Todays thought...Happy New Years

As we say Good-Bye to '03 and say Hello to '04 I would like to share some of my amazing moments and some others not so amazing as I say Adios to this year.

Beginning of the year (Not sure of the date) I met Saturn. As I have said before, she is like my little sister and I kind of took her under my wing. I helped her through a really tough time in her life. She would say I helped more than I think I did...but all I did was let her know my opinion when she asked for it and was there for her when she needed a shoulder. To be honest I think I probably put my 2 cents in more than I should have (Though she says I didn't) but I never held back. I just called it how I saw it. I am glad that I was able to help her through the troubling times that I did and am glad she has been a part of my life.

February 1, 2003, the Space Shuttle Columbia fell from the sky. Fresh out of September 11, 2001 everybody's initial thought was a terrorist attack. Once that was ruled out (Quite fast I might add since it's impossible to hit a craft going Mach 6 with a missle), it came time to find out what happened. It just broke up on re-entry. The shuttle could not handle the stress and it just burned up. By all accounts the shuttle should have never left the ground. It had gone on something like 28 missions and was the first space shuttle to ever reach space in April 12, 1981. To all the family and friends of those who were on the shuttle I am sorry for your loss.

March, 2003, my Pooh Bear took me to Walt Disney World in Orlando. We had the best time both going and coming home. We park hopped once and got to see amazing sights. The weather was perfect. The only day it rained was the day that we went to the water park and it didn't matter because it was a water park and it was only raining. I taught my Pooh Bear how to body surf at the Typhoon Lagoon water park and we discussed what we were going to do when we came back the next time. We rode the Tower of Terror at MGM and got to ride the GM Test track at Epcot. I had hoped to show my Pooh Bear what a Manatee looked like but they did not have any there at the time. He bought me a stuffed Manatee though and on the flipper is stamped "The Living Seas - Walt Disney World Epcot Center" The best part about the Epcot park was getting to see all the countries unite for the fireworks display at the end of the night. Sheer magic. I started to cry half way through it and cried the rest of the way throught the fireworks. It was an amazing and memorable trip.

Most memorable...May 3, 2003, my nephew Sniper Jr was born. It was the most amazing thing to be there in the hospital as he was being born. Floor went into labor at about 2pm May 2 and delivered Sniper Jr at 3:47 AM. 5 lbs. 11 oz and 18" long, he was the most amazing little miracle I have ever witnessed. I got to hold him at 15 minutes old. He was so tiny and it was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world to be there.

July 1, 2003, the one year anniversary of my position at work. It was a momentus occasion for me. Also for me in the same month at work...July 11, 2003 - I get promoted to the next level of telephone harrassing...High Risk. A whole new world for me.

Early July, 2003...My Tippy died. She was 11 years old and had been my best friend for a long time. She was part Black Lab, part Timber Wolf. I had the hardest time getting over that and sometimes I think about crazy things she did and still get weepy-eyed (Kinda like right now). To my Tippy --- I love you and hope that you and Lucky are having the time of your lives. Can't wait to see you when I get there.

July 28, 2003, my Floor, Sniper and Sniper Jr move out of state. I cried my eyeballs out. I could not believe she was leaving and I was devistated. All I could think about was that she was not going to be here for me to come over on Saturday nights. I wasn't going to hear her call me on my days off during the week and say "Hey, need adult coversation, bring the baby over". July was a hard month for me losing 2 of my best friends in the same month.

September 1, 2003, I get promoted again. This one comes with a nice pay increase. Nothing major but enough to write home to mom about. I meet my new team mates fore mentioned in previous blogs Columbia and Clarksville. Clarksville is my partner and as I have said in the past...I am sure that there are times that both she and Columbia could have strangled me. I have a real bad habit of asking the same questions over and over. I love most of the people on my new team and was so excited to meet all of them. Again...as fore mentioned, I finally feel like I fit in at work.

Mid September, 2003, my Pooh Bear quit his job. The establishment he worked at was robbed and I told him to call and quit that night. We are still looking for him a job, but to me, it's worth being broke to know that he does not have to go into that place every night.

Also going on in September, my little brother was set to get married. He was not ready and quite literally, the week before he was supposed to say "I do" I was able to set him down, talk to him and make him admit to himself that he was not ready. My mama jokingly said that she knew there was a reason that she had me first. I love my little brother to death and want nothing more than for him to be happy, which is why I was glad that I was able to talk to him. I can't take all the credit now either. He is the one that admitted it, and my daddy helped talk to him as well and gave him some insight on things, since my little brother was listening. He has since talked to his fiance and they are still together. He postponed the wedding until he was a little more ready. Go you little bro.

October 14, 2003, a milestone in my life as this is the longest I have ever held a job. It was a very big time to celebrate and I did as I am sure you can imagine.

Also in October, 2003, my grandfather comes up missing. He was found and is doing ok, but I will never forget that. My mama and daddy went out West to see him. While there she was able to see my uncle and aunt. She had not seen them in 25+ years. (Long story) My aunt unfortunately passed away the weekend after mama got home. On the way home mama and daddy got on a plane (Did not like that) but I said a little prayer for a safe return. The moment after I said that prayer they unboarded the plane because they had found a crack in the wing and had to bring a new plane in for them to come home. They made it home safe and sound.

December 6, 2003, my Floor moved back home. Though a short stay out of state, it seemed like forever. She brought with herself the news that she was pregnant again. I had know this about a month before, but she came home. I could hardly contain myself when I saw her, Sniper and Sniper Jr after the 5 long months that they were gone. Now I again hear "Hey, comin over with the baby" on my off days. To Floor --- So glad your home. Welcome back.

Also in December, 2003 my mama tells me that one of my cousins has HIV. Didn't quite know how to take the news. Still trying to deal with it a little I guess. My mother-in-law (My Damn Redneck) got put in the hospital on Christmas Eve and we spent the night there Christmas night. She got out and is doing better now with a couple of bumps along the way. My Pooh Bear got me a birthstone ring for Christmas, nothing extravagant, but I absolutely love it. It is perfect for me, small and simple. My Pooh Bear really does know me.

I finally end this blog with the thought to everyone out there....Happy New Year 2004 and hopefully this year will be good to you. I can only hope that it is a little bit better than 2003.

Todays thought...How Christmas brings out the worst in people

Have you ever gone to a store to get something in the last few weeks before Christmas? You know what I mean. The last few weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now why is it that when you go to the store, even if it is just for something simple like some socks or bread and milk and the people are just as rude as you have ever seen?

