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!!!!
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Monday, February 09, 2004
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
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.
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.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
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.
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.
Sunday, December 21, 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
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
Saturday, December 20, 2003
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.
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.
Friday, December 05, 2003
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.
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.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
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.
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.
Friday, November 21, 2003
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.
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.
Friday, November 14, 2003
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.
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.
Friday, November 07, 2003
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.
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.
Sunday, November 02, 2003
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.
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.
Friday, October 31, 2003
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.
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.
Sunday, October 19, 2003
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.
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.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
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.
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.
Sunday, September 28, 2003
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?
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?
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
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.
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.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
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.
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.
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