Todays thought...The weather.

Last night in my region was a terrible night. We've had nights like this before as well. Pooh Bear and I had to pack up my girls and head to Saturn's place who lives nextdoor. Massive thunderstorms came through and begun to tear up every place in its path. There was tornado after tornado. It reminded me of last year in March when this happened before.

We had a major storm system come through and were up all night. Last March we came about 45 miles to my mama and daddys house to make sure they were ok and we went to Pooh's best friends house (Mr2) to make sure he was ok. Now, Mr2 lived in a trailer, so at 3 am in the morning, we knocked on his door and brought him back to our place.

We'd known that there was another line of storms coming back through again, but what we didn't know, was that we were going to drive through it. On the way back to our place we side swiped another tornado ripping through. We were in a brand new car and at one point I just knew that we weren't going to make it. Thanks to my Pooh's reactions and driving skills, we arived just fine. Getting back to last night, it was much of the same.

Watching the news they were doing their regular warnings and showing the doppler radar. The storm line was still about 30 miles from the county we live in but the meteorologist told us that we needed to take the tornado watches as a tornado warning. At that time our tornado sirens went off so Pooh Bear, Mr2 and I packed my cats Booby and Baby Girl in duffel bags to get to Saturn's, put Hershey in her crate and headed over.

Saturn was at work and I called her to let her know we were on our way. She has a safer place than we do. She told us that she would be on her way when she got off work. So it really started to come down by the time she did get home. I called her and she told me that if it got bad, she would stop at a local restaurant and get in the cooler. She did make it to her place.

So, here's me hiding in her laundry room with my cats, and then Saturn and Pooh Bear are setting there watching it come through. That's just not my thing I guess. I finally came out of hiding and sat in the livingroom with Saturn until it had passed. Then we packed up and left.

I end this blog with the condolences to those who lost family members. 9 died in this aweful line of storms. May you all keep the silver lining and the end of the rainbow in sight. Keep your chin up and know all of those who love and care for you are there for you in your time of need. All you need to do is ask.

Todays thought...The cell dogs program

If you are not aware of it let me just tell you, there is a program out there about cell dogs. It is a show on Animal Planet and it is about jails and prisons that use the inmates to train dogs. Hence the name of the show "Cell Dogs".

It is an extremely educational show. I love the thought of it and it makes me feel good to know that we are about to have this program in our area soon. I will not disclose my exact area as I am not sure that this is exactly public information yet...though I do know that it is not exactly privelaged either. The county/city will take abandoned and abused dogs and use them for the cell dogs program.

In the program these dogs are trained to be adopted out by the inmates. They are trained basic obedience as well as temperment tested and loved by these hard core inmates. For whatever reason they are in there, it kinda makes ya feel good to know that they are almost getting a second chance to build a relationship with someone other than another inmate.

In closing today I will just go ahead and quote my mama on this. If you watch the show, you should notice, that the dogs come in all shapes, sizes, colors and situations...As do all of the inmates that assist them. Maybe we can all learn something from this program.

An addendum to todays thought...Driving a manual.

They say that once you learn how to drive a manual transmission you will never go back to an automatic. Well let me tell you how true that is. I've had a manual 5 speed transmission on every vehicle I've owned except for this one and my first one. Which of course when you're 16 yrs old, and don't know how to drive a manual. But once I actually got the hang of it...I was hooked. And in that let me tell you...I get the oddest looks from salesmen at the dlrships when I go to purchase a vehicle and I tell them that I want a 5 speed. Of course because I'm a woman and want a manual.

My Pooh Bear and I are currently owners of a '92 Ford Tempo. We call it our $100 wonder car because we bought it off of a good friend (MR2) for $100. It is an automatic trany. I miss my manual. Today I had to actually go pick up MR2 at work because his other vehicle broke down. He has a little Ford Escort and it is a 5 speed. I'll tell you what...After not driving one for over a year I realized tonight just how much I miss it. And I'll tell you another thing. It's like riding a bike. Though you may be a little rusty on it, once you learn, you never forget.

This blog entry addendum is my ode to the 5 speed transmission. I miss you old friend. But fear not, my next vehicle, with all luck, will be a 5 speed and we can once again be reunited. For it is as I have said before....You will never get the full potential of enjoyment out of your vehicle unless it is a 5 speed. Take my word on it.

Todays thought...getting older.

Yesterday was my birthday. I will not disclose my exact age at this time. I almost cried at the thought of getting older. I took a week off work for myself and have had a great time setting home doing nothing.

