DAD part 2

I held back the lump in my throat as I hurried through the front door and made my way to my bedroom. I could not breathe and my head felt like it was going to explode if I didn’t  let go and cry soon but I just couldn’t, yet.

I  quietly closed the door to my room  layed  down on the bed burying my face in the pillow  and cried hysterically until I fell asleep. About thirty minutes later I woke hearing the sound of my father’s voice as he returned home from work. I flew of the bed and ran to him, once again crying hysterically. He wrapped his arms around me asking why I was crying.  It took a few minutes before i was able to calm down enough for him to  understand me. “Dad, Dr. Y said he has to sell Babe because they are moving!. What am I going to do?  How can he do this to me when he knows how much I love her”?   (Babe was the horse that our town’s “bone” doctor had bought for his grandkids but after they moved away I began taking care of her. I had spent every waking moment that I could with her, even if it was just sitting in the pasture doing my homework while she ate.  When summer came my girlfriends who had their own horses and I rode all day everyday.  We rode down to the river and up to the lake. We rode through the pear orchards  and along the railroad tracks.  We played pony express in the pasture and even camped out in my back yard with the horses there too.  When Babe and I were alone i told her everything.  Whenever there was going to be a gymkhana we would clean stalls at the fairgrounds to earn enough money to enter . It didn’t matter that we did not have a horse trailer like the other people did, we simply just rode our horses to the gymkhana. In fact only two of the girls had saddles but they let us use them when it was our turn to do an event.  We didn’t have fancy tack or saddles or even cowboy boots but we loved being together and we definitely loved our horses.  It was the best summer ever!)

As I stood there sobbing in my dad’s arms he said “you should not let yourself get so upset over something you have no control over. If the doctor has to sell Babe there is nothing you can do about it”. I said “But Dad, I want to keep her .” As soon as my dad her those two words, I WANT, he said “WELL  I GUESS YA OUGHT TO GET A JOB THEN”  ” D-a-a-d please be serious”.  He began telling me about how expensive horses are and all that owning one entails. I argued my side of it and began begging and pleading.  Finally my father says “o.k” I’ll make a deal with you.  Anything I have ever wanted and got I had to work for. You get a job and you can have the horse.”   I made him swear and pinky promise which he did but with a slight smirk on his face thinking of the deal he had just made with a TEN YEAR OLD LITTLE GIRL.   We had dinner then  I  did my homework and went to bed, again, crying until I fell asleep.

The next day my dad was already home from work when I got there. He kiddingly said  ‘well did ya get a job yet?  I told him all about how I had gone to every house I could think and asked if they needed a sitter or if they had any work at all I could do for them, but had no luck.  When my gramps saw how dissappointed I was he gave me a couple of quarters to get us a soda from the machine across the street at the transmission shop. While I was there I was telling the mechanics about how bad I wanted a job and how hard I would work everyday just to have Babe. The owner overheard my story and asked if I would be interested in helping out around there. He said I could come a few days a week to clean the office and bathrooms but I had to always be there on time and do a good job and that my school work had to be finished first and my parents had to give their permission and I of course told him that yes I would love to do it.  Suddenly the reality of what I was actually saying to my father hit me and I screamed this blood curling scream “Oh my gosh!! Dad!  I did it !! I got a job!!!  Babe is going to be so happy!! I bet you never thought I could do it, huh? but I did!!!  I mimicked him as i put my hand on my hip and said “that’ll learn ya to make a deal like that with me again huh”?   Dad grinned proudly gave me a huge hug and told me he was very proud of me. The transmission shop paid me $ 1.50 an hour. I worked there for the next two years until my family moved across town and every penny I made went to taking care of BABE.

 

DAD part 1

justrobbielyn

Every time i did something like trip over my own two feet or spill my milk at dinner Dad would say “atta’ boy” and when i began a sentence with “I want….”  Dad’s response was   “guess ya ought to get a job”.  I can’t count the number of times he said both of those things to me.  So whats the big deal? Right? Most of you have heard the same thing from your dad. But when my dad said it, people chuckled. They really got a kick out of hearing him say atta boy, and get a job to me.  Why? Because I am a girl and only 7 or 8 years old at the time.!! So ya, it was silly for him to say those things to me but i never blinked an eye at its oddity.  Sometimes, he would be calling for me but would accidently call…

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they Talk the Talk but don’t Walk the Walk

justrobbielyn

Too many people spend so much time Talking about what we should do to *save the planet, *save the whales, *stop animal cruelty, *stop child abuse, *stop illegal immigration, etc., but they never actually Do anything that really makes a difference. They tend to enable the problem as opposed to fixing or ending it.

For example; instead of spending efforts to house all of the millions of abandoned dogs and cats, they should put a five-year ban on breeding. Those who violate this rule would be charged an enormous fine and possibly lose their pets.

Instead of trying to find new sources for fuel we should stop letting our members of congress and other wealthy people waste the fuel we have flying around on their private jets and cruising their yachts. And set a rule that no more than two cars per family is permitted.

we would not need new…

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DAD part 1

justrobbielyn

Every time i did something like trip over my own two feet or spill my milk at dinner Dad would say “atta’ boy” and when i began a sentence with “I want….”  Dad’s response was   “guess ya ought to get a job”.  I can’t count the number of times he said both of those things to me.  So whats the big deal? Right? Most of you have heard the same thing from your dad. But when my dad said it, people chuckled. They really got a kick out of hearing him say atta boy, and get a job to me.  Why? Because I am a girl and only 7 or 8 years old at the time.!! So ya, it was silly for him to say those things to me but i never blinked an eye at its oddity.  Sometimes, he would be calling for me but would accidently call…

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Blame the Republicans! Blame the Democrats! Blame the Presidents!

justrobbielyn

I hear people saying all of the time that they blame the other party or one of the Presidents for the way things are for hardworking, taxpaying Americans.  But the ONLY one they can truly blame are themselves for allowing these things to happen. I am not into politics, and i do not understand what it means to be a democrat or a republican ; but i also don’t understand why ‘ it is OUR money but THEY get to spend it’? and  ‘why WE work for it yet THEY decide how to spend it’? ” WE”are the hard working true blue Americans who work a legitmate job who see the words gross and net on their pay stubs.  I’m boggled because if the person paying another persons wages is considered their employer, wouldn’t every person who’s wages we pay be our employee? Don’t the senators, mayors, congressmen and even…

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And the Nominees are…

For those of you who still actually believe that your vote counts and that it doesn’t just fade off into thin air;  I need to ask you one thing…Who nominated these so called Presidential Candidates? YOU??  I know I didn’t, nor did anyone I know, or even anyone they know. Whovever it was though must have quite the sense of humor. I really that the President does not actually run the country and that those who do (Congress and other extremely wealthy), merely need a warm body to attach their puppet strings to. But did they have to give us two of the most laughable choices to choose from?? America is already seen as the most ridiculously ran nation there is. Who else would pay to bring people from other countries into to their country then GIVE them millions if not billions of dollars in grant money to buy out American owned businesses such as hotels and  food mart/gas stations?? And who else would set a fine of $50 for those who enter our country illegally, yet, offers to provide ALL food, clothing, housing, education, legal fees and court costs for those same people?  A merica is the only country to give preferrential treatment to those “law-abiding” people who have entered the country illegally. Of course other countries think we are a joke and now we have the Presidential nominees to prove it.