Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Ho Hum, It's Hump Day Again

Lot's of stuff going on in the news - the biggest thing is the "protests" (which have turned into riots in some instances) in Baltimore over a suspect dying in custody.  I'm not going to get into the circumstances of everything, as I'm sure my opinion of things are likely very different than some of my readers, not saying my readers are wrong by any means, I just don't see the need.  If you really don't know the Baltimore deal, Google "Freddie Gray".  (I'm not sure of the correct spelling of his name, I've seen Freddy, and I've seen Grey.  I'm sure it will pull up regardless of how you spell his name).

During these protests that turned violent, a mother saw her 16 year old son in the middle of throwing rocks and bricks at police, and she proceeded to snatch his ass home, after whooping up on him for the world to see.  Some people think she was too violent with him - that mother did what she felt she had to do to get him home and get him safe.  She didn't want him to become another statistic.  Good for her.!

There's a stupid woman that decided, hours before she was to report to her new job at a daycare, that she would post publicly on Facebook that she hated working at daycares, and hated being around kids - and the daycare called her and rescinded the job offer!  She's a single parent - WTF was she thinking to post something like that publicly?  I totally understand that she may have taken the job because that's what she has experience in, and perhaps it's all she's qualified for.  But really?  Not real smart of her to post something like that publicly.  And honestly, there's been plenty of times in the past that I've wanted to vent publicly about my previous job, but I never did, at least not where folks who didn't have direct knowledge of the situations would be able to figure out who or what I was talking about.  I made some cryptic posts on Facebook about some people and/or situations there, and now when my Timehop comes up, I can't for the life of me remember most of the shit that I was bitching about!  LOL  Oh but I have fantasies about running into a certain someone and giving him a piece of my mind!  (I would likely never do it, although it sure is fun fantasizing about it!)

My mom is back home!  She got home Saturday, and Steven and I went with Michael to pick her up at the airport and spent the night with her.  It was so good to see her!  Hopefully she'll get to spend a weekend with us at the house before she goes back to England in June. 

Time to watch Supernatural, then go to bed.  Have a good one!

Monday, April 13, 2015

Spring has Sprung!

Saw my first hummingbird of the spring Sunday morning - it was trapped on our screened-in back porch, and I had to catch it to release it back outside.  This one wasn't as difficult to catch as the one last year - I threw a pillow case over it and it got its beak stuck in the screen, and I was afraid to pull him off, that I'd squeeze his delicate little body too hard, so I got an empty flower pot and put over him and waited for him to get himself loose.  Didn't take too long, either.  I covered the open end of the pot with the pillow case, and he squeaked and squawked until I let him go outside the porch.

I caught a titmouse bird Saturday morning on the porch - Gabriel wanted that bird, BAD.  I put the dogs outside but didn't latch the door, and Gabriel forced his way back in, so I made both the boys go inside the house with Clydie until I could catch the little bird.  He was a little more difficult than the  hummingbird, but I got him in the pillowcase and out the porch he went.

Clydie and I "ran the roads" Saturday, as she calls it. :-)  We had things to do in town, and then more stuff to do when we got home.  I am a weekend warrior - no rest for me, always something to do!

One of the things we did Saturday was put up a fence around our garden area to keep the pups out, and Clydie and I planted the garden on Sunday.  Apparently our yard fence is not made in exact 8 foot sections, and I almost didn't have enough of the fencing to do it.  We had tilled a spot in the back corner of the yard that was 3 fence sections by 2 fence sections.  If it was 8 ft sections, it would have been 24' x 16', which would be 40 ft total.  I bought 50' of fencing (this was the somewhat rigid plastic stuff, square grid pattern with the holes about 1/2" or so), and only had about 6" left over on one end, which I wrapped around a picket to make a door to hook to the fence so we will have access to inside the garden.  But the important thing is the fence is up, and I don't think the boys will try to bust in for anything.

Clydie and I also got our rebar tower of flowers reassembled and planted Saturday:

Here's a pic of our garden we finished planting on Sunday:

And here's my dirty hands from digging in the dirt on Sunday:


When I got out of the shower Saturday night, Gabriel was sitting there and farted this really loud fart.  I looked at him and said "Gabriel, you farted!" and I swear if he could talk, based on the look he gave me he said "yeah, I farted - so?"  He's such a character sometimes!

I think I had a bunch more to add, but I'm stopping here.  My brain is tired!

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Love Me When It's Hard

**I did not write this - I found this on another website**

Loving me is easy when life is good. When I'm cartwheeling through tulip fields, twirling in the sun, arms out, embracing the world, voice soaring in song. When I'm smiling a Cheshire cat smile, pulling you by the hand as we go down the rabbit hole on a madcap adventure Kerouac would have approved of. When I'm gazing at you in the moonlight, memorizing your face by the shadows it holds as the cicadas sing in the hot summer night. When I lean close to you and whisper my secrets into your ear unbidden, reading you the secret diary of my heart.

I love your love then, bask in it, relish it, but that's not when I need your love the most.  I need it the most when my insecurities build a wall around me constructed of bricks of past hurts, disappointments and betrayals held together with mortar made of lies.  When the world is too much for even me to bear, strong as I am, and I lie curled in your bed, a silent, shuddering mess of sobs, refusing to be soothed by anything except the dawn of a new day. When I lash out, cutting you with a tongue dripping in acid, not honey, punishing you for daring to love me, not in spite of my faults but because of them, because you recognize that they work in tandem with my loveliness to form the imperfect to the world but perfect for you person that is me.

When loving me is hard, that's when I need you to do it the most.