i'M BACK. dON'T KNOW FOR HOW LONG. i HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT MY BLOGS ARE JUST TOO DAMNED LONG AND PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO READ SOMETHING THAT LONG. i SAY IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THEM, GET THE HELL OUT. iT'S MY PAGE, i CAN SAY WHATEVER THE HELL i WANT.
i HAVE BEEN AROUND LAW ENFORCEMENT MY WHOLE LIFE AND DISPATCHERS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A PART OF MY FAMILY; A PART OF ME. pROBABLY NO SURPRISE TO ANYONE THAT i ENDED UP BEING ONE OF THEM. i'M GLAD i DID THOUGH. i LOVE MY JOB. bUT JUST THE JOB.
tHE THING i HATE ABOUT MY JOB THOUGH, IS THE DEATHS. i'M PRETTY GOOD ABOUT SHRUGGING THINGS OFF AND i KNOW, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, SHIT HAPPENS. i LIKE TO THINK THAT i AM TOUGH AND FOR THE MOST PART, LESS STRESSED THAN MOST PEOPLE. mAYBE IT'S TRUE. mAYBE IT'S NOT.
i HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT LIVING IN AN AREA WHERE i DON'T REALLY KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE, i WOULDN'T BE AFFECTED BY DEATHS. uNTIL THE OTHER DAY. i HAD A CALL ABOUT A MAN THAT FELL TO HIS DEATH. i CAN'T GET THAT OUT OF MY HEAD.
i HAVE PRAYED MANY MANY TIMES FOR THIS MAN. fOR HIS FAMILY. i HAVE HOPED THAT HE HAD A MASSIVE HEART ATTACK BEFORE HE HIT THE GROUND BECAUSE IT'S AN AWFUL THING TO THINK OF HIM HITTING THE GROUND AND DYING THAT WAY. iT BRINGS ME TO TEARS.
dID i MENTION THAT i HAD NEVER MET THE MAN? tHAT i WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN HIM FROM aDAM? i KNOW HIS NAME AND ADDRESS AND THAT'S IT.
i KEEP THINKING ABOUT HOW HARD IT'S GOING TO BE FOR HIS WIFE THIS cHRISTMAS. hOW SHE IS GOING TO LONG TO HAVE HIM AROUND. hOW IS FAMILY IS GOING TO GO OVERBOARD TO KEEP HER MIND OCCUPIED AND MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHE IS LOVED AND NEEDED. bECAUSE THAT'S WHAT WE DO AS FAMILILES. wE TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN.
i HAVEN'T HAD TO DEAL WITH ANYTHING, AS A DISPATCHER, THAT MY CO-WORKERS HAVEN'T HAD TO DEAL WITH. aND i DON'T KNOW WHY THIS one MAN'S DEATH IS GETTING TO ME.
i'M GOING TO END THIS BY ASKING YOU TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME. tHINK OF SOMEONE THAT YOU KNOW...THAT YOU DON'T SEE VERY OFTEN...THAT MAYBE YOU HAVEN'T SEEN FOR YEARS...NOW...STOP AND SAY A PRAYER FOR THAT PERSON.
2012/11/11
2012/11/08
I love my school (very long)
I think blue is an appropriate color of print tonight considering I am going to talk about what is going on in my hometown. Everytime I think about it, I am reminded of the old days when they used to hang people without giving them a chance to defend themselves. Not "guilty until proven innocent" but more like "guilty because it puts on a better show."
First off, above ALL else, I would like to make sure that EVERYBODY reading this understands that this boy, Kacey, is top priority. His life is of major importance. To anybody that gives one shit about this problem. I catch myself praying for this kid...who I wouldn't know if he walked up to me and punched me in the nose...many many many times over the course of each day. I love kids. Even the ones that I don't know. Every kid deserves the chance to be seen. Every kid deserves the chance to be heard. Every kid deserves the chance to be loved. Every kid deserves the chance to be themselves.
Now, here's the start of a bunch of problems. Somebody with a mouth too big for their head, got on their facebook and told the world, "Kacey was bullied. The kids at school bullied him repeatedly in front of coaches and instructors and everybody turned their head." I read that with my own four eyeballs. What I see is somebody that took half of their brain and made the decision to "slander" a group of people simply because they can. Little girl I think you are a little witch for doing what you did.
So then, the race was on. The race to see just how many people could be told in one night. Have you ever played that game "telephone" where you sit in a circle and whisper to each other what is supposed to be the same thing to each other? The person at the end has to repeat what they were told "out loud" and 9 times of out 10, it wasn't anywhere close to being the same as what the first person said. Have you ever wondered why that happens? Because people are so excited to play the game, they don't listen to what they are being told and they screw it up.
This situation is my case in point. Facebook is fun. Facebook is informative. But the one thing Facebook is, over ALL else, is misleading. Because you read something, doesn't make it right; doesn't make it real; and damn sure doesn't make it true!
The other day I had a status about this. I'd like to "pick" at my own work if you'd do me the honor.
The village called and they would like their idiot back.
In my version, the girl that turned to Facebook and hung a piece of raw meat in front of a bunch of already drooling dogs and set them to barking, is the village idiot. I should cast a school play.
Let me ask you this: If you and 2 others were in charge of a group of 30+ kids, and you were responsible for every action and reaction that those 30+ kids made, how would YOU do it?
Let me ask you this: If you and 2 others were in charge of a group of 30+ kids, and you were responsible for every action and reaction that those 30+ kids made, how would YOU do it?
Do you know exactly how many coaches the Bedford Football team has? Do you know that some of those people are volunteers, which means they don't get paid. They have their real jobs to do. They can be there as their job allows. I thank God for those volunteers. Maybe some of you big mouths should volunteer your time with these school kids and ease up the stress of the coaches, teachers and principals. Before you go cutting them down for "not doing a good enough job," why don't you take a walk in their shoes and see just exactly what they do and how they do it.
