Tammi's World

Happy Birthday

It's the Fiesty One's Birthday today!

WooHoo Christina!!

It looks like you had a wonderful day (well deserved) and a fabulous meal!!

I offer you wishes for year - no a lifetime - of happiness and joy. Laughter and love. I'm so glad to have gotten to know you! You are a treat.

Happy Birthday Darlin'! Many Many Many More!

Bled Out

I don't do medical emergencys well at all. Nope. If there is blood involved, well - you don't want me to be the only one around.

So last night I was trying to get Cody to settle down for the night. The neighbors had come over for cake and I couldn't get them to leave....I was exhausted. Finally they got the hint after I put my jammies on.

Anyway, Cody was pumped. That dog was runnin' round this house like his tail was on fire. Finally, finally I got his attention.

Cody? Want a cookie?

Wham - that puppy ass hit the carpet. I pulled out on of his cookies and next thing I know my finger feels like it's been torn asunder.

Because it had.

That little shit snapped and went all the way to the bone. I had no idea at the time, other than it hurt.

I got him in his pen and grab the first aid kit. I went to the trash can and peeled off the wrapping. Then I feel a drip. I had the lights off so I couldn't really see. Another drip.

I finally turn on the light - holy cow! First thing I notice is the blood running down the outside of my trash can. Then the puddle, yes puddle of blood on the floor. I grab a paper towel and try to stop the bleeding. That was when I noticed the trail of blood, on the carpet, leading from his room.

Damn....I didn't think I had that much blood in my entire arm, let alone finger.

It's fine now. But shoot.....whoda thunk!

Oh, and do you think my dog feels the least bit guilty? Oh Hell No!

Bionic Fly

Damn!

I still don't have a screen door. The landlord was just here. Looking for the rent. He said he'll try and get the door in next week. Hmmmmm heard that for about the last 2 months.

Anyway - being as this is the mid-west we get flys. And I have the daddy of all flys in this house right now. I'm watching him buzz around as I type. (I can do that - I'm a good typist, just a bad speller!)

I've hit him several times with a newspaper. Nothing. I've sprayed him with hair spray. Nothing. I even shot him with bleach cleaner. Nope, still flying.

Next step - blow torch. Yep - I HATE FLYS IN MY HOUSE!! I'll burn the damn place down before I let him live here.

Whew. There. I feel better now.

What has my life come to?!?!? For cryin' out loud - I'm FLY BLOGGING!!!!!

This Is Just STUPID

I heard about the little incident Oprah had in Paris. I thought it was a joke. Turns out they are serious.

WTF??

Oh, you didn't hear about it? Well - it seems Oprah and some of her friends were shopping in Paris. They arrived at the Hermes Boutique 15 mins after closing.

There was a private event going on and the store would not allow Oprah and her friends entrance.

Seems it hurt Oprah's feelings.

Well - suck it up lady! Private events are just that - PRIVATE. You know what that means. You have them all the time. You don't honestly think a store is going to deny YOU access....with your legendary spending, your celebrity. It was a PRIVATE EVENT. The STORE WAS CLOSED!!

I'm about sick and tired of people thinking they are the exception. Money and celebrity does NOT make you special. You cannot have everything you want. Not in this life, or any other.

And I guess we haven't heard the end of this. Acorrding to the link above Oprah is planning to "talk personally about the incident when her daytime talk show begins shooting in the fall." Well, of course she is. And the sad part is that people will actually feel bad for her. What a crock.

Oh, and you know they had to quote "her good friend" Tom Cruise in there....I'm with Teresa - Who CARES what he thinks?

I just can't believe this is even an issue. But then again - I really shouldn't be surprised.

Polish Pork Chops

First off...the name I gave to this recipe is not to be taken as disrespectful - not in any way. Let me explain. A very good friend of mine is this gorgeous blonde bombshell. Seriously - tall, body to stop traffic, beautiful blonde hair, smart as a whip. Yeah - if I didn't like her so much I'd have to hate her.

Anyway - she is, as I said blonde. And, as luck would have it, Polish. So....you know I gotta give her a rough time. Hey - it's my job. Every joke I tell her, is a blonde polak jokes. If they don't start out that way - I make 'em that way. Come on! You gotta allow me soooommmmmmeeeeee fun.

Anyway - this is the recipe she gave me for pork chops and it is one of my favorite. Easy. Seriously. And very, very good.

POLISH PORK CHOPS

4 - 6 pork chops - I use the boneless center cuts but you can use what ever you like.

Brush chops generously with yellow mustard.
Roll in flour and place in heated oil to brown. (about 10 mins)

When chops have browned on both sides cover in Chicken and rice soup and reduce heat to simmer. I usually use the Family Size can - you want to have lots of broth.

Continue simmering for approx 45 mins - until chops have cooked through.

I serve with mashed potatoes and use the soup for gravy. The mustard in the gravy flavors the soup and well.....it's very yummy.

Combine that with fresh green beans and a pineapple upside down cake and, well, just damn. It's one of my favorite meals in life!!

(*$&ing Mornings Anyway!

I got this picture via email this morning.....pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now.

Coffee? Anyone? Please!

Follow this link

if you are a parent or have children in your life that you care about.

Read it.

It's important.

Thank you TNT, for putting it out there.

Just a little advice

You remember that old Coke commercial..."I'd like to teach the world to sing..."

Well, I'd like to teach the world to communicate. Seriously. How is that people can't get a simple philosophy - treat others as you would like to be treated. Its so simple. So basic. And so amazingly powerful.

And let's just go one step further - shall we?! Be Nice! You catch more bees with honey you know...it's better to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.....I could go on and on.

I had to make a little point yesterday. Seems people like to mess with my head. Not in a good way. That's ok. I've got a good sense of humor. I can take it. OR maybe not. There's a certain someone that has a tendency to fib a bit if he wants to get his way. Well, he did and right in front of him I picked up the phone and verified his story. I let him hear the entire conversation. The look on his face? Priceless. I never told the party on the other end of the phone about the lies. But when I hung up the phone....I looked him in the eye and simply said "Don't f*ck with my parts." 'nuff said.

A bit later in the day (an incredibly stressful day I might add) one of my team asked me how I got so good with customers. They hear me on the phone, delivering bad news, raising prices and....laughing. I asked one question "Have you ever heard me lie to them?".

Talk to people - they'll take bad news, you just gotta make it easy to swallow. I had to raise one company's prices by 50%. He pushed back a bit....I simply laughed and told them "I don't come cheap - and I'm worth it!" I kept the part at the new pricing. I got more money AND a smile.

How hard is that? Honestly.....but some people just don't get it. I feel bad for them....life is tough enough without making the road that much rougher for yourself.

Dealin'

Life has a way of throwing us curves. We all know that - but damn, it's not always pleasant.

I was thinking about that last night as I was trying to sleep. The secret to happiness - so I'm told - is learning to deal with those curves.

We all have our own ways. Some people withdrawl. Pull into themselves and ponder lifes follies. Some people run. They get very social. Oh they are still withdrawling, they're just withdrawling from themselves. Me - I do kind of a combination of the two. I stay to myself - only talking to those closest to me. And I bury myself in activity. Mind exercises as it were. I read. I write. I just try to do anything that will make me focus so I can't think about "stuff".

I'm not gonna kid anyone. I'm still trying to adjust to this new life style. I miss Florida. I really do. I know life wasn't easy there - hell my job was kickin' my ass and kept me to busy to enjoy things. BUT...in this warped, oh poor me mind of mine I miss the OPPORTUNITY to do those things I love. But that is so superficial. What I miss most is the fact that my life was simply that. MY LIFE. I had flexible work hours - most of the time. If I wanted to go, do something I did. No second thoughts about it. Done. My money was my own. I had no responsibility to anyone else. Just me. Well, and Cody - but still - you know what I mean.

I miss those carefree days. I miss going to the coast. I miss my friends. Oh, I'm loving getting the chance to spend time with folks up here - please don't take that any other way. But I miss 'em. They played a big part in my life and sometimes I just need a hug, a laugh or a damned margarita. Sitting outside, in the Gulf breeze, in my bathing suit and big denim shirt.

But I digress........what I lament right now is the loss of my freedom. I knew it was going to be, oh, let's say "interesting". But Damn....sometimes it just gets a bit overwhelming.

It'll be fine. I know that. And I'm fully aware by being so cryptic this all sounds so petty. But...there you have it. Sometimes we're all a bit petty and it's my turn. Na

So I'm off to another day in the office. Juggling timelines and bills. Hoping to just survive the next 2 weeks. Oh, hell - let's just take it a day at a time.

Meanwhile - I'll be the chick with a book sittin' at the end of the bar.

Long Awaited...

Obviously I'm not in a very good mood these past couple of days. No big deal - just life stuff.

But I do have some good news. I found the damn chord to my camera and have actually downloaded pictures. Yes folks - I have Cody pictures!! WooHoo - I'm sure you are just about beside yourselves with joy!

So without futher delay - let's commence with the puppy blogging.

To refresh your memories here he was when I got him at 6 weeks

Here he is, in his car seat as we set off on our great adventure.

This was taken today in the back yard. He just loves to play fetch!!

Last but not least - this is what I see when I open my back door.

Ok - those get you caught up on my boy. I'm just thrilled to have my camera functioning again!

Watch out world!! I SPY!! ;-)

Monday

Just shy of 2 months of working "regular hours" and I can say - MONDAYS SUCK!!

Damn.

Nothing fits.

Bad hair day.

Exhausted.

Used to be, Monday was just another day. That sucked too - because I missed weekends so much. But this - this is worse.

There was so much I wanted for this weekend. And, being in a niggly mood just ruined that.

My humor? Off (when it was there at all)
Self Confidence? heh. Yeah, right - not.

I was just not Tammi this weekend.

So today - today I just wanna lay around the house - read a book and watch a couple of movies. That's it. Nothing more. Well - I'd rather lay around a pool but the closest I'm gonna come to that is filling up a big mixing bowl with water so that's out.

But noooooo....it's Grown Up Time. Damn........

Hopefully I'll find that silver lining somewhere along the side of the road heading into work.

Otherwise - it's gonna be a long, long day.

What is your LEAST favorite part about Mondays? (kinda the opposite of the happy Saturday posts) They do say that misery loves company!!!!

Your BIRTHDAY!!??!

Holy Cow....is my face red!

It's Johnny-Oh's birthday and I just found out!! To make matter's worse - he had a bad day! Damn, I hate when that happens.

So....let's see.....what can we do to cheer him up?!?!?

If I could I'd buy you this wonderful tool set....I know you love tools!!

I would win you this!! Cause I know you'd be over the moon!

How 'bout a nice gift certificate for this site! I'm thinkin' you could spend some money over there!

But mostly I just want to wish you a Happy Birthday Bro!! May this year bring you all you need and happiness to spare.

Saturday Question of the Day

Every Saturday I'll try to come up with some "out there" question that just makes you stop and think about something not so important. Think of it as a mini vacation. If you have any ideas drop me a line and we'll throw it in here. Who knows, it might be fun.

OK - Here goes: What makes you giggle? Not Laugh Out Loud - but giggle. Come on! We all do it!!

I actually thought of this the other day and realized it's a tougher question than I thought. But just going through the process made me so damn happy, I figured it's a great Saturday Question post!!

