Category Archives: RANTS



I was just watching the NBC Nightly News and they had a segment on how to keep babies from getting SIDS and while the voice-over is telling us that babies should sleep in their parents room until they are a year old (the video shows a baby in a crib in it’s own room), to put babies on their backs, (video shows a mom putting the baby on it’s SIDE), and to put them on hard surfaces and to not use blankets or have toys in cribs (and both videos show mom’s putting blankets on infants and there were toys in the crib along with the baby).

Oh my goodness….my brain is ready to explode….this is not the first time I have seen these kinds of  things happen on the news.  Is it me…Have I died and gone to some weird 5th dimension where black is white and white is black…up is down and down is up….fat is in and thin is out (okay, that is just not gonna happen but it’s my 5th dimension and I can always hope…)

Why would you put the exact opposite of what you are saying up on the screen?  I didn’t see it as “Warning: This is what you should NOT do”.  It was more like no one bothered to edit the segment.  Crap like this is why I would never trust anything I see on the news…no matter which channel I was watching!


Your Queen, who is quickly losing her patience with news media stupidity




I really should not have been as surprised as I was watching the MTV awards show.

Miley Cyrus really set the bar low last year butt (and I do mean BUTT) this year’s performances and outfits were the last straw for me (I know, I know).   Had I wanted to see big butts shakin’ I could have just looked in my mirror at home and jumped up and down and physics would have done the rest (a body in motion stays in motion…).  It was like when you come upon a car accident and you don’t want to look but the horror of it all kinda compels you to look.  I was morbidly fascinated by all that flesh that was bouncing around….how can a butt be so big and yet not be hanging down around her thighs?   When they did the casting call for the dancers was a big butt the first requirement?   I kinda feel like I had had a weird nightmare about dancing butts….

And then we had Mrs. Kimmie West and all of her orbital glory hanging out.   Someone please explain to me how any self-respecting woman (oh, wait…I guess I just answered my own question…she has NO self-respect) can dress like that.  And is she offended when no one can look her in the eyes as she speaks?

But the icing on the cake had to be Beyonce gyrating and touching and whipping that fake hair around all the while singing about feminism and powerful women….WHAT?

When is the last time you saw a real feminist act like that?  What once started as equality for women has morphed into WHO CAN BE THE BIGGEST HO.

Real feminists don’t want to be thought of as a man’s plaything but these young women are falling all over themselves to portray an aura of unbridled sexuality.

AND SHE HAD HER TODDLER DAUGHTER THERE WATCHING!!!!  What in the name of all that is normal and healthy was that woman thinking????

The more I think about the debauchery I saw last night, the more incredulous I am that we have slunk so low as a society that this garbage now is entertainment for the masses.  It used to be only viewed in dark, seedy, porn houses by sad old men.  Now our babies are watching it.

Where is it going to go from here?  How long before we are accepting public acts of those things that once were only between a husband and wife in the privacy of their own bedrooms?   How much more depraved can we get?

How much more will the Creator of all things good allow this land to exist before He has had enough and destroys us like He did at Sodom and Gomorrah?  Or is He just watching us destroy ourselves from our privilege of having “free will”?

I am glad I am getting older and each moment brings me closer to my home in Heaven as I don’t want to see the kind of world my grandchildren and their descendents will have to live in.  My prayer is that their names and all of their children’s children will be entered in the Book of Life.





Because I am not often home at night to watch TV, I usually view the programs I have DVR’d a few days after they have aired and this week was no exception.  Last night I watched The Oscars and saw how we as a society pay such extraordinary homage to those that “entertain” us.  Not only do we pay them millions of dollars but we also fall all over ourselves to meet them and have our pictures taken with them (as if by standing next to them and having the proof of our “meeting” them, their greatness and desirability will somehow rub off on us and we will be the envy of everyone who sees the photo!) but what true value are these people to society?  Is their (and the whole movie crew, etc.) ability to take on the role of someone else benefiting us as a whole?  Is my life going to change by watching an actor pretend to be someone or something?  Sure, there are some movies that have the opportunity to change our way of thinking but are those not just the stories of other “real” folks?  Shouldn’t the accolades go to the real person and not to the person acting like them?  Is it me or do we have this all backward?