And how fair would that be to think that YOUR kid, and every other kid out there, needs somebody to watch their every single move? There would probably be a lot of upset parents complaining that their kids thought they couldn't be trusted.
And how fair would that be to think that YOUR kid, and every other kid out there, needs somebody to watch their every single move? There would probably be a lot of upset parents complaining that their kids thought they couldn't be trusted.
Here's a scenario to think about. We have adults come to every practice, for every sport, every single day. And each adult will have a job. How long do you think it would take before a parent was complaining to the school board because their child feels like a criminal and doesn't need to be watched every hour of every minute of every second of every day? How long exactly? I give it a week. Then you have not only sports to think about, but PE as well. They are going to have to have adult supervision in that dressing room and one standing in the shower as well. We have to make sure these kids don't make eye contact with each other or snap each other with a towel or crack a joke at someone's expense. How long do you think THAT would take before a parent was complaining about someone "looking" at their kid. OH SEXUAL HARRASSMENT I HEAR YOU COMING WITHIN MINUTES!!!! Does anyone see where I'm going with this? If not, I don't care.
Keep in mind that I said kids. I didn't say responsible adults. Kids do some of the silliest things you can imagine. Kids also do some of the stupidest things imaginable. Kids are mean. They have been since the beginning of time. Kids have pulled hair. Kids have beaten the crap out of each other.
Keep in mind that I said kids. I didn't say responsible adults. Kids do some of the silliest things you can imagine. Kids also do some of the stupidest things imaginable. Kids are mean. They have been since the beginning of time. Kids have pulled hair. Kids have beaten the crap out of each other.
When I was little, the kids called me Smelly Shellie. They called all the other Shelly's that too. Not because we smelled. Well maybe we did, I don't remember. But they did it because it rhymed and it sounded HI-LARIOUS!!! Kids will be kids until they stop being kids. And there's another problem I see. Kids these days get to be kids until they're about 6 years old. After that, they are expected to know more, to understand more, and to be able to do more than a 6th grader from "my day." Let your kids be kids, people. Let them grow up. A little chiding isn't hurting anyone but remember one very important thing here if you don't remember anything else. Kids learn by example. If your kid is being a bully at school.....well they learned it from someone. Surely not YOU though. You dont do that! All those times you were teaching your kid to "tease," you were teaching them to bully, in a sense. What you need to know is where that line is so that you can teach your children how to look for the line. Oh yes, I am blaming you.
I'm not saying it's right and I'm not saying it's wrong. Maybe this bullying thing is out of hand. Maybe it's not. Maybe we coddle our kids a little too much; give them too much; don't tell them NO enough. Maybe we need to stop trying to be BFF's with our kids and go back to good old fashioned disciplining.
I'm not saying it's right and I'm not saying it's wrong. Maybe this bullying thing is out of hand. Maybe it's not. Maybe we coddle our kids a little too much; give them too much; don't tell them NO enough. Maybe we need to stop trying to be BFF's with our kids and go back to good old fashioned disciplining.
I was spanked my whole young life. And I deserved each and every spanking I got. We didn't have an Atari in our home until Nintendo came out. And even then, the outdoors was the greatest toy on earth. Where else can you use your imagination at will? Imagination. You remember, don't you? The images in your mind that took you to outerspace? The ones that made you forget...just for the time being...that there wasn't any such thing on earth as a chore? What, you don't remember??? Maybe you need to get off the computer, shut the tv off and get your ass outside and REMEMBER!!!
It worked for my parents. They could care less if I liked them. As long as I understood them.
It worked for my parents. They could care less if I liked them. As long as I understood them.
Hence the part about the spankings. I never got spanked twice for the same crime. Hell no, I was perfecting how to not get caught. One time, my dad spanked me at the bottom of our steps and it came at such an impact, I ended up at the top of the stairs. If you've ever been to the Sheriff's Office, you'll know there are 16 steps. I will never forget that. But I didn't do it again. Until I had perfected it.
As parents of any kid in the Bedford School District, I think we all need to understand that there isn't just ONE child affected by what is going on. We don't know ALL the facts because ALL the facts haven't been stated yet. Do your kids a favor by being a good role model and choose to NOT throw people under the bus and NOT gossip about things they don't know anything about yet.
As parents of any kid in the Bedford School District, I think we all need to understand that there isn't just ONE child affected by what is going on. We don't know ALL the facts because ALL the facts haven't been stated yet. Do your kids a favor by being a good role model and choose to NOT throw people under the bus and NOT gossip about things they don't know anything about yet.
I wonder just how many of you reading this are saying to yourself, "She only cares because she has family that works in the school." That is a concern of mine. I can't lie about that. I have two brothers, a nephew, at least one cousin that all work there. God help me if I left someone out. And to top that off, I have several people that work at that school that are extended family and dozens that I love dearly enough to stand up for. And if anybody that reads these blogs or that talks to my family thinks that I don't have the balls to call someone out simply because they are a relative.....well you haven't been paying attention. And you sure don't know me. I have burned some bridges with people that I love with all my heart. But fuck with my family...see what happens.
Keep in mind, everyone affected by this is going through something and these people are the same people you deal with day to day. You can look at someone in the eye and smile but when they have passed, you snicker and whisper.
Keep in mind, everyone affected by this is going through something and these people are the same people you deal with day to day. You can look at someone in the eye and smile but when they have passed, you snicker and whisper.
Everybody that is involved in this sad situation...whether they want to be or not...have a job to do. They have families to feed and take care of. The thing that really just pisses me off in about 14 colors is that those assholes that don't have all the facts (or any of them), look at these teachers, at these coaches, at these school employees...and smile at them. But they can't wait until they are past them so they can juice up their story or make fun of them or put them down for something they don't even know they did. It's time to grow up folks. Leave your drama with your mama because this chic is sick of it. And I pray to God that NONE of the children of the school employees have to endure ANY kind of trash talk from their own friends because they've heard it at home. But I'd bet they already have.
