Sky News hosts blasts Joe Biden’s ‘disgusting’ Trump rally shooting stat...

Sky News hosts blasts Joe Biden’s ‘disgusting’ Trump rally shooting statement: 

 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtZeVx5Om4c)

SWIFTS & ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT ON PRESIDENT TRUMP; Woodland-WA

There was a lot of swift activity happening today.

Around noon, we went for another exploration drive around Woodland :-)

Holland suggested we drive towards the Austin Point County Park - then onto the trestle bridge again: he wanted to drive under the bridge this time.

I was game: dirt roads suit me just fine :-)

Bypassing the main part of the County Park, we found a little out-of-the-way beachfront; and explored that sliver of sand until sand ran out where the river was making an inroad - then, we sat for a bit watching the gentle lapping waves, and listening to Tom Petty, and Journey, tunes on the radio.

Tugboat on the Mighty Columbia River; Woodland-WA

A semi-hidden sliver of beachfront; a new place to visit, for both of us ;-)

There may have been 8 people total … 5 adults, 3 children, and 3 dogs here;  with us.

St. Helen's Waterfront-OR, directly across the river.

Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers - 'Mary Jane's Last Dance' song:

 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtZeVx5Om4c)

The atmosphere was peaceful - outside, and inside, Betsy's cab.

Back on the main dike highway, the summer scent of drying field hay on the breeze made us both smile with past country day remembrances - we both grew up in the country. A little further down the highway, Holland found the road under the bridge, he wanted to explore.

Betsy didn't move too swiftly up the incline … but swift flitting dragonflies, and swift darting dark-bodied swifts raced back and forth across the windshield.

I was totally in my element :-)

Exploring the dike road that runs beneath the trestle 'Ghost Bridge'; Woodland-WA

Journey - 'Don't Stop Believing' song: 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3idGV-7kSQ)

I like doing stuff like this exploration - I'm a redneck woman, all the way ;-)

Swift moving fun in the sun.

The dike road was not well maintained, but it was an enjoyable country drive. However, it dead-ended with another little County Park and boat ramp.

This was also new to Holland who has fished up and down the Columbia River.

I was tickled pink that we had made new memories during today's outing - memories that don't involve the Past (either of our Pasts) in any way, shape, or form.

Today's adventures belong solely to US, and we are building our Life together on new stepping stones :-)

When we got back to the motel room, Holland received a text … we'll be driving to Kelso tomorrow to visit with his nephew Jake. We'll be hauling our laundry with us too - and take care of that business at the laundromat before we leave Kelso; it needs to be done, and Monday forward is going to be busy, busy, busy.

After Holland put his phone down, he made a large Supper salad … but eating it immediately was side-lined when a news briefing caught both our attentions as he was scrolling through the TV channels: 

Bloodied Trump rushed off stage after shots fired at rally:

 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL14SZKrjbY)

Eyewitness: The crowd 'went nuts' when Trump pumped his fist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8I6KtSgkPw

It wasn't surprising.

I had been saying for months that something like this would happen as the Presidential Election Date got closer: the obamanites failed at outing President Trump the entire 4 years he and his family were in The White House - they failed at the kangaroo court {convictions} they bored us with since biden's miserable coup … the only alternative the obamanite DC cartel has left to get rid of Trump once and for all, is to permanently end President Trump's life.

But, as usual, they failed. A.g.a.i.n.

And as usual, all the hateful social talking heads - hateful liar barak hussein obama, hateful dementia-boy biden, hateful hellery, and hateful cokehead dubbya … all took to the mic and social media outlets to vomit their hypocritical concern for the man they have vociferously gone after steadily for eight years straight: actively calling for his death, threatening to rape his wife, kidnap his teenage son … and bomb the White House.

The only people making threats have been the obamanites.

The only thing these wicked people are sorry about, is that their plot did not succeed with a swift moving bullet to the head.

The obamanite DC cartel are rabid dogs: totally untrustworthy and viscously motivated. They probably set this whole thing in motion to effectively keep biden in a {safe room, as before during his basement campaign four years ago}, so there will be no more disastrous addle-minded Presidential Debates: the obamanites have been looking for an out to keep biden out of the spotlight. And assassination plot isn't too far fetched to be considered when dealing with those poisonous yapping dogs who will stop at nothing to destroy anyone in their destructive path.