What really got me thinking about this was a segment on the TV show, “CBS SUNDAY MORNING” on the actions of an 8 year old boy at a Cracker Barrel store.  Perhaps many of you have seen the YouTube video of it but I had not.  The  story is that this boy and his family were walking into the store when the youngster found a $20 bill in the parking lot.  Can you imagine how excited that little fella must have been?  Heck, I’D be pretty dang excited!  I’m sure his little mind was racing with thoughts of what wondrous  things he could purchase with his new-found wealth.  But then he noticed a Air National Guardsman in the store with his family and this little man did an extraordinary thing…he wrote a note to the soldier and told him that “today was his lucky day” and gave him the money he had just found.  He told him that his family liked to “pay it forward” and thanked him for his service.  He signed it with his name and the words, “a gold star kid”.   (His dad was killed in Iraq just 5 weeks after he was born so he never even knew his dad.)  At the end of the segment, his mom said that after they left the store, he wanted to go to the cemetery to see his dad and he wanted to go alone. His mom took two photos of him….one showed his lone footprints in the snow to his dad’s grave and the other was of him hugging his dad’s tall gravestone tightly.

Now you tell me….who deserves the accolades?



I like to think most of us Minnesotan’s are a nice bunch of folks.  Always willing to help one another and all that but today I found out that maybe, there are some of us that lack the Minnesota Nice gene.

Last night I debated what vehicle to drive to work.  Did I want to take Big Bertha which I had never driven and wasn’t too sure how I was even going to get up into her as she is a very tall truck and I have a very heavy butt which makes hoisting myself up precarious at best.  I have worked two winters already at the place where I was going and I had never gotten stuck in the parking lot so I took a chance and took the Matrix.

My first inkling that it was going to be a whole different ballgame came as I was trying to get up the hill by Starbucks.  That hill has given me a few heart-stopping moments before but last night was a real joy.  I got half-way up and my tires started spinning and I was going nowhere fast.  I am not the best backer-downer in daylight on a flat surface so the thought of having to back down a slippery hill with the possibility of sliding right onto Hwy 53 was making me clench certain unmentionable parts in fear.  So I did what any fear-crazed person does in that situation….gunned it and burned rubber and sllllloooowwwllyyyyy  burned my way up the hill.  (If my husband is reading this….I am just making this part up for literary excitement….honest….really….).

The parking lot was looking quite snowy and I debated where to park.  I must have lost some brain cells in my death-defying ride up the hill cause I parked in a stupid place so I would have to back out instead of backing in so I could just pull out in the morning.

I watched it snow all night from my window at work and about 2am the plow guy comes and starts his weird way of plowing and with each spastic pass, I could see the snow building up behind my car.  I shoulda taken Big Bertha.

When my 12 hour shift was done, the plow guy was STILL plowing (never have I seen anyone take as long to plow a smallish parking lot as this guy….he must get paid by the hour and I swear he plows with his eyes closed) and I went out hoping for the best.

The plow guy was sitting in his truck by the entrance.  Waiting for more snow to fall?  Napping?   As I walked by, I had an idea that if I went over to my car and in a theatrical way looked at it all snowed in, he might take pity on me and come and help.  Either he is dense or my acting skills suck as no matter how much I gestured and threw up my hands, he still sat in his truck.

So now what?  The snow is up to my knees and I have no shovel.  I do have a sturdy piece of Tupperware that I could use to scoop the snow but since I am a heart-attack waiting to happen, I figured it would be my last resort.  So I started pushing the snow with my feet.  I got a perverse thrill pushing the snow onto the freshly plowed spots.  I was secretly hoping he would come over and yell at me for messing up his work but he was probably happy to have more hourly work to milk.