Bedford you ARE better than this!
I have to say that I have faith in my school. I love good ole BHS and I will forever. A bulldog paw on my ankle for life. I love you Bedford Community School.
Now, there is one last thing I would like to discuss before I close what seems to be a short novel. Again, if you've read my blogs, you'd know I don't do anything the easy way. Today my Facebook status was this, "For those of you that are so quick to judge the school you and I came from, you might want to stop counting those chicks. All the eggs haven't hatched."
I was quite surprised when a former classmate of mine...someone who did not graduate from Bedford High School (because they moved away) spoke up and called MY school a shitty school. Her name is Arlene Carroll. Her and I used to be pretty thick back in the day. Anyway, that is what she said to me. If only I could have reached out and touched someone at that point. I told her I didn't like that she said that about my school and this was her response, "I'm sorry shellie but there are things that happened to my kids in this school too something needs to change somewhere and it has nothing to do with the teachers! this has hit me hard because i to attended this school and it was never like this when we were kids!"
She's right. It wasn't like this when we were kids. Times have changed honey. If you didn't know that then you need to check your calendar. I will tell you about a time Arlene and I got in trouble together in the 8th grade. Her and I went to Tara Shatava's locker, got her shop notes out of it and tore them up in tiny pieces. That's us being mean. We got 3 days in-school suspension. She had to sit at a desk outside the closet of the Principal's office, enjoying the view of teachers, the principal and the nurse coming and going throughout the whole 3 days while I got to sit INSIDE the damn closet. With no windows. With no people coming and going. With nothing but my desk and my books. Back in the day, that was dangerous territory. We were bullies.
Do you see now why I didn't have kids??? -_-
And my response to Ms. Carroll's statement above is this....."You had ONE child attend Bedford Community High School and that was for a very very short term. Maybe a trimester if I recall??? And how do you have ANY opinion or say about the coaches when your child...for the whole time he attended BHS...didn't even play any sports??? You lady are unbelievable and I could care less if you find your way OFF my friends list. I have no time or use for you. Maybe, if you would have stepped up and took a stand for your kid, WHEN IT HAPPENED, this wouldn't be an issue now!
If any of you people want to bash Bedford and the awesome school and staff there, then I suggest you get the hell out. Take your kids and move on out. We don't need your kind if that's all you are looking for. Someone to bow down and GIVE to your kids. I had to earn my education and my adulthood. It's time you and your kids did too. I will defend my school and I will defend those I love.
2012/10/30
2012/10/27
Career of a lifetime
It's Saturday! YAY!! I woke up this morning...at 10:15 thankfully...because I said I wanted to sleep in...and I had a song in my head. Have you even just woken up and had a song playing over and over in your head? Kinda like listening to the radio but the same song keeps repeating itself because the DJ is stuck in the bathroom trying to get rid of his Chinese food that he ate the night before. Yeah, it's like that.
The song? Photograph by Nickelback. It's on my mp3 player, which is what I fall asleep listening to so I went upstairs and checked it to see if maybe it was the last thing playing as I drifted off to sleep. Nope. Porn Star Dancing was playing. If you've read my previous blogs, you'd know that's one of my favorite songs. So all I can think of is that Photograph maybe was playing when I actually did fall asleep. I don't know.
ANYWAY.....speaking of Porn Star Dancing...those of you that are on my Facebook may remember that a while back I asked a question about careers. Let me see if I can find that..... Oh yes, here it is:
A question for all my "over-40" friends: If you could go back and re-start your life at 18 years old and could ONLY change your career path, what would your change be?
I was and I wasn't surprised at the responses I got. I guess I wasn't taking into effect, all the things going on in our world today. The politics, the economic standings, the outrageous price of gasoline, interest rates.....and I could go on all day long. Anyway, I guess when I asked the question, I was being a bit naive. And trying to have fun with it.
Here's what I got back: Several would have went into the medical field. Some say entrepreneur. Some say criminal justice. Some say they wouldn't change their careers. One gal even said she would have been a stripper! Now..... there were a lot more responses on that post but I don't have all day man! Someone asked me what MY career change would be and I think you all would be very very surprised!
When I think of what I "wanted" to be, this is what pops into my head: Dancing. Or this: A Fly Girl. I like to think of "dancers" as all-over-the-place, flexible, fast, and happy. But you know...as hard as I try...I can't smile when I dance. I try. Then I get to laughing. It's like I have to take it seriously or goofy. There's no middle or gray area. *sigh*
So I can't be a fly girl; or a solid gold dancer; because I'd be way too serious. But I love the way they dance. Always have. And the costumes they got to wear!! Loved them. That was just as important as the dance or the dancer itself! I think someone needs to bring these shows back!!!
And that, people, is my "dream job." How many of you were really surprised by this? If you've seen me dance EVER, then you should be pretty darned surprised!! And if you've ever even seen me, you should be shocked! So although it makes me laugh when I read that Sheila joked about being a stripper...as if she was really joking, come on.....I think she was pretty par for the course. At least my course.
I don't doubt for one second that if I HAD the body to be a stripper, I'd be doing it. And loving it. And packing a gun in my bra the whole time!! Hahahahaha I kill me! I don't know if I've seen one too many movies in my life but when I think of "accomplished strippers," I think of women that make A LOT of money, take it home in cash every night and stash it away in their make-shift pantry, in what looks like big cans of spaghetti sauce, fake fronted boxes of lasagna noodles, and green beans, but are really fire-safe containers. And they close the doors on THAT so that the "naked eye" sees ONLY the real pantry. Filled with ramen noodles and laxatives. Because that's what they would live on.
Yes, I believe I've seen one too many movies.