No one is ever courtious, if you take something that they wanted they will curse you till blue in the face, no one ever offers you to get in front of them in line when you have one thing and they have 30, no one ever opens the door for you or will step aside if you are reaching for something that they are in front of. Yet all other times of the year the average Joe will do that for you. This should be a time when you are more courtious and more conciderate and gestures should come straight from the heart and because you want to.

This is Christmas people! A time to rejoice the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ. It is not a commercial holiday to see who can get the last gift off the shelf, or who can out do the other in presents. This is a time to celebrate and give thanks for the birth of a great man who gave his own life for us.

Stop with the commercialism and get a clue. This is a time of happiness. Be nice to one another, stop being so damn superficial and conceided. Be with your family, friends, and give a gift from the heart, not one from the store.

And if nothing else...atleast say Happy Birthday to Jesus on Christmas morning. If not for him, we would not even have this holiday which is a holiday...as I said already...to rejoice his birth and to be with family and friends. Cherish the time instead of stooping to such lows that you would compromise the meaning of this great day all together.

Merry Christmas all...and Happy Birthday Jesus

Todays thought...Good times

My floor is home finally. She was supposed to call me on the Saturday that she got home but it got trying times and she got busy and was not able to. I went to see her the following Monday and found that they made it home fine with no problems. I got to see Sniper Jr. He is getting so big. I can't believe how much he has grown in the little time they were gone. He's such a little ham. His little toung is always out and he is just got this look on his face that would just make you melt. It is so good to see that they are home.

On another good note... I write poety. Just a hobby. A little about my past, I won a full scholarship to a college in Minnesota for 4 years on a poem that I wrote. I passed it up however because I had to go to Minnesota to study and I had to study Literature and Poetry. I did not want to have to study that so I declined my offer. I entered into a poetry contest recently and submitted a rather simple poem. In the last week I have received an offer to have a book that my poem as well as a write-up about me will be in and I received an e-mail, my poem is going international. They want to put me in a book in the UK. I could not be more tickled about this. And further more I am entered in to win $1,000 in a monthly and I am a semi-finalist to win $10,000 in a yearly contest.

Lastly...I have said it once and I will say it again...I love the people that I work with. Columbia and Clarksvill are two of the most amazing people in the world to work with and to hang out with. I feel included in the little "Click" so to say and could not be more happy with it. I finally feel like I belong in the group of people I work with as my own person and I like it A LOT. Its a good feeling to know that you belong as you and not the little mold that people most often times feel you should be in.

I close this entry with a note to Clarksville and Columbia...I am really blessed to have you two in my lives and am very glad that we work together. You make it a lot of fun to come to work to and I could not be more happy that we know eachother. I hope that we can form long and lasting friendships all around and I want to thank you both for making me feel like I have a place to fit in...as myself.

Todays thought...I'm slackin

I was supposed to keep a day to day about Floor's Homecoming '03 and to tell the truth I have just not gotten on the net to do it.

Floor....I await your return. I called her house today and there was no answer and got really excited that maybe they left early and was already on the way but when I got home and checked my mail I had one from my Floor and discovered that she has not left yet.

Floors Homecoming '03 is here. They are either leaving tonight after packing or in the morning. Either way she will be home tomorrow with Gods speed and his hand on them through the trip.

Can't wait to see you Floor and if you read this before you leave we have a date for Sunday at 12:00 Noon and the TV for Kickoff. See you soon.

Todays thought....family

Ok, so anyone who reads this knows that my Floor is like my sister. She is just awesome and as I have said, it is a friendship that started out as a threat and has since moved into where it is now. She is pregnant again and she is just as tickled as ever. Of course I can't wait, she's my floor, you know I'm ready. My pooh bear told her the other day that it is a girl. Funny enough, my daddy said it was going to be a girl as well and he told her that Sniper Jr was going to be a boy before she found out about that.

I said in a previous entry that she is moving home from out of state. We all thought it would be after Christmas but it has since moved to 5 days from today. I am sure she is busy packing and all. I cannot wait until she comes home. As I have also previously said, I am going to cry for sure for a moment when she arrives. Hopefully I can get together with her over the weekend and see how my nephew is doing. I haven't seen him in about 6 months. Well, floor... I dedicate then next few entries to you. I am going to get on here every day and give a countdown to arrival.

Stay tuned to Floors Homecoming '03.

Todays thought...Funny statements

Have you ever looked at the TV Guide channel and you will see a show that begins with "The" or "I" and then when it gets to just a half an hour left of the show and there is no more room for the rest of the title on the guide and you just see the words "The" or "I"

To quote my Floor --- Well actually her honey Sniper --- How did Webster know the definitions to all of those words when he wrote the first dictionary? To quote my Readers Digest Magazine - November Issue '03 - - Before we begin cloning, there is one question we have to ask ourselves. If you push your naked clone off of a high rise building, would you be: committing suicide...murder...or making an obscene clone fall

Or you have the ever favorable to also quote my Readers Digest Magazine --- If you arrest a mime - do you still have to tell him he has the right to remain silent? Why do you drive on a parkway and park on a driveway? Why does your feet smell and your nose run? If you choke a smurf...what color does he turn?

Lastly if you notice when there is a weather warning on the TV - It usually says "High damaging winds...Hail...and Dangerous lightening. - What is that?! Have you ever seen lightening that was not dangerous? I mean really...think about it..."Hey George, lets go golfing, this lightening doesn't look dangerous!" DUHHHH!!!!

And that's what I have to say for tonight.

Todays thought...Does God hear me?

Last Sunday my mama and daddy were getting on a jet in California - Southwest Airlines (Highest safety record of all companies out there). I wasn't crazy about the entire thing to begin with but they had made it out there ok and well...surely they would make it home fine.

See, the last time they went to California...they were delayed leaving, delayed when they got to the middle point and a lady died on the plane forcing them to land once again before arriving to their destination.

This time, they got there fine (Nobody died) but when they were coming home...something told me to pray for a safe return. So, about 15 minutes before the flight was supposed to take off...I said a prayer "God, please allow my mama and daddy a safe return home with no problems."

I said that and looked on the net at the web site to find that their flight had been delayed. I jump off the net immediately to find a voicemail on my phone that my mama said "They have found a mechanical problem with the right wing and we had to unboard the plane and they are having to bring a new one in for us to come home on."

I about died. I could not believe that they were on the plane, and it could have taken off, and they found a mechanical problem with the wing that could have proven fatal. They got home fine, about an hour after they were supposed to, but they got home. I found out later that the mechanical problem with the wing was an actual crack in the wing.

If they had actually taken off, my mama and daddy would not be here today. Which goes to prove 2 things. 1 - Southwest continues on their safety record with accidents...and 2 - God definitely hears me.

Today's thought...Simply an update.

