Please leave a comment with your guess!
Later!!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Another Wordless Wednesday
Here's the photo for this week's Wordless Wednesday!!
Please leave a comment with your guess!
Later!!
Please leave a comment with your guess!
Later!!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Answer to Wordless Wednesday photo question
Well, apparently there isn't too many of you interested in my Wordless Wednesday photo game....but I'm not going to give up yet!
I only received two comments/guesses, and neither of them said to NOT post what they said. So.....
Dickie said : FLOWER BUT DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND
Jean from Prim Crafts said : Looks like it could be a tulip. Maybe an iris.
They are both partially correct. It IS a flower, just not a tulip or an iris. It it what we always called "railroad flowers" because the grew along the railroad tracks in Ohio. They are actually called Tawny or Orange Daylily or the Ditch Daylily. They are wonderful for places that you don't want to hassle with, grow well in poor soil and don't need to be given attention.
I'm going to continue with Wordless Wednesday for a few weeks. I may change the day for the answer to the Wordless Wednesday question from Thursday to Saturday, but I'm not sure.
Please pass on the word about my blog. I really need more readers! More readers will mean more posts!! LOL Plus, if I get more readers I will post more of my manuscript for your comments and opinions!
Blessings y'all!
Dodadaghovi
I only received two comments/guesses, and neither of them said to NOT post what they said. So.....
Dickie said : FLOWER BUT DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND
Jean from Prim Crafts said : Looks like it could be a tulip. Maybe an iris.
They are both partially correct. It IS a flower, just not a tulip or an iris. It it what we always called "railroad flowers" because the grew along the railroad tracks in Ohio. They are actually called Tawny or Orange Daylily or the Ditch Daylily. They are wonderful for places that you don't want to hassle with, grow well in poor soil and don't need to be given attention.
Here is the original photo:
Please pass on the word about my blog. I really need more readers! More readers will mean more posts!! LOL Plus, if I get more readers I will post more of my manuscript for your comments and opinions!
Blessings y'all!
Dodadaghovi
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Something new....
I'm starting something new today. It's Wednesday, the traditional "hump day" of the week, the middle of the week. What I'm going to be doing every Wednesday for a while is this.
I will post a picture that I have taken. There will be no theme or anything, just random pictures. After today there will be no words at all, only the picture. AND, here's the hook, the picture will be ONLY part of the whole picture.
What I want y'all to do is this, look at the picture and and let me know what you think it is a picture of. Post your guess along with your name. You can make as many guesses as you want.
On Thursday I will post all of the comments.....I won't include your name if you don't want me to, but otherwise I will include your first name.
Let's see how well your eyes and your imagination works!!
Help me out okay??
I will post a picture that I have taken. There will be no theme or anything, just random pictures. After today there will be no words at all, only the picture. AND, here's the hook, the picture will be ONLY part of the whole picture.
What I want y'all to do is this, look at the picture and and let me know what you think it is a picture of. Post your guess along with your name. You can make as many guesses as you want.
On Thursday I will post all of the comments.....I won't include your name if you don't want me to, but otherwise I will include your first name.
Let's see how well your eyes and your imagination works!!
Help me out okay??
FIRST WORDLESS WEDNESDAY PHOTO
We will start with an easy one!
Good luck everyone!!
We will start with an easy one!
Good luck everyone!!Dodadaghovi
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
MUD.....what is it?
Well, this is the second post of the day! LOL
Once again, I am here to discuss MUD.
Here we go~
Mud, what is it? According to Dictionary.com mud is:
noun, verb, mud·ded, mud·ding. –noun
Once again, I am here to discuss MUD.
Here we go~
Mud, what is it? According to Dictionary.com mud is:
noun, verb, mud·ded, mud·ding. –noun
1. soft earth or earthy matter, as on the ground after rain, at the bottom of a pond, or along the banks of a river; mire.
2. scandalous or malicious assertions or information: The opposition threw a lot of mud at our candidate.
3.Slang . brewed coffee, especially when strong or bitter.
Or it could be [muhd] noun, verb, mud·ded, mud·ding.
—Related forms
Both of these definitions are a bit off if you ask me! But then again, I live in West Virginia and it's raining once again.....harder than "kittens and puppies" this time, but still not Cats and Dogs raining.
Anyway, living here has taught me that MUD is simply liquid dirt. Or more accurately it's liquid clay.
I walked out to the mailbox and guess what? My WHITE tennis shoes are now that horrible reddish-brown, baby crap, stained for life color that we are all so familiar with. BUT, the good news is: My shoes had been treated with water resistant stuff and cleaned up very nicely!! They aren't the brilliant white they once were, but at least they are NOT that horrid color that has become the "Color of the Season" here.
But, that's not what prompted me to write this surprising second post of the day! (surprising because I'm lazy when it comes to blogging and usually only put up one a week, if I'm lucky)
What prompted me was the fact that it's raining enough that most of the gravel in my driveway is now in my yard and my driveway is now one big, slimy, goo-ridden, slime pit from Hell! And to make matters worse, if anyone pulls into my drive they will leave behind those wonderful reminders of our Mud Season, RUTS!! Even a two year old on a tricycle could leave a rut in my driveway right now!
I had written earlier that I HATE MUD.....I had strangely forgotten the fact that I hate RUTS more than I hate mud! Although, without the loathsome skin staining slime we call mud there wouldn't be ruts.....so maybe I DO hate mud more.
I'm not sure anymore.
All I know is that my driveway is a mess, which I suppose shouldn't bother me too much since I don't have a car, the road is now a swift running, although very shallow, stream, the ditches along the roadways are filling up and water is still falling from the sky at an amazing rate!!
ISN'T SPRING GRAND????
This is what you step off of my porch into!! One of the miniature great lakes of WV!
My driveway! I jokingly call it a driveway, but it's actually a mud hole!
Close up of one of the ruts left over from last year.
This is what it looks like in front of my mailbox.
Oh yeah, I forgot....besides being cold, damp and muddy....all of what I hate.....this weather makes grass grow faster than most weeds! LOL My grass needs to be mowed....BADLY!
The wet, wet, water running across it street! Notice my grass isn't the only grass that needs to be mowed?
Or it could be [muhd] noun, verb, mud·ded, mud·ding.
–noun
1. soft earth or earthy matter, as on the ground after rain, at the bottom of a pond, or along the banks of a river; mire.
2. Informal . scandalous or malicious assertions or information: The opposition threw a lot of mud at our candidate.
3.Slang . brewed coffee, especially when strong or bitter.
–verb (used with object)
5. to cover, smear, or spatter with mud: to mud the walls of a hut.
–verb (used without object)
7. to hide in or burrow into mud.
—Related forms
un·mud·ded, adjective
World English Dictionary
| mud (mʌd) | |
| n | |
| 1. | a soft wet deposit that occurs on the ground after rain, at the bottom of ponds, lakes, etc |
| 2. | informal slander or defamation |
| 3. | informal clear as mud not at all clear |
| 4. | drag someone's name in the mud to disgrace or defame someone |
| 5. | informal here's mud in your eye a humorous drinking toast |
| 6. | informal someone's name is mud someone is disgraced |
| 7. | informal throw mud at , sling mud at to slander; vilify |
This is what the Merriam-Webster has to say: Definition of MUD1: a slimy sticky mixture of solid material with a liquid and especially water; especially : soft wet earth 2: abusive and malicious remarks or charges 3: anathema 1b —usually used in the phrase one's name is mud 4: a mixture of water, clay, and chemicals used in oil-well drilling and having various functions (as lubrication and cooling of the bit and flushing of rock particles to the surface) | |
Anyway, living here has taught me that MUD is simply liquid dirt. Or more accurately it's liquid clay.