The song? Photograph by Nickelback. It's on my mp3 player, which is what I fall asleep listening to so I went upstairs and checked it to see if maybe it was the last thing playing as I drifted off to sleep. Nope. Porn Star Dancing was playing. If you've read my previous blogs, you'd know that's one of my favorite songs. So all I can think of is that Photograph maybe was playing when I actually did fall asleep. I don't know.
ANYWAY.....speaking of Porn Star Dancing...those of you that are on my Facebook may remember that a while back I asked a question about careers. Let me see if I can find that..... Oh yes, here it is:
A question for all my "over-40" friends: If you could go back and re-start your life at 18 years old and could ONLY change your career path, what would your change be?
I was and I wasn't surprised at the responses I got. I guess I wasn't taking into effect, all the things going on in our world today. The politics, the economic standings, the outrageous price of gasoline, interest rates.....and I could go on all day long. Anyway, I guess when I asked the question, I was being a bit naive. And trying to have fun with it.
Here's what I got back: Several would have went into the medical field. Some say entrepreneur. Some say criminal justice. Some say they wouldn't change their careers. One gal even said she would have been a stripper! Now..... there were a lot more responses on that post but I don't have all day man! Someone asked me what MY career change would be and I think you all would be very very surprised!
When I think of what I "wanted" to be, this is what pops into my head: Dancing. Or this: A Fly Girl. I like to think of "dancers" as all-over-the-place, flexible, fast, and happy. But you know...as hard as I try...I can't smile when I dance. I try. Then I get to laughing. It's like I have to take it seriously or goofy. There's no middle or gray area. *sigh*
So I can't be a fly girl; or a solid gold dancer; because I'd be way too serious. But I love the way they dance. Always have. And the costumes they got to wear!! Loved them. That was just as important as the dance or the dancer itself! I think someone needs to bring these shows back!!!
And that, people, is my "dream job." How many of you were really surprised by this? If you've seen me dance EVER, then you should be pretty darned surprised!! And if you've ever even seen me, you should be shocked! So although it makes me laugh when I read that Sheila joked about being a stripper...as if she was really joking, come on.....I think she was pretty par for the course. At least my course.
I don't doubt for one second that if I HAD the body to be a stripper, I'd be doing it. And loving it. And packing a gun in my bra the whole time!! Hahahahaha I kill me! I don't know if I've seen one too many movies in my life but when I think of "accomplished strippers," I think of women that make A LOT of money, take it home in cash every night and stash it away in their make-shift pantry, in what looks like big cans of spaghetti sauce, fake fronted boxes of lasagna noodles, and green beans, but are really fire-safe containers. And they close the doors on THAT so that the "naked eye" sees ONLY the real pantry. Filled with ramen noodles and laxatives. Because that's what they would live on.
Yes, I believe I've seen one too many movies.
2012/10/20
The babbling brook
When you're sitting there discussing how you should be writing a blog because it's been so long and then someone asks you if you still write a blog...that's a sign to get off your lazy butt and say something.
So here I am. But I'm still sitting on my lazy butt. I have been so busy getting "the gift" prepared that everything else kinda goes by the wayside. Even the housework. Yuck. I can't stand that.
So what would you like to talk about? I have just started a new interest that I am very excited about. It's called 2 Cutie Patooties and I sell it. It's personalization and monograms for everything from bags to cups to beer mugs to baby clothes to..... well you get the drift. I will have my first demonstration Wednesday, October 24th and I am scared spitless. The public scares me when I have to talk. I know. Hard to imagine.
Other than baking my fingers to the bones and working hard for a living, not a whole lot else has went on. My puppy is growing up so fast and he's so smart and yet so defiant. It drives me insane most days but then, where I work, how do you know the difference really?
The last update on my pup was that the vet told us he has this collapsed trachea. He was put on a second round of antibiotics and a steroid for 10 days. The first few days, he was a completely different dog. It was beautiful. Then the "hacking" started up again. In the middle of the night. He and I had lots of sleepless nights; which is just as well because I was just laying there melting anyway.
So when the meds didn't work, it was time to take matters back into my own hands for a while. I sat and pondered. If Coca Cola will take acid off a battery, what's stopping it from clearing mucus from his throat? Or at least what sounds like mucus. So we got a bottle of Coke and gave him some in a bowl. He didn't know what to think about that.
He started to drink it and it started to fizz. That freaked him out big time. He jumped backward and growled at it. Then he decided he needed to check it out again. And when it would fizz, he could jump back. Very comical for us, I might add.
Now...the caffeine was a whole other ballgame because he was WAAAAAAY too wired to sleep!! Okay so it wasn't thought out THAT well but hey, it cut his "throat clearing" down to a bare minimum.
Afraid it would be hard on his stomach...and finding it hard to find caffeine free Coke in our small area, we decided...okay I decided...because Quintin just laughs at the thought of us giving our dog pop at all!!! So... the new routine is 7up or Sprite in the evenings if he's raspy and Coca Cola in the mornings, to clear his throat up. He seems to love it very much.
I should have been a vet. I could have treated all animals with soda pop. And they would have loved it. And me. And nobody would have been the wiser. And I could have made up my own prices and been RICH...RICH...RICH...I SAY!!! Muahahahahahahaha
Okay so I am grasping at straws here. The dog is better. Not 100%. He never will be 100%. And that's okay. His heart is strong and we will love him forever.
Now that I have babbled on about all the crap you DIDN'T want to hear about, I promise you this.....My next blog...or even two...yes two blogs...won't be boring. If they are, may your right big toe fall off and get eaten by a possum. I still have a road trip to explain and guts to spill about "careers."
Yep, I assure you...you won't want to miss those!!! Until next time, don't worry be happy!!! (I hope that sticks in your head for at least an hour now!)
So here I am. But I'm still sitting on my lazy butt. I have been so busy getting "the gift" prepared that everything else kinda goes by the wayside. Even the housework. Yuck. I can't stand that.