Obamanite hatespeak fallout - I'M VERY ANGRY RIGHT NOW; America is better than this! 5.30 PM tonight.

They are desperately overplaying their hand: but The People are not fooled … and only the hand of God stopped the bullet that clipped President Trump's ear, from entering his head, as intended.

barak hussain obama and his crooked DC cartel are not going to win this battle: Trump will swiftly be back up and running, stronger than ever because of the threat of death hanging over his head, now.

And I am righteously angry.

I am angry because America is better than this!

America - despite all the third-world tactics the obamanites have done their best to implant throughout America and our seats of high power - is not a third-world country.

America … and the world at large, needs President Trump.

The political insanity stemming from DC's obamanite cartel needs to be swiftly halted: President Trump is the man to do just that - and that is why the obamanites hate him and want to see him dead.

I'm pretty sure this very topic will be on everyone's lips tomorrow, while visiting in Kelso.

GOALS LOOP DRIVE~Woodland-WA

JULY 12TH: Holland has been studying and working on an agenda - and it sounds like fun; I am in agreement with him, on this topic ;-)

So, this morning we got up bright and early to get to where we needed to be in St, Helens-OR before the freeway became a frantic Friday parking lot.

The swelling in my leg has gone down, and my jeans slid up my legs pretty easily … but I noticed, as I pulled my sleeveless top over my head, that I had an allergic reaction to the heart monitoring adhesive from yesterday's Salmon Creek debacle.

I am allergic to adhesives … I started getting allergic to Band-Aids a few years ago.

Off we went … with Holland jokingly quipping, "Now I'll never be able to go off on my own, for fear you'll die on me of a heart attack or a stroke." We laughed, but I say that to him all the time about his high blood pressure and COPD concerns.

We are at the age where we need to adhere to The Buddy System.

Holland asked me if I'd like to stop at the Goodwill in Scappoose to grab a few more books, and I happily replied (((YES!))); I like to read … and the internet connection here, in Woodland, is ify at best - nonexistent most of the time.

Scappoose-OR from Woodland-OR; 50 min (46.5 mi) via I-5 S and US-30 W

I jumped back into Betsy's cab with an armload of paperbacks covering a wide range of interests, and off we went towards today's real goal ;-)

St. Helens-OR from Scappoose-OR 10 min (7.7 mi) via US-30 W

We grabbed the mail on the way through Rainier-OR … and I was instantly miffed: some unscrupulous minion had sold our mailing address - and a clueless moron thoughtlessly opened a wound that took a long time to heal.

UNBELIEVABLE; Bob & I never had THIS address; this address is my New Life address - with my New Last Name. This query does not belong here.

I sold the house at Heron Pointe to get away from moments like this.

This P.O. Box belongs to my new life with my new husband: I loved Bob very much and memories of him will always hold a special part of my heart; but this part of my life with this man does not deserve to have the Past intrude on it. I was justifiably miffed.

But I refused to let the irritation steal this afternoon's good vibes.

When we crossed the Columbia River from Oregon to Washington, we decided to visit Bleu in Kelso: I'm glad we did :-)

Kelso-WA from St. Helens-OR; 36 min (25.5 mi) via US-30 W

Bleu was so happy to see me - it's been months.

We all enjoyed each other for a while before heading back to Woodland. Along the way, we stopped to take a look at the newest building on Kalama's waterfront; the paddlewheel cruise ship was docked there.

Woodland-WA from Kelso-WA; 21 min (19.6 mi) via I-5 S

We drove down by Kalama's waterfront to check this new building out … 

Public Market in Kalama, WA: 

(https://www.pcs-structural.com/projects/mountain-timber-market & https://www.columbian.com/news/2024/feb/09/marvelous-market-mountain-timber-market-now-open-in-kalama-serves-up-sweets-wine-and-more/)

The Paddlewheel Cruise Ship was docked alongside the building.