I walked out to the mailbox and guess what? My WHITE tennis shoes are now that horrible reddish-brown, baby crap, stained for life color that we are all so familiar with. BUT, the good news is: My shoes had been treated with water resistant stuff and cleaned up very nicely!! They aren't the brilliant white they once were, but at least they are NOT that horrid color that has become the "Color of the Season" here.
But, that's not what prompted me to write this surprising second post of the day! (surprising because I'm lazy when it comes to blogging and usually only put up one a week, if I'm lucky)
What prompted me was the fact that it's raining enough that most of the gravel in my driveway is now in my yard and my driveway is now one big, slimy, goo-ridden, slime pit from Hell! And to make matters worse, if anyone pulls into my drive they will leave behind those wonderful reminders of our Mud Season, RUTS!! Even a two year old on a tricycle could leave a rut in my driveway right now!
I had written earlier that I HATE MUD.....I had strangely forgotten the fact that I hate RUTS more than I hate mud! Although, without the loathsome skin staining slime we call mud there wouldn't be ruts.....so maybe I DO hate mud more.
I'm not sure anymore.
All I know is that my driveway is a mess, which I suppose shouldn't bother me too much since I don't have a car, the road is now a swift running, although very shallow, stream, the ditches along the roadways are filling up and water is still falling from the sky at an amazing rate!!
ISN'T SPRING GRAND????
This is what you step off of my porch into!! One of the miniature great lakes of WV!
My driveway! I jokingly call it a driveway, but it's actually a mud hole!
Close up of one of the ruts left over from last year.
This is what it looks like in front of my mailbox.Oh yeah, I forgot....besides being cold, damp and muddy....all of what I hate.....this weather makes grass grow faster than most weeds! LOL My grass needs to be mowed....BADLY!
The wet, wet, water running across it street! Notice my grass isn't the only grass that needs to be mowed?
Well, that's enough bitching about mud, rain, water and oh yeah, cold weather! The high today was 57 degrees.....are we having fun yet????
Dodadaghovi
Dodadaghovi
Random Page....questions, rants, photos and one very loud bird
It's been raining kittens and puppies today. Notice I didn't say cats and dogs? Well, it's not been raining real hard, just a steady, medium hard rain, so it's only rates at the "kittens and puppies" level. Which brings me to my first set of "Teri's Questions that are Just Dying for an Answer".
Why do we say it's raining "cats and dogs" when it rains hard? Has any of us actually witnessed cats and dogs falling from the sky? Wouldn't it at least make the 6 o'clock news if cats and dogs began falling from the sky to splatter on the asphalt? (sorry for the graphic mental image, but let's face it, if animals began falling from the sky it WOULD make a real mess.)
You know the old saying about opening an umbrella in the house being bad luck? Did that start because someone actually opened an umbrella in the house and then began having horrible luck, or was it something as simple as opening the umbrella and then trying to get out of the door that was the bad luck?
Why is it that birds always seem to take a bath in mud-puddles WHILE it's still raining? Is it that they figure "We're already wet, so we might as well be clean" or is it just some type of weird bird behavior that we, as mere humans, will never understand?
Okay now, so much for the first set of questions.....on to the rant! LOL (for those of you who haven't read this blog before, this is where I bitch about things that I have no control over. The only good thing about it is that if I bitch about it I feel that I have a small amount of control....and I, being an oldest child and a type-A personality, NEED that sense of control!)
I'm sick of rain!! (pretty much a sad little rant isn't it?) Actually, I 'm sick of mud....I can put up with the rain, it's not that bad, actually it makes everything seem fresher and cleaner......but the MUD???? The mud just defeats the whole entire idea of Mother Nature washing the hills and valleys with fresh clean water. Usually when you wash something with "fresh, clean water" you don't turn around and dip it in muddy gunk. But that is what happens during this time of year.
It's the month of May. We almost always have rain in May....I mean, this is West Virginia and that equates rain 3 months out of 12, so I don't really mind the rain. It's the fact that the rain turns the usually non-threatening West Virginia dirt into horrifying, skin staining, clothes ruining, shoe sucking red and yellow West Virginia slime. ( the red or yellow part depends on what part of West Virginia you are in at the time)
This horrific sludge that we jokingly refer to as mud has been responsible for some of the worse personal disasters known to woman-kind. Here are a few examples:
West Virginia mud can and will suck the heel off of a $90 pair of stilettos at the very first opportunity! Not only will the mud suck the heel off of ONE of the shoes, yes, it's always only one shoe, it will encase your entire foot in a mixture of cold slime and rough, sharp edged gravel and sand, easily ruining your $20 nylons!
West Virginia mud can and will embed itself into your skin. If you're really unlucky, you will slip and fall or even wreck your four-wheeler and slide along the ground for 5 feet, and be permanently tattooed with a large, reddish-brown swatch of good old West Virginia mud. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the fact that the slime will also carry with it minute pieces of stone, sand and grit that will take years to work out of your body.
West Virginia mud can and will turn your bouncy, fun loving white dog into a mere shadow of itself. He will be permanently stained the color of baby crap and no amount of scrubbing and bathing will ever make his white coat sparkle and shine again. All of the other dogs in the neighborhood will laugh and point at him, make jokes at his expense and never chose him for the neighborhood doggie games. He will become an insecure, quivering, self-loathing excuse of a pet.
Okay, enough of that! LOL
I have a couple of photos to share today. Someone told me where a Hawk was nesting, so I have been taking photos of the Hawk and it's nest. Below are several photos of Momma Hawk sitting on her nest, trying to keep her eggs warm in the wonderful 40 degree weather we've been having lately.
Momma Hawk looking out over her domain!
Momma Hawk trying to decide if I'm a threat!
Baby Hawk taking a look around!
Checking me out to see if I'm a threat.So that's it for today! Hope you enjoyed!
Dodadaghovi
Dodadaghovi
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Happy Birthday Daddy!
This is my dad, 70 years ago.
Today is his birthday, he will be 71. I haven't gotten to see him in a few years, I don't have a way to go to Ohio and he is in poor health, so he can't travel like he once did. It hurts my heart that I can't spend time with him. It hurts my heart more that I haven't told him that he has always been my hero!
My dad quit school before he finished the 8th grade. He went to work so he could help support the family. I've never really understood that, seeing as how there were only two children and my grandfather worked at Ford Motor Company, but that's what he did.
This is my Dad in Grade School.
Here is another school picture.
Dad had several jobs when he was young. He always worked hard and seemed to enjoy whatever it was that he had to do.
My Dad had a rough way coming up. He was the youngest and there were some things that just didn't seem, well, "right" about the family dynamic. It seemed as though my uncle was the favorite child, and my Dad was just, well, the youngest.
This is my Dad in Grade School.
Here is another school picture.
