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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........

Until next time....
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!

Until next time....

Things that make you go HMMMMMM

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....

The left...the right...cleaning house

I like to clean house.  I find it very peaceful...I like clean...and I love to sit down in the evening and relax knowing everything is clean and in its place.  I especially like the days when I'm home alone so I don't have to consider someone else's expectations - I can clean - get side tracked, clean, watch a little tv, clean....clean and think with no distractions.  I just noticed that when I'm thinking about how to spell destractions...I used a long E...but know that it is  distractions with a short I.

My thoughts about a certain family remember who tends to lean to the right politically was a deep focus.  I was thinking about what I know of his lifestyle.  He is not religious so doesn't have those pulls...he is very successful financially...he goes for it and gets it done and I think he is very smart...and I thought...ahhh..he is fiscally conservative...which makes total sense.  I don't know where he stands on any of the platform issues and will have to ask him...like abortion, gun control, gay marriage, etc. 

I was also raised by "republicans".  My father was very, VERY fiscally conservative, he loved guns...was probably one of the first in line to get a carry permit back in the dark ages...I assume he was against abortion - he would have probably been anti-gay mostly because he didn't understand it...he had hard as rock beliefs in what he thought was wrong and right.  He was an agnostic.  My mother grew up in a bible thumper family - very religious.  She and her sister cooked for the ministers after church on Sunday when they were young.  My mother was an anti abortion and anti gay person until I explained to her what that meant if she, me or one of my daughters was going to die because they couldn't get an abortion and or would have to carry a rape baby that they didn't want or if one of the girls decided they wanted a same sex marriage.  If it was her family...then they should be able to do what they wanted to do...but, by golly...she didn't believe everyone else should have that right.  typical....*sticks finger in mouth to throw up.  She was one of those people who put her love of God out there for other people but did  not live it in her own temple, so to speak.

I know longer believe that conservatives are the religious right and us liberals are the devil's hands.  No labels.  What I do believe and what disgusts me the most are the right religious radicals who God has personally delivered a message to who are against human rights.  The ones who live their lives and crank out the religious bull shit about what God wants and doesn't want...yet fight against social assistance to those less fortunate and wouldn't hesitate to throw a gay person under a bus or kill an abortion doctor.  I have no idea how I got here but that's what I"m thinking about today....Oh ya...it started when I was thinking about the nephew.

Until next time...

It's so hard to be quiet...sometimes.

One of the rules with social media and my job is that there is a fine line between the two.  We use the social media as a tool in the job but the job should never bleed over into social media.  With that being said, It is so hard sometimes...I don't question the rule but so many times I want to share the details...mostly to share a very disturbing fact about society and lack of many learned life skills that many of us take for granted.  I can divide human nature into two distinctive categories.  Those who can handle stress and those who cannot.  I'm still totally overwhelmed with the woman who called an hour ago to report an accident...totally out of her mind...she wasn't involved in the accident nor was anyone she knew...she and her husband saw a car go off of the interstate...while I'm sure the imagery was quite dramatic, this woman was so bat shit crazy that I'm guessing she peed herself because she had no self control at all.  Other than alerting us to something going on, her call was totally worthless.....totally.  I would rather talk to 10 cell phone heros who don't stop at an accident but feel the need to dial 911 to tell us about it than the one person who has stopped at the scene who cannot speak in a complete sentence even if someone's life depends on it.  What is it?

He and I got our Fitbits in the mail yesterday.  We are officially hooked up.  I'm not sure what I expect but I'm hoping this helps to motivate me because the proof of the movement is in the readings.

Toe has a bruise this morning from the fall of the huge steel box I dropped on it night before last.  Seems to have taken awhile for the bruise to show up.  If the bruise is darker in the morning, I think the description of the box will be bigger...depending on the shade of bruise color, the story may take on a whole new life of it's own and the size of the steel box may move more into the bank safe category.

Until next time....


It's a smarts test and we fail!

Say what you will about how we are destroying the planet and how we should or we should not be eating animals...sugar....fats but shouldn't we really be avoiding restaurants?


How many disgusting stories do we need to see/hear about/experience before we either start throwing some of our money toward inspectors, sanitarians or stop eating out.

I'll never forget the trip to Florida with the family...we stopped at a Denny's outside of Nashville.(ya...I know...duh).  A few months later while watching one of the network news magazines...this Denny's was featured in a dead rodent story.  I've obviously  heard enough stories about revenge spitting in your food and glanced at enough restaurant kitchens to make me go hmmm.  But, I keep eating out.  What is wrong with me?

....well impulsiveness might be what is wrong with me...and I suspicion some adult ADD.  I don't like my impulsiveness and I work hard to keep some control...but what is really wrong with me are the 1st two toes on my right foot from the 18 x 6 metal box that fell off the bed last night onto my toe...while I was doing that...OMG that hurts so bad, I graduated in my thinking to thank God it was empty and then I realized how little papers weigh and how much this heavy steel box weighs and realized the pain had obviously affected by reasoning too...it hurt so bad that I didn't even think about picking it up and throwing it which would have been my normal impulsive reaction thought...

Until next time....

Who we are....