Then it made me think. Back when I was younger, the thought of getting out of the house and partying was a great idea to me. But as I've gotten older, it has been more enjoying for me to stay at home than to go out. Of course my Pooh Bear wanted to carry me out but he got off work way too late. But it was an absolutely wonderful day for me. Infact..To be completely honest...I didn't even get out of my pj's. It was a good day.

My week off has been just as good. I've been getting some much needed laundry done and things around the house that need to be done. And I don't know about anybody else...but it's easier for me to get things done when no one else is here. Don't get me wrong. Pooh Bear and I share the load around here but I like to get things cleaned and reorganized when I'm here alone.

But back to the thought of today...getting older is just one of those things. I guess with life you have age. And wisdome. I get told I have a little bit more wisdome than others my age but I think that is because I've experienced more in the years that I have been alive than most people will experience in a lifetime. But it just goes with the flow of things.

I guess Gump's mom was right. Life is like a box of chocholates. You never really do know what your going to get. Like a bad poker game. You can keep your poker face on but you never know then hand you'll be dealt, until it is there in front of you. Then of course, the ever faithful choice, to ride it out or fold. Including a couple of bluffs along the way. Well everyone out there, when your birthday rolls around this year or even if it already has, just keep in mind...Keep that poker face on, don't let your guard down, don't ever show anyone your hand, bluff if you have to, ride it out. And no matter what you do, or don't do...Don't fold.

Todays thought...My loves

I've done enough blogs about my pet pieves. So now, lets talk about a couple websites that can give me what I love. I now invite you into the mind of a mid 20's child. Scared?!? You should be....

Of course...my main love is my family and my loving husband (Mind you...this includes all of my animals). One of my other main loves is Killer Whales and Manatees. Also known as Orca's and Sea Cows. My entire livingroom is Killer Whales. Infact I got sick one morning and when I woke up in my floor the paramedics around me asked me if I liked Killer Whales. You definitely notice it when you come in my house. I have found a website that can give me my daily dose of Orcas. It's Shamu.com and the website is amazing. If you have streaming video capabilities, get onto the main site, go to Shamu Cam and set back and watch. They have 2 camera feeds in the main tank in San Diego Ca that runs live feed from 9am to 5:30pm Pacific time and from 5:30 to 9 the next morning they replay the feedback from the day. I love it and I love to get on the website.

The other thing that I love is miniature things. I have an infatuation with mini things. I have mini TY's, miniature dice, I just ordered my miniature Dominos on line and I have mini playing cards, mini Uno, mini Connect Four and anything else moderately priced that I can get my hands on that is mini, I will probably try and aquire. Which brings us to the other website. Its a company called Biffleys and they deal with games of all sizes. I got my dice from there and that is where I just ordered my dominos. Its at biffleys.com.

I close my blog entry with a look at one of my food loves. Mac and Cheese. I am an avid fan and eat a lot of Kraft Delux. I love the stuff and again, eat it all the time. Infact, I'm going to go make some now. Later.

Todays thought...The family grows

My little bro actually broke up with his long time girlfriend. They were just not working out so long distance and it seemed to get to more of a bill collector than a love/love relationship. After doing that he had met and started anew with a relationship with a wonderful girl. I will reffer to her as Red.

She is good people. She seems to have a good head on her shoulders and is actually keeping my little brother in check. Something he desperately needs. They have been dating now for about a month. From what I have seen she is very nice and seems good at heart. Now call me crazy but I am what people call a precog. I can sense things. When I see her, I don't sense anything bad or sneeky. Maybe a little stuborn and headstrong, but hey...that means that she will fit into this family perfectly.

I won't go into major detail about her because that would be her life and not mine...but I do like her. She is very personable and we seem to get along real well together and from what I can tell...my family likes her a lot. And more to that, she's here. So we can get together and talk and stuff.

Yesterday she broke the news that she and my little bro are engaged. I have to admit...I was a little taken back at first, but they are going to take it slow to marriage and wait a year. They live together and much to my daddy's detest...I think its good. My Pooh Bear and I lived together before we got married and I honestly think anybody should before getting married. I told Red this for the reasoning that if soemthing happens, and it doesn't work out...there are no ties there.

I think this may work out and there is a year to go. I will keep you posted. To you Red...I really like you as a person and even if it doesn't work out in the long run...I hope we can be good friends and look forward to a long friendship down the line.