So what would you like to talk about? I have just started a new interest that I am very excited about. It's called 2 Cutie Patooties and I sell it. It's personalization and monograms for everything from bags to cups to beer mugs to baby clothes to..... well you get the drift. I will have my first demonstration Wednesday, October 24th and I am scared spitless. The public scares me when I have to talk. I know. Hard to imagine.
Other than baking my fingers to the bones and working hard for a living, not a whole lot else has went on. My puppy is growing up so fast and he's so smart and yet so defiant. It drives me insane most days but then, where I work, how do you know the difference really?
The last update on my pup was that the vet told us he has this collapsed trachea. He was put on a second round of antibiotics and a steroid for 10 days. The first few days, he was a completely different dog. It was beautiful. Then the "hacking" started up again. In the middle of the night. He and I had lots of sleepless nights; which is just as well because I was just laying there melting anyway.
So when the meds didn't work, it was time to take matters back into my own hands for a while. I sat and pondered. If Coca Cola will take acid off a battery, what's stopping it from clearing mucus from his throat? Or at least what sounds like mucus. So we got a bottle of Coke and gave him some in a bowl. He didn't know what to think about that.
He started to drink it and it started to fizz. That freaked him out big time. He jumped backward and growled at it. Then he decided he needed to check it out again. And when it would fizz, he could jump back. Very comical for us, I might add.
Now...the caffeine was a whole other ballgame because he was WAAAAAAY too wired to sleep!! Okay so it wasn't thought out THAT well but hey, it cut his "throat clearing" down to a bare minimum.
Afraid it would be hard on his stomach...and finding it hard to find caffeine free Coke in our small area, we decided...okay I decided...because Quintin just laughs at the thought of us giving our dog pop at all!!! So... the new routine is 7up or Sprite in the evenings if he's raspy and Coca Cola in the mornings, to clear his throat up. He seems to love it very much.
I should have been a vet. I could have treated all animals with soda pop. And they would have loved it. And me. And nobody would have been the wiser. And I could have made up my own prices and been RICH...RICH...RICH...I SAY!!! Muahahahahahahaha
Okay so I am grasping at straws here. The dog is better. Not 100%. He never will be 100%. And that's okay. His heart is strong and we will love him forever.
Now that I have babbled on about all the crap you DIDN'T want to hear about, I promise you this.....My next blog...or even two...yes two blogs...won't be boring. If they are, may your right big toe fall off and get eaten by a possum. I still have a road trip to explain and guts to spill about "careers."
Yep, I assure you...you won't want to miss those!!! Until next time, don't worry be happy!!! (I hope that sticks in your head for at least an hour now!)
2012/10/05
My gift.....be it ever so humble
My day has been awesome. Not for any special reason either. I feel like my heart is about to explode with love. For every person in the world. (Maybe not Joseph Kony. I may not love him as much) Even those that don't like me. Or love me. I love them. Take it while you can. We all know how I get sometimes.
I honestly don't know why I am in such a mood. And everything brings me to tears. Every. single. thing. Makes keeping the makeup on, hard to do. So far I have only smeared it twice today.
When I got home from work, Q was cleaning out his man cave. The nasty nasty basement. I know right!!! He was cleaning it out!!! Hell, he is STILL cleaning it out and I have been home for almost two and a half hours!! I LOVE THAT MAN!!
My dog is extremely playful. Maybe more than I've ever seen him. It's amazing. And he's only had a dose and a half of medicine since the vet!! What on earth can he possibly be like after ten days of meds??? I can't wait to find out!!!
I checked the mailbox today when I got home and there was nothing in it. I look up and silently said a prayer of thanks to God for not sending me any bills today, as I so rarely get to do, and walk around to the basement entrance to talk to the husband. I asked him if he checked the mail and he says yes. That's all he said. YES.
I get inside and I love on the pup and give the outside dogs some love before coming back in, stripping down to my "baking" clothes (don't ask) and go to the livingroom to pick up the pup's toys. As I am walking through the dining room, I happen to glance over to the computer desk and there...leaning up against the printer...is a small stack of envelopes.
What on earth could they be? It's not graduation time. It's not wedding time. It's not even baby time for anybody that I know...at least not yet.
I will tell you right now that I was NOT prepared for what I saw next. I was so shocked that I had to ask Quintin "WHAT IS THIS??" He smiles and says "I guess you got some donations." Generous donations.
Of course I will never ever divulge the donors but I will say that I am overwhelmed at YOUR thoughtfulness...YOUR generosity...YOUR love... and YOUR compassion. The cards I received were so beautiful. This is my favorite line from one of them, "A friend loveth at all times." PROVERBS 17:17 King James Version.
The people that write these notes... telling me how wonderful I am, or how thoughtful, or how proud they are of me, for doing this project.....THE GIFT..... had me in tears. I can't even describe in words what you all mean to me.
And it's not about those that sent donations because that's not what this is supposed to be about. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. From the bottom of my soul. Every dime will go toward nothing but ingredients to make the best goodie platters that I have EVER done. I am truly humbled by your help. And your hearts. I just had to get it out there.
Two pans of pumpkin bars....from a pumpkin I bought on our road trip (oh yeah, I still need to tell you about THAT!),one hundred and seventeen chocolate chips cookies, and forty three sugar cookies done at this time. I haven't even gotten through all of the ingredients I had just laying around MY kitchen. This weekend, I will be stocking up on more ingredients.
There will be baking everyday! I am so excited!! Have I mentioned that before???
Many people have questions so I will tell you what stats I have as of now:
87 platters to date
22 cities/towns
Most of the platters are small to medium and there are a few large groups. I must say though, about two thirds of this list is my own, leaving only a third that has been requested. So again, maybe for the last time, I will post what I am doing. Thank God for copy and paste.
I am asking you to please spread the word. Who doesn't want to spread a little sunshine to someone???