I was going through Aunt Frances' pictures last night - discarding the scenery pictures taken 1940's and on...also most of the pictures of her dog, Chipper and all of the people that crossed the path of her long life.  I had heard the names of many of them - mostly as a child...I discarded several pictures of the only husband that I think she really loved.  They divorced back int he 60's because he found himself a girlfriend but I believe she mourned the breakup and his death for the rest of her years.  Aunt Frances was a vivacious = totally opposite only sister to my mother...Aunt Frances went to Bible College in Florida in the 30's and held onto the belief in God until the day she died.  She became more God fearing and preachy as she got older...Her younger years were spent irresponsible, care free, enjoying her evenings in the neighborhood bar...I always remember what I perceived as her charmed life with her New Years noisemakers and confetti and paper streamers which would end up in my care on January 2nd.  I did not know this life and I was sure my mother disapproved of fun when I was a child.

Among her pictures were every picture I had sent her of my girls - and many pictures of me - the only child, the only niece.  I spent a lot of time looking at this picture of my mother.  This is the mother that probably should not have raised a child.
This is the mother with all of the problems.  With the somewhat secret life.  This is the woman who formed my impressionable years....It's really strange, I don't look at this picture and feel contempt...I look at this picture and remember this woman as my mother...I guess the contempt came later when I grew up and "realized".

Until next time....

Doing what you want to do?

I would like a show of hands.  Do you do what you want to do.  I"m not talking about your job or any of the requirements of previous decisions like getting married and having children...I'm just curious how many people just do what they want to do...do you perform, behave and live up to other's expectations?  Or do you have the freedom to do what you want to do.  Do you watch what you want to watch on TV regardless of what someone else wants to watch or do you excuse yourself to another room and watch your own TV?  Do you have planned meals - do you eat when you want to eat;  when you are hungry or when it is appropriate to eat.  If you enjoy a nice long warm shower, do you take a nice long warm shower.  Do your recreational activities involve things you like to do or things that someone(s) else likes to do.  If you want to stay up at night, do you stay up late at night and/or do you have freedom to sleep as late as you would like...(on your days off this doesn't include work days).  Do you sit down and enjoy hobbys or reading even if your chores are not finished....do you make your bed every day?  Do dirty dishes in the sink bother you...if you are married or living with someone, are the duties of housekeeping split up or do chores and duties fall along previously designated gender roles?

Would like to hear your thoughts.

Until next time....
I have a keurig on my desk at work and usually keep the little keurig cups  close by...I'm apparently out.  He put a new box of dark roast Starbucks beside the Keurig at home this morning..but I remembered putting a couple of K-cups in my purse yesterday.  Unfortunately I didn't remember using the K-cups yesterday.... Never fear, I had instant Folgers coffee just for times like this.  I had a headache of epic proportion...I knew it was a caffeine headache but I just did not want to drink instant Folgers coffee.  I knew I had to do it and I did and it was exactly what I expected...blech.  I'm home now...decided to make myself a good cup, sit down and blog.

4th of July is my second favorite holiday...I'm a patriotic sap.  Flags and bands and soldiers and parades make me very emotional.  I love to feel it...yet sometimes I hate being the only one crying thru the National Anthem.  Next year on the 4th of July, we will probably be living in Missouri...I really wanted to attend the Yankee Doodle Pops Concert at the State Capitol in Des Moines last night with 100,000 of my best friends...but he needed to get some things done around the house and so did I...so I sucked it up and didn't whine.  Went to work at 10:00 this morning so didn't get to attend the Newton 4th of July parade...the location of the Newton fireworks this year has changed to a different park and I heard that there are going to be more ground displays than actual fireworks in the sky...bummer...doubt I want to get mixed up in the chaos of everyone trying to find their way around the new venue..so...I'm just going to listen to the Sandy Patty version of the National Anthem and be done with the holiday.  If you haven't heard her arrangement...you are missing something spectacular.  You don't have to love or hate Sande Patty and christian music to enjoy the head to toe shivers when she hits the high notes!

Until next time....

Today's list of irritants

The general public - this is usually at the very top of every list.  I would like to be able to narrow down this list to just the poor souls who have no common sense, those who were not raised with consequences, those who did not get adequate education (whether the schools fault or their own) and those who have a sense of entitlement because they pay taxes and thus my salary.  To that I say...you do not pay enough taxes if your taxes are paying my salary and I'm paid to deal with you!

Justin Bieber and KIOA oldies 93.3 who decided to have a DO YOU KNOW BIEBER LIKE WE KNOW BIEBER contest on the radio.  I very seriously doubt that there are very many people who listen to oldies 93.3 could pick Bieber out of lineup or could care less what his parent's name is.

Tattle tales....

politicians... today especially Iowa Governor, Terry Branstad (R).  The political menace who along with his lt Gov were traveling at a hard 90 mph on a highway in Iowa...of course being chauffered by the Iowa State Patrol...at any rate...big bunch of BS about it with folks being put on administrative leave, etc but not the state trooper doing the driving of the idiot and his 2nd in command.  This just totally pisses me off. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/02/terry-branstad-driver-speeding_n_3535934.html .  Did I mention this totally pisses me off?

Until next time....