Todays though...More scrutiny for Bush

Ok...so lets look at the political side of me for today. I am very upset at what is going on right now with this whole 9/11 review. From what I can see...and I could be wrong on this, they are trying to see if Bush could have prevented this or not. Now with this entry I am going to voice my opinion very openly so if I offend anyone...that is not the intent. But I am going to let everyone who reads my bloggs know, just how I feel on this matter.

I do not think that Bush could have prevented this and I don't particularly care for the fact that they are trying to pin this on anyone except for the terrorists that did this. If anyone should be under scrutiny I think it should be Clinton. In 1993 when he was in office...and the Trade Centers were bombed the first time, it was brought to the attention of the American people by Osama that he would come back and finish the job. Now, unless that was just a rumor, started by the public, why didn't Clinton get off his democratic Butt and do something about it? He brushed off the threat as nothing, and took no action.

Now I would understand the reasoning that any kinds of acts toward anything or any types of decisions that are made must be passed by the house and the senate a while ago. But now, I don't buy it. Bush if I'm not mistaken did not make any attempt to get anything passed. He put his foot down and blatenly said, "I am the President of the United States of AMERICA. This is my home, my country and my people and let no one stand in my way because justice will be done." (Of coarse, those were not his exact words, but thats the brunt of it). He didn't wait for the house and the senate to beef out their differences. There was no time, something needed to be done and he took action and made it happen.

It has also been brought to my attention watching the news channels that the reason Bush is being questioned about this is because there was a threat, just after he came into office, that something would happen. So again, with him doing what he could, why are we now, after 4 years, trying to put blame on someone other than the terrorists. And further more, if Bush is being questioned for not taking action on a threat, why isn't Clinton being questioned for not taking action on a threat. Why didn't Clinton put his foot down to put a stop to this when it happened the first time. Why didn't he do anything to prevent this from happening again.

Now again, this is just my opinion on what I do know or have heard. I am not in the white house, nor am I a senator, or a house representative. I do not claim to know everything about this matter. I am simply an American citizen using my 1st Amendment right that says: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the FREEDOM OF SPEACH, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

Todays thought...Happy Easter

Today is a special day for me. Though it is Easter Sunday...already a day to rejoice...It is also mine and my Pooh Bears anniversary. 2 yrs ago today we got married. It was a Thursday I will never forget.

It couldn't have been more perfect. In my mama and daddy's back yard. I may have blogged about this previously but it is a story I love to tell. The first time I got married I was 16 and it was in a court house. Never really a chance for my daddy to walk me down the aisle, or a chance for my mama to help get me ready. Well after my divorce and upon meeting my Pooh Bear, when he heard that I had not had a real wedding, he vowed that this time I would.

When he asked me to marry him...we sat down and talked about what kind of wedding we both wanted. I told him that I had always wanted a small wedding on horseback. He told me at that point he knew there was a reason he'd fallen in love with me. Everything went right. He asked my daddy for my hand in marriage (Something very special for my daddy I'm sure) and we set a date. I was so happy. My family loved him and I knew it was right this time.

Our wedding was awesome to say the least. So why don't we start with the night before and get this story correct.

My Pooh Bear actually had to work on the 10th. He worked 3rd shift and his plan was to get off early, get home, get some sleep and be at my mama and daddy's house about 12:00pm on the 11th for the wedding. The wedding was supposed to take place at 3:00pm. So...since he was working...and the story goes...its bad luck for the groom to see the bride on the wedding day...I spent the night at my mama and daddys. My grandparents were down for the wedding and they were there so there was not a whole lot of room.

I did not have much of a bachelorette party but I didn't want much of one anyway. I think it was one of the best times I ever had. My Floor came to the house and we had Koegels hotdogs and Macaroni and Cheese. It was so cool. Then, it was...my wedding day

We got up in the morning as one of my other bridesmaids showed up for the "Big Day". She and Floor went to a little shop to get their outfits for the wedding. Everyone there, if they were in or there at my wedding was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. My bridesmaids all had black jeans and green shirts and my Pooh Bears groomsmen were in black jeans and white shirts. And they were all in cowboy hats.

