In honor of Heritage Month

It's Celtic Heritage Month, or if you prefer, Irish American Heritage Month and of course, being part Irish, I have some things to say about it.

At one time, there were Irish landowners in Ireland, until genocide of the Irish ravaged the Emerald Isle.

Mass confiscation of all Catholic owned land by the Cromwellian regime during the horrific ethnic cleansing at a time when it wasn't considered a crime to kill anyone Irish, contributing to the destruction of this class of people.  At best, they were considered prisoners of war.  If not slaughtered, many were sold into slavery or indentured, and were deported to the Caribbean Islands or The Colonies.  Not very many were actual refugees.  Few people today know that between 1600 and 1699, far more Irish were sold as slaves than were Africans, although both races suffered abuse from the British landowners in the West Indies.

There were pockets of Irish settlements scattered among the islands of the more powerful countries of the Netherlands, England, France, and Spain.  Some settlements were on St. David’s Island, Antigua, Jamaica, and Montserrat, which was called the Other Emerald Isle.  This is some little known history of the Irish.

I've researched this and believe it would make an excellent piece of historical based fiction, if for no other reason than to put information out there for people to see that it's nothing more than common sense to recognize throughout history, there have been many kinds of peoples subjugated.  

Listed below are some potential things of interest for your consideration.

Celtic Guide is always outstanding in content, and is a monthly online and print publication, the online version being free.

These are books.

Suddenly, While Abroad:  Hitler's Irish Slaves

To Hell or Barbados:  The Ethnic Cleansing of Ireland by Sean O'Callaghan

White Cargo, by Don Jordan and Michael Walsh

Just wanted to toss the above out for perusal.

A limerick and uses for foobs.

I was bald, but now I'm breastless,

If I want, I eat dinner at breakfast.

I am now flat, as well as fat,

But at best, I do try to be fabulous.

Uses for foobs.

Book end if one.  Book ends if there are two.

Conversation piece

Water bowl for a small pet while traveling

Paperweight

Holder for the remote control

Keyholder

Change holder

 Glasses holder

Cell phone holder

Stranger things have happened.

Barn time yesterday was nice with nary a chicken to be found, except for the itty bitty ones in a tub with a light because they are babies.  They aren't much bigger than my two thumbs put together, so they are okay.  It's the big white chicken that hates me.

The horses were goofy, though.  One wouldn't pick up her right front hoof for me to clean it, so we got into a leaning contest.  Four of them tried to untie the lead rope they were tied with while I was grooming them.  One hadn't rolled in pee like he usually does.  One had mud dreads.  I will attribute all of that silliness to the full moon.

I received in my inbox a message about my documenting of the house build going on.  Evidently, the company who is building it wants to feature some of the pictures on their social media.  I suppose that's a good thing, even though the camera in my phone isn't all that great.  Stranger things have happened, go figure.  Inadvertent photography being publicated (Yes, my own made up word.) and yet when I try to intentionally get my novel length fics published, nothing happens.  Wtf?

Today, I made toothpaste again.  That's always fun.

The other day, I decided on what things I would give a quiz on regarding beta reading/editing, if I was ever in charge of looking for people who could beta read or edit.

Who and Whom

Who's and Whose

A and An

I and Me

Which is not an article?  A, An, The, It

Me, I, Myself, Mine 

Abstract Nouns

Then and Than
Accept and Except

Wither, Whether, Weather
Sale and Sell

That and Which

There and Their

To, too, and two
Weary and Wary

Were, we're, wear, where

Yes, I would definitely find those very fun to toss at someone to see if they knew their shit about this shit, just because.

And now, I think it's time for either some strawberry cobbler or white wine.

Barn time this week.

The damn chicken stalked me and cornered me in a stall both days I was at the barn this week.  Now the thing is, if the chicken was a vampire, I'd know how to deal with it.

Maybe I need to look into chicken repellent for the scary chicken.

The horses were fabulously delightful.  I did unicorn braids on some of the tails this week, but since it takes longer to comb out, I won't be doing that much anymore.  W's tail is improving nicely.  D's tail is now dragging the shavings when it's unbraided and combed out and that's with it being wavy, so go me on successful tail management at the barn, even if I am only a volunteer.

The weather has been wicked cold this week, snow and ice at the beginning of the week and more snow and ice at the end of the week, but I did manage to get some colored hair bands for tail braiding next week.  That will be awesome since there's neon green, purple, pink, black with silver, and orange, I think it is.  Or is it neon blue?  Anyway, you get the idea.  Colored hair bands for tails equals for even more fun braiding time.

Cleaning hooves was a challenge this week.  I should have worn my Solidea sleeve because of the change in air pressure, but didn't.  I did have on my UnderArmor shirt, which still helped, it just wasn't quite as firm in support as what the Solidea sleeve is.

Last night's supper for me was some pasta noodles, with broiled asparagus salted with smoked salt, a drizzle of olive oil, and a pat of butter.  It was so damn good.  Don't hate me.

Milestone post coming up.  I shall update my pinterest number, I dropped the fakebook page because it was pointless.  I had minimal activity on it, I refuse to fight with fucking fakebook about if people want to follow me and/or see my damn posts, so fuck it.  I'm on here, I'm on pinterest.  Shouldn't that be enough?  I think it should be, at least it is for me, anyway.  JS

Post #50.