Going through some of my previous entries I figured I would give some updates.

The law-suit against my friend Saturn is going to be settled by her insurance company...I finally found a person who takes her relationship with her daughter the way that I do with my mama...I still think President Bush is a hell of a man...I'm still mad about the no Honey at McDonalds thing...My munchkins mama is doing much better...My nightly TV routine has just been demolished because the channel that was playing Voyager screwed everything up by taking it off the air (I am very upset about that mind you)...God is still a major part of my life - in the best way...And I am still way totaly stoked that my Floor is coming home.

My pooh bear picks at me because I am always talking about my Floor and never about the rest of her family Sniper and Sniper Jr...but I can't help it. I love my Floor to death and just cant wait till I can give her a big old hug and cry because she is home. She doesn't know it yet (Well until she reads this anyway) that the first thing on her agenda when she gets home is to come over and watch "The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer" on DVD with me. It's a long story. We got on a total Rose Red kick a while back and our husbands were in a competition as to who was going to get Floor and I the best Rose Red stuff. Sniper went out and bought Floor the book then my Pooh Bear had to outdo Sniper and bought it for me in hard cover...so then Sniper went out and had to outdo my Pooh Bear by buying Floor Rose Red on DVD. Ahhh men can be so funny sometimes.

Work is good for me. I love my supervisor...he is so funny and just an all around good guy. The rest of my team is awesome. My supervisor's assistant (Columbia) as well as my partner (Clarksville) are both trying hard to keep me in check and both have some of the greatest attitudes. They will make you laugh so hard. They treaded lightly the first couple of weeks as to not offend me with things they say...but when they realized that I was not the type of person to get offended easily...if at all...I got to see the real side of them. They are both crazy and pick on me unmercifully...And I would not have it any other way.

Well its time for me to retire to my bed. I'll go with a good note, that all is well for the most part on this end.

Ok...Today's thought does not really have a point...just a bone to pick with McDonalds.

I go to McDonalds and get me some Chicken McNuggets with some Honey for the dipping sauce. I have done that my entire life. Much to my suprize...there was no Honey.

Then, I find out that the McDonalds here are no longer serving Honey period. I changed my order and the man asked did I still want the nuggets.

DO I STILL WANT THE NUGGETS? ARE YOU SERIOUS? THAT'S JUST NOT RIGHT! YOU CAN'T EAT CHICKEN McNUGGETS WITHOUT HONEY WHEN YOU HAVE BEEN DOING IT FOR 24 YEARS?

I was just completely baffled by all of this and did not understand what was going on. I put this to all of you out there...if you still have Honey for your McNuggets, treasure it. Because I now have to bring my own Honey into the store to get my McNuggets.

Todays thought...How things can look up when all is drab

My weekend last weekend was terrible. And the week to come wasn't much better. I spent Friday and Saturday up in the hospital with my friend...My granfather came up missing in California on Sunday...and my car broke down on Monday.

Monday evening I find out that my grandpa is in a hospital 75 miles from his home from driving the wrong way down the interstate and having an accident. Tuesday I tried to get a new car and ended up wasting my time. My ex had ruined my credit so bad when we got divorced, my Pooh bear had the same deal with his divorce and it was just a complete waste of time.

Wednesday I get an update on my grandpa. He is going to have to be put in assisted living due to a head injury. He is doing ok, he just can't use his right side at all. My mama...bless her heart...was having a hard time and it takes a toll trying to be strong for her when it was hurting me inside too.

Then I see the rainbow...My light at the end of the tunnel.

Thursday comes around and mama tells me that though grandpa may be in assisted living...he is just a stubborn and feisty as ever and is going to pull through just fine. Major breath of relief there. I also find out that my Floor is pregnant again. Sniper is just like a kid in a candy store about this and is just as tickled as he was when he found out that Sniper Jr was coming into this world.

Then...Just as I think it can't get any better I talked to my Floor last night to find that she is coming home. I was so excited I screamed and laughed and probably woke up the entire neighborhood. She said that she had to pull the phone from her ear just to have an eardrum left. I could not be more happy for her and myself knowing that she is coming home. It has been a long time coming. (In actuality it has only been about 4 months...but sometimes it seems like a lifetime).

Lastly...it is Friday...I got paid today and my husband can fix our car and get it running again. It may only be a simple part or it could be a major component...either way...it's getting fixed.

The point of my story...No matter how bad things get...and how grim and terrible life seems...it will get better. Just look for that rainbow. It will all be ok in the end.

Todays thought...customer service.

You have good and you have bad. So lets start with the bad so I can end the blog on a good note.

My mam banks with a very well established bank with branches all across America. She got a credit/check card and was at her limit. She was in another state visiting family when the payment came due so she made the payment in that state.

Long story short, the bank, never credited the acct and so the bank borrowed against the credit part on her card putting her over her limit...causing finance charges and late charges which also was borrowed..BY THE BANK..against her credit causing more charges as I am sure you can imagine. Turns out the bank in the other state "finds" her check and apologizes that they have had it the whole time and never cashed it or credited her acct.

Now in all of this...after the bank realizes that it is their fault...what do they do? Tell her that she is SOL and the charges are still owed. Now tell me...what kind of customer service is that when you know you are wrong and still refuse to do anything about it. I told my mama she needs to transfer everything somewhere else and tell that bank to shove it.

On the lighter note...good customer service.

I cross stitch. Call it one of my many hobbies. If you cross stitch you know one of the main companies to use for patters in a company called Dimensions.

My mama had bought me a pattern and I had begun working on it. Well over time and after moving the 2nd half of the instructions got lost. So I did the only thing I knew how and e-mailed them to see how much it was going to cost for just the bottom half of the instructions without having to buy the entire pattern all over again.

The next day I received a message back saying it was in the mail on its way to me. First off, this was great customer service simply due to the quick response. Second, great customer service since they were not going to even charge me for it which they very well could have.

About a 3-5 days later, it came in the mail. Third in great customer service...it was the entire pattern. Fourth...there was a letter in there. To quote this company "Enclosed are the materials you requested. Please accept our apologies for your inconvenience. If we can be of any further help to you ...please do not hesitate to contact us...We hope you enjoy the finished design"

Ok, 1...they didn't have to send it to me for free...and 2...they apologized to me for me losing the pattern. I think that shows very good customer service and let me be the first to say that if you do cross stitch, or choose to start...my suggestion...use Dimensions. The patters are realistic, and the customer service is beyond comparison.

Ok...Todays thought...the winds of change.