He worked in a grocery store. Here he is in his apron and bow tie!
He also worked at a dairy. He had to wear a bow tie there too!
My Dad had a rough way coming up. He was the youngest and there were some things that just didn't seem, well, "right" about the family dynamic. It seemed as though my uncle was the favorite child, and my Dad was just, well, the youngest.
Daddy liked to hunt and fish. I have several pictures, including the ones below, of him with his hunting dogs or with various other dogs he had. He always had dogs of some sort around.
Here he is as a little boy with his favorite dog!
Here he is as a young man with some of his pups.
Here is one of his favorite dogs.
We had hunting dogs when I was a child too. He even let me play with them. Those puppies always did love to lick my face!
Daddy and Mom met when they were really young. My Daddy was only 17! They fell in love and loved each other until the day my Mommy passed away. She's been gone now for 11 years and we all miss her so very much. I'm sure that Daddy misses her more than all of us put together though. Mommy was the one to throw my Dad his 18th birthday party!
Daddy and Mommy at Daddy's 18th birthday party!
The big 18th birthday party!
Daddy cutting the birthday cake!
Mom and Dad when Daddy was 17.
Daddy and Mommy on the day they were married.
Dad and Mom with a friend in 1963.
Dad and Mom in their late 40's.
Daddy in front of the garage.
Here he is as a little boy with his favorite dog!
Here he is as a young man with some of his pups.
Here is one of his favorite dogs.
We had hunting dogs when I was a child too. He even let me play with them. Those puppies always did love to lick my face!Daddy and Mom met when they were really young. My Daddy was only 17! They fell in love and loved each other until the day my Mommy passed away. She's been gone now for 11 years and we all miss her so very much. I'm sure that Daddy misses her more than all of us put together though. Mommy was the one to throw my Dad his 18th birthday party!
Daddy and Mommy at Daddy's 18th birthday party!
The big 18th birthday party!
Daddy cutting the birthday cake!
Mom and Dad when Daddy was 17.
Daddy and Mommy on the day they were married.
Dad and Mom with a friend in 1963.
Dad and Mom in their late 40's.Daddy loved Mommy with all his heart. He loves his children, me and my sister Elaine, and his grandchildren too!
Daddy, Mommy and Me!!
Daddy teaching Elaine to dance.
Daddy, Mommy and Me!!
Daddy teaching Elaine to dance.Daddy has a strange sense of humor. Mommy had a twisted sense of humor as well. When she asked him what he wanted for his 18th birthday he told her he wanted a little black baby with a red ribbon around it's neck. Guess what he got?
Daddy and his baby doll! Happy birthday!!
Told you he has a weird sense of humor!
I guess I got my twisted sense of humor from both my parents! Here I am trying to pull Daddy's teeth when I was just 3 years old. Notice he went along with it!
Told you he has a weird sense of humor!
I guess I got my twisted sense of humor from both my parents! Here I am trying to pull Daddy's teeth when I was just 3 years old. Notice he went along with it!
Daddy in front of the garage.In case you haven't already guessed, I love my Daddy with all of my heart. I miss him and wish that I could be with him today!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!! I PRAY YOU'RE STILL AROUND WHEN I GET TO MY 71ST!!
LOVE YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!! I PRAY YOU'RE STILL AROUND WHEN I GET TO MY 71ST!!
LOVE YOU!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Dogs, dogs, dogs......
I LOVE animals. Anyone that knows me at all can tell you this. I have more animals than I should, but I can’t help it…it’s a sickness. (Not really, I can and HAVE stopped, it’s just that I can’t get rid of the ones I have. I worry about what type of home they would have if they weren’t with me…would they have their own bed, would they have toys…or would they be tossed outside on a chain and ignored??)
I have several dogs, each with it’s own personality and place within the household. They get along well and I very rarely have to break up any type of physical fighting. My Jack Russell Terror, errr…Terrier, is the Queen of the Pack and she knows it, even if there are times when the others do Not know it. The other dogs indulge her in her fantasies of being a Pitt Bull and they go out of their way to encourage her to be extraordinarily brave. She eats it up! But she is NOT the topic of the day.
You see, I have this other dog…she’s a sweet dog, but….well, she’s, shall we say, socially handicapped. It’s not that she doesn’t play well with others, because she does…she even plays well with herself, it’s just that she isn’t the brightest crayon in the box. But she’s sweet! LOL
She learns tricks really easily, she can sit, sort of stay, shake, high-five, sit pretty, jump, speak and when you point at her and say BANG, she falls over dead! And you can sit a treat on her nose and she will toss it in the air, only to miss it 8 times out of 10! LOL She’s actually smart when it come to learning those time of things.
It’s the other stuff, every day stuff that she can’t seem to get a handle on. You see, this poor dog forgets to duck when she goes under the coffee table, and believe me she HAS to duck or she almost knocks herself out. She’ll come bounding through the living room, drop her head just a little bit and then “THUNK” everything sitting on the table rattles, the table moves a foot or so and the dog stops quickly, looks at you with blurry eyes then shakes her head and tries it again. Usually she “forgets” to duck the first two or three times and then she remembers. USUALLY.
She’ll go running into the kitchen and, just as she reaches the doorway, she’ll turn around really quickly, cracking her head on the door frame with a resounding BANG. Then she’ll sit down, look back at you with a look of confusion that is almost pitiable, turn back to the door frame and GROWL AT IT!! She acts as though the entire structure of the house is out to get her.
Sometimes she’ll be playing with one of the cats and the cat will go under the kitchen table. Emmy, THE DOG, with go running into the kitchen and crash into the table leg as though it had mutinously jumped out in front of her. Once again she’ll look at me with those blurry, confused eyes and turn around and growl at the table leg!!
I’ll ask her if she wants to go outside and she’ll head toward the door at a rapid gallop, usually forgetting to stop before actually slamming into the closed door!! She just shakes her head and sits down, calmly waiting for me to open the door, get her tie-out and hook it to her collar and allow her to go outside with her pride only slightly bruised.
She also gets distracted really easily, so easily that if she’s eating and someone or something walks into the kitchen she will bite her own tongue and then get mad at whomever walked in to distract her.
If she’s outside and a bee flies by, she will trip over her own feet and then start barking at the bee like it planned the whole horrible situation.
She will run into the wall when she’s chasing the laser light then turn around and look at you like it’s all your fault.
Today she caught sight of herself in the mirror. I had the bedroom door open and she sauntered by the door, turned slightly and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stopped, turned and peeked around the corner. She was so shocked that the “other dog” was peeking around the corner at her that she tinkled just a little bit, ran to her box and hid. After a few moments she poked her head out of her door, looked both ways, you know, just in the case the “other dog” was lurking around somewhere close, and then belly crawled out of the box, across the living room floor and directly to the bedroom door. And what do you think she saw? Well, of course she saw the “other dog” belly crawling toward her!! It scared her shitless!! She stood up, every hair on her body bristling and began to growl and bark at the “other dog” doing her best to frighten it away before it could harm her or anything that “belongs” to her.
She’s a loyal dog! Really she is. But the dog is brain damaged. That’s all there is to it!
For example, Emmy will chase her own tail. No big deal right, lots of dogs chase their tails. Well, do lots of other dogs chase their tail only to catch it, bite it, yelp and then begin barking at the “big mean pain inducing” tail?