Children - they make me smile. They make me laugh. Hearing someone talk about something that makes them happy, or excited - makes me laugh. My dog - makes me laugh (when he doesn't have me screaming in frustration). But giggle? That one is hard to nail down.

Then I realized...it's so simple really. I just love when my mind twists something around and makes it "racey". It happens a lot. I don't hear it (usually) when I'm saying it - hence the many times I've embarrassed myself - but when others do it. Yeah - I giggle. Like a school girl. And I giggle again, every time I think about it.

Giggling is good for the soul. It's that wonderful child in us, that loves to play pranks and be silly. And I out right LOVE seeing it in others!!!!

So....what makes you giggle?

An Anniversary - of sorts

My divorce was final 9 years ago today. Heh. 9 years - in some ways it feels like yesterday, but mostly it seems like another lifetime ago.

I was in Atlanta for a training class. The proceedings had drug out for 9 long, miserable months. The only silver lining in that time was the weekends he spent in jail. For pushing me down the stairs at the court house, in front of a sheriff and my lawyer. Yeah, that got him 6 weekends and me a free pass to move to Florida before the divorce was final. I knew the bastard couldn't control that temper.

I had a message on my cell phone from my lawyer when I got out of class that afternoon. It said that everything was finished. Done. A day early even. I sat there stunned. Believe it or not - I cried. I cried because of the waste of 11 years, I cried at the waste my life had been. I cried because I didn't get married to get divorced. I cried because I felt like I failed.

Then I got drunk. Oh yes I did. I spent my entire paycheck buying strangers drinks in a bar I had never been in before or since. But I wanted to drink, and I didnt want to drink alone. So - there you have it.

I still struggle with nightmares and "issues" - I probably always will. It's the baggage I drag through this life. I'm much better than I was 9 years ago - believe it or not. But I still flinch when a man raises his hand too fast. I still tense when someone I don't trust invades my personal space. But it's better. Really.

Probably the one thing I'm not over involves the very last thing that bastard ever said to me. The divorce was final, he was already married to his long time girl friend (last 3 years of our marriage) but he just couldn't leave it alone. Just before he threw me into Mama's front window he snarled - "you are ugly, fat and stupid. You will never amount to anything. You will die alone."

I close my eyes and see his face as he said it - those buggy eyes and the white baseball cap. The twisted lips spitting out those words.

Most of what he said is just so much hot air. Fat? F*CK YOU! I wasn't then, and (even as unhappy as I am with my body) I'm not now. I try very hard to take care of myself and keep in shape. Fat? Kiss my ass. Ugly? That's his opinion. I do the best that I can - I don't usually scare young children so I guess it's alright.

But the stupid part? Yeah - that is something I can latch onto. I had to take an IQ test for a job. They made me retake it - the results were too high, they thought. I retook it - guess what? I'm smart! That was the very call I made to my mom that night. I was crying. I finally had proof - I am NOT stupid. Something that small, that silly test, changed the way I saw myself. Gave me confidence. Gave me strength.

Never Amount to Anything? If I work really hard, focus just keep pushing - well, I did. I made it. And once I did - I walked away. I walked away for family. I walked away at my choice. I can truly say "been there, done that. I DESIGNED the damn t-shirt". Not amount to anything? It's all in the perspective - and I'm pretty damn happy with mine right now.

I'll die alone? No, no I won't.

Have you ever seen Under the Tuscan Sky? It's a chick flick - but I like it because they DON'T man bash....and I love the ending. She doesn't end up with Prince Charming. But....she has a home filled with love. She has friends, family. It's a realistic ending.

I kinda think of my life like that. I have everything I wanted - everything that counts. It's just not in the form I thought I wanted. Oh - I'm not quitting yet. Please don't take it that way. I've still got a lot of life to live yet. But if you take a snapshot of right now, this moment. It's good. It's very good.

So today as I drive over to Mama's house, I'll pass our old farm and his new one. The one he bought with a combination of the money he stole from me and the $20,000 I paid him to go away. I'll stand on the front porch at Mama's and peer through the window he threw me into. I'll swing on the swing that he broke (using me) in anger one evening. And I'll realize - these last nine years are the best in my life. They are MY YEARS.

And I'll celebrate.

It's MY Independence day.

Why Is It....

That I can be so competent at some things...you know, business, puttering, cooking...(ok that's all I got) BUT just suck at others?!? Why? Why am I such a dufus?

I am not allowed a full sized hammer. If you saw me pound a nail you would understand why. I do plenty enough damage with that little bitty one I have.

I'm not supposed to have power tools - but I did buy a drill. I just don't know how to use it.

Today - today was just the icing on the cake.

I bought some pesticide to kill the ants around the house. I wanted to spray around the front tonite and then I'll get the back area after I put Cody in this evening.

So...it takes me 10 flippin' minutes to figure out how to make the sprayer work. (I actually had to READ the instructions....imagine that.) But then it worked like a charm. I'm sprayin' sprayin' sprayin. All Done. Now.....trying to be a responsible being, I put the sprayer in "store" position. Except the damn sprayer was directed towards my face and there was enough crap in the hose to....you got it....spray me in the face.

I immediately came in and washed off my face and my eyes...but I keep running to the bathroom mirror just certain that my face is rosey red and I have boils developing every where.

I feel so stupid.

Figure I might as well share.

Damn.

Good Sports - One and All

I just wanted to let y'all know that my tag-ies have responded to the little Society Meme!!!

BloodSpite Dude - funny stuff!!

Dash was such a good sport (AND called me lovely - extra points for him!)

LeeAnn almost ended up getting herself disowned, but cooler heads prevailed and I've decided to continue our friendship...but Shesh - the SUPER BOWL?!?!?!

Teresa Some things I hadn't thought of...but I found myself nodding my head as I read along...

T1G He makes some great points and even added Pictures to his!!

Thank you all for playing along!! I just love learning a bit more about what makes people tick!!

Like Owner Like Dog

Three real life scenerios:

1) Tammi Harvey and TNT - drivin' down the road. Having a somewhat serious conversation. Tammi is pontificating (there's somethin' new) when in the middle of a sentence...."Oh, Look, Horse!".....continue pontification.

2) Tammi on the phone with T1G. Talking Talking Talking....."Oh Look, Fire Fly".....talking talking.... T1G: LOL - bright shiney object!!

3) Cody get's out of fence AGAIN. Tammi in a panic runs around yard before making a fool of herself otherwise. Dashes out front door. Yep - the little bastard is out and on the RUN.....running running running...stops "Oh Look a shiney pinwheel.......Gotcha.

Damn....I wonder what other traits he'll pick up. This could get ugly folks!!!

Keeping an Eye on Things

Noble Eagle is all over the Martinez case right now. In case you don't know - Martinez is accused of killing two members of his unit over in Iraq.

You see the Rainbow Division was NE's former unit. This hits close to home for him.

Start here for the first post.

In this post he gives some more information simply leaves me speechless.

Here he talks about how one Left Wing site is responding.

And this is the latest information.

Then just make sure you keep checking back. Like I said - He's all over this one.

Leave It Alone

I've been following the vote currently in the Senate to ammend the 1st Ammendment. The changes would prohibit the desecration of the American flag.

It's gonna be a close vote. I do wish they'd just leave it alone.

I consider myself a patriot. I love this country. My heart swells at the sight of our flag flying in the wind. I hate the thought of anyone burning, tearing, or other wise disrespecting that symbol of our nation.

BUT, this ammendment to the ammendment will come back to bite us. It can't help but. WHO will decide what is disrespectful? Who will police this?

Look at what happened at the SuperBowl last year when Kid Rock wore a flag as a poncho. Some were outraged, while others thought - hey it's just a poncho, bad taste but no big deal, no disrespect intended. So who is right?

The greatest benefit of living in the country is our freedom. Our freedom of choice, our freedom of religion, our freedom of speech. We can Speak Out Against Our Government and NOT be punished. That is precious. If we pass this change we are taking a bit of that freedom away.

I would rather allow those the freedom to disagree with me. Allow them to speak out. And allow ME to push back.

As Smash reminds us - the flag is a symbol, and replacable. The freedom is a gift.

I HATE the thought of someone disrespecting our flag, and I will NOT stand by without expressing my outrage. But I hate even more the thought of disrespecting the freedoms that our constitution allows.

You Talkin' to ME?!?!

High Maintenence? Me?

So they say! I tell you I felt a bit like Sally in "When Harry Met Sally" and he informed her she is the worst type of female - high maintenece but thinks she's not.

I've always prided myself on NOT being a High Maint. kinda gal. Let's review.

I do my own nails - and right now between the move and so much time in the plant I barely remember the last time I actually "did" them. And you may hear me comment on breaking one - but I defy anyone to say they've heard me lament it. It's a flippin' nail. They grow back.

I don't spend a lot of "prep" time. My make-up takes all of about 5 mins. And that is only if I have to go out in public and I don't want to embarrass anyone. My hair - yes, I am particular about the cut and color - but again, just a few minutes in the morning....all done. And if it doesn't turn out (or on the weekends) I have my beloved hats.

I'm not a picky eater. And THAT is more than obvious. The list of things I DON'T like is short and sparse.

I don't expect people to take care of me. Never have, never will.

I don't throw fits if I'm not the center of attention. Not my style.

Yes - I am a bit anal retentive - especially when it comes to my work. It's just that after years of doing this I have a system. It works. Don't f*ck with it.

..."this is what I'm gonna need for you to do"..... OK, I'll give you that one.

But High Maintenence? ME?!?! I was just amazed when someone said that to me....but then I guess we never really do see ourselves the way others see us.

But Damn........................................... OUCH

Flying Fire

Growing up, like so many kids, I loved the fire flies. Daddy used to laugh at me because I thought if I touched their little butts they would burn me! But oh, I did love to watch them dance in the twilight.

Just now I was letting Cody out for the final romp of the evening and I saw them. Dozens of little lights in the darkness. And it took me back. Back to summer evenings, sitting on the back swing, sippin' on root beer and discussing oh-so-important things (like who invented ice cream, and what makes the clouds move).

I can honestly say I don't remember seeing fire flies in Florida. If they were there I was too damned busy to notice. But I saw them tonite. And I think I'll make it a point to do that more often. Maybe Cody and I will take a walk around that time each evening.

It's good for the soul.

You probably won't care, but.......

I'm a tad bit stubborn. I'll be the first to admit it. And I don't like to admit to little things like, oh, pain.

Well, I don't think I can fight this anymore.

Some of you may remember, a little over a year ago I was in an auto accident. Got rear ended by a gravel truck. Not seriously hurt - just the neck and lower back crap. I had therapy - for a while, but needed to get back to work so cut it all short.

I probably shouldn't have done that.

My neck and shoulders are killing me. They have been for a while now. And now I'm starting to get that "pinching" thing in between my shoulder blades running up my neck.

Owie. Owie. Owie.

Damn it......I don't have time for this and, well - it hurts.

I've been popping motrin and such. Using a little heating pad. Tryin' like hell to pop my neck.

Owie. Owie. Owie.

:-(

Anyone have any advice that DOESN'T include a doctor of any kind?

