Had me one of those experiences last night which puts life into perspective.
I had a great adolescence .
Yesterday was the 40th (plus or minus a few years for some) reunion of the Rising Sun Youth Group. I missed the afternoon event because of work but met up with part of the group last night for dinner. We were a very active youth group… we did musicals – we took our musicals on the road to area churches, we played together, we prayed together. Someone said last night that memories were coming back that he had spent a lifetime trying to forget. hahahahaha.
We spent a lot of time going around the room talking and listening to each other about what we are doing and have done since we were a group…our jobs, our successes and our sorrows, our families – it was wonderful. I hope in 5 or 10 years, we can do this again…there were a lot of people missing – some had previous plans and some couldn’t make it because of the distance to travel.
We were awesome together…we have a forever connection and we still like each other….it doesn’t get better than that….much love.
Until next time….
Let me preface this post by saying the cats don’t have a clue how amazing this is…and once they figure it out…they will not understand the joy their mama is feeling. THEY NOW MAKE A FLUSHABLE LITTER BOX. Brand name Genie. http://www.petco.com/product/110128/CatGenie-120-Cat-Litter-Box.aspx?CoreCat=certona-_-ProductListTopRated_Cat_4-_-CatGenie%20120%20Cat%20Litter%20Box-110128
This thing is amazing. Little arm picks up the solids, – water with solution seeps in cleans, spins – sends it down into the drain then hot air dries the litter for the next round. I hate to bring up the two topics in conversation but supper was late last night because after he and I installed it – he more than I – we had to watch the initial run through which was required to make sure everything was working right…this is not something you want to malfunction.
Kim made spice cake and peanut butter frosting – it is sitting between us on the console. I’m going to have one piece once an hour because I want to keep my blood sugar up…I hate the results of those dramatic insulin dumps.
RAGBRAI is in Jasper County today…but I have spice cake….life is great
Until next time
- !CatGenie-Self Washing, Self Flushing Cat Box (catgenieselfwashingselfflushingcatmy6.wordpress.com)
I grew up in Des Moines – a medium size large city with a population of about 200,000. In my teens, I was “adopted” by a family in Colfax – population 2000 give or take a few. I had my circle of friends – few relatives – when I lived in Des Moines. Be accepted and included by this Colfax clan taught me a great deal. First and foremost family. I used to tease my Colfax BFF that her family was like rabbits in their multiplication rate. Everyone was related somehow. You big city folks don’t know that I’m not kidding. He and I went to the county fair parade last night in Colfax…I saw lots of family/friends that I had not seen in a long time… these town events are like a family reunion for this family. I’m envious…I’m just glad they still know me and still consider me one of them!!!
Speaking of rabbits…the game of darting rabbits while driving to work will not be something I miss when I move from the gravel roads of the country. It’s no wonder they are required to have such a high procreation rate. For you townies…when you see a group of bunnies on the road, they scatter in mach speed but they don’t run to the side of the road immediately. They shoot back and forth across the road like pin balls until they A) Join Alice in Wonderland or B) Well, B is ugly..I don’t want to talk about it. I can just say it is not like hitting an angry coon on the road..
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I think that means the topic is interesting enough to discuss, talk about, bring up in a group or is it just a segue to move the conversation over to a topic I want to talk about…interestingly enough….
When I first heard that Xanga was going away, I came over here to WordPress and claimed my blog space. I wasn’t thrilled about WordPress because I loved Xanga and it wasn’t the exact same…then I went over to Blogger…*loud annoying beep. I tried out Live Journal…went to Open Diary..even though I’m pretty sure Open Diary is about ready to bite it too…went back to Live Journal then did both…decided the other day to trot back over to WordPress because I knew that is where a lot of folks made their new home…and somehow it was more welcoming and it seems the most like Xanga. so…I think I’m here. I have some really good friends over at Live Journal – I haven’t decided how I”m going to deal with that issue..but I share with my Facebook accounty and they are facebook’ers so it may work out??
I will end with the story of the indignant older woman who called the sheriff today because her apt doesn’t offer satellite TV. She wasn’t your sweet, little old lady that makes you want to help her or help her understand about life. She was mad because she should get something for the rent she pays and she thought the sheriff should do something about it. This even though she admitted that satellite TV was not included in her lease; and got really snippy with me when I tried to explain that the apt complex obviously doesn’t pay for your satellite any more than they furnish your apartment for you for free….How do you explain logic to to these people? AND…I’m guessing she is telling everyone of her like minded friends how the sheriff’s office wouldn’t help her. It is what it is.
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I question a lot. I’ve always questioned a lot. Sometimes I don’t question the right things…like sometimes I hook my little red wagon to the wrong pole. I’ve been burned many times – so I”m beginning to second guess myself a lot when I hear disparaging remarks about someone. I usually hold on and don’t move away quickly but my eyes are open for approaching kicks in the butt. I”m also painfully impulsive. I’ve always thought it was just making quick decisions…and figured I had chosen the perfect career as a 911 dispatcher because you don’t have time to weigh all of the facts..you make a decision and you make a decision now. Maybe the impulsive thread made me a better dispatcher….and maybe dispatching exacerbated my impulsiveness.