Will other dogs toss their rawhide chews in the air, have it come down resoundingly on top of their head only to pick it up again and repeat the process?
Will other dogs pick up a “tugger” that has large knots on each end, shake them so hard that they crack first on one side and then on the other until they are slightly woozy from the hard knocks to the head?
Will other dogs pick up rocks and toss them into the air while standing in the exact spot to be knocked on the head by said stones?
My poor Emily Rose is brain damaged. She will forever be the dog that runs into door frames, cracks her head on coffee tables and throws things into the air only to be knocked silly by them.
God love her, she really needs to be taken care of.
Dodadaghovi
I have several dogs, each with it’s own personality and place within the household. They get along well and I very rarely have to break up any type of physical fighting. My Jack Russell Terror, errr…Terrier, is the Queen of the Pack and she knows it, even if there are times when the others do Not know it. The other dogs indulge her in her fantasies of being a Pitt Bull and they go out of their way to encourage her to be extraordinarily brave. She eats it up! But she is NOT the topic of the day.
You see, I have this other dog…she’s a sweet dog, but….well, she’s, shall we say, socially handicapped. It’s not that she doesn’t play well with others, because she does…she even plays well with herself, it’s just that she isn’t the brightest crayon in the box. But she’s sweet! LOL
She learns tricks really easily, she can sit, sort of stay, shake, high-five, sit pretty, jump, speak and when you point at her and say BANG, she falls over dead! And you can sit a treat on her nose and she will toss it in the air, only to miss it 8 times out of 10! LOL She’s actually smart when it come to learning those time of things.
It’s the other stuff, every day stuff that she can’t seem to get a handle on. You see, this poor dog forgets to duck when she goes under the coffee table, and believe me she HAS to duck or she almost knocks herself out. She’ll come bounding through the living room, drop her head just a little bit and then “THUNK” everything sitting on the table rattles, the table moves a foot or so and the dog stops quickly, looks at you with blurry eyes then shakes her head and tries it again. Usually she “forgets” to duck the first two or three times and then she remembers. USUALLY.
She’ll go running into the kitchen and, just as she reaches the doorway, she’ll turn around really quickly, cracking her head on the door frame with a resounding BANG. Then she’ll sit down, look back at you with a look of confusion that is almost pitiable, turn back to the door frame and GROWL AT IT!! She acts as though the entire structure of the house is out to get her.
Sometimes she’ll be playing with one of the cats and the cat will go under the kitchen table. Emmy, THE DOG, with go running into the kitchen and crash into the table leg as though it had mutinously jumped out in front of her. Once again she’ll look at me with those blurry, confused eyes and turn around and growl at the table leg!!
I’ll ask her if she wants to go outside and she’ll head toward the door at a rapid gallop, usually forgetting to stop before actually slamming into the closed door!! She just shakes her head and sits down, calmly waiting for me to open the door, get her tie-out and hook it to her collar and allow her to go outside with her pride only slightly bruised.
She also gets distracted really easily, so easily that if she’s eating and someone or something walks into the kitchen she will bite her own tongue and then get mad at whomever walked in to distract her.
If she’s outside and a bee flies by, she will trip over her own feet and then start barking at the bee like it planned the whole horrible situation.
She will run into the wall when she’s chasing the laser light then turn around and look at you like it’s all your fault.
Today she caught sight of herself in the mirror. I had the bedroom door open and she sauntered by the door, turned slightly and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stopped, turned and peeked around the corner. She was so shocked that the “other dog” was peeking around the corner at her that she tinkled just a little bit, ran to her box and hid. After a few moments she poked her head out of her door, looked both ways, you know, just in the case the “other dog” was lurking around somewhere close, and then belly crawled out of the box, across the living room floor and directly to the bedroom door. And what do you think she saw? Well, of course she saw the “other dog” belly crawling toward her!! It scared her shitless!! She stood up, every hair on her body bristling and began to growl and bark at the “other dog” doing her best to frighten it away before it could harm her or anything that “belongs” to her.
She’s a loyal dog! Really she is. But the dog is brain damaged. That’s all there is to it!
For example, Emmy will chase her own tail. No big deal right, lots of dogs chase their tails. Well, do lots of other dogs chase their tail only to catch it, bite it, yelp and then begin barking at the “big mean pain inducing” tail?
Will other dogs toss their rawhide chews in the air, have it come down resoundingly on top of their head only to pick it up again and repeat the process?
Will other dogs pick up a “tugger” that has large knots on each end, shake them so hard that they crack first on one side and then on the other until they are slightly woozy from the hard knocks to the head?
Will other dogs pick up rocks and toss them into the air while standing in the exact spot to be knocked on the head by said stones?
My poor Emily Rose is brain damaged. She will forever be the dog that runs into door frames, cracks her head on coffee tables and throws things into the air only to be knocked silly by them.
God love her, she really needs to be taken care of.
Dodadaghovi
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
It's Spring! It's Spring????
So, it's the 4th day of May and it's all of 50 degrees outside. And wet. And windy. And muddy.
So this is Spring? Hmmmmmmm, perhaps someone could explain why we had 90 degree days in March and April and now that it's May it's only 50. We've had days that were so beautiful, when the sun shined so brightly and the air felt so fresh that it was almost impossible to stay inside.
Now, however, it's cold, wet, windy and muddy. It's suppose to be in the 30's tonight. The 30's!!!!!
Is there some type of medication that we can give to old Mother Nature in order to control her schizophrenia? Or maybe get her laid so she'll lighten up?
Sorry, that was uncalled for, but damn, I'm really tired of not knowing if I should put away the winter clothes or just leave them out and toss in a few pair of shorts as a "just in case".
Should I put away the quilts and pray that it's not snowing when I wake up, shivering and cold in my bed?
Should I pack away the coats, only to be caught out in the 30 degree cold in a t-shirt and shorts?
I mean, come on, it IS May after all. Shouldn't I be able to at least decide to put the bulky goose-down coat in the coat bag and hang it at the back of the closet?
Apparently the answer to all of those, and many more, questions is a loud, echoing NO, YOU CAN'T!!!
Did I tell you that I LOVE wind-chimes? (Yeah, I know, abrupt change of subject is the sign of a sick mind.)
Well, I do! I LOVE all wind-chimes! Metal ones, glass ones, wooden ones, ugly ones, pretty ones and surprisingly odd ones too! Any combination that when touched by the gentle breeze that SHOULD be blowing across my porch make the assorted tinkling, chiming, dinging, pealing sound that causes my soul to take a moment just to listen.
Now, that being said, please allow me to say a few things about wind-chimes and wind.
Living on the ridge as I do, I get a nice breeze most of the time. But, since Mother Nature has gone off of her rocker, I have been getting a blasting roar of wind that is intent on knocking over trash cans while turning their lids into flying saucers of death, pushing trees over so that their roots glare at us like dead eyed sharks washed up after an oil spill and rattling my wind-chimes so they make sounds that remind you of a tortured animal caught in a painful trap.
Yes, I have begun to hate my wind-chimes, not only my wind-chimes but the wind-chimes of my neighbors as well. The once lulling sounds that these wonderful inventions sang out over the hillside has become the tortured screams of wood and metal being beaten by the gales of vengeful wind that buffets our homes, our bodies and vicariously our minds.