As they went on their way to get some black jeans, my mama and I went to a little craft store to get the veil material for my cowboy hat and went to a local store to get the wedding cake. We got back to the house to get it ready for the ceremony. Sure enough, my Pooh Bear was late. He didn't get there until about 1:30. There was still plenty of time so it didn't matter. My bridesmaids had started arriving and I was at the barn, getting my red roan appaloosa Patience, ready for the wedding. We had gotten some little purple and white roses to go in her mane and tail (Which for the record...she was not happy at all with the braided "fru-fru" stuff in her mane and tail)

I had brushed her out, got her ready and saddled her up, waiting the time. My Pooh Bear had snuck to the side of the house while getting the trellas ready with purple and white roses for the ceremony so that I could get into the house and wait for the start. All of my bridesmaids were down in the living room with me while waiting.

You know they say that it is good luck for the groom to be late to the wedding. Well, he got his, but what does it mean when the preacher is late? It boils down to a miscommunication. The preacher thought we said the wedding was at 3:30, so he got there at 3:30. However, as I said, it was supposed to be at 3. Then, if nothing else could go wrong...they couldn't find the marriage license. And then here's little unbenonced me, setting in the livingroom just clueless, waiting for someone to come and get me to get the thing started.

Then...it was finally time. After long anticipation I went out front, climbed in the saddle and my daddy walked beside me and got to walk me down the aisle. We proceded in our vows. In the midst of all of this and unfortunately you can see this in the video of when it takes place, I had managed to somehow get a hair in my mouth. I almost made it all the way through the vows until it came to "I now pronounce you...man and wife...You may now kiss the bride." So in my video you can see me taking my hand to my mouth and wiping this hair off my toung and onto my jeans.

The reception went great and to beat all, the rain that was moving through the area seemed to hold off until after the ceremony. You could see all of this grey in the sky and then right where we were, there was this hole in the clouds where God was smiling on us and giving us his blessing with this massive ray of sunshine. The reception was great and sure as I am setting here today, after everyone had left, the sky let loose and the rain came. It literally poored. It looked like someone had just unzipped the cloud above us and just let it fall.

I guess I end this note with a few words to my Pooh Bear. When you read this, I love you with all of my heart and do not care who knows it. Thank you so much for being you (Even when you make me mad) and for letting me have my way with my daddy walking me down the aisle and my mama helping me with everything. I know you tell me that you didn't LET me do anything and that I did all of it on my own, but none of it would have been done if you hadn't been the man you are and fell in love with me. Happy Anniversary baby. And may we be blessed with so many more to come.

Todays thought...The Marble of Death (And an update on Sniper Jr)

Ok...so let me just start with my weekend. Saturday my mama, Pooh Bear and I go to a horse fair that we participate in every year. Recently since my Pooh Bear came into my life, we've been going and something seems to always happen. Well this year was no different.

At the horse fair, a rather large storm comes from the horizon. We can all see it is going to hit us where we are. My mama and I decide to go sitdown instead of standing out there under a huge 20' by 40' tent supported by steel bars. Pooh Bear though is a sucker for storms. He loves to watch them. No sooner do my mama and I set down to watch the event, the lights flicker.

I looked over to her and she goes "Don't go there!" I said, "You saw it didn't you?" and she procedes to say "Don't go there with me." (A little history into that, it rains every year when we go to the horse fair and the second year we went, while eating, there was a tornado pass over head.) So anyway we hear the most aweful howling really loud and then you hear crashing and banging. I stand up and turn around and the tent is gone. I look at my mama and screamed "Holy S#&*! The tent's gone!" Then it hits me. Pooh Bear is still under the tent.

So I procede to literally crawl and climb over people trying to see the action because I didn't know how or ever where my Pooh Bear was. I get to the door to find him holding one of the steel poles holding the tent up. I realize at this time that it is lightening all over the place and a thought of "Oh Great! Lets tempt fate here. Am I negitively charged...or positively charged?" At any rate, upon coming in the building he procedes to tell me that he (As my daddy put it ... quite well I might add) went parasailing. He was attempting to keep the stell rods holding the tent up from going one way into an 8 year old girl and the other way from going through the plate glass doors in the entrance of the building when a massive down burst hit. He said that at one point he was picked up and carried about 6' in the air and was debating whether or not to hang on or let go. He hung on and was ok thankfully. I told him that he was not allowed to come with my mama and I to another outing like this. Of corse I didn't me it, he's my Pooh Bear, I love it when he's there.