Thankfully the snow was pretty light and it moved easily but I am not used to using my legs like that and soon I was huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf and my heart was pounding.  I know that by looking at me you would think I was the Poster Child for Healthy Living (not!) so I figured either I would croak or I am in better shape than I look so I did the best I could while gasping for breath.  I even took my scarf off my semi-bald head thinking that maybe he might think I had had some chemical treatments and feel guilted into helping me but nooooo.

Once I had kicked a path for my back tires, I got in and tried to back out.  Ya, sure. Tried to rock it.  No go as I had not thought to move snow from the front of the car.  So it’s back out to kick away more snow.

As I am a vision in my black cape, black pants, black gloves and huge multicolored scarf (all I needed was a scythe to complete the look of Death), I glance over my shoulder and see a young man in a car and guess who is pushing him out of his parking spot?  Mr. Plow Truck man.  I am dumbstruck.  How can he be helping a young man who wasn’t even in an inch of snow and he watches a fat, bald, old woman up to her knees in snow feebly attempting to kick the snow away from her car?

Now those of you that know me, know that I rarely display the famous VanWave temper (my sister, on the other hand, has reduced grown men to babbling babies by unleashing it….love you sis 🙂 ) but this was just too much for me.  I stood at the back of my car with my hands on my mega Kardashian hips and gave them a look that said, “Are you freakin’ kidding me?”  Unlike Auntie Em, I was going to tell him what I thought of him in no uncertain terms and I was getting my VanWave on  (for you that don’t know, my maiden name is Van Wave and the family has a legendary temper) when he saunters over.  In the few seconds it took him to come over, I had an inner battle rage… I rip him a new one or do I do the “helpless” woman shtick?   My evil twin, Roxie, wanted to rip but my “I am too tired and just want to go home” side prevailed and I sweetly/but secretly sarcastically  asked him in he had any suggestions.  To his credit and much to my relief, he said he would try to move the snow behind the car and with two swipes of his plow he had removed most of the snow (he couldn’t have done that 20 minutes and four years off my life ago?).  I got in and tried to just back out but the snow around the rest of my car was still too deep and so I just spun my tires.  He very kindly went to the front of the car and pushed me until I was able to get out.

I thanked him profusely as any Minnesota Nice person would have done all the while thinking, “Didn’t your momma teach you better than to let a woman do what I had to do and then have to give you the old “hands on the hip” move before you felt it necessary to help me?

What has happened to old-fashion manners?   My husband would never allow a woman to dig herself out if he could help her.  And may God strike him blind if he ever sat and WATCHED a woman struggle.

Have we as women made the last two generations of men this way by our shouts of EQUALITY?   Have we “equalified” ourselves out of  acts of kindness by men?  Have we “thrown out the baby with the bath-water”?

I am all for equal pay for equal work.  I believe that MOST jobs can be done equally as well by either sex.  But I feel men 50 and under no longer view women as the physically weaker sex and because of that don’t readily come to the aid of a damsel in distress.  I know some of you younger women are stroking out over my opinion but think about it.  Women have less respect now than we did back before we were liberated.   It sickens me to see how the entertainment industry has prostituted women.  For the price of “Fame”, women are degrading themselves in droves.   Where is Gloria Steinem now?  Why is there no outcry from feminists over the sexual exploitation of our young girls.    Violence against women is only escalating.  And why not?  Just listen to the lyrics of most songs.  Just look at the performances of women singers.  The message being sent is that women are just chattel and of no real worth except for sex.

WAKE UP YOUNG PEOPLE.  Someday soon you too will be parents and what kind of society do you think you will have to bring your little girls up in?

WAKE UP WOMEN.  We worked so hard back in the 70s for respect and we have less of it today than we did back then.  We need to take back our dignity and our worth.