It's Simple Business

It's like trying to shove a round peg in a square hole.....damn manufacturing and sales. WHY oh WHY can't they talk to each other!! Damn.

OK brace yourselves - I have to get this off my chest.

I work for a forging plant. It's a hot, slow, manual process - the making of forgings. Honest to goodness -- there is no air conditioning, there are furnaces going full bore, and there are hammers slammin' down on hot metal constantly. And this is all manned by humans. Humans that are tired, hot and just plan, well, human.

Now take sales. Our performance and pay are based on how much we sell. We take orders, sell new parts and generally bring business into the plant.

When you put all those pieces of the plant together you get what they call Capacity. There is only so much that can be done in a set amount of time. Period. Add into that accidents (tools break, furnaces stop firing) and you have trouble. With a capitol T.

Now - having worked in a manufacturing enviroment most of my adult life I understand capacity. I understand issues. And I work very hard to pad my orders so that we stay out of trouble. I will actually turn orders down rather than put us in a position to piss off a customer by missing delivery. I'm kinda funny that way.

But I'm finding that is a strange way to look at things by most sales peoples way of thinking. Sell Sell Sell. Then Lie Lie Lie. Then Yell Yell Yell.

Yeah - well, I got better ways to spend my time.

I actually spend one afternoon a week on the shop floor. Not just walkin' around patting people on the back - I try to do something. I'll pack orders, move parts, empty bins - what ever I can do to help move things along. I need these parts to ship. My livelyhood depends on it. And I have never thought that because I sit behind a desk I am better than anyone else. It doesn't hurt to get my hands dirty every now and again - it's actually good for the soul.

So...what am I bitchin' about anyway? I'm bitchin' because I am sick and tired of people not talking to each other. I'm bitchin' cause I'm sick and tired of finger pointing and arguing. If everyone would just talk to each other - explain what is going on and try to actually understand things from the other point of view - we might actually get some damned work done.

Well, that and there would be world peace.

*guess I am kinda pie in the sky today - sorry*

I've created a monster...

I've mentioned a *few* times that my new abode is pretty small. Ok - flippin' itty bitty teeny tiny.

AND....there is barely room to walk. Poor Cody has no room to play at all. If he even thinks about running he bumps his head (he is MY dog, after all). So.....between that and how warm it was prior to air conditioning I've been keeping him outside - a lot.

Well, now we've got the neighbors. It's not just his yard anymore. And Indy is only 5. I can't just leave him out there with her without supervision, and I don't have the time to sit out there all evening.

Add to that the fact that the little shit (Cody that is) can get out of the fence.....I'm constantly checking on him.

AND.....he's taken a real dislike to the neighbors over a house &/or two. Actually - he hates them. Barks constantly if they are out there. And they love to torment him with that.

So......I've got to keep him inside more.

He. Hates. It.

I. Hate. It.

He is miserable. Just sits at the door whining. It's pathetic.

He loves to be outside. Just loves it. Even if it's just him laying out in the grass chewin' a stick. He'd rather do that then sit in here chewin' a treat.

So.....I tried to reason with him tonite. Really I did. I pointed out that come this winter he'll be stuck inside so he might as well start getting used to it. Gotta tell you - he didn't really get my point.

Damnit......this house is too damned small!!!!

I ALMOST FORGOT!

Shame on me.....I almost forgot Harvey's gift.

Here you go sweetie (probably not safe for work folks - it is for Harvey afterall!)

In case you don't want to attract the wrong kind of internet attention - the general idea is in the extended entry!!!

He's a breast man and this Nawty Booby Gift Mug is the perfect gift for him. His morning coffee will never be the same again. The nipple even has a hole to drink from. We've also included some Nawty Boob Gummies, Tit Tax Mints and Booby Suckers.. Comes custom gift wrapped with gift card and your special message.

Two, 2, Dos!!!

Harvey has been a Bad Example for all of us for 2 years as of today! Wow! Two years. Hard to believe - ain't it?!?!

Let's just see how this all began - shall we?! Hmmm...this post seems innocent enough at first glance. Wait - what's this? This last line here.....

"Day by day, this blog will bring you the results of this attempt, along with assorted commentary on whatever else is tickling my brain." HA! Little did we know......

We were in for years and years of funny - funny money, funny jokes, funny rants, funny funny funny. And guidance - come on folks - ya gotta admit - Harvey is THE BLOGFADDA!! Damn - just look at this family tree!

Last year my post to celebrate was rather lame. Even by my standards.

So what is so different between this year and last year? Well - I've been adopted into the BE Family for starts. A year of encouragment and sharing and laughing. That changes things a bit.

But wait - it goes even further. In the past year I've gotten to KNOW Harvey. We've met, shared meals. He's stayed at my home (with that lovely wife of his of course!) He's become my very good friend. Sometimes, when the phone rings, I look at the caller ID and it says TNT & Harvey! How cool is that!

I've come to know his humor is even better in person than on the blog (and THAT is saying something!) I've come to know those wonderful cyber *hugs* he passes out are even better in real life. I've been lucky enough to come to know Harvey - the Man! And I count myself very fortunate.

Thanks to Harvey I've met some of the best friends of my life. Thanks to Harvey I've developed confidence in myself. Thanks to Harvey - I think I'm a better person.

So.....with all that said......Happy 2nd Blogiversery. Here's to many many more! You make the world a better place. Thank you for sharing your gift with us!!

My Little Escape Artist

Today Cody is 5 months old. I know, I know - I need to get pictures posted. First I have to find the damned cord to connect camera to PC.

Anyway - while talking on the phone to Teresa I look out the back door to check on him and WTF!!! He's just on the other side of the fence looking at me. I hung up and ran out the front door and he came right to me....but still.

The little shit tore a hole in the wire fence. Yes - I said he tore a hole in the wire fence.

I put stuff in front of it, but I'm still gonna need to fix it. Meanwhile I keep running to the back door and calling through the missing window. I figure if he knows I'm payin' attention he'll stay put. (hey - humor me - I'm a bit frustrated right now).

Damned dog.

But just wait til you see how cute he is now!!!

I'm Not Just One in a Crowd

She Who Will Be Obeyed has passed along a meme I think would be kinda fun: "Five things society at large enjoys, but that I, for the most part, just don't get..."

Hmm.....not as easy as I thought but a very good thinkin' exercise.

Let's see......

1) Political Correctness. I'm not. I'm just polite (most of the time). All this hoopla about pussy footin' around because someone might be offended. Hog wash. If people just think before they speak it's fine. And don't be so damned sensitive. Jokes are jokes - plain and simple. And whether we like it or not there are stereotypes and you wanna know a secret.....some of them are accurate. There - I typed it out loud. Just toughen up folks. Damn...I'll just never get that....

2) Celebrity Watching....honest to goodness who gives a rats ass which Hollywood Whosit marries Who?!?!? And as for their politics....I'll listen to theirs and give it as much credance as they give to mine. How's that. There are thousands of pages devoted to these people.....channels dedicated to them. I don't get it. Never have, never will. Funny thing is a couple of my best friends are all over that stuff....I usually just listen and laugh. Again - just don't get it.

3) Reality TV Show - sorry folks but these just befuddle me. I know so many people just love them - and that's peachy. I just don't get it. I have friends who literally plan their weeks around their favorite reality shows. Me......I'd rather read a book.

4) This may not really qualify but....sushi. WTF is so damned attractive about sushi? Yick. Ick. Yuck. Pwhey. Not.

5) Now this one will probably have you rolling your eyes abit but the smoking bans sprouting up all over the place. Now...give me a minute to explain. I have no problem going to a non-smoking resturant. In fact, when I go to dinner with a nonsmoker I'll usually request the non smoking section (if there is a choice). I know many people HATE to eat around smoke and I get that. But...where I draw the line is in bars. For Cryin' Out Loud....if you are an adult and you go to a bar there will be smoke. Smokin and drinkin' go hand in hand. PLUS....it's kinda tilting everything in favor of the non-smoker and that's not really fair now is it? Hmm..... (got the inspiration for that one from ALa's version of this meme, and I couldn't agree more!)

OK - that was kind of a freeing experience. Really! Now....who can I pass this one on to?!?!?!

Teresa - because I love the way her mind works!!
BloodSpite - you KNOW he's got some good ones!
Dash - I'm cause I'm really really curious - especially about a Texan's point of view!
LeeAnn (Blogdaughter) - cause I love watchin' her get all worked up!
T1G - simply because I really want to know what he has to say on this!

Just call me......

My GrandBlogNephew (now this is gettin' ridiculous) is asking about nicknames....

I started to just leave a short comment but as I started to type this list appeared. WTF?!? I never realized I had so many nicknames...

My sister (who is short) has always called me Tree (and that's about the nicest thing she's ever called me).

In grade school I had a couple of names....Big Bird (because I was so tall) and Jolly Green Giant (Tall and wore that damned green Girl Scout uniform).

My best friend has called me BAM for as long as I've known her. In fact I think she's only called me by my real name 5 or 6 times in 25 years. I came by this name innocently enough. It's after Bam Bam - of the Flintstones. I'm a little protective of my friends.....'nuf said.

The group I ran around with in high school called me Miss Webster. I was the only one goin' to college and I was constantly writing stuff and trying out new words....they hated that so this was their way of shutting me up.

One of my old bosses calls me Linus. He started out with Pig Pen....sayin' there was a cloud of bad luck followin' me around - that and a cloud of smoke from my cigarettes. But he got to thinkin' that was kinda mean so he switched to Linus and it's stuck. Well, that and Dudette.

Another boss called me Money in the Bank. Heh. Yeah - I didn't like him much.

At this job they just call me by my last name. Simple and straight forward. Well, at least thats what they call me to my face......

Pop on over to Pull My Finger or post a list and link it back. Spurs' is curious.

I'm In Love

I've been saying how much I love children. I've been saying how the sound of a child's laughter makes me smile. I've been saying how much I enjoy watching them run and play.

I got my wish.

The new neighbors.

Little Indy is 5 years old. Blonde haired and blue eyed. Sweet as sugar and smart as a whip.

She and her cousins were playing in the back yard tonite and came to see if I would swing them on the tire swing. I don't know who laughed harder....me or them.

I'm keepin' a tight rein on Cody so that he doesn't get too rough....but he seems to understand they are little people. I do know he doesn't like it if he can't be out there when they are.

But after I came back in I could hear them playing and singing in the yard. It was nice.

Oh, and they liked the cookies!!

Sacrifice

This is the most moving letter I have ever read in my life.

It is a letter from one Warrior to the many serving now in the service of our country. It talks of Father's Day - and of being so far away from those you love.

I can't find just one part to excerpt - so just go and read the entire thing. And then remember to say a prayer for those Fathers who are sacrificing so very much - especially today.

Of Hot Air and Bloggers

I had such a nice day yesterday. Did I mention I was spending the afternoon with Harvey and TNT? Yeah - well - I did.

Headed up to see a balloon festival. Hot air balloons - rather appropriate for 3 bloggers, don't ya think! Anyway - it was a pretty big deal so we made an afternoon/evening of it.

We caught the end of the car show......all I can say is Memories, like the corners of my mind..... You know you're old when you've actually driven, ridden in or made out in most of the cars (same models, not same cars) that are on show. DAMN - when did that happen.