So...(Oh yeah, it gets better) We get home to find that something is wrong with our hot water in our place. We had hot water, but now water pressure. So we decide to wait until Sunday before calling. The maintinance crew leader had determined that though we had no water pressure, we still had hot water and it would have to wait. I could understand as he was right...we had hot water...just no pressure. So they log a ticket for me and they come out Tuesday. They blew the lines out and sure enough that was all they needed. We had hot water pressure again...Or so we thought. By the time we got home, there was less hot water pressure than the night before and more cold water pressure that we had ever had.

Well, needless to say we called maintinance to get up here and fix it right away. We had not had a WARM shower in 3 days. So they came back out today. They decided from what they found that they would just try replacing the hot water heater all together. Upon doing that, they of corse blew the lines out again to make sure that nothing else was clogging the lines. When they went to blow out the lines this time however they could not get anything to move one way or the other.

They took my piping off and disconnected it to find that a marble had gotten lodged in my piping. A MARBLE! And oddly enough, its smaller than a normal marble. Just perfect to fit into the pipe connections and stop the flow. From what they could tell, the marble had traveled all the way from the main line at the road to my hot water connection. Maintinance then told me that what happened yesterday, was when they blew the lines out, they knocked it loose, sent it back down the line a little ways, but not out completely and then when we used the hot water again, it got lodged back in there. Hence todays thought...The Marble of Death

I end my blog with one final thought to Sniper Jr. A little over a month under 1, he took his first steps. He is walking all by himself now. With no help! Floor called me today and told me that he walked 15 steps today. A new record for Sniper Jr and a wonderful time for Floor. Congratulations to ya little man! You're growing up so fast. Try not to give your mommy to hard a time. To Floor...Honey, bless you child. You're going to need it! It's all over when they start to walk! But you now I love ya and you can call any time you need anything.

Todays thought...babies

I went with my Floor this morning to her doctors appt. I got to hear Lil' Floors heart beat. It was so awesome. I got to be there when we found out that Lil' Floor was a girl too. As I was there for Sniper Jr. It was so awesome and I just loved it.

It got me to thinking about just how small Sniper Jr was and how big he has gotten in just under a year. He is standing on his own and walking on his own now and is just so active. He's eating "Big people" food and is just as happy as ever. You just can't imagine unless you have a child, just how fast they can grow up.

My daddy was helping me enroll in a retirement plan the other night and it was just amazing that it seems like only yesterday he was helping me with homework. It almost made me cry at the thought that kids really do grow up so fast. It's not as easy as you'd think as a teenager to be an adult. I remember telling my daddy that I was upset because I was out on my own, had a mail box, and didn't have anything in it for a little while. He laughed and told me to wait until I was complaining because all I got was bills in my mail box. Well boy was he right! Seems like every day there's another bill for something else.

I guess the final thought for today, cherrish your children if you have them and cherish your parents, because life is way too short!

Todays thought...commercials

Have you ever noticed that some commercials make you wonder how much time someone really has on their hands? But then it makes you wonder...How much time do we have on our hands to be setting in front of the tv watching those commercials. I think now I will share a couple of my favorites with you.

My favorites right now is the Honda commercial when they have the vehicles and their owners and the made them to look alike. Another of my favorites is a Snickers commercial. Actually there are 2. The most recent commercial is a father and son at a ball park. You hear the father go "Peanuts!" and the vendor throws him some peanuts. Again "Peanuts!" from the father and the vendor throws more at him. Then you hear "Peanuts! Peanuts! Peanuts!" and you see the vendor just hurling peanuts at the father. While all of this is going on you just see peanut shells flying everywhere. Finally the vendor throws the man a Snickers bar and you hear "Want some peanuts...grab a Snickers" As it pans back you see the son setting there under a mound of peanut shells and all you can see is his baseball mit and the father says "Enjoying the game son?" and he looks down, see's his son covered in shells and goes "Excuse me...down in front...my son can't see". The first time I saw that I rolled.

Another Snickers commercial from back in the day a minute is showing a little bald headed man standing in the mirror and he's grunting and making this aweful face. All of a sudden you hear this doink and a little hair pops up on his head. He grins big as ever and you hear him grunting again. Then of course you hear "Hungry? Why wait...grab a Snickers." Then in the darkness of the commercial screan you hear doink.....doink, doink, doink,doink and when it pans out you see the little man looking in the mirror with a unibrow. I about died when I saw that commercial.