We all know it's coming. Just sometimes it is a little sooner than planned. My Pooh Bear works for a company. He is in the restaurant business. He has been there for 5 years...worked his butt off...and has had a total of $0.30 raise in the last 5 years. He has been looking for a new job for a little while now. But yesterday I was very proud to hear that he turned in his shirt and quit.

It was a very hard decision for him as we are coming into the Christmas season and now down to one income. The final straw though was when the place was heald up and robbed the other night.

3 men came in with black masks on and ordered everybody on the ground. They stole their cell phones and got about $350 out of the cash register. They beat the ever living snot out of one of the customers...because he was a security guard and did not decide to go home that night and change before coming in and doing his school work. He wasn't a security guard for this establishment...but got beat up simply because he had his work uniform on.

One of the guys put a gun to the cooks head as the other 2 tried to break into the office for more money. He then put the gun to another customers head and yelled at him.

They finaly left. The police were called and the security guard was taken by ambulance to the hospital. He is out now and doing ok. Everyone else is fine aside from the emotional and mental scars.

Hearing about that I told my Pooh Bear to call his boss that night and quit. He deliberated on it and asked me the next day if I would support his decision to quit. I of course gave him that blank stare and said "Well DUH!! I told you to quit YESTERDAY!!" I told him to blame it on me. Thus he made the call and said Adios to the establishment. He is now job hunting...but as I told him...I would rather be poor, living in a cardboard box with him by my side all the time then having to worry about weather or not he was coming home to me the next morning because some jerk needs a quick fix. Thankfully in all of this mess, my Pooh Bear was at home with me.

Ahhh...the winds of change. They may be for the better, they may be for the worse...you never can tell...and they usually never come when you want them to...but yet, they still come like it or not. It's just what you decide to do with them when they get to you.

Ok...Todays entry goes to my Munchkins Mama.

She is having a hard time right now. Her grandpa died and I feel so much for her. I have not been able to get ahold of her. I think she has gone back home for the funeral. I am of corse worried for my friend.

She had told me the day before that she thought this may happen soon, however when I got the message at home that it had happened I could have cried.

All I wanted to do was to go down to her and give her a hug and tell her it was going to be ok. She has her booby, my munchkin and her son batman to comfort her of corse, but sometimes there is nothing like the hug of a friend that makes it somewhat easier.

Though this is a short entry, I call out to you my friend and tell you that I love you as a sister and am truely so sorry that you have had this loss. I received an e-mail at work today that may help you on this journey.


"Keep Your Fork"
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given 3 months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order", she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriputres she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.

"What's that?" came the pastor's reply.

"This is very important," they young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand"

The pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

"That suprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.

The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement.

In all of my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!

So I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork...the best is yet to come."

The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye.

He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.

She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than may people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.

Over and over, the pastor heard the question.

"What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.

During his message the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.

The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably wouldnot be able to stop thinking about it either.


This is dedicated to you...my munchkins mama. Know that I am a phone call away. I am sorry for your loss and wish to say that losing someone is never easy but know that I am here for you even if it is just to cry or get a hug...It will get easier with time.

Todays entry...how nobody will look at you with out cash, credit card or a checking acct.

First instance...my Pooh Bear entered into a contest to win $25,000 or a brand new GMC Envoy. They called my house the other day and told us that we had been selected and being a finalist in this contest...we had won 4 round trip air fair tickets to a few places estimated value of $3,000. I was so excited. She said that all we had to do was to come in and listen to a 90 minute presentation and in that time they would let us know if we had won the money or vehicle...Here comes the catch. We had to have a checking acct or a credit card in our name. It was a time share. Pissed me off. Then they tell me that the only reason for that was so that we could prove that we could pay for the taxes of the money or the vehicle. I knew what it was though.

Instance 2...last night. My dog got sick. I needed to get her to a vet. The only ones open on a Saturday night are the emergency vets. I called 6 different ones in my area all with the same answer. First just let me say, it is $75 just for my Hershey to be seen. That does not include any tests they have to run to find out what is going on with her and why she is sick. Everyone of them told me..."You have to come in with whatever amount of money that it is going to cost to get her seen and run the tests."

I live paycheck to paycheck. I get paid twice a month. I did not have the $75 much less what it was going to cost me to get the tests run to find out what is wrong with her. I had called everyone that could help me that wasn't so far away that they would have to Western Union me the money. No one could help.

So now what?! I have to let my girl suffer until I can get her to her normal vet who will set up some kind of arrangement with me that I can get this done.

I just think that it is pretty shitty for the people out there like me that don't have a checking acct, or credit card, or the money to just pay out that much. Why is there no help for my animals? I guess the people that make these policies just think that the lower middle class people to lower class people don't love their animals enough to have the money just hanging around.

It makes you ask the question...where is the help for our animals? Where are they when we need them to work on our animals?...They are stuck so far up their own ass worrying about the money...that they cannot look past it to help an animal in need. They have an emergency room for the people that don't have insurance...why not for the animals?

My question in this...When is it going to be our turn? When are they going to have the help for my babies when they need it. When are they going to realize that there is no price on an animals health...but that any price is going to have to come in time when you don't have it just lying around? When are they going to realize that the love of an animal from someone who doesn't have the means to get the help in an emergency like that is just the same if not more...than the love of someone who has it to blow?

Todays entry is just a thoght that I have. My opinion...not intended to offend...but my opinion...This was sent to me in an e-mail and I have copied it and will post it on my web-site...


Will we still be the Country of choice and still be America if we continue to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries that came to live in America because it is the Country of Choice???????? Think about it........

All I have to say is, when will they do something about MY RIGHTS? I celebrate Christmas, but because it isn't celebrated by everyone, we can no longer say Merry Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings. It's not Christmas vacation, it's Winter Break. Isn't it amazing how this winter break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday?? We've gone so far the other way, bent over backwards to not offend anyone, that I am now being offended. But it seems that no one has a problem with that.


This says it all!


After hearing that the state of Florida changed its opinion and let a Muslim woman have her picture on her driver's license with her face covered this is an editorial written by an American citizen, published in a Tampa newspaper. He did quite a job; didn't he? Read on, please!

IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans. However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the "politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.


We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language!


"In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.

If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle. Our First Amendment gives every! citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our national motto, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great American freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.


Do not read this and think of me as racist in any way. I am very much the opposite, but I do agree with this thought and have to give props to the author of this piece.

Todays thought...getting back in the saddle.

This is a little story about something that happened to me in my past. When I was 16, I got married. To keep my little brother from having to ride the bus to school I would pick him up in the mornings.

One morning I wanted to get him some donuts. I stopped at the store, got the donuts and headed on my way. The little side road that I traveled had just been paved. I was 17 and just a kid in my senior year in high school and young and stupid. I was going around a corner on the road and the morning dews had just brought up the new oils on the road. The tail end of my car broke loose and I panicked. To make it worse there was another vehicle in the oncoming lane.