Then we wandered around the arts and crafts booths. Saw some pretty cool things I'm gonna tell Mama about - she's so talented she can make anything. It'll add to her little store we're putting together.

There was a bit of a delay with the Balloons. Something about briefs and winds - I'm thinkin' they were telling the pilots not to fart too hard it'd mess up their underware, but what do I know. Anyway - it gave us a chance to just lay around on the grass and chat. I simply LOVE spending time with these two. And I am so happy that we have the opportunity.

TNT is the MOST ORGANIZED traveler I've ever known. It was only about an hours drive, and a nice afternoon but she came prepared with sodas and snacks. Chocolate rice crispy treats - yummy. Very Yummy.

Eventually it came time to head into the grand stand. We picked our seats. And waited. TNT realized we were probably gonna miss some of the best stuff where we were sitting so she got us all resettled. PERFECT! Then the news. No Wind. Can't do the competition. BUT of the 55 balloons - from all over the world - 41 of them decided to lift off anyway - a Thank You to the crowd as it was. And it was incredible.

One of my favorite things about my house in Orlando was the hot air balloons in the mornings. I lived just down from the landing zone - so Saturday and Sunday mornings they would float through my back yard. Last year over 4th of July I had 15 dancing by. It actually woke me up - sounded like a semi driving into my family room. But ohhhh it was cool.

As I sat there last evening watching them lift into that beautiful blue sky I realized I REALLY want to do that some day. I'd love to do it in Florida. Sunrise - floating above the water. Watching the world wake up. But I'm not picky. I think sunset in the midwest would be pretty gorgeous too!!

All in all it was pretty wonderful. But you know what? That's not all! Nope - it gets better.

we drove back to their house. TNT made some of the best lasanga I've had. Very very yummy. I got to meet Jake and Bandit and all the kitties. Jake is everything they say he is and more. He looks particularly dapper in a maroon and cream stripped tie - but that story is for another day. ;-)

And prepare to be jealous. I got to visit THE ROOM. The blog room. The place where it ALL happens. All that creativity, all that humor. All those wonderful words that start in his mind come to life in THAT room! Hee Hee. It was pretty cool.

All in all an absolute fabulous day. The best part is I know we get to do it again!!! How cool is that?!?!?!

UhOh

Getting ready to go and visit the BlogFather and TNT for the afternoon! As I was scrambling to pull myself together there is a knock on the door.

Hmmmm

It's the landlord. He's got people with him. A young couple with a little girl and an itty bitty baby.

They are my new neighbors.

Moving in today.

Thank goodness they like dogs!!!!

Please Cody, please be good. It would not be pleasant for either of us if you have to be kept inside!!

Did I mention they are moving in today?

Yeah - hmmmmm

They seem nice enough.......I think I'll bake some cookies tomorrow.

2 YEARS!

Blackfive has been around for 2 years today!

Holy Cow........and just look at what he has accomplised in those 2 years!! He's a major voice bringing out the good stories regarding our Military Men and Women!

He's called us to action.

He's made us laugh.

Hell - he's famous!!

I can't WAIT to see what else he has in store for us.

Matt - congratulations. I've been a fan from the get go. It's an honor to have met you and I want to take this opportunity to say Thank You. Thank you for the time and effort you put into your Blog!

Here's to many more.

A Different View of Father's Day

I hesitate to write this. I don't want to take anything away from Fatherhood. It's one of the most awsome responsibilities in life. And a good Father is a gift. Being a Father is an even bigger gift.

But in life things happen. Circumstances being what they are - sometimes we lose that gift, or never really have the opportunity.

Daddy died in '72. But I was lucky. I had men in my life that stepped up. That made the effort to be a part of my life - to try and fill that void. It didn't work completely - but it did help.

Uncle Bobby Fishook was Daddy's best friend. Up until the day he died I thought that was his name....the man lived to fish. He was a gentle man, kind, protective. Many a Saturday he would come to the house and pick me up. We'd go riding around and he'd tell me stories of he and Daddy's adventures. He didn't want me to forget. He wanted me to know my father. We lost him when I was 16. I still miss him. But in my minds eye I see he and my father sitting on the bank of the river, fishing and telling stories. It makes me smile and lessens the pain.

My God-father is cut from a different cloth. He's a business man first and foremost. But he's also a disiplinarian. He is the one that kept the reins tight during my teenage years. He is the one that pushed me to be more than I thought I could be. He still does. But he loves me. That is obvious. He takes his role very seriously. He was a great admirer of my father. And he doesn't want to fail in his promise to support, love and guide me.

Then there are my many uncles. Each and every one of them has had a part in making me who I am today. Some taught me to laugh, taught me to flirt (which I failed miserably at). They taught me to pray and trust.

All of these men have helped to make me Tammi. And I love them all. Without them my life would be less. I can't even begin to imagine it.

I don't have any children. I doubt I'll have that joy. BUT....I take my responsibilities to those children in my life very seriously. I hug, console, tease and teach. I treat and chide and offer a helping hand when I can. It's all I can do. It's the least I can do. I learned that from the men in my life.

So....even if you don't have any children of your own, realize the impact you have on those around you. Look at the children in your circle. Love them. Treasure them. Teach them. Understand that they need you. Even if both parents are there - they need you. Children can never have too many people that love them.

And thank you. Thank you from a little girl who felt so very lost. Thank you for caring enough to make the effort.

It matters. It's important.

Happy Father's Day.

Take Two - UPDATED!!!

It's no secret that I have always appreciated Christina, the Fiesty One, and her projets. She is wonderful at encouraging people to take a chance, step outside their comfort zone and express themselves. Well, for the summer she has started Take Two. Last week was fabulous, and this week is every bit as entertaining.

Velociman Wow. Just read it. Wow.

Margi does a wonderful job of reminding us to be careful what you wish for and appreciate what ya got!

Amelie takes a turn I would have never thought of, but damn....what a ride!

Sadie does an amazing job of taking us to a place where we look into ourselves.

Silk leads us on a journey - one that is inevitable. Wow!

It simply amazes me the different twist and turns each individual takes on the same premise. Entertaining, thought provoking. Excellent.

And Christina - thank you! Thank you for comin' up with the idea, for offering up the chance to learn more about ourselves and the bloggers we enjoy reading. Sweetie - it ain't a bandwagon - it's a pleasure! ;-)

UPDATED 6/19: I'm sitting here all red faced.....I completely missed Tincanman's story....(many thanks to T1G for the nudge) This is not to be missed. Go and read. But grab a hanky. It's amazing how much emotion you can pack into 1000 words.

That Damn Quote Pen

She's at it again. TNT has started posting the quotes from our little get together a couple of weeks ago.

You know, she's always so quiet, so sweet at these little gatherings. But it's all a front. She lulls you into believing she's following the conversation, that she just sitting back and soaking it all in.

BUT DON'T BELIEVE IT! She's actually listening to every word, every sentence. Waiting to pounce with that infamous quote pen. No One Is Safe.

Hmmm.....I'm gonna have to think on this one. Meanwhile - head on over for some good laughs on some innocent (ok, not so innocent) bloggers just having your average, every day conversation.

Saturday Question

Every Saturday I'll try to come up with some "out there" question that just makes you stop and think about something not so important. Think of it as a mini vacation. If you have any ideas drop me a line and we'll throw it in here. Who knows, it might be fun.

OK - Here goes: Sunrise, Sunset or night sky?

Now...for me I do love them all. I've always enjoyed the sunrise, fresh new beginning to a new day. The birds singing, the sweetness of the morning. BUT...I also crave the sunset. The explosion of colors, the drama as day meets night. Sitting on a front porch/beach/anywhere...just taking those moments to regroup, to remember what it's all about.

But my favorite? The one thing that never fails to catch my imagination, to calm me.....the night time sky. Until I moved to Illinois I had some gorgeous veiws of the rising moon every night. (can't watch it from this house) I could sit for hours, on a blanket or sitting on a swing and just watch as the stars begin to appear, the moon as he dances across the velvet black of the sky.

I love the night.

What about you? Sunrise, Sunset or Night Sky?

Awakening - UPDATED

The phone just rang. I had drifted off earlier this evening....kinda tired lately.

Anyway - the phone.

It was Mama. She just got back from the hospital. Seems my sister got hurt at work today.

I first talk about Dee in this post - she's a firefighter and a paramedic.

So when Mama calls and tells me Dee's got hurt and had to have surgery - any number of things rush through my mind.

Seems they are using this new fancy smancy mat at the bottom of the pole. She went down the pole this afternoon but there was something wrong with the mat and her foot got caught. She niegh near broke it off. Broke every bone in her ankle. The list of what they did in surgery is long and complicated.

She'll probably have a limp the rest of her life.

It's hard to explain - it's actually a relief compared to what I was prepared to hear.

Damn - I hate when the phone rings and I'm asleep.

UPDATED 9:30am 6/18: Seems she is doing alright. Made it through the night fine. Hoping that she will be able to go home this afternoon. Mama is exhausted and a wreck but won't let me drive over there. Other issues at hand (of course nothing in my family is simple) so I'll just keep calling to check on things.

Thank you for you thoughts and concerns.

It's A BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UPDATED!!!!

I'm sitting here with chill bumps - I'm so excited.

Two of my favorite bloggers are, well, pregnant.

Margi & Kool-Aid.

Congratulations you two! I'm so happy for you!

UPDATE: WOW!! Now I see where Dana over at Note It Posts is expecting also! Very Very Cool. Congratulations Dana!!

*I know I'm a day late....but I HAD to offer my congratulations!*

How RUDE~

I tell you - I just attract the weirdos, meanies, idiots. Surely that's the only explanation. It's my infamous tin-foil hate.

Let me explain. I screwed up. I didn't plan everything out on the move like I should have - forgot to handle a few things and put myself in an embarrassing situtation. 'Nuff said.

So...after work I went to take care of everything. In the process I was sitting in a waiting room to talk to the nice lady behind the counter. There at the counter was a woman (I refuse to use the term Lady). I had forgotten something in the car and went out to get it. She saw me leave, but didn't see me come back in. I picked up my book and started reading to pass the time. What I didn't realize was I had become the hot topic of conversation.

I completely missed it.

When it came my turn the Lady working behind the counter apologized for the woman ahead of me.

Tammi - Why? What did I miss?

Lady Behind Counter - Oh, she was just talking pretty bad about you.

T - WHAT! I don't know her. What'd she say? (ever the glutton for punishment)

LBC - she was talking about how fat your legs are and how big your feet are.

.................................

If I HAD heard it...my comment would have been - And you last looked in the mirror when?????

How Rude! And why do I always run into these asswipes?

I don't want any comments telling me she's wrong - I have put on weight. I'm not fat, I'm just larger than I like to be. I guess I'm posting this for a couple of reasons.

1) She flippin' pissed me off....

2) Lesson learned - Be Nice. You never know how hard you may be kicking that person who is already down.

Holy Shit!

I thought I had neighbor issues!!!

Damn.....this wins hands down!!

Buzzzzzzzzz

Damn. There's a fly in the house.

And me - without a fly swatter.

You might not believe me but I didn't have to deal with flies the entire time I lived in Florida. Not One. Roaches? Yep. Spiders? Yep. Snakes? Yep. Misquitos? Yep. Flies? Nope.

