There’s A Lesson In Here Somewhere

Do you ever find something your company or boss has done making you uncomfortable? I'm not talking about something illegal, just something that you feel in your heart is not quite right. Where the little guy is getting screwed and the big guy is getting something for nothing? It isn't a case where whisle-blowing is called for. It isn't that bad. It just feels wrong. Bad. Unfair.

I really truly hate feeling this way.

Interviews! *Updated Again*

Go check out these wonderful answers to the questions these people were brave enough to request! Everyone has answered so far except Heather and she's probably having too much fun at the bottom of the ocean, so we'll give her a pass (for now).

Nat – From Nat's Brain

Olivia – Olivia Kroth Blog

Carrie (aka Emma Liar) – Trivial Lies

Michael – Recipes for Life Gossip 

Thanks everyone for playing!

*Update* I think I've got the links fixed. Sorry, folks…. I AM human. *gasp*  Everyone should be able to see Olivia's English blog now, and Michael really DOES exist. Honest. In case you missed it in the comments, Heather says she's working on it… I'll keep checking on her progress. 😉  Oh, and I've had another taker! Will let you know when I have more linky goodness for you.

Lydia has answered questions from Olivia – go on over and check 'em out.

Heather has finished her questions, too!  Go see… what are you waiting for? I said GO… geez…

Katie found my questions on Heather's blog and answered them, so it is only fair I send you to read her answers too!

Interview #2

Once again I got sucked in volunteered to be interviewed. This time by KimmyK. Here goes!

1-Tomorrow your memory is wiped clean.  You are only allowed to take one memory with you into your new day-what memory are you keeping safe. Only one, huh? Yikes. It would have to be a memory of a family dinner with all my kids and their significant others sitting around the table wise-cracking and laughing and carrying on with all the critters hovering for dropped tidbits. It would be one of the only times when all my favorite people and critters are all in the same place at the same time and are enjoying each other. I'm so lucky to have those times.

2-You claim to have ESP.  Tell us an experience in which you did or didn't listen to your inner voice and you wish you would have. When I knew my current husband was "the one" despite all my practical arguments to the contrary. I'm really glad I listened.

3-You've been blogging for over three years.  How have you changed since writing that first post to your most current? I have gotten braver in what I'll say and how much of my true self I'll reveal. I'm not so afraid to be opinionated.

4-Do you believe in Heaven? If so, describe your Heaven. I have to. It has been one of my sustaining things throughout my life that someday I'll 'see' my mother again (she died when I was three) as well as other people I have loved and lost. I also would hope to see my sweet critters that have gone before. I would hope that the people I've had disagreements with or strained relationships with would be if not pleasant, at least tolerable to be around. A place of joy. Where pain and hurt no longer were a part of anyone's life.

5-You get to spend a day with someone from your past.  This person can be alive or passed on.  Who are you spending your day with and what are you going to do?  I want to spend the day with my paternal grandmother. She and my grandfather took me in when my mother got ill (and eventually passed) and kept me for a couple of years until my father remarried. She's been dead since I was in my teens. I always felt close to her as a surrogate mother – closer than I do to the woman my father married, even though after I didn't live with them any longer I only had a few visits in the summertimes. What would I want to do? Just talk. She was a mom of four, two boys and two girls, just like I am. I would like to ask her things about her life and her feelings and just get to know her as a person better. I thought she was taken too soon.

There you have it! If you are a glutton for punishment want to participate, let me know and I'll try to come up with some profound things to ask you!

Blog Fodder

What is more fun than sitting on backless metal bleachers drinking cold beer soda, eating walking tacos, popcorn, and watching your youngest son race his modified class car on a dirt track at the end of summer?

Doing it with the fear of god in you because he has just gone out on the track for hot laps, made it a very slow 1/8th of the way around said track, and coasted back to the pits. WTF? Sitting in the stands texting his fiance' in the pits trying to figure out what happened, we get the response… "drive shaft broke". Noooo! We also find out because it is the last race of the season, the one that determines the final track championships based on points, that he must start the heat race. He doesn't have to finish the race, but he must have a car running to start. We see him running to the parts truck in the pit area, drive shaft in hand. We get back message. The part he needs isn't there. Crap. We quickly move to the parking lot, grab the car, and meet son at the pit gate. Pick him up and try to get into town quickly to a (hopefully open) auto parts store. Of course, we got behind the mini-van being driven by Stevie Wonder. At least that was the impression we got as he 'felt' his way down the road. Then to the intersection with the light. The red light. The red light from hell that doesn't change. Ever. Especially when your mini-van isn't far enough into the intersection to trigger the light to change. Much swearing was going on in our vehicle. I think son almost got out and started running to the nearest auto parts store. Seriously. You think I'm kidding?