In just a little while I have to bolster my courage and venture outside. I will dodge the flying dagger of death that is the small twigs and limbs being ripped from the surrounding trees, I will duck the whipping papers that will be grabbed and tossed at me in a feeble attempt to keep me trapped in my house. I will dodge seemingly harmless potholes that are now filled with clammy scum covered water, I will fight my way through mud that will grab at my shoes with every intention of ripping them from my poor tired feet, I will lean into the wind and fight my way off of the hill. All in order to simply get out of my house and away from the tortured screams of the surrounding wind-chimes.
While I'm out today I'm going to investigate what types of medication we can get for Mother Nature. She and Old Man Winter need to come to an agreement and allow us poor hapless humans to get on with our lives without the interference of sleet, hail, wind, tornadoes, rain, floods, mud and flying debris!
Well, I'm going to go slip into a nice hot bath, more for the warmth than to actually get clean (I'm not that dirty to start with, but DAMN I'm cold!!). Then I will get dressed and venture outside, hopefully to safely return in a few hours.
Be good y'all. And stay on the down side of the wind!
Dodadaghovi
So this is Spring? Hmmmmmmm, perhaps someone could explain why we had 90 degree days in March and April and now that it's May it's only 50. We've had days that were so beautiful, when the sun shined so brightly and the air felt so fresh that it was almost impossible to stay inside.
Now, however, it's cold, wet, windy and muddy. It's suppose to be in the 30's tonight. The 30's!!!!!
Is there some type of medication that we can give to old Mother Nature in order to control her schizophrenia? Or maybe get her laid so she'll lighten up?
Sorry, that was uncalled for, but damn, I'm really tired of not knowing if I should put away the winter clothes or just leave them out and toss in a few pair of shorts as a "just in case".
Should I put away the quilts and pray that it's not snowing when I wake up, shivering and cold in my bed?
Should I pack away the coats, only to be caught out in the 30 degree cold in a t-shirt and shorts?
I mean, come on, it IS May after all. Shouldn't I be able to at least decide to put the bulky goose-down coat in the coat bag and hang it at the back of the closet?
Apparently the answer to all of those, and many more, questions is a loud, echoing NO, YOU CAN'T!!!
Did I tell you that I LOVE wind-chimes? (Yeah, I know, abrupt change of subject is the sign of a sick mind.)
Well, I do! I LOVE all wind-chimes! Metal ones, glass ones, wooden ones, ugly ones, pretty ones and surprisingly odd ones too! Any combination that when touched by the gentle breeze that SHOULD be blowing across my porch make the assorted tinkling, chiming, dinging, pealing sound that causes my soul to take a moment just to listen.
Now, that being said, please allow me to say a few things about wind-chimes and wind.
Living on the ridge as I do, I get a nice breeze most of the time. But, since Mother Nature has gone off of her rocker, I have been getting a blasting roar of wind that is intent on knocking over trash cans while turning their lids into flying saucers of death, pushing trees over so that their roots glare at us like dead eyed sharks washed up after an oil spill and rattling my wind-chimes so they make sounds that remind you of a tortured animal caught in a painful trap.
Yes, I have begun to hate my wind-chimes, not only my wind-chimes but the wind-chimes of my neighbors as well. The once lulling sounds that these wonderful inventions sang out over the hillside has become the tortured screams of wood and metal being beaten by the gales of vengeful wind that buffets our homes, our bodies and vicariously our minds.
In just a little while I have to bolster my courage and venture outside. I will dodge the flying dagger of death that is the small twigs and limbs being ripped from the surrounding trees, I will duck the whipping papers that will be grabbed and tossed at me in a feeble attempt to keep me trapped in my house. I will dodge seemingly harmless potholes that are now filled with clammy scum covered water, I will fight my way through mud that will grab at my shoes with every intention of ripping them from my poor tired feet, I will lean into the wind and fight my way off of the hill. All in order to simply get out of my house and away from the tortured screams of the surrounding wind-chimes.
While I'm out today I'm going to investigate what types of medication we can get for Mother Nature. She and Old Man Winter need to come to an agreement and allow us poor hapless humans to get on with our lives without the interference of sleet, hail, wind, tornadoes, rain, floods, mud and flying debris!
Well, I'm going to go slip into a nice hot bath, more for the warmth than to actually get clean (I'm not that dirty to start with, but DAMN I'm cold!!). Then I will get dressed and venture outside, hopefully to safely return in a few hours.
Be good y'all. And stay on the down side of the wind!
Dodadaghovi
Friday, April 29, 2011
FED UP WITH STUPIDITY!!!
I am ASHAMED of about 2/3 of the people I know and love.
Pretty harsh statement, huh? Well, let me explain. In the past several days we, the United States, have had numerous storms that RAVAGED this country. HUNDREDS have DIED, THOUSANDS are homeless and an UNTOLD number are injured. And the number one topic of DISCUSSION on both the internet and the television is the ROYAL WEDDING!
WE SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT OUR FELLOW AMERICANS!!!
But are we? NO. (Once again a harsh statement.) We are concerned with THE ROYAL WEDDING!!!
News coverage has bumped down the DEVASTATION that has taken place in this country in order to make a big deal of a wedding that is taking place in THE VERY COUNTRY WE HAD TO FIGHT IN ORDER TO WIN OUR FREEDOM!!!
The fact that royal wedding is costing UK citizens OVER $50 BILLION is disgusting!!
I’m sure that money could be put to better use!
The fact that the UNITED STATES was one of the first countries to give financial aid to ENGLAND after the blitzes of WWII and now we sit here IN GREAT NEED OF ASSISTANCE and the majority of the country is MESMERIZE by a wedding…..well, there are no words to even begin to describe how that makes me feel!!
The amount of money that is being spent to televise a wedding is ridiculous. Especially in light of the recent events within the borders of this ONCE great country of ours. Think of how many people could be housed, or treated for injuries, or fed or simply COMFORTED by the ridiculous amount the MEDIA is wasting on something that TAKES PLACE EVERY DAY!!
YES FOLKS, PEOPLE GET MARRIED EVERY DAY!!! HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE GET MARRIED EVERY DAY!!! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY NEITHER THE PRINCE NOR HIS BRIDE WILL BE IN A POSITION TO RUN OUR COUNTRY!!!
FACE IT AMERICA…..we have become a NATION led by our NOSES by the MEDIA!! What the fat-cats in positions of power within the MEDIA think we should be concerned with is WHAT WE ARE CONCERNED WITH!
I’M ASHAMED OF US….all of us. I’m even ashamed of myself, although I have NOT and will NOT watch one damn thing that has to do with some wedding taking place in another country while AMERICAN CITIZENS suffer. I’m ashamed of myself for the mere fact that I haven’t VOICED MY OPINION more LOUDLY and more OFTEN!!!!
Pretty harsh statement, huh? Well, let me explain. In the past several days we, the United States, have had numerous storms that RAVAGED this country. HUNDREDS have DIED, THOUSANDS are homeless and an UNTOLD number are injured. And the number one topic of DISCUSSION on both the internet and the television is the ROYAL WEDDING!
WE SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT OUR FELLOW AMERICANS!!!