Then ….. on the other hand…I question how you know if you are making an impulsive decision…do I need to take a week to agonize over a decision…I have friends who make picking a paint chip an event…I guess it actually matters the most how life changing the decision is….I like my impulsiveness and I don’t like my impulsiveness…sounds like I’m right there in the middle…using Ninasusan logic, anyway.
When I backed out of the driveway this morning, I noticed the neighborhood hot air balloon over in the west…someone must have gotten up early to see the sun rise. This is not an unusual site in my neck of the woods…I think the local hot air balloon guy gets quite a bit of business. I never like to say never…so I will say it is highly unlikely that I will EVER float up into the sky in a hot air balloon. I'm no more likely to stand on the wing of an airplane with the tank of my gas grill hooked to a cigarette lighter with a chiffon scarf over my head.
I'm drinking my first cup of coffee, I've had my Special K with almond milk and now I'm just patiently waiting for the phone to ring so I can be involved in someone else's ugliness…it's a fact of life – no wonder dispatchers smoke, drink coffee, weigh too much, have low energy, are cynical and have an involuntary dread reflex whenever they hear a phone ring no matter where they are. The bright spot in my life is I've finally talked to the state public employee retirement folks and I will be free of these chains about 3 months earlier than I had expected. There is nothing….NOTHING…bad about that. It looks like I will be working my last day on March 30th of 2014 and will spread my wings and fly!!!!
I now have hope……..
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Ya…I was thinking the other day about how we are going to make the move to Missouri and keep our Dish TV. I know the logistics that they will move the service for us…what I'm worried about is that he may go there first (he thinks) while I stay here in the dead of winter (has he met me?) and my biggest concern is my non-network shows. We took one of the TVs to the Missouri house a couple of weeks ago..that means the Dish Hopper in the guest room/treadmill room is dead..yesterday I was thinking about just calling and getting it disconnected…but then I had a head spasm and realized that we can't get rid of our 3rd DVR line….Between his educational and action shows and my fun and mindless shows, Sunday nights are up for grabs and very stressful here. Those of you who know him can picture this weekly occurrence…while he is wanting to watch yet another show on Sunday nights, the alert comes on that there are too many conflicts, he gets up off the couch, shuts off the TV with irritation (you have to picture this action knowing he is irritated because the button is really only off and on) and mutters…family…you know how he mutters…because there are so many shows being recorded. This in turn irritates me and I think to myself OH FOR GOD"S SAKE GET OVER IT. Then I retreat to the bedroom to watch something previously recorded and he plays spider solitaire on the computer until we get over it.
So….to put it out there…he's not moving to Missouri before me…we are not getting rid of the Hopper in the guest room…and nothing has changed other than I feel better to have gotten it off my chest…and this all came to mind because I was thinking about the Duck Dynasty episode I watched last night where they open a Duck Commander section at the Bass Pro Shop…this episode made me laugh and the joy has carried over to today. What a great mindless show!
and as a side note…my friend, Ed Roach made some comment on Facebook last night about liking Duck Dynasty…his wife followed up with Dumb Ass…don't be telling people we watch that redneck show…ahahahahahahah…that was funny!
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With the domestic abuse laws in Iowa, law enforcement really has no option other than to arrest if they arrive at a domestic abuse call and someone has marks and bruises…both parties – even if one is just defending themselfe from the attack – if the perpetrator has marks and bruises also…this may not be a good thing? What is taking up so much time are the people who just cannot get along. One of them calls the police because they are mad or the neighbor calls the police because they can hear them. Who says a good old screaming match isn't good for the soul…yet…some of these people fight on a daily or weekly business…and the police who were not invited along on the first date or to the wedding are now having to deal with pathetic marital squabbles….also to dumb down what seems to be an ugly thread running thru America…police officers are not invited to give their opinion on whether some folks should procreate but get stuck helping to raise the children….and I'm not kidding. "I need a cop to come because child will not go to bed". "I need a cop because child will not get out of bed". "I need a cop to come because child will not go to school". I, personally, think one has to do with the other. Too many single parent families raised by single parent families who one or both of the parents was non-existent or it was just too much trouble to raise kids. I've always thought it was failure to follow thru so that kids know where they stand. No means no and yes means yes.
I've already blathered on many times about tattlers. People who call the police over and over again to tattle on their neighbors, tattle because of road rage or demanding attention for something that is none of their business.
Then there is mental health. Every person whose life is EMS or law enforcement knows who the people are in the area who just plain have mental issues. Documented mental issues. There are the people who are feeling down and need some attention who go the I'm going to kill myself route and call the police. There are those who want to kill themselves and do it without screaming for help. Then there are those people out there who are on the cusp of mental illness…they seem to thrive in society but deep down, for whatever reason, they are not all right. Some turn to alcohol – some turn to drugs – some turn to violence – but they are stewing in their own juices. If family and friends or those around don't recognize the craziness, these folks may turn into one of the above and officially have a label.
Until next time….