This endless week is just about over – I have to come in tonight from 7p to 11p and then I”m off for 4..we are going to try to camp/boat over our weekend which will start on Sunday.

Today is Aunt Frances’ 92nd birthday.  She’s out of the hospital and home again with her sister/my mother.  She’s like the energizer bunny.

Until next time….

I’m working overtime this week so feel kind of numb…Monday night I went to the annual meeting of the Jasper County Animal Rescue League…I’ve been asked to fill a position on the board…it will be an appointed position which has to be approved by the county board of supervisors..so they told me that I’m on and they want me to attend meetings, etc but it has to be formally approved.

Tonight I attended a union meeting then Jenny and Ryan came for supper…we watched a little TV and let the dogs and cats entertain us before they went home and I came to work.

Dullsville – that is what it is…just trying to stay on track so I don’t burn out before the week is over….Occasionally I feel a flicker of fire under me but so far so good.

Until next time….

80 degrees and sunshine…today is the big indy car race at the Iowa Speedway…should be about 40,000 attendees.  I worked it last year..one of the things that sent me scurrying off to midnights…that and weather and the cell phone heros that call everything in on the interstate including the 2 day old accident wrapped in yellow police tape…or even double wrapped in yellow police tape; and during the winter, double wrapped with 2 days of Iowa snow piled on top..but they just keep calling…not one, mind you..that would be understandable – 80 mph, road mesmerized, flash of semi rolled over – CALL.  We have even had people call 911 to report an accident when there is a fully marked squad car with cool flashing lights sitting beside it…how about the cell phone hero last night who called in a drunk driver northbound on a state highway not sure where they were other than somewhere in a 15 mile stretch between the mile long bridge across Lake Red Rock (not in my county) and the next closest town to the north which is on the county line…hmmm…but the best part is…..  No description…a car…thanks – that helps…Of course with all of the bad press that law enforcement and 911 dispatchers receive, we have to put this crap out to the officers or should the worst scenario happen and this phantom idiot kills someone, our litigous society would have it tied up in civil court for years – trying to reach into the deep pockets of a county…..had the caller really cared, he would have tried to help with a little more information …. instead of just wanting to be a cell phone hero.  Large car/mediumcar/small car, configuration of taillights or headlights…light or dark colored….Or the typical road rage call…someone pulled in front of me..I’ll show them…I’ll call the cops..or..someone has been tailgating me for 30 miles – 911 dispatcher:  at the next exit why don’t you pull off and let them get ahead of you…just sit and relax for a minute or so until they get a mile down the road and see if that helps..caller:  why should I have to get off the road..BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM, MORON.

Whew…glad I got that off of my chest. 

Tim Russert’s memorial service

I never shared a cup of coffee with him – that he knew about, anyway – from the “big box” he never talked AT me, we discussed politics together….I always thought him to be a really nice guy.  I already told you about his conversation with Carl about the Miami Dolphins and my other close contact was in January, Jenny was flying to Philadelphia and called me from the Des Moines airport and said – Mom…Tim Russert walked by…thru texting and phone calls, she gave me a play by play of his activity in the airport…I begged her to go up to him and get an autograph for Carl and I but she felt he didn’t deserve to be mobbed and so declined.

I wept thru nearly the entire memorial service on MSNBC yesterday…why…this doesn’t happen to me very often…the last time I think was when Michael Landon died although I may be missing someone in between there.

Yesterday’s memorial service challenged me to lead a truly honorable life, to get off my butt; to take full advantage of my gifts and follow my passion, to be authentic, to do everything with passion and compassion so that when “the cycle of nature” is complete, perhaps someone will be inspired by my life.

Tim russert  

Marley is in love

IMG_0399 IMG_0400 Due to my angle, these are not going to be those pictures that say it all ( although that is one nice crock hanging from my foot) …..Christa and Brett brought little Daisy to the cookout/bonfire yesterday.  Brett wanted Daisy to be subjected to the pack mentality – if you don’t know about Cesar the Dog Whisperer, you won’t understand.  Daisy handled our 3 dogs just fine…she especially handled Marley..the poor big lug followed her around and drooled.  She totallly ignored him….she’s a princess!

 

 

Reference yesterday’s entry..thanks for the comments you left..isn’t it wierd that most of us have never met face to face but we are xanga friends and still get to know each other.  I think it is because we get our feelings out and most of us are girls in different levels of emotional health but all still emotional.  Us Xanga friends don’t have all of the other crap, we just get down to business with the word.Thank you for your comments.  I truly feel supported.

…and then to Tim Russert…is anyone out there sharing the overwhelming sadness because of his death.  I’m a Meet the Press fan and have always been a huge fan of Tim and the humaness (is that a word) that he brought to reporting politics.  Jenny’s father in law, Carl,  wearing his Miami Dolphins jacket was observing the action at a John Edwards event prior to the Iowa caucus…Tim Russert walked up to him and said…”you poor sucker” and pointed to the Miami Dolphin’s jacket…they exchanged a laugh and had a short conversation about football.  Carl was so impressed with his down home attitude and friendliness. 

I watched a couple of hours on CNN tonight with Campbell Brown, Larry King, et al about Tim’s life and am very, very sad that he is gone.  David Bloom and Peter Jennings were hard to take but Tim Russert’s death brings tears to my eyes. . RIP.