Anyway - picture this. Big ole Tammi running around the house with a rolled up newspaper, dodging coffee table, ottoman, chair, box, dog bed, dog. Damn. Ouch. That hurt.

Well shit. How much does one fly eat any way?

Me? An Embarrassing Moment?!?

Ha. There isn't enough bandwidth in the blogsphere to list them all - but T1G asks "How have you embarrassed yourself?"

Again - it's gonna be tough to par it down, but I think I might just have it.

I used to work at an insurance company when I first got married. I was an audit rater - boring..... Anyway - somehow I had managed to get myself promoted - so the big wigs came in from Boston to present me with my promotion and some award. Whatever.

The afternoon they arrived they took me and some of the girls from the department out for dinner at my favorite Mexican resturant. Mmmmmm - margaritas. Oh, and food too. We started ordering liters. One each. And then we ordered more. And more. Then some more. We got there at 4:00 and closed the place at midnight. OUCH.

Anyway - I wasn't really on my game the next morning. Hell - I could barely remember how to make coffee, and THAT'S sayin' something.

I did manage to get dressed. That's a plus. I decided to wear my red dress - 1) it was a dress so I didn't have to coordinate 2) the red really brought out the red in my eyes and I thought that was cool 3) it was one of my favorites. Big...full....skirt. *important fact to remember for later in the story*

Anyway - I get to work and my desk was right in front of my best friends. I was hungover like a demon and she was just as bad. The difference between us is I don't get grouchy when I'm hungover - I just get quiet. She? She's a bitch on a good day, so you can only imagine. Actually her twisted sense of humor raises it's ugly head.

The ceremony is scheduled for just before noon with a lunch to celebrate. We were required to stay in our seats other than break times. That's how I'm able to fill in all the details.

At 9:15 I go on break. Smoke a cigarette and grab a cup of coffee. I'm so very tired - I just slide down into my chair at 9:30. She took break the same time as I so she sat down just before I did.

We don't say a word. The corporate guys keep coming around and asking me if everything is alright. "Sure - I'm fine." I hear her snicker. Bitch.

Finally around 11:30 it's time. My supervisor comes over to get me. All of a sudden she smacks me on the shoulder.

Tammi!! For God's sake, pull your skirt down!!!

WTF?!?!?

It seems when I slid down into my seat the skirt of my dress hung up on the back of my chair. There I had sat, all morning, with my ass hanging out.

All I could say was - at least my underwear matches my dress. And grin.

I sat there for that entire morning like that and my best friend never said a word. Her excuse? She thought I was warm and just trying to cool off!!! Like I said - bitch. (but said with love!)

But, between you, me, and the fence post.....that was about as embarrassed as I've ever been.

Tammi's Wisdom

I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are: eating too much, impulse buying, and driving too fast. Are they kidding? That is my idea of a perfect day.

What to do, what to do

Have you ever seen that Walgreens series of commercials...."In Perfect"? You know, "In the land of perfect, your camera is always loaded, your clothes are always clean...." Yeah, well in my PERFECT everyone would be happy, well rested and doing exactly what they love to do.

My beloved BlogFather is actually in a position to do what he loves to do for a living. The down side on that? Tryin' to figure out exactly what that is. And it's not an easy thing.

When I left Tropicana I took a bunch of tests. Tests to help me find out what my strengths are, where my interests lay, how to use my personality to make a living AND be happy.

The results? Sales. Outside Sales.

So....I redid my resume, highlighted those achievements and strengths and Voila! I was an outside sales rep. Wanna know a secret? I really didn't like it - let alone love it. Oh there were parts that appealed to me - but the down side was huge. I loved the freedom, but craved structure. I loved working from my home, but damn it was lonely. I love the challenge of sales - but a driving factor with me is secruity. Commission? Not so secure.

So...while the tests were right - I was good at it - they didn't capture those small but important details. They are a tad bit generic.

I knew when I was moving up here I had to make some decisions BEFORE I started the job hunt. I needed to set my priorities. So that was exactly what I did. As soon as I finished that, I started doing the old Alpha/Omega list. What I love. What I hate. You know what the hardest part of that was? Being honest. That surprised me. I had no idea how difficult it would be to put down, on a piece of paper, what was important to me. But it was....and it took a long time to work that list up.

I was lucky. I had worked in a job that was a close to perfect for me as you could ask for....but in examining it I discovered it wasn't just the job...it was the people, the product, the time in my life. If I was offered that same job, with the same expectations now - I'd turn it down. It wouldn't be right anymore. I've changed.

So......I made my list of priorities. I knew I needed to make a minimum amount of money. I had responsibilities now and I know I don't function well if money is something I worry about. I knew I wanted minimum travel. I have Cody now, and to be honest - I want to put down roots. I want to build a network of people in my day to day life. I want a life.

As the list of priorities finally reached an end it was time for that Alpha/Omega crap. I hate these. Every time I do one of these I feel like such a self-centered twit. I am always amazed at what makes me happy and what pisses me off. Such silly things sometimes. But - it's a great tool. Really it is.

Alpha - I LOVE PEOPLE. I want to fix things - situations. You know, be the hero. I love analysis. Team - building and being a part of a team.

Omega - Commission. Nope. Can't do it anymore. Travel - as little as possible.

And so it went.

The last step in the whole self discovery process - just list out your skills. For me - I'm good with people. I'm good with analysis. I'm baaaadddd with repetition. Etc. Etc. Etc.

Did I find the PERFECT job? No....but that's because not only did I change jobs I'm changing my life, and that chafes a bit. BUT.......I got the things that were on my Alpha list. And that is important.

So Harvey - as you have this opportunity to change your life - grab it with both hands. Lok at what you enjoy, what you're good at.

You've got a loving and supportive wife, a creative streak that is amazing, and a family that ADORES you!!

Good luck sweetie. I hope this helps a little bit.

Hmmm

Have you ever been in the middle of something….at work, in a conversation…when you are lambasted by a thought. A realization as it were. The kind of thing that just screws everything up? Changes everything?

Damn - don’t ya hate when that happens.

Two words that just don't cut it.....

It's 11:00pm - I just finished off a bottle of wine. I was sitting on my couch listening to the BLUES music channel all wrapped up in my blanket. Yes - I said all wrapped up in my blanket. I can do that now - since I got a real live air conditioner in my living room. It's even working. Very cool.

My hero - That 1 Guy - to the rescue. He installed both of the air conditioners - despite no real help from Ms. Notmechanicallyinclined. I'm good at fetchin' beer and cooking food - that's about it. Oh - and helping to lift heavy objects.

Anyway - I just want to say - Thanks Dude. You really don't know how much this means to me. Honestly. Thank You.

Very Cool Pics

Teresa's Young Son is over in Afghanastan. He's been sending some very cool pictures that you just really need to see.

Head on over and check 'em out.

Pretty impressive stuff.

Ahhhhhh

It's finally happened. It's been so long I almost forgot how good it felt. I almost forgot how invigorating it can be. That glow afterwards....it had become nothing but a faint memory.

As I sit here, having my cigarette I feel so much better. The smile on my face says it all.

The first of the air conditioners is in...and works like a charm. I slept like a baby in that cool refreshing breeze. I Slept.

Weekend at Mama's

Not nearly as exciting as a weekend at Bernies, but close. Decent drive, decent traffic....it was fine. It's all fine.

Got here and poor Mama! I had a list of things I needed/wanted to do and I just drug her along with me.

First we went to get the air conditioner for the bedroom! WooHoo. Cool air! AND it was on sale.

Then we head to my favorite meat market (no, I didn't take Mama out clubbing). I've got a hankerin' for some good steak on the grill and this place has GREAT meat!

I needed to get over to my sister's house to pick up the other air conditioner, but woe is me. It seems she can't find it. (How the HELL you lose a big ass air conditioner is beyond me - but then again, she IS my sister.) So it's back out shopping for an air conditioner. Got a niiiiiiccccccceeeee on. Big, with options and a remote control! :-) I'm so excited.

Last we needed to stop at Pet Smart. I'm getting stuff to leave here so I'm not hauling things back and forth. We're walkin' around, looking at bowls and toys and such when.....WHAM.....I stop dead in my tracks. It was SOOOOO cute...

**now - I am not a lover of cats. I've had them - don't want any more. PERIOD...but**

That said - this kitten is the sweetest thing ever. Blonde (I usually prefer brunetts) and just so still, and cuddly. Ohhhh....look at those little eyes. And Cody would love a little sister to play with. And it's so tiny - how big could it possibly get. I'm sure I could train it to stay off the tables, and I hear you can get them to use the people potty instead of a litter box. Oh.....she's just soooo cute..............................

Thank You

The mailman was just here. He brought me a package.

It's a beautiful card and a sinfully fabulous candle.

It was from Sissy. Sweet, silly Girl...actually thought she needed to thank ME for the little gathering last week.

Nope Sis.....it was completely my pleasure.

But thanks for the candle!

Saturday Question of the Day

Every Saturday I'll try to come up with some "out there" question that just makes you stop and think about something not so important. Think of it as a mini vacation. If you have any ideas drop me a line and we'll throw it in here. Who knows, it might be fun.

I've been a little lax, with all the moving and stuff. Thanks Sally for reminding me - I almost forgot all about it!

OK - Here goes:

What is your favorite scent?

We have 5 senses and I've always believed that scent was the most powerful. It brings pleasure or pain, floods us with memories. Yeah - scent is a strong trigger.

For me I love the fragrance of apples and cinnimon in my home. Usually it's what I have in the kitchen - but this house is so small it's just everywhere. It just smells like home, baking apple pie, making apple butter, cool fall days just hanging out in the kitchen. Halloween and Thanksgiving. Simple things.

I also love a deep musky herbal frangrance that I found in some candles at Pier 1. I can't describe it......but it's called Tuscan Herb and just gives you a warm, cared for, welcome feeling.

So - what is your favorite scent?

What I Miss From Childhood

Sissy tagged me with the Childhood Memories Meme. Heh. She actually thinks I'm past my childhood! What a sweetie......

Anyway there are some rules involved with this one. I gotta do something with the list of passeroners (as links). Oh, remove #1 and bump everyone up one and put my blog in the #5 spot. ?!?!?

1. Riehlworldview
2. Third World County
3. Pull My Finger
4. And What Next...
5. Tammi's World

Then tag 4 bloggers and pass this along - nahhh. I think just about everyone I know has already been tagged.

So let's start this little stroll down memory lane.....

I Miss:

1) The big family gathers at my grandparents farm. All of my aunts and uncles were still alive (24 including spouses) and there were about 30 cousins. Food as far as the eye could see. The smell of bread baking in the oven, the sounds of the guitar and singing coming from the living room. Sitting on the front porch swing with my closest cousins - giggling and chattering. Helping Grandpa bring in the cows. Running from that damned rooster. Hugs, kisses, smiles and laughter. The world was safe and small.

2) The golden years (in my opinion) of Notre Dame football. I was obsessed. After Daddy was gone, I still never missed a game. And since I didn't have anyone to talk about it with I wrote letters. To the team. Telling them how proud I was of them, but also pointing out what I thought needed improvement and even going so far as to develop a few new plays for them. (the very beginning of "this is what I'm gonna need for you to do....."). We took the championship in '73 and you couldn't have found a happier little girl. I wore nothing but navy and gold, occasionally a little green. All I talked about was ND.

