that week. Monday night they switch all the partners and Nyle got Sharna. They did a Viennese waltz and it was so beautiful that Carrie Ann was all choked up. Would You believe that they got 9s and 10s. The only 10s of the night.  Even though it was harder on Nyle than it was on the others to use a new partner, he smiled and gave his all.
Win or lose, this person is a winner in every way. Watch and vote for this hunk.

Tags: Nyle De Marco

Just one more cooking blunder
Posted On 04/09/2016 15:26:02

One of the members asked me to tell Mishap 4 of the cooking saga so here it is.


That one was a funny one though not intentional.  My mother in law had shared a corn side dish.  I made it several times before.  It was Thanksgiving at Mom's with galore of food.  I had made my corn dish at Mom's.  My family just loved that dish so when it was time to dig in and eat, they all started eating.   My brother in law took a rather big bit of the corn dish and started choking, gasping, coughing and tearing up.   One by one all the other family members were choking and gasping except my DH(Dear Hubby) who is from NM where the hotter the better. I was dumbfounded; they acted like they were being poisoned. I had yet to take a bite so just kept staring at my family. Finally one of my sisters' gasped out, "What kind of chilies did you use." knowing my family were wimps, I replied, "I used two cans and you know that stuff is mild." Her husband who was finally regaining his composure leaned over to his wife and whispered  "Tell her to prove it." Rolling my eyes in absolute disgust, I walked over to the wastebasket to fish the cans and prove it. Of course, I looked first and it said jalapenos, HOT and I used TWO cans. Oops, and in all that time DH is eating and wondering what the hullabaloo was about.  Needless to say, hubby ate it with relish and the others avoid it.

Cooking and me
Posted On 04/08/2016 19:01:18

Kiwibarb  wrote a blog and called it  “Cooking Catastrophes”   That got me thinking and wondering if I ever made cooking mistakes. Well, ummmm, Oh yeah,  I remember the time I was in my teens and decided to fix a simple dinner so Mom wouldn’t have to add cooking to her long day. First things first so I went out to check the mail. Lo, my Good Housekeeping magazine came.  I grabbed the ground beef from the refrigerator and put it in a light weight pan and started to brown it.  About that time Mom walked in and asked what I was fixing.  

“Macaroni and hamburger,” I replied

Mom went to change her clothes then returned to the Kitchen and there I was slaving over the hot stove with the GHmagazine turned to one of their regular features, “My Problem and How I Solved It” in my left hand and my right hand stirring the ground beef and both eyes on the article. Mom tapped me on the shoulder  and I jumped and somehow hit the long handle of the pan.  You guessed it, the dog had a hamburger feast and the humans mac and cheese.

Mishap 2 tells the story of my first and last attempt to bake chocolate brownies in the microwave.  I knew all about microwave ovens(I thought) since they were common in college dorms.  That summer found me pretty cocky, after all, I just finished my first year of college. Mom had a box of brownie mix so I followed the directions for microwave oven. Bake for 10 minutes then let set for another ten.  For good measure, I baked them for 12 minutes and checked. Still doughy so set the timer for another ten minutes. Well, to make a long story short I kept the resetting the timer about 5 times before I gave up and took the brownies out. By then they still had a mushy center. I put the pan on the counter and just went out for the evening.     When I came home that night, there was a note by the brownies from my brother.  He wrote, I’ve heard of petrified wood but never heard of petrified brownies.”

Mishap 3, It was the first Thanksgiving with my husband and step daughter. I was planning a turkey dinner with all the trimmings. I cleaned and rinsed the turkey stuffed it with a recipe from the GH magazine. When I took the turkey out of the oven and was putting the dressing in a bowl. I found a bag of turkey organs.(liver,kidneys,neck)  I looked at Paul

“where did this come from?” I asked.

Didn’t you clean it?

“Yeah, I ran water over it but nobody told me to check inside.  That’s gross.”

From then on my Dear Hubby prepared the turkey.


Mishap 4 was using two cans of jalapeño peppers instead of mild green chilies but I’ll forego that one. Ha  Telling the world about 3 cooking disasters will probably suffice without me confessing all my kitchen flops

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