To avoid hitting him I jerked the wheel to the right and hit the brakes. I went off the shoulder (or lack there of) of the road. My car went down in the ditch and to pull my self back up I jerked the wheel to the left. I had over corrected. I started in a flat spin and centripical force took over.

I had done a complete 360 and was on my way around for another one. A tree stopped my spin. I had come out of the full spin, on my way back around and hit the tree with the back of the car. I hit it with such force that my car was quite literally picked up off the ground and catapulted, with me in it, across the street.

I very likely should not have made it out of that car accident. By all rights, I should have been dead. But not only did I make it out of the car accident...I walked away from it.

My car was totalled of corse. My windsheild imploded and was in the front seat with me. My spare tire exploded on impact and the tow truck operator told me that my gas can was so compacted that if the gas inside of it had ignited from scraping on the pavement, it would have blown my car sky high. And lastly I hit the tree so hard that my tail light was permanently imbedded in the tree. It would still be there today if the tree had not been cut down to make way for a new driveway.

It took me a long time to get back behind the wheel of a car. That is partly due to my ex not letting me drive until the accident was off of my record enough that I could be insured. (He was a control freak, hence the ex --- but that is another blog entry all in its own).

The point in this, I did get behind the wheel again. As well as everytime I fall off my horse, I get right back up. I know it can be scary to do what you have to after something like that...but you just have to do it. Remember, keep your chin up, and get back in that saddle.

Todays thought...this sue happy world. I know...I know...again with another blog about that. But this time it involves my friend Saturn.

She was told that she is being sued by someone in her home state for an accident that happened over 2 years ago that though she was not directly effected in this accident she was supposedly the cause of an accident due to a chain reaction.

Trying to make a left hand turn into a driveway she put on her blinker 200 yards before the turn in. (Hold the phones and call the press...someone who knows the purpose of the blinker and follows the 100 foot rule)...Anyway, the person behind her was not paying attention so to avoid hitting her, he pulled around her and caused an accident including 4 vehicles.

She was given a ticket for causing the thing when she was not the one to cause it and further hired a lawyer and got the ticket thrown out...because it wasn't her fault. Stupid cop I guess. (Dont take that wrong because my brother in law is a cop...and he is NOT stupid). On the court date for this ticket, the third party involved (The one trying to sue right now) showed up in the court room. Now mind you this was an entire month after the accident. After the lawyer talked to her, she left the room before the case was even discussed.

....Now keep in mind in all of this that I have not fore mentioned yet...the third party trying to sue was not even driving in this whole thing. Her mother was. Further more...when she got out of the vehicle she made a point to everyone to make sure that all knew...she was not injured at all and she was ok....

So now...after all of everything and more than 2 years, she is trying to sue my friend...for injuries. Now let me just tell all of you out there that do not know, my little brother was in an accident that was his fault. He ran a stop sign and t-boned someone in a tow truck. The truck rolled and ofcorse the driver was taken to the hospital. The truck driver was truely injured in all of this. Federal Law gave that driver 1 year to file a lawsuit. 1 YEAR!!!! This is more than 2 years! And to top that...not only was she not driving...SHE WASN'T EVEN HURT!!!!

Now I say to you...don't you think that after 2 years, hell, after 1 year that if you really had any injuries, you would have taken this to court already? This would not even stand up in the Peoples Court, Judge Joe Brown, or Texas Justice. Why? It's been too long! And more than that...it wasn't Saturns fault.

I will keep postings about this...so in the fateful words of one of my favorite shows...stay tuned.

Todays thought...my pet pieves. This may take a while so get the cold drink and the popcorn ready to read.

Pet Pieve 1.) Blinkers....Why doesn't anyone know what a bliker is any more? Or the 100 ft rule any more. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's when you are turning in somewhere and you give your blinker (Uh oh, there's that B word again) 100 ft before the turn to let the person behind you know that you are turning. And no I am not talking about those people that creep up on the turn or driveway because they are affraid the driveway is going to run away before they get there. That is another pet peive but we'll just have to leave that to another blog entry.

I was cut off one time by a guy with a brand new Lexus. You would have thought that a bliker was an option on his car instead of a standard feature the way he was driving. He happened to pull into the gas station where I stopped to get cigarettes. He was in front of me in line and I politely said to him..."Boy, that is a really nice Lexus. If you don't mind my asking how much did you pay for it?" He told me that he had spent well into the 60's for it. I tilted my head and said "Man did you get jilted". He looked at me with this perplexed look on his face and said "Really? Why do you say that?" I told him "Because I would never have paid that much for a car that the blinker does not work". Ofcorse he stormed out of the store madder than ever...but you know what, when he pulled out of the store, he used his blinker.

If you ever came to my town and drove for just a week, you would feel the way I do (If you know how to drive that is). That you need to register your car as a lethal weapon. Because they sure drive them that way.

Pet Peive 2.) This one stems from an issue that my Floor is going through right now and I tend to agree with her. (Hope you don't mind Floor). Her baby needs to see a doctor ofcorse for follow ups and shots and vaccinations and so on. She is trying hard to get him on medicaid or medicare or something that she can take my nephew for a visit to the doctor as he is just a little baby, just under 5 mon's old.

Now you would think that for a mother, it would be easy for her to get some kind of insurance for her baby. Hell, you see people every day that don't work and just set on their butts and don't even try that can get medical ins through the state at the drop of a hat (to quote my Floor)...but when it comes to her, a working mother trying to make it...she has to jump through hoops. Dont get me wrong in that though...daddy is in the picture but he has to go through 9 weeks of training unpaid to get his job...Thats a long time with no insurance for a baby..as I am sure you mama's and daddy's know.

So why does my Floor have to jump through hoops to get ins for her baby --- my nephew --- when "Sarah" down the street can quit her job, go into the unemployment office and get unemployment pay, wic, ins and whatever she needs for her baby. And why is she unemployed? Because she doesn't want to work.

I'm sure my Floor doesn't want to work. I am sure that she would love to stay home with her baby. But atleast she can say that she is much stronger than that and that she is a much better person because she's not lazy.

Pet Peive 3.) I cannot stand the way people can be so twofaced. It just kills me. They will talk about someone behind their backs and "Oh, I'm not going to talk to her because she did this...or I'm not going to help her now because she did this" and when it comes down to it, face to face with that person...they talk to them or help them and are just as sweet as a sugar cane. Watch you back for these people because they will drive a knife through it quicker than you can blink.