I think the best commercial here lately I've seen thought is a commercial that comes with a story on it. You see a farmer pick up a fancy ladies shoe with a pitch fork just looking at it. Next you see a pair of pink underwear flying and hitting a big rig on the windshield and he is using his wiperblades to try and get them off of his windshield. Then you see a frilly shirt lying on the side of the road. Next you see a long horn bull with a bra on one of his horns. Then you hear "You can bet...on your family vacation...if it can go wrong...it most likely will" and it shows a little boy in the back seat throwing his mom's things out the car window. Then you hear "Stay at LaQuinta Inns".

I laughed so hard with that because it reminded me of a story my aunt had told me. They were on vacation and my 3 cousins (All boys) were in the back seat of the car. My aunt told me that she kept seeing this white blur going down the side of the car out the side mirror but couldn't figure out what it was. It wasn't until she saw it and looked back that she'd realized that all 3 of my cousins had taken their socks and shoes off and were throwing them out the window just amazed watching them go down the side of the window. Needless to say, they all 3 got new socks and shoes when getting to their destination.

Well...thats about it. My final thought for the day...Love the commercials. Its ok. If you see it and love it, don't hesitate to call you friend and laugh out loud. They are funny as all get out and I've got to hand it to the people who have too much time on their hands. I tip my hat to you and I love seeing every one of them.

Todays thought...Religion in every day life...I believe in it! If this is a touchy subject with you then I would suggest you close this window RIGHT NOW!

I just received an e-mail today It is showing that an athiest is trying to get religion off of our airwaves. She has a hearing in front of the FCC with a petition. She already got the show Touched By an Angel off the air because they used the word God in like every episode. Now she is trying to get it to where our children cannot even sing Christmas Carols or particpate in Christmas activities in our own schools. Its bad enought that she stopped prayer in schools now this! When will it stop!?

Well, here's my take on it. GET OVER IT!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE WATCHING CHURCH THINGS ON TV ON SUNDAY MORNING THEN TURN THEM OFF!!! I personally can't stand Howard Stern or Rush Limbaugh. So guess what! I DON'T WATCH THEM!!! I have 400+ channels so you know what!? That means that there are 399 of them that I can watch besides the one that has either one of them on at the time. It's not like I'm going to start a petition to get the show off the air just because I don't like it!

This just infuriates me! Someone started at mass e-mail petition to stop this and I hope and pray that if you get it, you will sign it and fwd it. This has got to stop people. Since when did this country become so politically correct that you can't even sing Christmas Carols?

WE LIVE IN AMERICA - LETS START ACTING LIKE IT! DEFEND WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN WITHOUT LIMITING IDEAS - IDEAS ARE NOT DANGEROUS - PEOPLE ARE! IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD...THAT'S FINE...THATS YOUR CHOICE - BUT DON'T TRY AND MAKE YOUR CHOICE...EVERYBODIES CHOICE!!!!

Todays thought...Finding Family

My mama has been on a very strong search for her sister whom I am going to call (Oklahoma from now on). All my mama has known for so many years is that Oklahoma had left when my mama was 12, and she had never seen her again. Many nights I can remember, my mama and I cried. I tried to console her as the questions of whether or not Oklahoma was dead or alive or where and how she was plagued her mind.

When I was old enough to help, I attempted in assisting with my mama's search to find Oklahoma. I called Maury Povich, Oprah, Montel Williams, Big Hugs, US Search and just about everything short of calling Unsolved Mysteries and hiring a private investigator.

With every type of utilities though we kept hitting the same brick wall. No Social Security Number.

Alas ... the break we were needing. My mama actually came across Oklahoma's social. Long story short, we were able to use the information to find Oklahoma. Having the information then opened a ton of new questions. "Did Oklahoma want to be found - Would she even talk to my mama if we called or hang up - If she had an e-mail and she opened it, would she delete it - If my mama sent a letter, would she keep it and call or throw it away." So many questions. How to procede.

Looking this Sunday March 7th 2004 on the internet to see if Oklahoma had an e-mail I set my mama down and told her, "This is your break. This is what you have been waiting for ever since I can remember. Just bite the bullit and call her." Of course (You know I love you mama) but she was chicken. Then I told her "So, I'll call her and get the foot in the door. What's the worst that can happen? ... She'll hang up. Atleast then you know she's alive." She looked at me with a scared to death perplexed "Shoud I do it or nor" look. She took a deep breath and said "Go get your dad's calling card."

I ran out side and got the card and came back in. I was scared to death. I was so nervouse to the thought of talking to a practical legend in my mama's eyes that she had not seen in 35 years. My heart was pounding so fast and I was shaking so bad I could hardly dial her number.