I am going to start a project and I am going to ask for my readers to help me do it. Project "My Gift" will begin on September 28th, 2012 and end on December 28th, 2012. You all know that I love to bake and make goodies in my spare time so this should be a no-brainer for me. It will take me until September 28th to determine exactly how many goodies and which goodies I am going to make, what ingredients I am going to have to purchase, etc. That is the day that the baking (and freezing) will begin.
For Project "My Gift," I will take the name of a person/family/business/organization and make a goodie tray for them, deliver it to them with a hand written note explaining what I am doing and why. All deliveries will be made after Thanksgiving.
Now...here's where YOU come in. I want you to send me an email...a private message...a text or phone call if you have my info...and tell me WHO you want me to take a goodie tray to, WHY you want them to have a goodie tray and any delivery info you may have. Your name will not be included on the note unless you specify different. And it will cost you nothing.
Most of you know where I live and those of you that don't, you can simply email me and ask me. I am willing to drive up to one hundred miles and all deliveries will be made on the dates of my choosing since the gas money comes out of my pocket as well.
I want this to be big. I want this to be fun. I want this to be memorable. For me, if not for everybody else involved. I want to give to those that have a hard time during the holidays. I want to put a smile on other people's faces. Please help me!!!
You can leave a comment on this blog with your email info if you want me to contact you or you can contact me at in_boos_world@hotmail.com or on facebook, if you know me.
I am very excited to do this. Please help me! All it takes is a little compassion in your heart and a quick note to me with the details! I will be anxiously awaiting your responses!!
For those of you that don't know exactly how far I will go for deliveries, I will give you a general idea.
SOUTH: South of Maryville, Missouri around the area of Midway
WEST: Sidney, Iowa - Omaha, Nebraska
EAST: Chariton, Iowa- Lamoni, Iowa - Oskaloosa, Iowa
NORTH: Nevada,Iowa - Sac City, Iowa
Hope to hear from you soon!!!
I honestly don't know why I am in such a mood. And everything brings me to tears. Every. single. thing. Makes keeping the makeup on, hard to do. So far I have only smeared it twice today.
When I got home from work, Q was cleaning out his man cave. The nasty nasty basement. I know right!!! He was cleaning it out!!! Hell, he is STILL cleaning it out and I have been home for almost two and a half hours!! I LOVE THAT MAN!!
My dog is extremely playful. Maybe more than I've ever seen him. It's amazing. And he's only had a dose and a half of medicine since the vet!! What on earth can he possibly be like after ten days of meds??? I can't wait to find out!!!
I checked the mailbox today when I got home and there was nothing in it. I look up and silently said a prayer of thanks to God for not sending me any bills today, as I so rarely get to do, and walk around to the basement entrance to talk to the husband. I asked him if he checked the mail and he says yes. That's all he said. YES.
I get inside and I love on the pup and give the outside dogs some love before coming back in, stripping down to my "baking" clothes (don't ask) and go to the livingroom to pick up the pup's toys. As I am walking through the dining room, I happen to glance over to the computer desk and there...leaning up against the printer...is a small stack of envelopes.
What on earth could they be? It's not graduation time. It's not wedding time. It's not even baby time for anybody that I know...at least not yet.
I will tell you right now that I was NOT prepared for what I saw next. I was so shocked that I had to ask Quintin "WHAT IS THIS??" He smiles and says "I guess you got some donations." Generous donations.
Of course I will never ever divulge the donors but I will say that I am overwhelmed at YOUR thoughtfulness...YOUR generosity...YOUR love... and YOUR compassion. The cards I received were so beautiful. This is my favorite line from one of them, "A friend loveth at all times." PROVERBS 17:17 King James Version.
The people that write these notes... telling me how wonderful I am, or how thoughtful, or how proud they are of me, for doing this project.....THE GIFT..... had me in tears. I can't even describe in words what you all mean to me.
And it's not about those that sent donations because that's not what this is supposed to be about. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. From the bottom of my soul. Every dime will go toward nothing but ingredients to make the best goodie platters that I have EVER done. I am truly humbled by your help. And your hearts. I just had to get it out there.
Two pans of pumpkin bars....from a pumpkin I bought on our road trip (oh yeah, I still need to tell you about THAT!),one hundred and seventeen chocolate chips cookies, and forty three sugar cookies done at this time. I haven't even gotten through all of the ingredients I had just laying around MY kitchen. This weekend, I will be stocking up on more ingredients.
There will be baking everyday! I am so excited!! Have I mentioned that before???
Many people have questions so I will tell you what stats I have as of now:
87 platters to date
22 cities/towns
Most of the platters are small to medium and there are a few large groups. I must say though, about two thirds of this list is my own, leaving only a third that has been requested. So again, maybe for the last time, I will post what I am doing. Thank God for copy and paste.
I am asking you to please spread the word. Who doesn't want to spread a little sunshine to someone???
I am going to start a project and I am going to ask for my readers to help me do it. Project "My Gift" will begin on September 28th, 2012 and end on December 28th, 2012. You all know that I love to bake and make goodies in my spare time so this should be a no-brainer for me. It will take me until September 28th to determine exactly how many goodies and which goodies I am going to make, what ingredients I am going to have to purchase, etc. That is the day that the baking (and freezing) will begin.
For Project "My Gift," I will take the name of a person/family/business/organization and make a goodie tray for them, deliver it to them with a hand written note explaining what I am doing and why. All deliveries will be made after Thanksgiving.
Now...here's where YOU come in. I want you to send me an email...a private message...a text or phone call if you have my info...and tell me WHO you want me to take a goodie tray to, WHY you want them to have a goodie tray and any delivery info you may have. Your name will not be included on the note unless you specify different. And it will cost you nothing.
Most of you know where I live and those of you that don't, you can simply email me and ask me. I am willing to drive up to one hundred miles and all deliveries will be made on the dates of my choosing since the gas money comes out of my pocket as well.