As I said, these are just a few of my pet peives. The worst of them too. I will get going though with a last thought of --- Always use your blinker and the 100 ft rule --- Be strong like my Floor and maybe one day nobody will have to jump through hoops to get ins for their baby --- And don't be two faced. As I have said in previous entries...If you have a problem...let that person know about it instead of talking about them behind their backs.

Todays thought...how people are so superficial

I went to lunch today and watched the people around me. There was so much he said she said shit in the entire resteraunt. And then it kills me that people have to have the best clothes and the best jewelry.

Now I am not going to set here and contradict myself in saying that I don't like my things. But my clothes are Wal-Mart and I am not affraid of Sterling Silver or Cubic Zirconia. I have told everyone around me that it does not matter what you hear...If I did not tell you to your face first...then I didn't say it.

It kills me that I am out of high school in the real world and feel like I'm still in high school. I guess some things never change.

Everyone wants to talk to someone else about someone that they are having an issue with and then they wonder why the other person doesn't talk to them. Well why don't you got talk to that person in someplace quiet where no one else can hear you and get your issues out in the open? Get them taken care of. You will build more meaningful realationships further down the line.

And no jumping to conclusions either. I am just as guilty as the next person. Take just here recently. My best friend my munchkins mama didn't call for a while and I thought for sure that she was mad because when I tried to call her I could not get through. I thought for sure that I had done something and could not figure out what it was. She called me after about a month and it turns out that her phone was messed up and she thought I was mad at her.

People, the point to all of this...life is too short to listen to the he said she said bullshit in life and to form your life around some popularity contest. GROW UP!!! WE AREN'T IN HIGHSCHOOL ANY MORE!!! I don't associate myself with these people unless absolutely neccessary and it is very brief. I'm not in high school any more and don't have time it.

Todays thought...past lives. Touchy subject I know...but you know...just my thought on it.

Have you ever had that feeling of dejavu? Something that you know you have never done before yet it feels strangely familiar. Or in my case, are you with someone that you can just tell you have found eachother and been with eachother through all of time? Soul mates. Or have a friend that you can just tell that you have been friends through time?

There has to be the possibility. If you have never seen What Dreams May Come...you will not understand this. But if you have...all I ask is that you concider the possibility...that the very end of the movie...is true. My pooh bear...is my soul mate. I can look into his eyes and know that we have been together since the beginning of time. That no matter what era or time we were in, we have been together. Since the beginning.

This is just my thought on it and I just ask that people not be so close minded about this and concider the possibility.

My thought today...friends

It is true what they say. You can count your true friends on one hand. I have 4. Well...5 if you include my mama. And all of them have been with me through everything.

First you have my munchkins mama. She and I have been friends for well into 8 years. We went to highschool together and she was there with me through my very messy divorce from my loser of an ex. Her little girl...my munchkin is the whole world to me. We've had our issues, don't get me wrong. For a little while we didn't talk and I feared that I would never get my relationship back...but we did.

Next you have my flower child. She is the type of person to brighten up any room she walks into. Even if she has had a bad day. I did not see her for 6 years after I left highschool...then one day she walked into Subway and we talked and haven't stopped yet.

Next is my Floor. Mentioned previously in my blog entries...she is one of my closest. We met when she was working with my husband and came to me and explained that she was flirtatious by nature and if she ever said anything to my husband while I was there not to take it with a grain of salt because that is just how she was. I told her then that she could flirt if she wanted but if she touched him I'd kill her. (Now ladies...we all know...thats not being jeleous. We are just being territorial.) She was the only one at my bachelorette party and we ate hotdogs and mac. I was there with her when her son was born. One of the most amazing things I have ever experienced. She moved away...but we are very much still in touch.

Lastly, you have Saturn. She is the newest one I have kinda taken under my wing so to speak. She is like a little sister to me and has cried many times on my shoulder as I have hers. She found out I was in the hospital one time and came all the way up there then tried to find me when I was discharged. She is having a hard time right now and though I know I can help her through this...I have more confidence than anything that she would do the same for me.

This mind you does not in any way disclude the people in my life that I hold very dear. I love each and every one of them too. You know who you are.

Cherrish your friends. They will be there for you when you least expect it.

My thought today...TV.

Everybody that has a tv in their house watches it. Whether you want to admit it or not...you know you do. Have you ever noticed though that when you want to watch TV...theres nothing on?

Now I have a normal routine here. On the weeknights its The Simpsons, King of the Hill, the Disney Channel, then Voyager at 11. I am a very avid Voyager fan. But then you hit the weekend. There is nothing on.

You know how it is...you watch the Preview Channel to see what is on...then after going through it for about the third time you either just settle on somthing, do something else, or find yourself watching the adds that come on above the guide.

Then you think...OK...need to get more channels. Get better cable or a satelite dish. Then you do that only to find that instead of it taking you 15 minutes to find out there is nothing on the TV, it takes you an hour.

The point of this...ADULTS!!! WE NEED TO GET OUT MORE!!!! Remember when we were kids and our parents would tell us to go outside and play instead of sitting in front of the TV because it was a pretty day? We need to take our parents advice and go outside and play on a pretty day.

Now if everyone will excuse me...its a pretty day...and I am going outside to play.

Hey all...Todays thought...My younger days and how things change so much as you get older. Now that is not to say that I am old...but...ya know.

Things I remember as a kid...the first Slip and Slide, my daddy was my hero, phone calls were just a dime, stamps were just $0.13, it was an outrage that gas went to $0.50 a gallon and cigarettes went up to $2.00 a pack, movies only had previews of 1 or 2 other movies, mosquito's were just a neusence...and not a disease carrier, AIDS was not even heard of, there was no such thing as reality tv, the evening news and a hot cup of coffee was just completely gross and strange and mostly...being a kid...you had no worries at all except maybe whether or not you were going to make the bus to school. It was a simpler time back then.

My hero. My daddy was a firefighter when I was younger. He doesn't do it any more since we've moved, but he was Fire Captain of Genesee Township 2 fire station. It was right behind our house and he had a little radio that would go off to let him know there was a fire in the area or someone needed his assistance. He never knew it but I could hear it go off and would be lying there in bed wide awake. I would see the car pull out of the driveway in the wee hours of the morning and would watch him go. The main road could be seen from my bedroom window and I could hear the sirens of both the fire station and my daddys fire truck. I would set at my window and would hear the blaring stop from the station and hear the truck start and wait to see if he was going to go East by the house or West the opposite direction on the main road. If they went by the house I could see the lights of the truck go down the road. If the went the other direction of corse the sirens of the truck would be come less effective until gone from my hearing. I would then crawl back into bed and go to sleep until he got home.