Queen Of The West: 

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_of_the_West)

Today, by and large, was a good day :-)

OUCH! SWOLLEN ANKLE

July 11th: Last evening, as we were going for a drive - I felt a sharp nip on the side of my left foot: some insect had nipped me. I didn't see what it was. It didn't feel like a bee sting. There was no uncomfortable feeling, other than that one quick sharp nip. I let out an "Ouch! something just bit me", and didn't think anything of it.

There was no reason to be concerned during the entire drive: probably about an hour loop drive.

We'd been back from the drive about 7 hours, when I noticed my left ankle and foot was swollen; it wasn't painful - the skin in just a little tight with the swelling. Holland had been snoring softly for about an hour, and I did not want to wake him up; he doesn't get enough sleep as it is … and I really do not want to be sitting in a glaring bright hospital waiting room waiting indefinitely to be seen.

My left foot, ankle, and calf are swollen.

Can't even see the ankle bone & sandals are biting into top of foot.

So, I've swallowed a Benadryl capsule, monitored my heart rate (which was slightly elevated, but not alarming), elevated my left foot while listening to music & reading a bit more of the novel I started a couple days ago. There is a little numb tingling in the back of my throat - but no throat or tongue swelling. I was a little bit nauseous, and I was pretty sure this was an anaphylaxis onset, BUT my body didn't appear to be in immediate danger yet.

I asked my FB Friends for prayer.

Around 3 AM, I was still "hanging in there" … so, I went to bed - sending an S.O.S. heavenward & elevated my foot with a spare pillow. At this point, I figured I'd see dawn laying beside my husband, or in Heaven.

Anaphylaxis and Allergies:

https://www.webmd.com/allergies/anaphylaxis & https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/anaphylaxis/symptoms-causes/syc-20351468

By the grace of Elohim, I woke up this morning, beside Holland; but I didn't feel well … and my ankle was still swollen - as well as my leg up to my hip; and I had an itchy rash on the top of my feet as well as front and back of my calves: I woke Holland up and said, "I think we need to go to the hospital in Salmon Creek."

Holland was instantly awake and focused.

I couldn't pull my jeans on, so I went in my p.j.'s.

The Benadryl had stabilized the anaphylaxis symptoms … and I was still present on Earth, so my next thought was 'this swelling is an allergic reaction to something I ate' between the time we got back from the previous evening's drive - and when Holland went to bed around 10 PM.

I started counting off the things I had eaten: a cup of instant Hills Bros. English Toffee Cappuccino; a Hormel Spaghetti & Sauce Microwave Supper; a couple handful Mixed Nuts; a few Jelly Beans; half a bottle of Coca Cola. Nothing out of he ordinary. It was mystifying.

The foot and leg numbness I know is related to a pinched nerve in the piriformis muscle - but it's not backing off. Usually I need a couple tabs of prednisone muscle relaxer & a cortisone shot. Last time I had seen a doctor about this situation (a couple of years ago; I really avoid medical facilities & doctors), he said, "You have to learn to live with it, it doesn't get better. Eventually you will have to consider a shot directly into your back … and possibly surgery." None of those options are good ones.

Holland drove me to Salmon Creek this afternoon; hopefully this thing will get sorted out.

So, we drove up the freeway to Salmon Creek, pretty much in silence.

Legacy Salmon Creek Medical Center-WA from Woodland-WA; 15 min (14.5 mi) via I-5 S

Legacy Salmon Creek Medical Center; #2211 NE 139th St., Vancouver-WA

The ER waiting room was packed: I signed in, and encouraged Holland to wait for me in Betsy - which would be the most comfortable place for him: we both knew the waiting, and the exam would stretch into hours by the look of the waiting people packed into the waiting room like sardines.

I was seen relatively quickly - a welcome surprise.

A battery of tests was set in motion … including one I never considered.

Texts back and forth while I waited; Holland had engaged a Prayer Team.

However, the exams were moving along at a snail's pace. And I didn't like that my swollen ankle, & leg rash, was taking 2nd place to my age: e.v.e.r.s.i.n.g.l.e.t.e.s.t. was geared towards a geriatric screening - 3 nurses, a doctor, 4 medical info collectors, 2 technicians, & 1 ER staff person moved in and out of the room; and when the doctor did pop in for a brief second, he totally ignored why I had come to be examined.