But are we? NO. (Once again a harsh statement.) We are concerned with THE ROYAL WEDDING!!!
News coverage has bumped down the DEVASTATION that has taken place in this country in order to make a big deal of a wedding that is taking place in THE VERY COUNTRY WE HAD TO FIGHT IN ORDER TO WIN OUR FREEDOM!!!
The fact that royal wedding is costing UK citizens OVER $50 BILLION is disgusting!!
I’m sure that money could be put to better use!
The fact that the UNITED STATES was one of the first countries to give financial aid to ENGLAND after the blitzes of WWII and now we sit here IN GREAT NEED OF ASSISTANCE and the majority of the country is MESMERIZE by a wedding…..well, there are no words to even begin to describe how that makes me feel!!
The amount of money that is being spent to televise a wedding is ridiculous. Especially in light of the recent events within the borders of this ONCE great country of ours. Think of how many people could be housed, or treated for injuries, or fed or simply COMFORTED by the ridiculous amount the MEDIA is wasting on something that TAKES PLACE EVERY DAY!!
YES FOLKS, PEOPLE GET MARRIED EVERY DAY!!! HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE GET MARRIED EVERY DAY!!! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY NEITHER THE PRINCE NOR HIS BRIDE WILL BE IN A POSITION TO RUN OUR COUNTRY!!!
FACE IT AMERICA…..we have become a NATION led by our NOSES by the MEDIA!! What the fat-cats in positions of power within the MEDIA think we should be concerned with is WHAT WE ARE CONCERNED WITH!
I’M ASHAMED OF US….all of us. I’m even ashamed of myself, although I have NOT and will NOT watch one damn thing that has to do with some wedding taking place in another country while AMERICAN CITIZENS suffer. I’m ashamed of myself for the mere fact that I haven’t VOICED MY OPINION more LOUDLY and more OFTEN!!!!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Story excerpt....help please!
So, while waiting on the Muse of Creativity to descend upon my should once again, I have decided to work on the background material that will be included in my book. Nothing exciting, just dull, boring stuff that needs to be included in order to give a sense of atmosphere.
So that's it. Let me know what you think, and don't be shy because nothing you can say will be as bad as the things I've been saying to myself!! LOL
Now, that sounds easy enough, correct? Yeah, right! Ask any writer and they will tell you that sometimes the "dull, boring stuff" is the most difficult to write, especially when it's background material that needs to be incorporated into the story.
Anyway......here's the deal! I would LOVE for y'all to read this small excerpt and leave me comments as to whether or not it sounds okay....well, not just okay, but GOOD! (That's the rub....it has to be more than OKAY!) So PLEASE??? Help a girl out, okay??
Here it goes:
Ryesville was a typical Appalachian town, complete with it’s own sense of time and a convoluted sense of it’s own importance in the world. Barely 800 people lived within confines of the town and only 1500 or so in the rest of the county. There wasn’t much industry here, there never had been, and the mountainous terrain made farming on any large scale unimaginable. The county itself was the largest employer, followed by the school system and the one small packaging plant that sat just outside of town. There were a few small businesses, but nothing that employed more than a dozen people of so.
Strict schedules were only a vague concept in this community. The few small stores operated on more of a “if we’re here we are open” timetable than an exact time for opening and closing. The only schedule in town that could be depended on was the scheduled dates and times of classes at the three county schools, and even they were depended upon the weather and whether or not there was a home football game or festival taking place that day..
Ryesville was a nice place to live. Quiet, for the most part, and relatively crime free. There were a few things that occurred from time to time, some drug problems, kids joy riding, a few fights and several domestic violence problems, but those things always seemed to happen outside of town. The biggest problem in town itself was speeding.
People felt safe here. At least they had until a few weeks before Thanksgiving. That was when things started to change, when people began disappearing. At first it was only a few, but as the weeks passed, more and more people were simply gone.
No one had thought much of it early on, this was a small town with only a limited number of jobs to start with and with the economy getting worse, the jobs were becoming more and more scarce. It was only natural that people would leave in order to try and find work elsewhere.
The initial ones missing were single people, men and women both. They were all people that could have relocated somewhere with more opportunity for employment. The only thing odd about the first ones to disappear was that none of them were originally from Ryesville, although no one made much of that fact other than to comment that it seemed odd.
By the time Christmas rolled around the number and frequency of disappearances had become so high that people were frightened. What had started as an explainable coincidence had now become a frightening shadow. The last to disappear were all respectable people born in Ryesville. They all had families and had, until recently, held steady jobs to support those families. Each of them had recently experienced a layoff or other type of job loss that imposed hardships, but they all seemed to be hopeful of securing future employment. These people ranged in age from early twenties to the late fifties.
Every one of the missing had been simple normal hard-working people. One day they were going on about their lives, looking for work, spending time with friends and family, living a quiet life, and the next day the just seemed to drive off to….well, that was the question. Where had they gone? Why had they gone? And more importantly, were they gone by choice?
Thanks y'all!
Dodadaghovi
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter, birthday and such
Okay, here’s the deal.
Yesterday was Easter. You all know that, right? Well, I spent my Easter the same way I spent my birthday, alone. E. asked if I was going to come out there, but I realize that it cost them money each and every time they come to town to get me, take me out there, bring me back home and then go back out there. I don’t want her to have to spend money just for me to visit for a while, it’s not fair and I don’t want to do it. Sooooo….I stayed here and just hung out.
It wasn’t as though it’s a bad thing, not in and of itself. But, after spending holiday after holiday, day after day, sitting here waiting for….well, who the hell knows what I’m waiting for. I don’t. I don’t know why I worry about it, I don’t know why I care one way or another.
But I do.
I’ve been told all of my life that I’m “tougher than that”, meaning that I can, and usually do, survive everything that is thrown at me, that I can muddle through whatever life, and the people in it, decide to throw at me. And so far I have been able to. It hasn’t been easy, I haven’t enjoyed a lot of it, I wouldn’t want to repeat too awful much of it, but I did manage to get through.
But is getting through enough? What about the debris that is left behind by each situation that needs me to “tough” it out? What about the pain that lingers when someone says or does something that cuts to the bone? What about the tears that have been spilled over certain situations? Tears that sometimes seem unending?
Just because I am still here, just because I can get up in the morning and go about my day, just because I can hid my pain, none of that means that I am okay. (Not that I have any idea what “okay” actually is.)
I am lonely. I get tired of not having someone to do things with. I get tired of not having someone to talk to about the things that hurt me, the things that worry me or upset me. I mean, yeah, I have friends that I bitch to from time to time, good, loyal, true, loving friends. But I don’t burden them with the things that hide from the light deep in my heart. I don’t tell them about the terrors that keep me awake at night, or worse the ones that wake me up in the middle of the night.I guess I try to protect people. I try to help them get through their own “stuff” even if it simply means that I listen. I realize that everyone has their own personal hell that they suffer through every day. To suffer and worry is the nature of mankind. I don’t want to add to anyone else’s suffering or worry.
I believe we, as human beings, are suppose to help one another. We’re suppose to help ease another person’s suffering, which in turn is suppose to ease ours. We are suppose to be kind to one another, to be concerned about one another, to simply “be there” for one another.