WAKE UP PARENTS.  Teach your sons that women are worthy of respect and protection.  Teach your sons that women are not just sex objects to be used, abused and discarded.  Teach your daughters positive self-worth.  Teach them that acting like sex kittens will get them nothing worthwhile and could get them hurt.

WAKE UP SOCIETY!   Do you see what kind of young people we are molding?  We have kids punching and killing people for sport.   (Want to see where we are headed??   Watch  the movie, “A Clockwork Orange”)

I started this post about Minnesota Nice and ended up on a soap box…..sorry.

As Denny Anderson used to say at the end of his newscast, “Be Nice”.



As I was enjoying my coffee this morning while listening to Holiday music and reading a Christmas decorating magazine, I was moved to write this post.

I was reading the editor’s column and I was struck by her words describing her holiday traditions; “In mid-December, we love having a special trim-the-tree evening.  I’ll prepare a light dinner, so we can begin decorating the tree early.  Once the twinkling tree is adorned with ornaments, we sit back and enjoy hot cocoa by a crackling hickory fire-all manner of holiday cheer enhanced by plenty of carols softly playing in the background.”

How does reading that make you feel?

For me it created a longing in my heart for something that doesn’t exist in my world.  And I’d be willing to bet it doesn’t exist in most of your worlds either.  How I envy families that have long-standing traditions that include multiple generations.  The families that have loved ones fly in or drive long distances to join in the memory making.  Families that are so close that if one member can’t make the occasion, their presence is sorely missed.  Do these kinds of families really exist in today’s world?  Are there really Currier and Ives-type celebrations?

Is it me or have families become more autonomous?   Do we feel that chatting on Facebook or Twitter is communication enough?  What happened to the  Sunday dinners at Grandma’s?

Growing up, my family always went to Grandma Lou’s for Sunday dinner.  All my mom’s brothers were there with their families (my aunt lived out-of-state) and as I look back now as a grandma myself, I see how blessed my grandparents were to have us all there every Sunday.  And every Christmas Day was spent there.  The men gathered in the basement to play poker and the women prepared the food and we kids looked under the tree for gifts with our names on them and each gift was handled and shook and speculated upon.  Everyone was in holiday attire, no jeans or sweats or everyday clothing.  It was a BIG DEAL.

So what happened?  Once Grandma Lou had to sell her house and move into an apartment, things changed.  We all grew up and had families of our own and we had no “glue” to keep us together.   No sense of “family” anymore.

What had started out as a great morning has morphed into some serious soul-searching.  Is it too late to attempt to grab ahold of what little family I have left and start making our own version of that Currier and Ives scene?   And what if no one else in the family has that same desire?  Or do we just “suck it up” and do the best we can with what we have?

To those of you who still have “family”, treasure it and try to make your kids and grandkids understand the value of traditions and the blessing of extended family.

“Blood is thicker than water”  is the old adage and I’m sure many of you have horror stories about relatives ruining holiday get-togethers.  And some of us have friends that are closer to us than family members but you must admit there is something to be said about the bond of DNA (good or bad!)

My wish for you my friends this Holiday season is that you can reclaim some good family traditions and that whatever your family situation is that you can make some new memories with those that you love.

As for me, I will be spending my Christmas not with family but with a person who needs all my love and kindness as there is no holiday spirit in them.  Perhaps that is the true meaning of Christmas….to give of ourselves.  The present of presence in an otherwise sad and lonely day.

My little family will be celebrating on some other day as with three work schedules to plan around we never have our  Christmas on the same day each year.  My hope is to make memories for my grandbabies that they will remember even if it isn’t my Currie and Ives dream.

Happy Thanksgiving one and all from your Mad Queen!



I don’t know if it’s because I am getting older (and older people are crabby, right?) or if I have just had enough of poor service but I am going to rant about what happened to me this morning as I tried to mail a package.