The phone rang once ... twice ... and once more before a machine picked up that said the called party has a system that allows them to be on the internet and the phone at the same time ... please stand by as your call is connected. I came so close to hanging up the phone. The phone rang again ... twice ... and it picked up. A younger woman answered the phone. It was Oklahoma's daughter-in-law. I asked for Oklahoma. She asked who I was. I told her my name and she asked what I was selling. It did not dawn on me at that point that I was using the calling card and it was coming up with a city and state and number that was not ours. I told her at that point that I was not selling anything actually and that I thought I was Oklahoma's neice.

I heard the conversation between the two of them when she took Oklahoma the phone. She told Oklahoma that her neice was on the phone. "My neice!?" I heard her say "I don't have a neice!". She answered the phone and I asked for her by name. I told her who I was and the instant the words "I think I am your neice" came out of my mouth, and my mama realized that I was actually talking to Oklahoma ... Something she had been longing for for years ... she started to cry. There was an almost awkward silence on the other line and I proceded to tell Oklahoma who I was, and who my mama was.

Scared to death of whether or not she would be estatic that I was calling, or upset, I prepared myself for the worst. To my benefit ... she was estatic. She was so happy. I heard her say to her daughter-in-law "MY SISTER ... SHE HAS A DAUGHTER ... I'M TALKING TO MY SISTERS DAUGHTER!!" Just between ya'll and me, I would not have traded that moment for anything in the world. She asked me "Well baby, where are you at?" I told her where I was and told her that I was at my mama's house and that she had been wanting to talk to her for a long time. I was so releived whe she asked "Well, where is she? Can I talk to her?" I put her on the phone with my mama and they talked for about an hour. Talking about how life had treated them, marriages, children, family and so on.

I told my mama last night ... Next on the agenda ... Family reunion.

Todays thought goes out to my mama and Oklahoma. Mama I love you dearly and would go to the ends of the earth with you. Your my heart and just remember, if ever you feel chicken, just give me a call. I got enough brass for the both of us. To Oklahoma, I'm so happy we found you. You will never know the joy that just knowing that you are ok has brought into mine and my mama's hearts. If you ever get a mass e-mail some day from someone who is looking for their long lost aunt who was last known to be in West Virginia, just delete it. I already found you. I can not wait to meet you and your beautiful family and cannot wait for you to meet my mama's family. I await that day and until then ... just know that my mama would have NEVER stopped looking and I would have been there, right by her side until you were found.

Todays thoght....Let it snow

I absolutely hate the cold, but snow on the other hand is a whole other story. I remember being younger and could not wait until snow so I could sled and skate and everything and build showmen. As I got older I could not wait for the snow because living where I am now, it was so uncommon that if it snowed, schools were automatically closed. And now that I am working for a living snow has 2 meanings to me.

I dont have any children yet but my nephew Sniper Jr is about to get to that age that he is going to be able to enjoy it. This is the main meaning of it for me. I can't wait for the first snow to see his reaction on his little face. With my neice Lil Floor coming soon, it will be the same with her. Seeing a child see snow for the first time, or even just thinking about the reaction takes me back to when I was a kid. I was resilient. I'd be blue because I would be so cold, but would still just insist on getting out in it. My mama would bring me in for some hot coco but I just could not stand it when I was inside and there was 2 ft of snow to play in.

The other reason to be completely honest, around in my neck of the woods we normally get ice and not snow, so if it snows around here, work is usually closed. Gives me a free day. Kinda fun. Underlying that, it gives me the opprotunity to go out and have fun like I did when I was younger.

Well that is about all she wrote for right now, so I say to you all, if it is snowing where you are right now, go out and enjoy it. If its not, then think of when you were a kid, and how much snow made you feel good, and think...Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!!!!

Todays thought...An update

Haven't posted in a while I know. Life's been pretty good. My Pooh Bear got a wonderful job. It was hard for us but like I told him when he first quit his previous employment...He could have gone out the next day and gotten a job anywhere flipping burgers...but he's better than that. And guess what...he did. I am so proud of my baby and I know that he is glad to be back to work. He was so bored at home that he changed my living room around atleast once a week. But alas, he is back. My sister's husband helped along the way ... Sniper, Thank you ... And he got the interview and got the job.

My Floor is doing good with the Sniper Jr and the one on the way. My daddy told me a while back that she was having a girl, and when she went to her last ultra sound ... sure enough they gave her a 75% chance that it's a girl. I'm going with her to the next one coming up and find out for sure. I will call her Lil Floor. Of course, I will update everyone on the findings.

