Speaking of small town...

I actually had this weekend off!! Can you believe it? I had so much to do. I had laudry to wash, floors to sweep and mop. Bedding to be changed, beds to be made, cooking to do, a dog to be brushed, vacuuming, and a Jockey party to attend on the Sunday...which I WAS looking forward to. PLUS, my mom, aunt, cousin and her three kids are coming tomorrow.

Saturday rolled around and the morning was good with getting a few things done, that afternoon there was a slight, but fun change of plans. Kiddo came over and we watched a movie together until her grandparents came back to pick her up. When they showed up, we then went out for supper. The evening I spent watching Letters from Iwo Jima....ho hum! It was nice!

Sunday morning rolled around and because I didn't get a few things done from Saturday, that had to be done, with the intensions that if I got all I needed to do in the house done, I would go to the Jockey Party. The phone rings at 9:30 and its the hostess of the said party, Darlene. Now, I only met this woman one other time and it was for a brief 15 minutes...which was at the last home party that I attended.

The woman asked me if I ws coming to the party...hmmm, ok a check up call, ok, when I told her that I would not be able to make it, she flipped like a switch. What the Hell??

She was rude, interrogating and guilt tripping me....excuse me, if you thought that I was going to attend, you are sadly mistaken...I am not...NOW!

Why can't no, just be no? Why at 39, do I still have to explain to someone, and someone whom I do not know well at all, that I am not attending a function? If you said no to me, then that would be good enough, but to a stranger? Then she told me that her daughter would be right there to pick me up....ummmm....NO. Iwas stunned. I stuttered and stammered, not knowing what to say...

Small town mentallty, I don't know. You don't want my money, fine. You don't need it. The last home party I went to in Veg with the "wives", I was also interrogated, I can see where they women would be interested in my background, but then to start in on Buster's ex wife and him, well, I just ignored them, bought nothing and got outta there! I am guessing because they are unhappy in their home life, don't get out much but to their home parties, and have never left a town of 5800, they can't see the beyond.

All I know is, is that I have been stung twice now by this group and I don't feel like sticking around for more. I will go their family get togethers with Buster and Kiddo, but as a one on one "wives" basis, this chickie, has had enough.

Kinda scary.

The Long Weekend

The Long Weekend was vary trying for me this time. I think its because I recognize so many disfunctions within my family.

Lack of respect for others.
Lack of time management.
Lack of common sense and all round smarts.
Excuses, excuses, excuses, and not to mention procrastination drives me to the point of wanting to strangle someone.

I went down there to get things done. What I got was me and my 70 year old mother hammering, putting up fence, and moving horses. It never changes when I go there. This time however, I told them all that if things truly don't change I won't be back. Threats never seem to go over, so maybe actions will suffice.


I did manage to go out with a girlfriend for steak night on the Friday. It was nice to connect with her and my other girlfriend Madge. They are both childhood friends that I can't wait to see when I go home. We all hook up and are talking like we've all had coffee the day before. Madge and Red are MY girls.

Red is planning to go to Mexico to become a Scuba instructor, helping the tourists get their waterwings on and masks in place. We were talking about getting sucked in to the "town gossip" row. After being away for awhile and then coming back, you can see who the gossips are, who the narrowminded people are and who clicks with others. Its funny to see.

When you mention it to the "townies", they laugh and tell you, you are crazy, but really, they are. They are in their own little world and have no intensions of ever venturing out and beyond.

My cousins husband is one of them. He can't see his anything "outside" his little bubble and if you mention other concepts or ideas, well, let's just say an arguement ensues and quite frankly, I don't have time for his ignorance that he has chosen for himself.

When I was at home, I made sure that all was in place for my doggie to come back with me. After 6 Christmas' with my mom, I was finally able to bring Effie to her new home. I am overjoyed to have her back with me. Its like having your kid being looked after in a foster home. Don't tell me that I don't know what its like cuz I don't have kids. Its the same. Everytime I left the farm without her, I cried. I sent "child" support to mom for her every month, and made sure she had her shots and teeth looked at. It's the same.

Now Effie is back with me and so far, we have walked, played, walked and played some more. I am not a dog person by any stretch. I am a cat lover, but this damn dog took to me like white on rice, like stink on a monkey and she's been with me ever since. She is my baby. She is beautiful and I love her to pieces.

Why is it?

Why is it when someone gets hurt I laugh?

Like when someone bonks their head on something, or catches their foot in the door, or what really just slays me is when I see someone trip.