I stopped at my local convenience store/post office this morning at 8:45am to grab some milk ($4.00 a gallon! Really?) and to mail off a PREPAID package.  I went up to the clerk, who has worked there for years, and I said I would like to just drop off the package as it was prepaid.  She looked at me as if I had just asked her if the next flight to the moon was on time.  Now I realize that my hair is kinda oddly colored (faded black with tones of purple and red hues) and it is weirdly cut (never force your husband to buzz your hair) but the bald spot has grown in somewhat and is not that noticeable anymore, but I have been going into that store for 24 years and she has waited on me many times and I am always polite and friendly, so the “look”  took me by surprise.        “Uh, I don’t do the mail”, she told me in a spacey, this-is-my-first-day-on-the-job-and-I-don’t-know-what-to-do, tone.  The “post office” is literally two steps away from her spot and I have often given my mail to the clerk working the cash register so this was unexpected.  Ok, I thought.  Maybe the post office part doesn’t open until 9am, so I said to her, “Oh, is the post office not open yet?”.   Once again I got “the look”.  “Uh, ya it’s open….(looking at me with a “lights-on-but-nobody-home” stare) “but he’s in the back doing paperwork”.    Stare, stare, stare.

Now I’m starting to get ticked….and I can feel my blood pressure starting to rise.  I am thinking, “Ok sweetheart, what am I supposed to do now?”.   The stinkin’ package is PREPAID for goodness sake.  So we stare at one another.  I’m getting ready to pull a “Jodi” on her (my sister…you don’t want to mess with her) when she takes the package and mumbles something about maybe putting it over two feet to the post office counter.   I am dumbfounded.  This is an adult woman.  (I am getting a headache just writing about it!)  I would expect this kind of behavior from a teen on her first day of work, not knowing the ropes but this woman has been there for years.

Know had she told me that she couldn’t accept the package, as you have to be an employee of the Postal Service and I would have to go get the postal clerk, no problem.  Seems to me, tho, that he should be doing the paperwork at the counter so if someone needs him, he is available since the post office is OPEN.  But the fact that she just left me hanging, really upset me.

What ever happened to “The customer is always right”?   I am still shocked at the poor manner of service I get everywhere I go.  And anyone who knows me knows I am always nice and friendly so I know it isn’t just me.   Just more evidence of our decaying society.  I cannot imagine what this world will be like when my grandbabies are adults.  Heaven help us all.



I have gotten such a huge response to my blog about unsung heroes and fathers that it got me to thinking today, what are we as a country doing to honor those that give of themselves to others?  I’m sure there must be a Hallmark “Volunteer Day” but how many of us know  when that is?  And other than a perfunctory card or a token lunch or little gift, how are these great Americans being lauded?

Why is there no national day of recognition?  A day where everyone has the day off to pay tribute to these men and women who have done so much for others, some having died to save your house or your child or your life.

It sickens me to see how we fall all over ourselves to praise pro athletes and actors and politicians and everyone else in the public eye that has never, ever, risked their life for someone else and yet we throw millions of dollars at them to entertain us or whatever their gig is and yet, the real heroes go unnoticed by most of us UNTIL they come to rescue us or our loved ones or neighbors.  That is when we are aware of them.

Is there a Face Book site where you can post a story about a heroic person or act?

Why don’t our local papers and TV stations have a “Hero Of The Week” section/segment?   A place where you and I can learn of the acts of bravery or self-sacrifice that a fellow Northlander has done?   I WANT TO KNOW.  I NEED TO KNOW. YOU  NEED TO KNOW.

I am not just talking about firefighters, EMT’s, first responders, etc. but anyone who has made an impact on someone else’s life in a major way.

Can we start a movement?  I am not at all computer savvy but someone reading this is.  Start a FaceBook site where we can post our own heroes and their stories.  Write to our paper when we see a heroic act or know of someone who deserves some recognition.  We need to get these stories out.

Or do you just want to know about the Kardashians and the “Real” housewives of some metro city?   The choice is up to us…..