I...yes its true...I'm a smoker. I remember when my daddy used to say that he was not going to buy cigarettes if they got above $2.00 per pack. Well...he still smokes...as do I (Nobody get this wrong in thinking that I smoke because I had seen him do it as a kid. I made that choice on my own!!!). My cigarettes are now $4.21 a pack.

Gas. I now pay for my own gas. I remeber getting mad at my mama when she grocery shopped because of the fact that she would not buy the expensive cereal with marshmallows and things like that. Well now I understand. It was becaue of gas prices. It is now $1.65 a gallon right now. The cheapest I ever remember putting my own gas in my own car was about 7 years ago...it was unusually low at a whopping $0.89 per gallon. What happened?

Oh, and does anybody remember when you went into a movie theater for $2.75 to see a premium movie and there were only 2...maybe 3 movie previews that lasted maybe 6-10 minutes before the movie actually got underway. Now you go to a movie theater. Its $7.75 to get in and you have 15-20 minutes of previews of movies...shows...and plain tv commercials before the movie gets underway. And I don't know about where everyone else is...but a drive-in theater is non existant any more here.

Lastly...the evening news and a hot cup of coffee. I could not stand coffee in the morning but sometimes daddy would let me drink it and with a ton of sugar and milk I would tough it out to look like a big girl for him. Well I have to give my daddy props because though I still drink a little coffee with my cream and sugar...I cannot function without a cup of coffee in the morning. And the evening news. I try to watch it as much as possible. You know how it is when you get busy with things in life. But it is no longer strange to me.

I end this blog with a dedication to my child hood. I had a great childhood and miss it emensly. But I guess thats what happens when you grow up huh...

Todays thought...how God has blessed my life. This is just my story and not intended to put pressure on anyone in any way. If my testimonial tonight should bring someone to the path of God...then great...but it is not meant to press my issues and beliefs on anybody.

Where do I begin? God has always been there for me. Not to say that I am perfect. This is just a line to say how wonderful it is to have him in my life.

He has blessed me with 2 wonderful parents, a wonderful family, good friends, wonderful pets, wonderful in-laws and my husband. Through my life, no matter what my struggle, he has always been there. People irritate me at times with the "Holier than thou" attitude, but no one can define my relationship with God and Jesus but me...God...and Jesus.

I have had people tell me in the past that I cannot concider myself a Christian child because I do not attend church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night. Yet they do not understand at the same time that church is by definition, 2 or more people in fellowship, discussing God. Who said it had to be in a building? Who said it had to be on Sunday or Wednesday? It surely wasn't God!

My testimonial is simple. I would not be where I am today, or the person I am today if God was not there with me. And no matter how tough things get - and believe me...it gets tough - I know I have God by my side no matter what. I know that though I may sin...just like every other person on this earth...he is always there for me...and is ALWAYS going to love me.

I am not going to lie to you. My life has not been easy. There have been times when - though I had faith and believed - it got bad enough that I have questioned his plan. I have even yelled at him a time or two. But he has always listened to me. He has always been my shoulder to cry on and has always been the one to pull me through things.

No matter what the pressure...he has always sent an angel my way to help me through. Be it my husband...my mama...or just a friend that I haven't talked to in a long time.

To everyone out there tonight...God works in mysterious ways. Have faith in him and you can go far. Open your eyes to him and he will work miracles through other people to help you in any way. And to God - Thanks for being there. I know you will always be there and with your love and guidence, I can accomplish anything.

Todays thought...my mama. I love my mama. I have written her poetry and all but there realy is no way to explain the bonds between a mother and a daughter like ours unless you have one.

All the time I hear people saying, "I have no idea what went wrong. When did my daughter stop talking to me?" Now as a daughter I can speak from experience, if your daughter is in her teens, just tough it out until she moves out on her own. I was a holy terror on my mama when I was a teen. I was a terror on my daddy too.. dont get me wrong, but it seems that my mama and I went from being right there tight to whatever for a little while. And when you are a teen, your mama is usually the last person you want to come hang out with. But, mothers, don't fear. Your daughters will come to you with the important things in life...IF you are open to talk to them about it.

I remember my friends used to come over just to talk to MY mom when they had problems becasue I had told them that I had talked to her about them. They honestly thought they could not go to their moms with their questions because they were affraid of what their mothers would say. Now to mom's out there everywhere...I warn you...If your daughter EVER comes home and asks you a question and you yell at her or scold her for asking that question...or in any way make them feel uncomfortable with asking that question...EVEN JUST ONCE...they will never come ask you anything like that again.

Make your daughters understand that you were a kid once too and that you made mistakes just like they do. It makes for a friendship down the line. Now dont get me wrong in saying that either. No matter what your daughter may tell you or say that can hurt your feelings on this...you have to be a mom first. The friendship will come later on. My mama has always been a mama first and a friend last. I need that from her and would ask nothing less than that. Though your daughter may not appreciate it now if she is a teen, once she gets out on her own...she will. I promise you.

Again, let her know that you are there for her no matter what the problem. Many times I would ask my mama a question like "What does this mean...or why is that like that". A couple of times my mama had to gain her composure because when I just came out with a question like that...it caught her a little off guard and she laughed hysterically at what had just come out of my mouth. Most of the questions were words that I did not know the meaning to....And boy the look on her face...If I'd had a camera.

After gaining her composure she would tell me what that meant...BUT...would also tell me that if she ever heard that word come out of my mouth again...I was going to get a bar of soap for dinner. However, with all of that said, she never got mad at me when I first asked the question...because I did not know what I was saying...hence going to her and asking her..."What does this mean?"

Now take a look at us. She is one of my best friends. Even still...we can talk about anything. And mind you...when I say anything...I mean anything! And to be completely honest...in the 7 years I have been out on my own...we probably have talked about everything. It is mainly because she took the time to talk to me when I was younger...and never got upset a the question...And boy did I ever come home with some dusey's. A couple of times she would have to tell me that she would have to get back to me after a minute...but would explain that it was only because she did not quite know how to answer the question at hand...and would need a second to think of the best way to explain it.

I am ending this blog entry with one last thought...Mothers - Be good to your daughters. It is not until you have a relationship like mine and my mama's that you can truely understand how the whole "Mother-Daughter thing" is supposed to work. Though you may have some trying times...and trust me...you will...always let them know that you love them...and always support them in their decisions in life. Let them be who they are...knowing that even thought you dont agree with that decision...it is their decision. Let them be who they are...with them knowing, that nomatter who they are...or who they strive to be...they are still your daughter...and you will always love them just the same. To the mothers...ALWAYS!!!!! Be a mother first and a friend later. Your daughter will respect you for that later on...and ALWAYS!!!!! Take time to talk to your daughter, know who they are, and love them for that. And to the daughters out there...teens or not...Though it may not always show on the outside...your mother does love you. Cut her a little bit of slack. She just wants you to turn out alright. Trust in your mother and you can make it through anything.

