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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.

 

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

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 the presidents work for US?  if so then why do THEY make all the decisions?  Why do THEY tell US what to do and how to do it?  Why is it that WE pay senators more than $200,000.00 a year  which would take most of us five years to make,  and we work more in a month then they do all year?  Do you ever stop to think about how much money we actually hand over to our politicians every minute of everyday?  Let’s say it’s your payday, so you get your check. you earned $2000  but THEY took 500 of it. Then you fill your gas tank up , you are paying tax per gallon on that. you buy a few items from the market and are taxed on that. you pay mortgage , insurance, utilities, and each include taxes. Your registration is due and you pay taxes on that. You by a new toothbrush, rent a car or water your lawn, you pay taxes on that.  But how else can THEY afford to maintain their jets and vacation homes and lavish lifestyles right?I definetely don’t understand why THEY get to make EVERYTHING benefit them ? If everyo ne would stop blaming others WE could solve alot of OUR problems. Not world issues I mean the stuff you and I  deal with everyday. But what do i know ? I’m just a HICK CHICK

DAD part 1

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  out the names of my siblings first, i would hear him say Kim! I mean Dee, oh heck Samantha come here please. This was also a pretty goofy thing for him to call me beings my name is not Samantha nor is anyone in my family. We have all done it. We have called one of our children the name of one of our other kids, but dad sometimes would act like he forgot my name which is extremely ha ha beings we basically have the same name. Robert and Roberta.No dad did not have dimentia or any other form of memory loss it was just his way of razzing me . Just like when he would say “Hey motormouth, if you will stop talking for two minutes i will give you a dollar. I never did earn that dollar but at least he got a minute and a half of silence each time.

 

Dad is a very large man. Not real tall, but just a big person. The boys i grew up with or dated all said he was very intimidating .i was very tiny as a child and never felt even slightly intimidated by his size or strength.  i respected him but did not fear him

PARENTAL CONTROL

what an outstanding idea!  Parental Control Software so that we can monitor how our minor children use their cell phones.

Unfortunately, this software, known more commonly as ‘Spyware’, is being used by every male or female adult that is INSECURE, MISTRUSTING, CONTROLLING, JEALOUS, and/or OBSESSIVE’ regarding their mates. (husband, wife, life partner, live-in partner, etc.!!!

I would like to go on record as saying that if you are monitoring your partner’s every move……, and you feel the need to know the whereabouts of he or she at all times………YOU NEED TO stop reading this, walk up to your partner and say goodbye!! Explain to him or her that you have shown them the utmost disrespect by invading their privacy in an unthinkable manner. Explain that I LOVE YOU were just words because your devious and deceitful actions prove that you are incapable of loving them, or anyone else for that matter ; because you have major issues and need to get those figured out first.

It does not matter, not in the least, as to WHY  you felt the need to view their call logs, read their emails and text messages, see all videos and pictures they took, sent or received, to know their gps coordinates every minute, and to be alerted to any strange activity or movement, NO I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT WHY YOU DID IT IS NOT IMPORTANT,

IT IS THE FACT THAT YOU DID IT.!!! THIS IS NOT OK.  even if other women or men that you know are doing it as well it is wrong.

YOU CANT LOVE SOMEONE IF YOU DON’T RESPECT THEM.  AND IF YOU NEED TO CONTROL THEM OR YOUR DON’T TRUST THEM OR YOU ARE OBSESSIVELY INSECURE ABOUT THEM, THEN YOU DONT RESPECT THEM.

DO YOURSELVES A FAVOR AND JUST SAY GOODBYE BECAUSE IT WILL COME OUT SOMEDAY AND WHEN IT DOES THEY WILL BE THE ONE TO SAY GOODBYE.

HOMELESS

We think of a homeless person as those grungy people sitting out on the side of the streets holding up signs or begging in front of a store or walking down the road carrying on a conversation with imaginary people. That is the image that comes to mind for most of us. But these people are Vagrants/Drifters. Some are the mentally ill that our politicians kicked out in to the world when they closed the doors on all the institutions. But most are those who have chosen not to have a job or a roof over their heads..

A “homeless” person does not sit on the side of the road with a sign, they do not beg, nor ask for hand-outs. A homeless person is embarrassed by their situation and would never advertise it. A homeless person is someone who has been removed from their home for whatever reason. It could have been a divorce, loss of a job, a fire, a shady landlord, or a ruthless realtor. Or they could have lost their home because they were swindled out of it by people who used the death of a child to instigate getting what they wanted.

A homeless person has pride, They are good hard working people that feel shame and humiliation for allowing themselves to end up in the situation they are in; but they strive every minute of every day hoping, dreaming, and working towards one again being able to hold their heads up and have a place to call home.