3) My animal print footie pajamas. DAMN I loved those! My cousin and I had matching sets and we thought we were stylin'! I remember one time Mama told me to go clean up and put on something fun...we were goin' shopping. Imagine her surprise when I came downstairs with my hair in what can only be described as a punk do (5 yr olds version of a pony tail) and my footie pajamas. WHAT?!? You said something FUN! Anyway - I really did love those jammies!

4) I miss our New Years Eve. It was my parents anniversary and always a very magical time. We still had all the Christmas stuff up so the house was just beautiful. Mama would spend all day putting together a special meal - humming and smiling. We girls would help however we could. Everything had to be perfect. That night it would be a wonderful dinner, complete with toasts. Just us. Then we girls would go to bed early (and of course sneak back up) so they could have some quiet time. Just the sight of my parents snuggling on the couch in the glow of the candles. That's my picture of love.

5) Field Trials. My God-father raised bird dogs and during the fall they held field trials where you'd take the dogs out and have a little competition (not like I remember who won or lost - it was just fun). The air would be autum crisp and we went rain or shine. Riding the horses through the fields, campfires, yummy outdoor cooking, friends and family. Just a weekend out. No phones, no TVs, not even a radio. And his dog Cindy - damn that dog was sharp! We were the envy of everyone.

I'd add in that I miss tormenting my sister, but hey - I still do that on a regular basis! ;-)

Ahhh the memories

I was watching Bull Durham (what a classic that is!) and it came to one of my favorite scenes. It's when they are on the road trip and Crash bets he can get them a rainout for the next game. That night he and some of the other guys on the team break into the ball park and start the sprinklers. Then run the bases, sliding in the mud.

Just watching that makes me smile. Brings back memories of mud football. Playin' out in the rain and mud. So much laughter, so very much fun.

But it didn't stop there.....once everyone was tired of the football we'd pull out the shaving creme. (mind out of gutter, NOW, Harvey!) There we'd all be, wet, muddy, exhausted - with the messiest shaving creme fight imaginable.

Damn, those were good times.

Have I mentioned how much I love that movie?!?

The Way The Mind Spins

Christina has done it again. The blogsphere is a buzz with her latest project.

She's started a fiction challenge. A topic is presented and you have 1000 words to tell a story.

I am so very impressed with what everyone has done.

Being a bit biased let's start with my blogbro T1G. He's got a thought provoking spin on things - but then, I would expect nothing less. I think the title sums it up perfectly. FEAR.

Dash shares a tale of courage. And it's good. Really good.

Joe over at Cadilac Tight has a chilling spin on his story. I don't want to spoil it so hurry up and go read. I read it twice. Just to make sure I didn't miss anything.

Guy over at Snugg Harbor takes us in a direction that will, well....just go read it.

Still one more story due in, so check back with The Fiesty One for updates.

I just want to say how impressed I am with everyone's work. Holy Cow. And I just LOVE the way it started with a simple topic, and everyone went in a different direction. Ahhh the way the mind spins........I can't wait for the next installment.

I Didn't Mention..

I'm still home. From Work. Waiting on the Landlord. Damn neighborhood kids.

I gots teenagers next door. Neither Cody or I like them. Nope, not at all. Especially now....

Seems they had a bit of excess energy last night and decided there was nothing more exciting than throwing shit. Hard shit, like stones. At my house. Particularly my windows.

Yep! Nothin' like a little excitement.

Scared the shit out of me.

Damned kids.

So I'm waiting for the landlord to get here and fix the window. I'm not leaving this house open. Especially not now.

Sleepy....soooo sleepy

2 hours sleep. 2 flippin' hours.

I'm hot. It's miserable.

Poor Cody.

I cannot wait to get those air conditioners. I cannot express that strongly enough.

And today? Today I get to play in the plant all afternoon. Have I mentioned the furnaces? The hot metal? Is there a word that is hotter than hot? Yeah - that's what I'm lookin' for.

I keep saying I can do anything for a year. Right now I've brought that focus down....2 days. Just 2 short days. I can stand anything for 2 days.

Damn, I miss my pool!!!!!

Honest

One of the biggest challenges I face every day at work is managing the customers expectations. You know, making sure they know they matter but also keeping it all in perspective.

I work with 2 plants. the one we just aquired and was the main reason I was hired. So....they are a bit, oh lets just say behind in their deliveries. To be honest - it's pretty bad. But it gets better every day.

But we have one customer that does the largest bulk of our business. You all know the 80/20 rule. 80% of your business being done by 20% of your customer base. Yeah - well, just throw that one out the window in this case.

Anyway - we're on a conference call and talking about scheduling. After about 5 mins I realize this customer honestly believes that they are our ONLY customer. They truly think it's all about them.

Now how in the hell do I manage expectations like THAT!?!? For cryin' out loud, even in my OJ days Wal-Mart was more reasonable than THAT.

How on earth did THAT misconception ever get started?!? Well, I'm sure it was all innocent enough in the beginning. New relationship, promises made, bragging. Then everything got pushed to accomidate the new guy. Those customers that were the bread and butter, the smaller guys, started getting put on the back burner. Calls not returned, orders shipped late. ANYTHING the new guy wanted, the new guy got. They spoiled them. Plain and simple. And it was unreasonable. Completely.

NOW...we got us a mess on our hands. And I do mean a mess......I'm dealing with the other 99% of the customers and, well, they ain't happy. They don't believe a word I say. Ouch.

So....I'm doin' me some wooing. I'm making promises - and then making them happen. Voila! I'm the hero. But that is a lot of pressure. I can't miss. It's quite the tight rope.

That all just reinforces my believe that it's important to just be honest. I am who I am. Period. What you see is pretty much what you get. If you ask me a question - I'll tell you the truth. I may not offer it up, but if you ask, I'll answer. I don't make promises I can't keep...I don't brag unless I can back it up. It works well in business....and in my life.

So my little advice today is easy. Just be honest. Communicate. Let the people in your business (and life) know whats going on....if you're busy, something broke, or you have to refocus. They will take that better than you think. I deliver bad news all the time. But the secret is I deliver. They know whats going on. Good or Bad.

It's how I run my business and how I run my life. Communicate. It seems to work pretty well. So, what's your secret to success?

Huh

You Are 55% Normal (Somewhat Normal)

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

I think I'll just let this one speak for itself. ;-)

Stolen from BlogSis Michele

Smash Tells IT Like It Is

If you don't read another thing today follow this link to Smash's and read CLARITY.

Do It NOW.

And I couldn't agree more!

It's Gonna Be A BIG Week!

Patience is a virtue. I believe that. I don't practice it much - but I believe it.

I've been very patient. Yes I have. And NOW for the payoff!!

I get the big air conditioner for the main part of the house this weekend from my sister. WooHoo.

I'm getting the smaller unit for my bedroom this weekend. (hmmm...what's wrong with THAT picture - smaller unit? Bedroom? Oh, never mind!) WooHoo.

My landlord just dropped off my brand spanking new screen door for the back! WooHoo!!

AND.....wait for it.....wait for it.....He's buying me a new storm door for the back too!! I can hardly contain my excitement.

Hell - I'm almost civilized!!!

I Got It!!

I got my Blackfive T-shirt today!!!

Ain't they purty?!?!

Have you ordered yours yet?! NO! Well get your hiney over there and get one!

All net proceeds are donated to Soldiers' Angels. So hurry up!!

Tammi's Wisdom

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends.

My Little Adventure

Well that was interesting. Quite the little adventure if I must say so myself.

I had a hair appointment. In "the city". With someone I had never met before. I was a bit nervous.

So.....I leave out from work at 5:00. Plenty of time...as long as I don't get lost. I kinda knew the way to the mall....sorta. So, I drive up the highway - making good time. Turn off and take the one road I'm sure of. So far so good. I'm on the phone with Teresa when I get to a stop sign.

"Hmmmm" says Tammi. "I think I'm supposed to turn right here - but I'm not 100% sure".

Teresa: "Uh Oh."

Tammi: Ok - I'll turn, but I think I'm wrong."

I was right. There it was - THE MALL - just up the road and around the curve.

Damn - I'm almost an hour early. Didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would. So I have a choice. Sit and talk to Teresa or shop. Shop in some of my favorite stores. I talked. (surprised ya didn't I)

Anyway - the girl that did my hair is a doll!! I like her a lot. The color turned out perfect - but the cut. The cut. Well, it's short. But I think I can train her - and it will grow. Eventually. I hope.

The real adventure came getting home. There is a family crisis of sorts going on right now and my phone was going crazy. I got turned around and ended up driving all over "the city". I finally stopped and back tracked. I knew damned well it didn't take this long to get to 39.

Well shit. It was within a block of where I started.

Did I mention my hair was short? Yeah, well, it is.

I finally get home at 10:30. Poor Cody. I've got him outside. He just realized the people that live behind me have a fire going and he wants to go play. I think he's lookin' for a beer. Damned dog.

Anyway - I survived. Got a new hair stylist. (did I mention it's short?) AND I got good and lost yet found my way home.

Gee - wonder what trouble I'll find tomorrow night?!?!

It's just futile

So I had this hankerin’ for tacos at lunch today (damn you Joe!). There’s this little place downtown that does a pretty good job so I called and ordered some take out.

I’m drivin’ along, listening to a new-to-me radio station when I realized they were talking about ME. Well, not me, but hey – I fall into that category!

Let me see if I can explain……..

The guys were sayin’ that there is NOTHING that a woman can say, how ever innocent, that cannot be made into a sexual comment.

For example:

She said: I like to work out

He said: I’ll give you a good work out.

OK – that one was easy

She said: I like to write letters

He said: do you like a soft lead or a hard lead.

That was when I realized I’m just gonna have to give up the fight. Throw in the towel. Either that or just stop talking. (Like THAT will ever happen!) You see – many of you may not realize it, but I have a gift. Or a curse, depending on how you look at it. I say the worst things in the most innocent manner. I don’t mean them the way they come out – honest I don’t. If I do…you know it by the glint in my eye and the smirk on my face. But in normal conversation – it don’t matter. Something will come out wrong. I guarantee it.

So…..I might as well surrender now. I’ll never win this one. Even if I DO get a good filter installed in my brain, things will still come out wrong.

Oh Well…….at least it’s always good for a laugh.

Starting Over....AGAIN

Well, I did it. I'm takin' the plunge. It's past time. I've been remiss in my responsibilities these last few weeks and it's time to just get 'er done.

'Er being my hair.

I finally broke down yesterday and called the local salon - same chain I was visiting in Orlando. Tonite is the night. Cut and color.

Holy shit.

The idea of some strange woman standing behind me with sissors....and control....YIKES!

I told the girl when I scheduled the appointment that I get really nervous the first time someone does my hair.

She promised they'd be gentle.

I wonder if they use that line on everyone?

Enough Already

I am a smoker. I know, I know, I know. It's bad for me....I'm well aware of every single pitfall. But for whatever it's worth - I smoke. And I'm not a light smoker - I have a pretty hefty habit going.