I want this to be big. I want this to be fun. I want this to be memorable. For me, if not for everybody else involved. I want to give to those that have a hard time during the holidays. I want to put a smile on other people's faces. Please help me!!!
You can leave a comment on this blog with your email info if you want me to contact you or you can contact me at in_boos_world@hotmail.com or on facebook, if you know me.
I am very excited to do this. Please help me! All it takes is a little compassion in your heart and a quick note to me with the details! I will be anxiously awaiting your responses!!
For those of you that don't know exactly how far I will go for deliveries, I will give you a general idea.
SOUTH: South of Maryville, Missouri around the area of Midway
WEST: Sidney, Iowa - Omaha, Nebraska
EAST: Chariton, Iowa- Lamoni, Iowa - Oskaloosa, Iowa
NORTH: Nevada,Iowa - Sac City, Iowa
Hope to hear from you soon!!!
My dog is on the mend
As I laid in bed last night, I was already putting a blog together. I took my puppy to the vet, remember? I was very nervous because I was convinced he had kennel cough. That can kill a puppy if left untreated for too long and my Buddy is only 4 months old. Has been coughing since just over a month old. Not continuous though. I don't know why I feel the need to keep reassuring everybody. I guess I don't want any of you to think I am a bad mommy to my dogs because I'm not. They are spoiled rotten. Even the two that live outside. Even the little bastard that has ran off twice and gotten put into doggy jail.
That Tucker is just lucky that I didn't have to pay any bond this time. The last time he took off and we had to bond him out, we told him next time he would sit his ass in jail until the judge decided what he wanted to do with him. *sigh* I'm a sucker for dogs. By the end of the night, poor Tucker had a rawhide treat in his blanket in case he couldn't sleep. Like me.....
Turns out Buddy doesn't have kennel cough. He has something called a collapsed trachea. It's not going to kill him. His heart is in perfect condition. He can be treated. And IS being treated. And by the time we went to bed last night, he was a more peaceful dog. I can't believe it. It makes me almost cry when I think about how he was laying between Q and I last night... on his pillow... paws wrapped around the corner of Q's pillow... his back up against me... all stretch out under the blanket... my little human dog is returning to the cough-less dog he hasn't been for a while.
And just when I start to cry about it...I laugh; because I was so in awe of how peaceful he was, I couldn't sleep. I was happy. I was excited. I wanted to tell the world. Which is when the blog started forming in my head. "WORLD, MY PUPPY IS ALREADY ON THE MEND!!" So I grabbed my phone and got my camera turned on and started taking pictures. Too dark. Darn it! I just HAVE to get a shot of this because he is so cute and so peaceful laying there like that. Like a child! Two shots in the dark that didn't work SOOOOO I turned the flash on.
I just knew this may wake Q up. Oh hell, who am I kidding?? He could sleep through a freight train going right beside him! I was so excited anyway, that I didn't rightly care if I woke him up. Let me tell you something. When you have room darkening blinds and curtains in your bedroom.....a camera flash is like lighting has struck directly in front of you. Holy bananas that was bright!!! The first picture didn't turn out because apparently I hit the zoom button with my fat thumb and got a great picture of Buddy's ear on the pillow. Super.
Second picture didn't turn out either. Yeah...that whole zoom thing again. Restart the camera. I have flashed twice and nobody has kicked or cursed. Awesome. Third picture. Snap! Perfect! Well...except for...Buddy apparently wondered what the hell I was doing and quit hugging daddy's pillow, was looking directly at ME with this look on his face like "ARE YOU INSANE WOMAN??? I can finally sleep and you do THIS?????" So I lost the perfect picture.
It was all worth it. Buddy turned around and let me cuddle him. I told him how much I loved him and he kissed me on the lips and went right back to sleep. I love that dog. Can you tell?
Now...I have to back up a little bit because as some of you may know...or don't know...I believe the wicked ole witch of menopause has creeped into my soul...and forces me to keep the bedroom cold. It was pretty chilly last night and our window was open. I decided to be nice to my husband for a change...because I was just in that mood...so I closed the window. He's a wimp anyway when it comes to cold so me going through this just may put us in seperate bedrooms for the winter if something isn't done. I checked the window before we went to bed to make sure it was shut all the way. It was. Or so I thought.
Laying in bed, trying to go sleep and I have my earbuds in, listening to some nice relaxing KORN...this is after the doggie cuddling thing...and suddenly I think about Grandma and Grandpa Lock. Almost as if Grandpa was actually right there. It was such an odd feeling. I think about Grandma and Grandpa a lot but this feeling was so different. Not like they were there or anything. I don't even know if I can explain it. They were just at the forefront of my mind BIGTIME for some reason.
So I'm laying there...as I said...and I have my fan going...as always...and you know how you get used to a certain breeze. Okay I am going to try to explain this if it kills me. I have a fan going EVERY night. I can't sleep without it. So I know how the air feels when it's hitting my body. I know the sound. It's just a part of my life. Okay...now it might get a little tricky. As I'm laying there.................................................................I feel a breeze go across my head. That was weird. That was a colder breeze than my fan air is. I literally put my hand in front of the fan as if to reassure myself that what I felt was NOT the same thing.
"Q did I get the window shut?" It's right by our heads. I could have just as easily looked myself but remember...I had already done it. TWICE. "Probably" was all I get from him. "Could you check it please. I shut it when I came up tonight but I felt a weird really cold breeze just now." I'm sure at this point he was thanking me for waking him up for this stoopid conversation. He lifts the blind and reaches up to the window with his hand...I don't even know if his eyes were even open...and says, "Yes,it's closed."
I don't know if it's what I wanted to hear or not. I was so confused at this point and blew it off, thinking it was my imagination and that maybe the fan bounced off of Q's side of the room, hit a cold corner or something and brought me some back. I was thankful...don't get me wrong...but still a bit curious. "Go to bed Shellie. You have to be up in less than 6 hours." That was me talking to myself. Q was already snoring.