Finally, Stevie pulls up enough to trigger the light. Thank you Jesus. Now we quickly move up the block to the first auto parts store. They closed. At 5 o'clock. It's 6. Damn. There are two others in town. Closed. Both of them. Damn. Son gets on the phone to his friend who helps in the pits. Another racer has come up with something he may be able to use. Back to the track at a high rate of speed. Drop off son at the gate. We go back to the stands and start praying.

Amazingly enough… we see him suiting up. (They must wear a fire suit.) He's getting in the car! He's pulling out! He's racing! He only went about four laps, but that was all he needed to do to qualify for the main race. He said it did well and didn't seem to act like it was going to fall apart. Whew! Still and all, he was going to end up third in track points pretty much no matter what happened, so he didn't push it too hard in the main race… Was nice to see him get out there, though, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten a paycheck for the night.

The second thing that made it such an interesting night? After the adreneline of not knowing if son was even going to race wore off the rest of the evening began sinking in. The part where we had to pick up brother-in-law at a very full campground on the way to the race and although he supposedly told mother-in-law (yes, she was with us) where they were camping we couldn't find him and when we did… he just sat in his lawn chair and waved at us. Dumbass. Why couldn't he get off his ass and walk the equivalent of a city block to the gate, since we were doing him the favor of picking him up? Arrrggh. My irritation has no limits when it comes to those people.

Also, some frat boy types were sitting next to us in the stands. That's all well and good until you mix frat boy types with way too much beer. If I have to hear you scream "so and so cheats" one more time (no, not son) to the point where you drown out the announcer I'm going to figure this has gone from fun to truly annoying. Can I please say it one more time? Shut the fuck up. Thanks. I feel much better now. Hubs leans over and reminds me… blog fodder.

I Just Don’t Get It (a Rant)

Pluueeaassee! Now I've heard it all. Whoopie Goldberg is defending Michael Vick's dog-fighting, trying to excuse it as him being from the south where it is a 'culture' thing. Bull. Shit. That's like saying it is okay for Hitler to kill Jews because it was a 'culture' thing. Give me a break. I just don't get it. I don't understand dog-fighting or cock-fighting and, I realize a lot of people will take offense at this, but I'm really not too crazy about humans boxing it out. At least they know what they're getting themselves into, however, and are generally equipped with gloves, mouth guards and referees to stop things from getting out of hand. The animals? They've got nothing. Now we're supposed to believe that Michael Vick didn't know any better.

What do you think?

Weekend Update – Tuesday Version

Hope everyone had a good weekend! I have been rather out of touch over the weekend, but here are a few impressions.

  • Fall is here. In my blog (thanks for all the help, Brad), but not in the weather. It is hot again.
  • We're only about two weeks away from starting harvest. It is coming soon!
  • I went to my son's races Saturday night. It was the year end race. He came in third overall for track points for the year. Blog fodder was in full form. More will be coming about that.
  • I got up every single day this weekend and showered and put on makeup and fixed my hair and put on regular clothing. (Trust me, this IS a big thing.)
  • I am feeling better. Thanks everyone.
  • Deb is recipient number 3 of the Pay It Forward post. You can all stop clamoring for a spot now.
  • Spent a lot of time with youngest daughter this weekend. Reminded me again how much I like spending time with my kids.
  • The neighbors must have been out of town. They were pretty quiet… not a shot heard! Whoot!
  • We had some friends have babies and I'd crocheted them blankets. Hubs delivered one to the husband and he took it and was all, "hey, thanks"… then Hubs saw him a few days later and he said his wife had gone nuts over it, especially since it was the one home made gift they got. Hubs said, "guys just don't get it, but the women do"…  I was just glad they liked it. Guess that's why I do it.
  • I didn't want to get up this morning.

Have a good Monday Tuesday, everyone!