Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tired, tired, tired
I am tired of feeling like shit. I am tired of manufactured drama. I am tired of mountains out of molehills. I am tired of people being so mad at each other they can't see straight. I am tired of being the fucking dove of peace that steps between them and calms them down. I am tired of things being blown out of proportion. Tired, tired, tired.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sad
You know, I really AM ready to NOT have puppies here anymore, but I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sad about taking them to the SPCA. I will not know who took them, or if they get taken.....and they will be scared to be away from us. I know it's silly, but I can't help it.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
For Trey, Nick, Ryan and Jason...Love you guys
An email I received....
Subject: Sack Lunches
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat downin my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps Iwill get a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where areyou headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.' Chicago , to Great Lakes Base. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Iraq ..'
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached Chicago, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time.
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems likea lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to Chicago .' His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked,'Which do you like best - beef or chicken? ''Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked.
She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks.' After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room.. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars..
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked. I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seat belt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed in Chicago I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base.. I walked over to them and handed them the seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich.. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little...
" A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote ablank check made payable to 'The United States ofAmerica ' for an amount of 'up to and including hislife.' That is Honor, and there are way too many peoplein this country who no longer understand it.'"
Subject: Sack Lunches
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat downin my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps Iwill get a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where areyou headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.' Chicago , to Great Lakes Base. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Iraq ..'
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached Chicago, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time.
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems likea lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to Chicago .' His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked,'Which do you like best - beef or chicken? ''Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked.
She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks.' After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room.. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars..
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked. I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seat belt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed in Chicago I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base.. I walked over to them and handed them the seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich.. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little...
" A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote ablank check made payable to 'The United States ofAmerica ' for an amount of 'up to and including hislife.' That is Honor, and there are way too many peoplein this country who no longer understand it.'"
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
PUPPIES!!!!!!
Only 2 of them look like true Rottweilers...the rest look like all lab. :D They are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute!!!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
HOLY SHIT~
I got the job!!!! WTF! I guess this means I have to be a grown up now, aat least at work. sigh.
New clothes will be required...and new shoes...and new purses....darn. Have to holla at ma bitches again and go shopping.
i don't get to start until 10/20, but that's okay. Hopefully, within a few year, I will be making the big bucks. :D
Just had a FABULOUS weekend with our besties...Mary and Jason, Barb and Danny and Richard and Julie. We spent tons of time together on Saturday at Johnny Appleseed, again last night for dinner and again this morning for breakfast. I can honestly say that the happiest moments are when all of us are together, with the kids laughing and playing in the next room.
Life is good...and, as of tomorrow, Fall is officially here!!!
Happy Sunday everyone.
New clothes will be required...and new shoes...and new purses....darn. Have to holla at ma bitches again and go shopping.
i don't get to start until 10/20, but that's okay. Hopefully, within a few year, I will be making the big bucks. :D
Just had a FABULOUS weekend with our besties...Mary and Jason, Barb and Danny and Richard and Julie. We spent tons of time together on Saturday at Johnny Appleseed, again last night for dinner and again this morning for breakfast. I can honestly say that the happiest moments are when all of us are together, with the kids laughing and playing in the next room.
Life is good...and, as of tomorrow, Fall is officially here!!!
Happy Sunday everyone.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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