I just don’t know how to allow someone to “be there” for me. I don’t know how to allow someone that close anymore. It’s been years since I’ve allowed anyone to be close enough to me to know when I’m in pain, or when I am worried, sad or just simply angry. I mean I have burst of anger from time to time, and believe me people around me know when I’m that kind of angry. But to say that there is anyone alive today that knows my secret dreams, my secret pains, my secret hopes, desires or wishes……..well, I just can’t do that.
I can’t allow anyone to be that close to me. I can’t trust anyone enough to allow them to know what I keep hidden, the fears that I rarely allow myself to admit to. I have trusted in the past, and I have had the very things that I shared with someone used against me. I have been hurt by trusting another person, by trusting a person that I loved, and I don’t know that I can do it again.I guess I could sit here and anonymously share those things with you folks that read this ranting, raving piece of literature. (Yes, I’m using the word “literature” in it’s loosest form.”) But that would add to your problems, at least in the “aww that sucks” sort of way that we all use when we hear that someone is going through a bad time. And I don’t want to do that.So, I will continue to “elude” to various and sunder things that are bothering me, always be vague, never admit to the intensity of my worry/pain/sorrow. I guess that is my way of trying to protect others.
I want to thank all of you for reading this rambling post. And for reading all of the other stupid things that I have put up over the years. All of you are my sounding board. My safe place to run to when I am so full of pain/confusion/anger or even when I’m irritated at the simple things in life that all of us are bothered by.All of you have been my friends, my confidants. Even though none of you know what I’m “eluding” to half the time, you still read and a few of you leave me comments letting me know that, even though I get very lonely at times, I am not alone.
Thank you all.
Dodadaghovi
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Happy Birthday Me!
Woke up this morning to the sound of thunder roaring and echoing across the hills. Rain beat down on the tin roof like a thousand little feet marching in time.
Suddenly silence fell, muffling the last of the echoing thunder and marching raindrops. Off in the distance a rumbling sounded, echoed and amplified over and over until finally it reached the house, where it rattled the windows and frightened the pups. One last bright flash of brilliant white, a final explosion of sound and wave after wave of rain beating on the roof.
Sounds like a typical Spring storm in West Virginia, doesn't it? And to must people it would be, but to me it's a wonderful event, even though I'm frightened of storms.
You see, it was 7:23 am when I woke up. I was born exactly 51 years ago at 7:23 this morning!
Our glorious God woke me up to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CHILD and to remind me of his awesome power.
Thank you God for giving me yet another day, yet another year, to enjoy the wonders that have been created by Your hand.
Dodadaghovi
Suddenly silence fell, muffling the last of the echoing thunder and marching raindrops. Off in the distance a rumbling sounded, echoed and amplified over and over until finally it reached the house, where it rattled the windows and frightened the pups. One last bright flash of brilliant white, a final explosion of sound and wave after wave of rain beating on the roof.
Sounds like a typical Spring storm in West Virginia, doesn't it? And to must people it would be, but to me it's a wonderful event, even though I'm frightened of storms.
You see, it was 7:23 am when I woke up. I was born exactly 51 years ago at 7:23 this morning!
Our glorious God woke me up to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CHILD and to remind me of his awesome power.
Thank you God for giving me yet another day, yet another year, to enjoy the wonders that have been created by Your hand.
Dodadaghovi
Monday, April 18, 2011
So, tomorrow is my birthday.......
Today is April 18 and that means that tomorrow is my birthday. As I sit here thinking about growing older, which we all get to do if we're lucky, I have realized a few things.
I have always made a big deal out of birthdays. Other people's birthdays, not my own. As a matter of a fact, I have planned more parties than I can remember, and I have attended even more than I have planned. However, I have only ever had one birthday party in my life and that was the year I turned 10.
Since then it's been phone calls from family members that I am separated from. First it was from my Grandma Freed and maybe my Mom. After Grandma passed away, it was usually a call from Mom and a few friends. These days it's calls from my children, and usually my Dad.
This year I'll there will be 2, possibly 3 calls from the kids. My oldest son is in Korea for a few weeks and won't be calling, and I'm not sure about the youngest son (and honestly don't care if you want the truth. His not calling is no more painful than his lying to me about stopping when he's in West Virginia, in the same town no less, for a few days, and then doesn't even bother to let me know that he ISN'T coming by. So no call just means one less opportunity to lie to me.)
I'm pretty sure that a few of my friends will call and wish me a Happy Birthday. I know that they love me and will wish me well.
But that isn't what this is about. What it is about is that for some reason I feel as though I am not as important as other people I know/love. It's important for them to have a good day, each and every day, I pray for them, I let them know that I care, I reach out.
Now here I sit, facing some serious health issues and, quite honestly, feeling sorry for myself. I want my birthday to be a good day, but I know that it won't be. I still don't have a water heater nor the money for one, I don't even have the money to get myself a sandwich and a cupcake as a treat. It's not that I expect anyone to feel sorry for me, or to do those things for me, it's that I can't do them for myself. I hate being broke, I hate not having a job, I hate being alone, I hate not having a car or a decent house to live in.
I hate my life.
So tomorrow, I will get up, let the dogs out, do my yoga, drink some tea and possibly go back to bed. That will be my birthday gift to myself. Sleep through it and when it's over it will be just a bad memory.
Like almost every single one of the last 41.
Dodadaghovi
Sunday, April 17, 2011
It's 4 a.m. and I'm awake.
It's 4 a.m. and I'm awake. Why you may ask, since I DO have plans for something I am suppose to do today?
Well, it all started because I try to be a good friend. I try to be concerned for people that I care about. WHY? Well, it's just who I am.
Someone, who will go nameless, was suppose to call me when they got home. Sooooooo.....I've been sitting here, waiting on a call that has never come.
Should I be worried? Probably not, it's not the first time this particular person has done this, but then again, we just had a young man die trying to drive through high water in Jackson County today. But, of course the person that was suppose to call knows better than to do something like that, right? Yeah.....just like they know better than to tell someone that they will call when they get home.
Should I be angry? Probably, I mean it is now 4:25 and I'm awake, and I'm going to look and feel like shit today because of it, but hey, what are friends for, right? Being angry about this is as much a waste of time as worrying about this person, it does not good, it changes not a damn thing.
Should I stop being this person's friend? Again, probably, but it's kind of ignorant to throw away a friendship because someone doesn't call when they say they will, right? NO, not right. It's not as though this is the first time, hell, this isn't even the first time this WEEK! And the inconsideration doesn't stop at lying about calling when they get home, no not at all. Hell, if it did there wouldn't be any question about dropping a friendship over a missed call. No, the inconsideration is and has been ongoing for years.
By inconsideration, I mean saying that you are going to do something, such as make a call just to set someones mind at ease because you're out driving around, after going to the bar and getting who knows how drunk, in weather that has left high water in some places, mudslides across some roads, not to mention deer that think this is great weather to run rampant or the fact that there is high water in some places and this person probably went over 40 miles away to go to a bar. No, this inconsideration extends to not being on time, not bothering to return the friendship (such as call or check on me when I'm sick, you know, like I do when they are sick), literally lying to other people about things that has or has not happened, "forgetting" plans because something else came up, or even making plans and then "forgetting" them because someone "stopped by" and apparently stole the phone so the "friend" couldn't call and say "Hey, I'm not going to be able to make it".
