An American By Choice

USA and Austria

I am not a migrant. I am a first-generation love immigrant who followed her heart -and the man who was holding it captive. I came to America from a wealthy West-European country, a land that granted fantastic healthcare to everybody. I didn’t know what co-pay was, could get my teeth fixed, my eyes checked, and had a yearly physical from an early age.

Memories – Counting the Votes

“Mama said we are Republicans,” one of my helpers told me the other day and I could not help but smile. “How old were you?” I asked curiously and he said he didn’t know. Somewhere in between child and teenager, he became a Republican, because his mother said they were.

I am angry

I am angry…

…because we should give free -used or new- computers and laptops to kids of low-income families, so every kid has access to its online classroom

…because my friend has filed for unemployment five weeks ago, and still hasn’t seen a dime

Things you cannot blog about! But why?

Most and foremost, don’t ever write about religion, because good lord almighty you might rattle the boat. It’s almost as bad as writing about politics! Which is -if you live in the United (divided) States of America, perhaps the biggest blogging offense you can commit.

Lot’s of buzzing!

 

I have neglected my blog and my blogging friends. I didn’t write much and read even less. I have been busy; tried to juggle too many things all at once, bit off more than I could chew. Whenever life demands my full attention, the virtual world has to be put on hold.  

Smart Ass Tuesday

Smart Ass Tuesday

Some signs bring the worst out in readers or perhaps the best?

 

 

Smart Ass Tuesday

I was searching for a new vacuum cleaner, my old one had finally died, after years of abuse in my workroom. I was searching online, hoped to find a new cheap, upright-suction-wonder machine that would help me to shrink the cushion inserts.

Yes, doubt!

 

Religion made the word DOUBT a bad word. “Don’t doubt what I tell you, child. Believe what I say.” Isn’t it like saying, don’t you dare question anything, because I don’t have any answers?

Santa’s Kindle Stuff

Santa brought me a tablet for Christmas. Furthermore, this year Santa tried to be very sneaky and he used the Amazon account of a good friend instead of our own, to hide his tracks from Mrs. Santa.