Ok, Todays thought is about President Bush. My opinion is very strong about this so if you don't like the issue at hand...go back to Yahoo Games.

President Bush is a Redneck. And I love it. My husband is a Redneck and his whole family is that way, so in saying that, it is a compliment to Bush. His views on things are very simple, he has never talked down to the people and has always taken a stand for what is right. Not just what he believes, but what is right for the American people.

Take the 9/11 thing. President Bush put his foot down and told everyone out there - forget trying to help the symptems, we are going straight to the disease and taking it out. He is very straight forward about the issue and has a very "Big Brother" don't care if you are behind me or not attitude. That is what this country needs and was founded on.

And I just love it when the people out there say "Well what about the economy?". Well...what about it? You think the economy is bad? Honestly...when you walk into Wal-mart is it empty? No! People are still spending money. What people don't understand is 1. President Bush is only one man. He is not Super Man. And 2. It is not that easy being President when anything that you propose has to go through the House and Senate before it can be passed. Lastly what most people don't know is....the economy is not bad due to President Bush taking our money and spending it on the military. It is because since 9/11, people have been affraid to spend money. It has taken our confidence in ourselves as an American People and deminished it to a point that we are going to save as much money as we can just incase this happens again.

I heard someone out there recently say something about Bush when he was a Governer or whatever it was he was doing before he was President. Who cares?! What do you care what he did before he was in Office as President of the United States. What does it matter? What matters is what he is doing right now. As President. Are you going to set there and say something about Bush when everyone has atleast 1 skeleton in their closet? I know that everyone out there - whether you want to admit it or not, has a past. Everyone out there has been stupid and young. What...you think that just because he's president he has to be perfect. HELLO!!!....the only way for that to happen would be for the savior himself to run for presidency. And even then I am sure that someone would have something to say about it.

And my opinion, I think President Bush is doing a hell of a job. I wouldn't want his job. Would you? People don't realize what goes into being a President. I have enough stress in my job and all I will willingly say about that is that I am a tellephone harrassment specialist (a collecter). Take a real hard look at the Presidents life right now. He is scrutinized for everything that someone see's and doesn't like. He is scrutinized for his daughters, for his homeland security - I mean hell, he would probably be scrutinized if he sat on the toilet sideways and someone saw it. He is a man. He does the best that he knows to do. And though you may not agree with it...it's his job. If you don't like it that bad...YOU run for President. Then when you do something that someone else thinks is wrong, and you get scrutinized for it, you will know just how hard it really is.

And this is what I have to say about that.

Ok, so I just saw a commercial for a lawyers office for some illness. If you have been diagnosed with this illness to contact the law office and they will....What!? Sue the company you worked for? Get you a lot of money for your pain and suffering? What is all of that about? Honestly, do you think a company would knowingly hire a person for their company with the thought of "Oh yeah, this guy looks like an idiot, lets just see if he'll work for us even though that we know that 20 years from now he will have cancer from working for us. What is that?

This world is just too sue happy. What about the person who said I burnt my lip on a pickle, I am going to sue the people who made the burger so hot. Why not go further? Why don't you sue the company that sliced the pickle so thin that it made it hot enough to burn you? Or better yet, why don't you sue the farmer that grew the pickle that the company sliced so thin. Awe hell, lets go way out there. Lets sue the company that produced the seeds, that the farmer planted, and the company sliced to put on the burger that got it so hot to burn you.

Back to the company. Ok, my daddy was a firefighter. He went into that job knowing full good and well the risks of being a fire fighter. Ofcorse you have the oldy but goody, Play with fire and you're going to get burned. And trust me, my daddy has had his share, but do you think that he went back and sued the fire department for every burn he ever got? What about the time he went out to fight a fire on his birthday? Should he have tried to sue the man that owned the building that caught on fire for ruining his birthday?

Come on people....!!!! Life is way too short. Get on with it and stop being so money hungry that you are going to spend 1/8th of your life in a court room for more money that someone else doesn't have just because you burnt yourself. Learn from it. I bet that person never gets pickles on their burger from that place next time...do they?

Ok, so I find out yesterday that one of my best friends (Floor) and her husband (Sniper) and baby (Sniper Jr.) are moving. I went and spent the night and had one last sleepover with them last night. I had known they were moving, just did not think it was going to be so soon. I got to see the baby one last time for a while and got to spend some time with Floor. We played games on the computer, a card game called Phase 10 and Scabble. I am really going to miss her.

She and Sniper took me to dinner last night. They didn't have to but they did. Kinda like a farewell thing. I promised her I was going to cry this morning when I left. I was right there too, but she was feeding the baby and I knew she did not need me crying and getting her crying (which I know her well enough to know that if she had seen me crying, she would have started too) as she was trying to feed Sniper Jr. I know Sniper would have taken over daddy duties if she had, but he is going to have enough crying to deal with when they actually leave tomorrow after loading up the moving truck.

True, it's not like I am never going to see them again, and ofcorse we will call and talk, but its not going to be like it used to. I would have a day off and she would call and say "Hey, comin over with the baby, be there in 5" Now she will be hours away and it won't be so easy to get together and play cards. I guess my main thought this time goes to Floor - So...Floor, don't ever doubt for a minute how much I love you as a friend and how much our friendship means to me. Don't ever second guess how much you will be missed by me or my pooh bear.

And always know, that no matter how far away you are, if you need anything, I am only a phone call away.

Ok, so I go to get my hair cut this morning. One salon doesn't open until 11am and the other doesn't open until 12pm. It gets worse, the one that opens at 11am is only open until 4pm and the one that opens at 12pm closes at 5pm. Now, to me it would make sense that Sunday would be one of the busiest days - wouldn't it? Lot's of people get married on Sunday's and it takes a while to do the brides hair, not to mention all the brides maids. I cannot personally relate to that though, my husband and I got married on horseback. It was the coolest thing. We had both dreamed of it. I had a cowboy hat with a veil on it and all of my brides maids wore cowboy hats and jeans. Ofcorse I was in jeans myself, as well as my pooh bear and his best man and grooms men. My flowergirl/ring barer was in jeans and cowboy boots as well. It was absolutely gorgeous on my parents farm. Right in the back yard. But to the point of my blog, it is kind of rediculas to open so late in the day - don't you think? - Well that does it for my thoughts right now. - More later

Ok, so this is my first ever blog entry - more later