So, what is the rant about? I guess it's my way of explaining how I feel and maybe even giving a little lesson on what a friend is!
The dictionary defines friendship as:
Well, it all started because I try to be a good friend. I try to be concerned for people that I care about. WHY? Well, it's just who I am.
Someone, who will go nameless, was suppose to call me when they got home. Sooooooo.....I've been sitting here, waiting on a call that has never come.
Should I be worried? Probably not, it's not the first time this particular person has done this, but then again, we just had a young man die trying to drive through high water in Jackson County today. But, of course the person that was suppose to call knows better than to do something like that, right? Yeah.....just like they know better than to tell someone that they will call when they get home.
Should I be angry? Probably, I mean it is now 4:25 and I'm awake, and I'm going to look and feel like shit today because of it, but hey, what are friends for, right? Being angry about this is as much a waste of time as worrying about this person, it does not good, it changes not a damn thing.
Should I stop being this person's friend? Again, probably, but it's kind of ignorant to throw away a friendship because someone doesn't call when they say they will, right? NO, not right. It's not as though this is the first time, hell, this isn't even the first time this WEEK! And the inconsideration doesn't stop at lying about calling when they get home, no not at all. Hell, if it did there wouldn't be any question about dropping a friendship over a missed call. No, the inconsideration is and has been ongoing for years.
By inconsideration, I mean saying that you are going to do something, such as make a call just to set someones mind at ease because you're out driving around, after going to the bar and getting who knows how drunk, in weather that has left high water in some places, mudslides across some roads, not to mention deer that think this is great weather to run rampant or the fact that there is high water in some places and this person probably went over 40 miles away to go to a bar. No, this inconsideration extends to not being on time, not bothering to return the friendship (such as call or check on me when I'm sick, you know, like I do when they are sick), literally lying to other people about things that has or has not happened, "forgetting" plans because something else came up, or even making plans and then "forgetting" them because someone "stopped by" and apparently stole the phone so the "friend" couldn't call and say "Hey, I'm not going to be able to make it".
So, what is the rant about? I guess it's my way of explaining how I feel and maybe even giving a little lesson on what a friend is!
The dictionary defines friendship as:
FRIENDSHIP:
2.
a friendly relation or intimacy.
3.
friendly feeling or disposition.
and the definition of friend is:
and the definition of friend is:
FRIEND:
–noun
–noun
1.
a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
NO, I didn't post every definition of FRIEND, just the first one.
Since I actually looked up the definitions I realize, once again, that this person is NOT a friend, this person is a waste of time!! And believe me folks, with all the crap that is going on in my life wasting time is the LAST thing I need.
I KNOW I will hear from this person, probably tomorrow or the next day, and they will have some half-ass excuse for why they didn't call. And I KNOW that I will check the local papers, just in case they drove their drunk ass over a hillside somewhere.
I also KNOW that I won't be associating with this person much longer. I HAVE HAD IT. I don't want to stop caring about this person, God knows they need all the concern that they can get because they aren't doing very well right now, but you know what? SO DO I!
I don't need people in my life that don't have any concern for me or for my friendship. I don't mean to be spouting off, but damn it, I AM a good friend. I am always there when my friends need me, even if I can't do anything more than just listen to them, or hold then when they cry, or make them laugh when they are down. I DON'T say I will do something and then just forget about it, I DON'T make promises and then act as though I didn't, I DON'T expect them to forgive me for being an ass because I WANT TO BE AN ASS. Hell, I even apologize for being in a shitty mood when I spout off to my friends.
But this time, this last time, I am not going to apologize for anything, because I have nothing to apologize for. I am also NOT going to accept an apology because I KNOW it will be bull-shit that means nothing because this person will simply do it again at the first chance they are given.
It won't be easy for me to NOT think about my friend, because regardless of the fact that it is quite obvious that we are NOT friends by any definition, I don't turn my back on people. But I'm going to remind myself the next time this person calls, that they are NOT a friend. That I am NOT important to them, that it is NOT important if they cause me worry or pain, that there is nothing nor no one that is as important to them as they are to themselves.
I will remind myself that it's about time for me to care about ME, not about people that don't care about themselves.
I will NOT have respect for someone that has no respect for me.
I will NOT worry about someone that doesn't care if they worry me.
I will NOT concern myself with whatever problem they have, rather I will concern myself with my own problems.
I will NOT waste anymore time on people that are blatantly selfish, inconsiderate, and self absorbed.
I AM a good person, even if I can be a totally bitch sometimes. I DO care about other people, even when I have so much stuff going on that I can't stop for a minute and think about relaxing. I CAN be depended on, even when it inconveniences me. I WILL take time to talk to someone that needs a friend, even if I have other stuff to do.
I DESERVE BETTER!!! And I WILL have better.
Okay, bitching done.
Dodadaghovi
NO, I didn't post every definition of FRIEND, just the first one.
Since I actually looked up the definitions I realize, once again, that this person is NOT a friend, this person is a waste of time!! And believe me folks, with all the crap that is going on in my life wasting time is the LAST thing I need.
I KNOW I will hear from this person, probably tomorrow or the next day, and they will have some half-ass excuse for why they didn't call. And I KNOW that I will check the local papers, just in case they drove their drunk ass over a hillside somewhere.
I also KNOW that I won't be associating with this person much longer. I HAVE HAD IT. I don't want to stop caring about this person, God knows they need all the concern that they can get because they aren't doing very well right now, but you know what? SO DO I!
I don't need people in my life that don't have any concern for me or for my friendship. I don't mean to be spouting off, but damn it, I AM a good friend. I am always there when my friends need me, even if I can't do anything more than just listen to them, or hold then when they cry, or make them laugh when they are down. I DON'T say I will do something and then just forget about it, I DON'T make promises and then act as though I didn't, I DON'T expect them to forgive me for being an ass because I WANT TO BE AN ASS. Hell, I even apologize for being in a shitty mood when I spout off to my friends.
But this time, this last time, I am not going to apologize for anything, because I have nothing to apologize for. I am also NOT going to accept an apology because I KNOW it will be bull-shit that means nothing because this person will simply do it again at the first chance they are given.
It won't be easy for me to NOT think about my friend, because regardless of the fact that it is quite obvious that we are NOT friends by any definition, I don't turn my back on people. But I'm going to remind myself the next time this person calls, that they are NOT a friend. That I am NOT important to them, that it is NOT important if they cause me worry or pain, that there is nothing nor no one that is as important to them as they are to themselves.
I will remind myself that it's about time for me to care about ME, not about people that don't care about themselves.
I will NOT have respect for someone that has no respect for me.
I will NOT worry about someone that doesn't care if they worry me.
I will NOT concern myself with whatever problem they have, rather I will concern myself with my own problems.
I will NOT waste anymore time on people that are blatantly selfish, inconsiderate, and self absorbed.
I AM a good person, even if I can be a totally bitch sometimes. I DO care about other people, even when I have so much stuff going on that I can't stop for a minute and think about relaxing. I CAN be depended on, even when it inconveniences me. I WILL take time to talk to someone that needs a friend, even if I have other stuff to do.
I DESERVE BETTER!!! And I WILL have better.
Okay, bitching done.
Dodadaghovi
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