I started when I was 9 years old. Mama came out to the kitchen one morning and found me with a cup of coffee, smoking a cigarette. When she "asked" what was goin' on my response was simple. They told me it would make me stop growing. (remember the wives tale - it'll stunt your growth? yeah, well, I was counting on it.)

Anyway - despite every punishment you could imagine and a couple that might just surprise you - I kept the habit. I only quit once, and that was when I was pregnant. After the miscarraige I went back at it even heavier.

I've tried to quit a few times - for my own reasons. In fact - I had decided when I started this job that I was giving myself one month - just one month - then the slow down starts. Tomorrow - no smoking during working hours. Next week - add in drive time. Give myself a couple weeks than cut out nights (except for bar nights - come on....give me a break!) Eventually nada, nothing. I will be done. Don't talk to me about cold turkey. I've smoked over 2 packs a day for over 20 years. I know me, I know my body. We're gonna try it this way.

Anyhow - while visiting T1G's site - he points out an article talking about raising taxes to give smokers motivation to quit.

Kiss. My. Ass.

That's almost enough to make me smoke more.

I remember when cigarettes were less than $1 a pack. I swore when they hit $1 I'd quit. Nope. $2 then. No - still smoking. $3 - I did switch to generic, but the smokes still rising. If you've got a habit - that crap isn't gonna work. Not one bit. Oh, some may use it as a motivator - but for most of us - forgetaboutit.

I've been known to choose cigarettes over food. THAT'S sayin' something.

But what gets me the most is the fact that people will actually fall for this bull shit.

It's just an excuse to raise taxes. Pure and simple. And by couching it as "being helpful" they are hopeful that people will actually support it.

When I lived in Florida we passed the smoking ban. (I say we - I voted against it.) No smoking in resturants and most bars. What did I do? Went to outdoor bars/resturants or just flippin' stayed home. Heck it's more fun to hang out in a home with friends than it is in a bar - and damn, did I start saving money!!

I'm NOT saying that smoking is good. I'm not proud that this, this, thing has such a strangle hold on my life. I'm not. BUT.....I don't want the government involved. Nope. Not at all.

Don't worry about my health. I'm a big girl - I make my own decisions. And don't pretend that you're doin' this for me. I won't be your poster child. I won't be your chimp.

He's A WONDERFUL Little Man

I feel terrible. In talking with Bou the other day, she told me it was Bones', her youngest son, birthday today. Today he is 6 years old.

I will never forget the first night I met Bou and the boys. They had come to Orlando to go to Sea World and invited me to accompany them to dinner.

I met them at their hotel. The smile started as they entered the lobby of the hotel. What a precious sight.

All three of the boys were delightful - each with his own charm, his own sweet character. But Bones? Oh, what a charmer that one is.

We had a wonderful dinner than the boys went swimming and Bou and I sat by the pool having the first of many wonderful conversations.

As the evening drew to a close, and I walked them back to their elevator - I feel a tug on the hem of my shirt. I look down and there are a pair of the clearest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, looking up at me with the softest glow. Miss Tammi? Will I see you again?

To say I melted is not even close. My heart swelled, and I have to admit - I fell in love.

Like I said - a charmer. Pure and simple.

Happy Birthday Bones. 6 Years Old. WoW.

and yeah baby - you'll see me again! And this time I get a hug!!!!

Maybe a bit of insight is in order....

If you read my post from Sunday about feeling so betrayed about Tropicana you are probably thinking to youself one of two things.

1) What a flippin' drama queen. Get over yourself!

or

2) So....that effects you how?!?!?!

Let me offer a bit of an explaination - for no other reason than hopefully you won't think I've completely lost my mind.

When I worked at Tropicana - it consumed my life. Totally. Oh, it was something I allowed to happen - actually it was my M.O. I was a complete workaholic. I always had been. But with this job it was different. It was the first job I had where if I screwed up - people noticed.

I traveled ALOT. I worked weekends, I brought work home with me. Every friend I had was a teammate at Tropicana.

One day my boss called me in and told me I HAD to take vacation. I had to take time off. No Choice. I had just pulled an all nighter in the office and he was PISSED. So I did. I took a week off. I have never been so bored in all my life. Holy Cow. No one to talk to (they had all been told NOT to talk to me about work if I called - hell, what else do you talk about?!?!) No where to go, except the beach. And I woke up in the middle of the week and realized I was lonely as hell.

So.......I backed off a bit. It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. Then - glory glory I met a man. He was a wonderful man. He made me laugh. He enjoyed talking with me. AND he didn't drink juice! WooHoo! We dated, fell in love and decided that maybe marriage would be a good thing. It was a very nice time.

Now - me being me - I still worked a lot. By most peoples standards. Most every night I had some report to run or some fire to put out. I made time for him - but that was just it. Everything had to fit around my work schedule. I still traveled. ALOT. I did cut back from what I was doing.....but still....

Then one day it was over. (much more dramatic than that - but it's a story for another day.) Later, after the tears were dry and the pain had lessoned - and our friendship was still standing, we actually talked about the "why we didn't work". (call me glutton for punishment!) You know the main reason for our break-up?! You guessed it. My work. My inability to step back - to step away.

But I truly believed that what I was doing mattered. I had the opportunity to do some small, little thing that would help people. I made my job more important than him. I made it more important than life, happiness.

Now, the reasonable side of me says - come on Tammi! Those were all choices and decisions you made of your own free will. But look deeper. I did this because I believed in what I was doing. I believed that it mattered - even just a bit.

So, when I read that article on Sunday all I could think of was all that I missed. The time with friends and loved ones. The hours on a boat - lost. The sunsets missed. Because I believed a lie.

But I did learn a lesson. Again. There is no loyalty in business. No matter what anyone tells you. YOU have to watchout and take care of YOU. Choose your priorities. But choose wisely. There is no going back. What is lost is just that. Lost.

So you see - it's just me feeling a bit pissy. I'm over it now. But man oh man oh man.....I was ticked off on Sunday - let me tell you!!!

Starting to Pay Off

The day before I picked up Cody I went shopping. I bought bowls, a pen, a little mat and toys.

One of the toys I bought him was a stuffed squirrel. It's one of his favorites. He tears into that thing on a regular basis. Slings it around, gnaws on it....basically just abuses the hell out of it.

I just looked outside. He has a squirrel treed. :-)

Thats my boy.

Now, what I'll do if I find one on my back door step dead - I don't know. But still......

Just a suggestion

If you happen to be building a home or office, adding a bathroom or even doing some remodeling....I have just one itty bitty suggestion.

Do not put the air conditioning vent on the floor right next to the toilet.

Yeah - not so good.

Really chilly!

That's all I'm sayin'.

Pump You Up!

Have you been over to Ogre's new site yet? And it's new in more ways than one. It's a horizontal blog. Instead of scrolling up and down, it flows from left to right. Took me a few minutes to get used to it, but I like it. It's different.

And he did it all himself. Very cool!

Ogre is to blame, oops I mean helped to pull this site together. With his new side gig, Pumping Pixels, you get creativity (you can expect nothing less from Ogre) and service. He took care of everything while I was busy driving cross country and putting 10 tons of crap in a shoebox!

Seriously - if you are looking to beef up your site, or move and want help in designing - contact Ogre. He rocks!!!

A Day to Remember

June 6th. D-Day.

Laughing Wolf has posted the link to last years D-Day Blogburst that Blackfive organized.

Have you visited the National D-Day Memorial in Bedford VA? I know it's on my list of places I want to get to.

Today is a day to remember. Remember the bravery and the sacrifice.

Photo courtesy of Naval Historical Center

I Feel So USED!

DAMNIT! I am so angry right now I can barely think in English! It's the kind of anger brought on by being used, by being lied to, by being betrayed.

Y'all know I worked for Tropicana OJ - who is owned by PepsiCo. I loved that job. I believed in the company I worked for, and most importantly I believed in my product. I worked VERY hard at that job. I went to classes and meetings and learned about my product - Orange Juice. Tropicana Orange Juice. I took a lot of pride in the fact that it was something that was good for you - something that helped people. And I spread that word far and wide.

So you can imagine my pride, my excitement back in March of 2002 when we, Tropicana, announced that it had been proven that 2 or more glasses of OJ a day was good for your heart. Helped to reduce blood pressure, helped with cholestrol. I spread that news far and wide. I preached it in the stores, I put together fliers to hand out, I sponsered special events with my customers to educate the consumer. We could say that because we had proof. They, upper managment and research and development, told us so. They said the tests had been run and it was a fact.

Well - seems they lied. Seems they didn't really have that proof. Seems they were so desperate to win that flippin' juice war that they were prepared to say what ever they felt needed to be said.

June 2 Businessweek put out an article saying that Tropicana has pulled the claim of being HEART HEALTHY. They pulled it because the FDA found out they don't have the proof.

They didn't have the proof. They lied to me. They lied to all of us. I spent precious time and energy on a lie.

Damn them.

Now - you're probably thinking I'm over reacting. And maybe I am. But you know what?! I hate to be used. I hate to be lied to. And I really believed them. I took pride in something that was no more than some rich businessman's wet dream. "If we make it the healthiest juice ever, more people will buy it and I will make even MORE money." Well screw that. I never thought it was ALL about the money - I thought it was about making a quality product that helped.

Silly me. There I go - trusting again.

Training Cody

I know, I know. I really need to post some new pictures of Cody. Damn is he getting big. Over 25 pounds now (at just over 4 months). I'll get to it...promise.

Anyway - he spends his weekends outdoors. The yard is big, fenced and he LOVES it. It's his domain.

Now...I'll be the first to admit he is not a well trained puppy. Oh, he can sit with the best of 'em. Well, if he isn't other wise focused, but he CAN sit. Really.

Down - well, he knows what it means. He just doesn't like it.

No - I think he thinks it's a part of his name. No Cody No. Kinda like when you hear someone call you by your full name, you know you're introuble. When I yell No Cody No it's one of the few times he actually gets down!

Anyway - he's a friendly dog. LOVES people. (no comment from Friday night - that was just sick) ANYWAY - he is friendly. BUT if he doesn't like you - nothing is going to change that. Hmmmm sounds kinda familiar. He HATES the teenagers that live next door. Despises them. It's the first time I've seen him react that way to anyone. I'm not discouraging it. I'm not overly fond of them myself so I like the fact that he makes a bit of noise when they are around.

Just now I hear all hell breaking loose in the backyard. Cody is barking and growling and making all sorts of demon dog noises. Of course I run to the back door to see what is going on. Now - while my yard is fenced, the fence isn't in the best of shape. Just enough wire to keep the dog in. Anyway - there is someone hanging out in my backyard. Some guy that I don't know. An uninvitied guest as it were. And Cody was having none of it.

Problem is.....Cody is 4 months old. Well, that and he's a wimp. All bark and no bite.....usually. he was standing in front of the back door just raising hell. My "guest" was just sauntering through the yard - on his way to the neighbors.

I'm glad he recognizing strangers from visitors. I'm glad he didn't go charging out there - he is still a puppy and could have gotten hurt. But I'll be very glad when he's big enough to do more than bark.

Thank You

I've started about 6 different posts about Friday night....blow by blow, funny, whimsical, flat out fiction - but none of them felt right. So I guess I'll just put it plainly.