Back to my music. Oh and that reminds me.....don't let me forget about my blog about careers! I have been thinking about that for a while too. Okay, okay, I will get this thing finished up. Laying there...there's that cold air sweeping by my head again and across my shoulders. Okay this is NOT the fan. I turn toward the other side. I don't know why. Maybe I was afraid....ok not afraid...but afraid that if I stayed facing the wall, I would not only feel whatever this was, but see it too.
I still felt it. Two more times after that. It's about 0130 in the morning and I finally look up and guess what. The window was open.
HEY WORLD, MY DOG IS ON THE MEND!!!
That Tucker is just lucky that I didn't have to pay any bond this time. The last time he took off and we had to bond him out, we told him next time he would sit his ass in jail until the judge decided what he wanted to do with him. *sigh* I'm a sucker for dogs. By the end of the night, poor Tucker had a rawhide treat in his blanket in case he couldn't sleep. Like me.....
Turns out Buddy doesn't have kennel cough. He has something called a collapsed trachea. It's not going to kill him. His heart is in perfect condition. He can be treated. And IS being treated. And by the time we went to bed last night, he was a more peaceful dog. I can't believe it. It makes me almost cry when I think about how he was laying between Q and I last night... on his pillow... paws wrapped around the corner of Q's pillow... his back up against me... all stretch out under the blanket... my little human dog is returning to the cough-less dog he hasn't been for a while.
And just when I start to cry about it...I laugh; because I was so in awe of how peaceful he was, I couldn't sleep. I was happy. I was excited. I wanted to tell the world. Which is when the blog started forming in my head. "WORLD, MY PUPPY IS ALREADY ON THE MEND!!" So I grabbed my phone and got my camera turned on and started taking pictures. Too dark. Darn it! I just HAVE to get a shot of this because he is so cute and so peaceful laying there like that. Like a child! Two shots in the dark that didn't work SOOOOO I turned the flash on.
I just knew this may wake Q up. Oh hell, who am I kidding?? He could sleep through a freight train going right beside him! I was so excited anyway, that I didn't rightly care if I woke him up. Let me tell you something. When you have room darkening blinds and curtains in your bedroom.....a camera flash is like lighting has struck directly in front of you. Holy bananas that was bright!!! The first picture didn't turn out because apparently I hit the zoom button with my fat thumb and got a great picture of Buddy's ear on the pillow. Super.
Second picture didn't turn out either. Yeah...that whole zoom thing again. Restart the camera. I have flashed twice and nobody has kicked or cursed. Awesome. Third picture. Snap! Perfect! Well...except for...Buddy apparently wondered what the hell I was doing and quit hugging daddy's pillow, was looking directly at ME with this look on his face like "ARE YOU INSANE WOMAN??? I can finally sleep and you do THIS?????" So I lost the perfect picture.
It was all worth it. Buddy turned around and let me cuddle him. I told him how much I loved him and he kissed me on the lips and went right back to sleep. I love that dog. Can you tell?
Now...I have to back up a little bit because as some of you may know...or don't know...I believe the wicked ole witch of menopause has creeped into my soul...and forces me to keep the bedroom cold. It was pretty chilly last night and our window was open. I decided to be nice to my husband for a change...because I was just in that mood...so I closed the window. He's a wimp anyway when it comes to cold so me going through this just may put us in seperate bedrooms for the winter if something isn't done. I checked the window before we went to bed to make sure it was shut all the way. It was. Or so I thought.
Laying in bed, trying to go sleep and I have my earbuds in, listening to some nice relaxing KORN...this is after the doggie cuddling thing...and suddenly I think about Grandma and Grandpa Lock. Almost as if Grandpa was actually right there. It was such an odd feeling. I think about Grandma and Grandpa a lot but this feeling was so different. Not like they were there or anything. I don't even know if I can explain it. They were just at the forefront of my mind BIGTIME for some reason.
So I'm laying there...as I said...and I have my fan going...as always...and you know how you get used to a certain breeze. Okay I am going to try to explain this if it kills me. I have a fan going EVERY night. I can't sleep without it. So I know how the air feels when it's hitting my body. I know the sound. It's just a part of my life. Okay...now it might get a little tricky. As I'm laying there.................................................................I feel a breeze go across my head. That was weird. That was a colder breeze than my fan air is. I literally put my hand in front of the fan as if to reassure myself that what I felt was NOT the same thing.
"Q did I get the window shut?" It's right by our heads. I could have just as easily looked myself but remember...I had already done it. TWICE. "Probably" was all I get from him. "Could you check it please. I shut it when I came up tonight but I felt a weird really cold breeze just now." I'm sure at this point he was thanking me for waking him up for this stoopid conversation. He lifts the blind and reaches up to the window with his hand...I don't even know if his eyes were even open...and says, "Yes,it's closed."
I don't know if it's what I wanted to hear or not. I was so confused at this point and blew it off, thinking it was my imagination and that maybe the fan bounced off of Q's side of the room, hit a cold corner or something and brought me some back. I was thankful...don't get me wrong...but still a bit curious. "Go to bed Shellie. You have to be up in less than 6 hours." That was me talking to myself. Q was already snoring.
Back to my music. Oh and that reminds me.....don't let me forget about my blog about careers! I have been thinking about that for a while too. Okay, okay, I will get this thing finished up. Laying there...there's that cold air sweeping by my head again and across my shoulders. Okay this is NOT the fan. I turn toward the other side. I don't know why. Maybe I was afraid....ok not afraid...but afraid that if I stayed facing the wall, I would not only feel whatever this was, but see it too.
I still felt it. Two more times after that. It's about 0130 in the morning and I finally look up and guess what. The window was open.
HEY WORLD, MY DOG IS ON THE MEND!!!
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