Coming to you live, from blogger.com, it's my 50th post with milestones, including an international readership consisting of people in ten different countries, pinterest followers, and being NED.

No more fakebook connected to my blog.  That was pointless, since the majority of my readership comes from pinterest, go figure.

Fifty percent of my readers are reading through various WinDoze devices, all others are utilizing all other operating systems.  Browser info is none of my damn business; use what you want as you want to peruse, read, and surf the internet.

569 Followers on Pinterest.  A Valid Option has 316 and has international followers, from businesses for medicinal use cannabis, medical doctors, people who want to know more, learn more medical information about international studies done on it for various health problems, researchers and collectors of anecdotal information for themselves, family members, or to share with their health care providers, and others like me who believe it should be presented as a legal and valid option for health care.

Never did I ever think when I started collating medical information that I'd wind up with an international following of that particular board that would perhaps help others seeking such information.  I just know what was done to me in the name of "medicine" that was nothing more than legalized torture and abuse, and it was wrong on so many levels, it's not even funny.  I didn't have all options presented to me to be able to choose my own medical care in an informed manner, it was chosen for me, and I do believe cannabis oil should have been presented as a valid and legal option, right along with whatever else is legal, such as big pharma poisons.  If you don't fucking believe this happens with oncology patients having information withheld from them, and the decisions regarding their health care taken from them because that information isn't presented to them, you should probably click the back button because I'm sure some of my content here will offend you, especially when I say it does happen, it's happened to other people who have told me about it, so I know it wasn't just me that had such a thing occur.  JS 

I am currently NED. Diagnosed in 7/2011. I was given one (over) dose of TCH, then four weekly doses of herceptin, three months of weekly doses of taxol and herceptin, bilateral mastectomy done 1/2012, then six months of once every three weeks of CMF and herceptin. 

I was diagnosed at age 44 as grade three, stage three, invasive in ductal HER2+ breast cancer, either 12 or 16 nodes were removed, 4 of which were supposedly positive. I had absolutely no risk factors, other than for having breasts. Non-smoker, non-drinker, no family history of breast cancer, BRCA was negative, no artificial crap hormones like birth control pills for decades, no artificial hormone replacement therapy crap, I breastfed my three baby monkeys (sons) at least a year, wasn't really overweight aside from needing to lose ten or twelve pounds, and was very active.

No radiation, no reconstruction, am concave on my upper chest. Current oncologist says he would consider me "cured" if I can get to five years out from my surgery date. I've made it three years, I have one year and eleven months left.

That is a milestone because now I have less than two years to count down to the five years out from surgery.

And, if you hadn't noticed, I've used my original horsedoovers name, because I am the original and authentic HorseDoovers.  Any other one isn't me.  JS

Sometimes I don't get it. Part Two.

Sometimes I don't get it.  Part Two.

The thing I see the most with rude drivers around here is this.

There is NOTHING behind me.  Nothing, as in no vehicles.  Nary a one.

And yet someone from a side road will fucking pull out in front of me.  Why can't they wait that extra three seconds for me to pass before pulling out in front of me?  And then why can't they actually drive the fucking speed limit, rather than half the speed limit?  It doesn't matter if there is snow and ice on the road, this happens in hundred degree weather when the road is dry and driving conditions are optimal.

What the ever loving fuck all?  Is it dumb asses get on the road and pull out in front of other drivers day?  This is not acceptable social behavior on the road.  JS

Something amusing I actually saw was a sign by a road that had words printed on it.  "Man Toys."  Is that what it's called when there's a yard sale with items that men would be interested in?  That must be in regarding that creative wording. Talk about efficient word smithing, that's definitely creative and efficient.

The rude drivers need to stay off the damn road and if they don't, which we all know they won't, then they don't need to pull out in front of me.  

Sometimes I don't get it. Part One.

Sometimes, I just don't get it.  Part One.

I participate in several online groups.  (And no, I dgaf who reads this and gets offended.)

Am I just that old to where I don't communicate well with my chemo addled brain?  

I had commented about something.  Person A leaves a comment that she thinks is amusing.  I genuinely and politely question said comment because I honestly didn't comprehend it.  Someone who I communicate with pointed out Privately and politely to me that it was intended to be humorous.  Okay, I can see that now, but before I can go actually say anything, Person B publicly tells us to go get medicated.  Perhaps she thought she was diffusing the situation.  Person A and I were communicating just fine, though, and were in the process of sorting things out.  I told Person B that I didn't appreciate her comment at all.

What in the ever loving fuck all comes into someone's mind as acceptable to insult two people by injecting herself into a fucking conversation that first off, didn't involve her, second, that she wasn't invited into or asked to clarify shit for anyone, and third, insult the both of us by insinuating that Person A and myself should be fucking medicated?  Since when the fuck is that considered acceptable social behavior?  I just do not understand this at all.  (Maybe it's because I've been on the internet over twenty years now and I'm old.)

Don't get me wrong, I do have a sense of humor.  That said, I don't find it amusing to myself or others to fucking insult someone unless they have opened themselves up for insulting.

And yet the Private communication person is so incredibly kind.  There's not one mean or selfish bone or even cell in her body.  If people had just ten cells of the kindness this particular lady possesses, or even that of RedHun, LAP, or Streak, the world would be just so much of a better place.