Not okay with me.

Doc came in to check my foot and legs … and claimed he 'didn't see any rash'; he must be blind: bright red pin-dot rash covered both shin-calves. Very obvious to the naked eye.

Apparently NO ONE CAN SEE swelling in my ankle - all they can see is B.S. age-related-$$$$$ floating before their greedy eyes.

After the first hour, I was starting to get seriously frustrated with having my concerns blown off. I was tired of being treated like I had no say whatsoever in what transpired with my body.

I was asked to follow a finger with my eyes: it was a stupid child's game and had absolutely no relevance at all to my swollen ankle or rashed legs.

I was constantly asked what my name was - what day or year it was - what my BD was - ect.; again no relevance at all to the reason I was there.

I was asked if I was diabetic: I am not. Admittedly, I am fluffy, but I am not diabetic.

I had heart-monitoring stickies stuck to my chest … and then, asked if I wanted to consider a breast reduction, because, "you will certainly qualify." WTH Why would that person even feel it was her duty to bring that up? Why do doctors want to lop a natural woman's breasts off to "lighten the load" - and then plant gigantic unrealistic breast implants in a man's chest so he 'feels like a woman'?

By the time I was wheeled back to my room following the unwanted saline injection that shot through me like liquid fire, for the {necessary} CT (how is that related to a swollen ankle?) … and pretty forcefully (not physical, but a very firm and frustrated 'No') shooed the MRI attendant out of my room ("No: I do not want to be medicated and shuttled through the tube - I don't do drugs for any reason, and I do not like to be hemmed in by anything. No") … I just wanted to be out of that money-grabbing, tone-deaf hellhole.

More texting while the waiting stretched on and on and on …

Nonsense tests and a hyped-up scare tactic - no interest at all from the medical team concerning WHAT I came in here for! I'm ready to leave and cast the dice in a power play of my own.

3 nurses, 1 doctor, 4 medical info collectors, 2 technicians, & 1 ER staff person came into the room … and no one was focused on why I had come in; they seemed more focused on racking up medical fees for nonsensical and unrelated "exams" :-(

Finally I made a choice that ended the nonsense: and the rapidly escalating medical bill … I pulled the hospital smock off and pulled my tee on. I walked out to the nurses station and asked, "Who do I talk to to get this thing out of my hand?" No one answered - I repeated the question. The head nurse said, "Dr. Johnson will right here to check on you …" I cut her off, and said, "Too little, too late. WHO do I talk to to get this thing out of my hand?" She said, "I don't feel comfortable doing that."

I pulled my phone out of my purse, punched Holland's phone # in, and when he answered, I asked: "I have this port in my hand; do you happen to know how to remove it?" He said he did - so I shut my phone down and started walking towards the lobby.

Immediately the head nurse who had been sitting on her ass, filing her nail, sprung up and shouted, "You can't leave!" I kept walking, and said, "Watch me." An orderly said, "I can take that out for you." So, I let him … and watched the head nurse do a slow burn as I pivoted, and I walked out.

I'm furious. I will be billed thousands of dollars for non-stop nonsense; NOT HAPPY.

This is WHY I  have nothing good to say about the medical field. Total waste.

As soon as I hopped into Betsy, I said, "Now, do you understand why I avoid the medical zoo atmosphere? I don't care how sick I am or how much pain I am in - I never want to be in another hospital as long as I live: I only came today because you make such a big deal out of it … for me, I prefer to wait things out and rely on Elohim to come through for me. I want you to honor me on this issue."

I don't care if people think I'm a religious fanatic … as far as I am concerned, prayer works best because medical people will keep you a caged animal to be treated like a hostage guinea pig; trying their best to scare you into submission.

I don't like being caged.

I don't like being treated like a guinea pig.

I resent the employment of scare tactics.

I choose to rest on what I know best: the strength of prayer, and the power of Calvary.

And bless his heart, Holland is finally in agreement with me on this topic :-)