When I see a tripper, I laugh so hard, I cry. Even now, as I am posting this, I am giggling about watching Buster trip and stub his toe on the chair and go flying into the table....Im killing myself right now! What's wrong with me....wait, I gotta wipe the tears....


It's not like I don't warn people either. If they are doing something potentially dangerous, I will tell them, if you get hurt, I'm gonna laugh...they seem to be ok with it and when it happens, I tell them I told ya so and gut laugh.

Is this bad?

Sitting up

Still have the headache from lack of sleep....

The house was host to a bed & breakfast again last night....

This morning 4am came early.....

I woke up.

Got up.

Showered.

Left the bed & breakfast for the gas station.

Gassed the car.

Drove 1.5 hours to work.

Had breakfast with the G-girl at 6 and then off to work for 6:30...am.

While I was driving in to work, I noticed my posture. Normally while driving, I sit back, one hand on the wheel and the other on the radio dial. I bounce back from the 70's channel to the 80's channel. Volume cranked, singing at the top of my lungs not caring if the passing vehicles see me belting it out.

This particular morning, I was sitting upright, leaning into the steering wheel. Eyes bugged open with the air conditioning blasting louder then the radio. This particular morning I noticed the sky red, and grama's voice popped into my head.

She said: Red sky at night, sailor's delight, red sky in morning, sailor's warning.

Great. Let it rain!

This particular morning was different, felt different. Not because it was bloody early, but it was so calm out. It was peaceful. I looked at the pastures while driving by noticing all the livestock. All the animals lazy, sleeping, grazing. The babies dopey and the water fowl vegging in the sloughs.

I relaxed a little and the rest of the drive was very scenic.

It was nice.

Days off

Its been quite a week...and its only Tuesday. Now if I am correct the week begins on Sunday.

Yes, well let's see here.

Sunday, one of two days off.

Sunday, the day was good, the evening bad...Buster continues to roam the house...sleepwalking. you can't argue with a sleepwalker cuz YOU LOSE! I was fuming Monday morning. They can call you all sorts of names, they can resist you from going back to bed, they can argue with you...knowing full well they won't remember....but I do! Fuming, I go back to bed. Fuming, I lie awake while sleepwalking beauty is now in bed snoring!

Now, the law has been put in place. I am now monitoring all that goes down the gullet after supper and before bedtime. I am now monitoring what verbal events happen before bedtime. This is crazy...sleeping beauty wakes up in the morning fresh as a daisy and I have the sleep deprived headache and two huge bags under my eyes and ZERO smiles in the morning.

Monday rolls around and Kiddo and I hang out together for day number 2. All went really well...until we dropped her off with her "mother"....side note: ANYONE can have a kid....anyone, but only special ones are mothers or special ones are fathers....and I gotta say, I havent run into too many special ones in my lifetime. There is always some hiccup or glitch you see while looking in. Guess that's why I havent dipped into that pool.


A rant: verbal diarreha of the mouth...not to be taken anyway by anyone as offensive, insulting or any thing else. Its just something you gotta get off you chest. It doesnt mean you are mad at the person you are ranting too. Its part of communication.

Tuesday, back at work and the benefit is on tonight for something that I am against. I will be here long enough to see that all volunteers are here, then I am outta here.

Wednesday a huge men`s conference...should be interesting...alot of testosterone.

Things that make ya go Hmmmmm.

Its already May 14th!

What happened?

Did I just wake up?

Where did April and the first part of May go?

This is the last weekend of dance recital! I can't wait.

There is an event going on here next week at my work to help those in need over in Ecuador and Haiti and don't get me wrong I know they need help and I know this is a touchy subject but what about the homeless people on my block? What about the homeless in our Country...hmmmm does the electric/heat bill get paid so there is a roof over everyone's head or do you get a few measely groceries to tie everyone over for another week?

750,000 in Haiti are homeless...How do I know the money that I donate is gonna get there? I know for a fact that when I drop goods off at the local Salvation Army its gonna get to those people/families that are here in my community.

I see that its a good thing to help all the people out over in the other Countries but shouldn't we save our community members first? Why can't more of the celebrities donate their millions? I can only name a handfull that do, there may be more, but I don't hear about it.
Vin Diesel, Will. I . Am, Oprah, Angelina, Rod, Celine, huh, I can't think of anyone else....

I have my own problems deciding which bill to pay first! Heat or food?

(thinking here)

I am a bit overweight from winter storage ( I am an easy keeper)...maybe I will pay for the electric.