What am I talking about? I had some bloggers over for dinner and a bit of a bonfire. Sweet Sissy came out to visit me and I wanted everyone to have a chance to relax and spend some time together. So......

I had a wonderful time.

We ate, we drank, we talked, we laughed - hell we even had a fire!

So thank you Sissy! Thank you (and Kiki) for coming to visit me. You are welcome anytime.........Thank you Teresa, Joe, Harvey & TNT, Grau, Little Joe and Anathematized. It was wonderful having y'all over.......we'll just have to make sure we do that again!

BTW - Cody had one hell of a hangover yesterday. Poor pooch, just laid around in the grass all day! Hee.......

Like Fighting with One Hand Tied Behind My Back

I've already mentioned I'm havin' some folks over so we can all spend some quality time with Sissy who has traveled so far to see us. I'm cooking - or at least I'm trying to.

You see - I thought I'd make a simple meal - tastey, filling, relaxed. So...pulled pork sandwiches. 1 batch extra spicey w/BBQ, 1 mild w/BBQ, and one plain. I've just put the roasts in the oven....I like to slow roast them so the meat just wallows in the spices. Huh. I know I've got a couple of roasting pans. Where..oh, that's right.....we only unpacked one! OK - I'll adapt. No problem.

Baked beans. Wait. I'm using the only roasting pan and the only baking pan for the roasts. WTF do I do now. OK - I'll just use this pretty cassarole dish. That works. Sorta. huh.

Corn on the cob. For 9. Well shit....where is that big soup pot of mine?!?! Oh. Never mind. I'll just use my two dutch ovens. But then where do I put the pork while it's soaking in the BBQ? That's ok...I'll figure out something.

I want to do a relish tray. DAMNIT!! I can't make the cucumbers all wavy and pretty. Well, that won't do. Not at all. Fine....I'll just buy one ready made! HA!

Turtle cake for dessert. WAIT! I'm using the 9 x 13 pan for the baked beans!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!

This is like trying to win a three legged race without a partner!

But wait....I can smell the roasts. Hmmm garlic.....hmmm the spices just blend perfectly.......

Yeah - I can do this! It's gonna be goooooooooddddd!

*post script - grocery shopping with That 1 Guy? What a HOOT!! I don't think I've had That Much Fun shopping for food EVER! Thanks Dude!

Heh

I LOVE THIS!!!

Big thanks to Randy at A Secular Franciscan!

Different

Hmmmm.....I'm different. Not just from other people, but from me! I can see changes in my thought process and habits and everything!

No....I'm not turning into a liberal. THAT would not be changing, it would be more like losing my mind!

But I HAVE changed. One thing I noticed is that I'm not watching the news as much. Used to be FOX news played ALL THE TIME on my TV. Hell - in Orlando I had 2x as many TV channels...and still it was FOX New, my laptop and me. Now - my computer is on the kitchen table, I can still see/hear the TV but I spend most of my time watchin' movies (many that I've already seen) or trying to catch up on blogging.

I don't "surf" like I used to. I'll hit some sites and then just shut 'er down. I used to just surf and surf and surf. Not so much now.

Oh - I laugh more. Hell...I got going so bad yesterday at work I thought I'd embarrass myself!!

I'm kinda lettin' myself fall apart physically. When I had breakfast with my best friend last weekend the first thing she noticed is my cut down, unpolished nails. Normally - no matter what my nails are trimmed, finished and polished. I even have a "signature" color. But the move tore them down bad and I haven't done anything about it.

I am finally starting to wear a bit of make-up again. But not much......just enough to keep from scaring the natives.

I now know where the salon I want to use is located so it would be easy to schedule an appointment for a cut and color. Have I? Nope. And I have no idea when I will.

Yesterday I was all but mainlining chocolate. Seriously. Every time the damned phone rang I opened a Hershey Kiss. I've now limited myself to 1/4 of my wardrope. AND....there is no way I can do the gym. I'm already up and gone early enough as it is. Plus - I get home at 6:04 each night. By the time I let Cody out, give him some attention and feed him it's too late to be working out. Oh, I'm walking in the evening. Just not like I should. Plus - I'm eating like a cow!! Man o man o man. THAT has got to be reigned in.

I'm not depressed. No - just the opposite. I'm very content. I'm happy for the most part. And I'll take content over happy any day. I don't know what it is. But there are times I'll just notice something I said or did and wonder where the HELL that come from!

I worry that I'm becoming boring. That's I'm losing my edge. Huh....guess we'll just have to see.

But it's just weird. Most of the time we can't see or feel the changes. I can. Everyday I notice something different. I'm in a very reflective mood. Not bad...just reflective.

So....I guess since I blog most of my thoughts, we'll just see what happens. We'll observe these changes together. I can't promise anything riveting - but I can promise something different. How different is yet to be seen!!

Ladder 49

I think I've mentioned before that my sister is a firefighter/paramedic and I am very proud of her. I can't imagine what she sees and does.

She had recommended that I watch Ladder 49 when I got the chance. I had rented it once during a business trip, but it didn't end until around 1:00am and I fell asleep during the last 5 mins. But what I saw was....incredible.

Last night I rented it again. I know, I have a lot of work to do, but I'm feeling kind "mushy" right now, and I figured it was the best time to watch it.

It. Rocks.

That's all I can say. Don't worry about who is in it.....watch it. It really is a great movie.

And it yet again reaffirms just why I'm so damned proud of my sister!

Just one quote (paraphrased):

"I'm often asked what makes firefighters run into burning buildings when everyone is running out.......It's courage"

Yeah it is. It certainly is.

Host Issues

Well Damnit! My site is loading slow (both for y'all and me) and posting a comment is a real trial (thanks for those that have, even with the delay).

I've got a call and email in to my Host so hopefully this will be resolved soon.

Sorry folks - I'll get it taken care of!

Bull

WOW!

I saw the biggest bull I have ever seen in my life today. And I'm not stranger to Bulls!

My grandpa had a dairy farm and I had to help out at times. NO I never tried to milk the bull (I've always known the difference) he was there, in a seperate pasture and we knew enough to leave him the hell alone.

He was big - but not like this one!!

Even raised beef cattle for a while. Buy the steers when they were 3 or 4 days old - bottle feed them, play with them (fun little critters, like really big dogs, but more clumsy) them bucket break them. You get them in the spring and by fall they would be ready to go in with the big boys. But we always butchered at about 1300 lbs.

THIS DUDE TODAY WAS A MONSTER!! I nearly drove off the road gawkin' at him.

Holy Cow. wait - maybe in this instance it should be Sacred Steer. Bonevolent Bodine. Anyway you say it....damn that dude was huge!!

*just thought I'd share a bit of my daily commute with y'all!

My Gentle Man

I've been thinkin' about Daddy a bit lately. Oh, he's always just a thought away, but this is more than is normal for me. I don't know if it's the rural area I'm in, the fact that Father's Day is coming or what but lots of memories have been running through my mind and I kind of need to get them out.

I introduced you to Daddy in this post last year. I should probably wait until Father's day to put this up, but there's a reason I'm thinking about it now....so there must be a reason to write it.

My father was what I would call a gentle man and a gentleman. Mama was the disciplinarian in our household. Daddy didn't really get mad - well except for that once when my puppy messed on the floor. No, he didn't have much of a temper at all - but he took his responsibilities very seriously.

I was a tad bit overly dramatic growing up - I know, hard to believe, huh! ;-) Anyway - my favorite trick was to run away. We lived on US 20 but out in the country. One afternoon Daddy saw this tall lanky girl walkin down the side of the road, dragging her suitcase. He just pulled the truck over and stood by the tailgate. I simply turned around, still dragging my suitcase and walked back to the truck. He put the suitcase in the bed and got in the truck. I also climbed in. We drove the 10 mins. back home and he parked the truck. Not One Word Was Spoken By Either Of Us.

I knew the drill - I went immediately to the basement and awaiting my "come-uppance". You can only imagine my surprise when it was Daddy that came downstairs, he NEVER spanked us. At least not in my memory.

He standing there with tears in his eyes. "Baby girl, you know I gotta do this. But (and he really said this) know it's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you."

Me: Oh Daddy (now crying) I don't want to hurt YOU! You don't HAVE to do this. Honest.

Daddy:

I got a lot of spankings as a child - this one is the most memorable. It was also the last time I tried to run away. Not because it physically hurt so much - it was all the other stuff.

Daddy always had a little smirk on his face. Well, maybe not a smirk - more of a small grin. He saw humor in most everything. He wasn't loud or pushy. He didn't talk much at all - but when he did, you really wanted to listen. It was always worth it.

He never talked about his childhood. Never. I never heard stories about his brothers and sisters, going to school, working the farm. I think it wasn't a very good time - growing up. But he was a good son, a good brother. He want out to his parents farm and always helped out. Lambing, potato time, apple pickin'. Just because. Looking back and I can see where it wasn't comfortable for him, and now that I know more about that whole thing - I'm so proud of the man that he was, bigger than the hurt, gentler than the memories.

Everyone called him Babe. I don't know how he got that nickname, but the only people that called him by his real name were his family and strangers.....hmmmm guess that says something.

I remember working out in the yard with him. We had 3 acres with 150 trees and, man were there sticks to pick up, trimming to do. Yuck. BUT....he was very picky about his yard. So we all worked at it together. And at the end of the day - we'd all sit out on the swing and admire all our hard work. He'd tell us how grateful he was for our help......then chide me because I slacked a bit. It was a running joke with us. You see, I was the lazy one. :-)

I think about him teaching me to cook - made even funnier by the fact that he burnt everything he touched. It's one reason I like extra crisp bacon, crunchy fried potatoes and double toasted bread.

I think about those 30 minutes after he just got home from work. It was from 3:00-3:30 every afternoon. I'd have cookies on a plate and a mug of coffee and a glass of milk sitting at the table. We'd spend that time talking. OK - I'd talk but he would smile, nod ask questions and laugh. I flat out lived to make my Daddy laugh. That was our time. And we used it well.

Even now - 30 odd years later - I still see glimpses of his smile, or "THAT" look. Even now I miss him every day. My cousin and I often talk about "if only". I know that is counterproductive, but it's also human nature. If Only Daddy were here.......

It's That Time....AGAIN!

Holy Cow - it's June 1st. Already. Again.

It's hurricane season! And from what I'm hearing they are calling for a rough one - at least 4 storms this year at Cat. 3 level.

Everyone that hears I moved here from Florida makes a crack about it being smart after last years storms, that at least I won't have to worry.

Not WORRY! Are they nuts!!!!! Some of the people I love most in life are down there - I won't be able to get to them, be a safe place for them, know what's REALLY going on. Nope - I don't like that one bit.

Last year, hurricane season was HELL. Pure and simple. Scary for me, scary for my friends, killed my business. Hell. Yeah, that about covers it.

But this year - I'll be up here. I'll have to rely on phones and emails. I hate that. The TV NEVER shows what is really going on. Its usually much worse than anything they show or tell.

So.........you FLORIDA BLOGGERS..........stay on your toes. Get ready NOW. Don't assume it's gonna miss you - remember Charlie last year? Take it seriously.

And let me know if you need anything.....

Hurricane Season - June 1 - Nov. 30.