This past weekend was not a great weekend for me. I ended up in the hospital. My first trip in an ambulance. Kinda wierd. My Pooh Bear called everybody and of course My Floor and Sniper were among the top on the list to be called. My Floor has been trying for about 3 weeks to get her hair cut now. So, when my Pooh Bear called Sniper, he called My Floor. By the time they let my Pooh Bear into the room with me back in the ER, My Floor had already gotten to the hospital and was in the waiting room. I have to laugh because I asked them to let her back there and when she got back there she joked that she swore this was a conspiracy for her to not get my hair cut. I was trying so hard to laugh but a little out of it. So ... Floor, I know you were kidding and it was quite proven by the fact that you sat up there with me all afternoon when I know you had better things to do with your time. If I didn't tell you the other day, Thank you and again, I feel so blessed to have you in my life.

Well I guess that's about it for now. Its been pretty quiet. I will keep everyone posted on Lil Floor. And to all, goodnight.

Todays thought...Nothing major. I want to post an e-mail I received and just let everyone know how the new year is starting out.

First off...the e-mail...this is really cute ---
This has got to be one of the most clever E-Mails ever seen. Someone out
there either has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble. (Wait
till you see the last one!!!)
GEORGE BUSH: When you rearrange the letters: HE BUGS GORE
DORMITORY: When you rearrange the letters: DIRTY ROOM
EVANGELIST: When you rearrange the letters: EVIL'S AGENT
PRESBYTERIAN: When you rearrange the letters: BEST IN PRAYER
DESPERATION: When you rearrange the letters: A ROPE ENDS IT
THE MORSE CODE: When you rearrange the letters: HERE COME DOTS
SLOT MACHINES: When you rearrange the letters: CASH LOST IN ME
ANIMOSITY: When you rearrange the letters: IS NO AMITY
MOTHER-IN-LAW: When you rearrange the letters: WOMAN HITLER
SNOOZE ALARMS: When you rearrange the letters: ALAS! NO MORE Z'S
A DECIMAL POINT: When you rearrange the letters: I'M A DOT IN PLACE
ELEVEN PLUS TWO: When you rearrange the letters: TWELVE PLUS ONE
And for the grand finale:
PRESIDENT CLINTON OF THE USA: When you rearrange the letters (With no
letters left over and using each letter only once): TO COPULATE HE FINDS
INTERNS ---
I thought it was really cute. One that I've seen on the TV recently -
CLINT EASTWOOD: When you rearrange the letters: OLD WEST ACTION

My new year has started off pretty good. I have my website now and people are actually going in and looking at what I think. It's kinda cool. My mother-in-law (Whom I must add is not a Woman Hitler) is finally getting better. She has been out of the hospital for a while now but since the first of the year has not had to go back to that dreadful place (Knock on Wood). I told her this year I had no intentions of going to that place to visit her so she'd better not go back in.

It...to be honest...has not been the greatest starting of the year for a couple of my compadre's. To you out there (You know who you are) don't fret, it will get better. May God bless you and keep the silver lining in sight.

I guess that is it for now...not a whole lot has happened. I end this with a thought to my compadre's again...Keep your chin up and know that though it may be raining here...above the clouds...the sun is still shining and soon you will feel it on your face. I know that this time is tough...but just hang in there like I know you can. Smile and know that it will be alright. Ya'll mean the world to me and if you need anything at all...you have my number...don't hesitate to call.

Todays thought...Another funny

This is a story about when I was working at a factory. My boss was eating lunch and we often sat at the same table talking about his family and just general conversation with about 4 other people. We were all at the table one evening telling jokes and riddles.

He turned to me and said..."OK, I have a riddle for you. Your on a plane. The plane is completely loaded with people and luggage and cannot take one more atom of weight or it will crash to the ground. If you opened a window and a fly came into the cabin of the plane, would the weight be added to the plane when then fly flew into the window, or when it landed on a seat?"

I thought and thought about it for a little while and looked at him. Finally my answer came. I said to him "It wouldn't matter. The plane would crash either way."

He goes "Why?" I told him simply... "Think about it...If you are in a plane, up in the air, and you opened a window...the cabin would depressurize and the plane would come apart and everyone would die anyway"

Simple logic to me. He looked at me and said "That's it, I am never asking you another question again." He was so upset. I never did figure out the answer to the question.

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.