Friday, April 28, 2006

Poop Shoes

My three year old grandaughter, Abby, has a new swingset in her backyard. This backyard is shared by a huge dog named Dax. Yesterday I discovered that before Abby goes out to play on her new swingset, she puts on her rubber boots which she calls her poop shoes.

After I got home I began to laugh thinking that I need some of those shoes. I could put them to good use at work. When irate traffic and criminal offenders come in and proceed to fuss and cuss, I could say "Wait a minute please while I change into my poop shoes." That would be much better than my usual reaction which I will not go into at this time.

I could also wear them at other times such as when I prepare my taxes, talk to telemarketers, buy gasoline, etc. You get the picture. Life is full of poopy moments which just putting on our poop shoes would help. Just the thought makes me laugh and changes my attitude. Humor has diffused more than one unpleasant moment for me.

So look out. I'm headed to the farm supply store for some poop shoes!!!

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Vacation Time Is Drawing Nigh

While messing around on the internet today, I came across the cutest little travel trailer I have ever seen. It gave me the fever to hit the open road. Only six more years and I can retire, if they don't change social security survivor benefits before then. Oh, to be a woman of leisure with time on my hands to relax and enjoy the simple pleasures of life. I feel the need for a VACATION!

Does it ever seem unfair to work fifty weeks a year and only have two weeks of rest? And that is only if you don't have to use your vacation time for funerals and other fun stuff like that. Now I know that you younger readers are wondering why take so much time off for funerals. But let me tell you that the older you get the more of them you attend. So let me make this request: when I'm gone, go have a quick graveside service and then throw a big party in my honor. If you have to take the day off you might as well enjoy it and I will be having the time of my life on the other side. They better fling those pearly gates open wide cause I'm gonna be dancing and singing (two things I do miserably at here on earth).

Now if I sound like I'm feeling a bit down, you have the wrong impression. Right now I'm sitting at the computer after a very nice night. I went by and saw the two most wonderful grandchildren in the world after work. Then came home and watched a good movie, ate a pork chop supper and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Next thing is to curl up with a good book and read myself to sleep.

Once again I have filled this blog with gibberish. Hope you enjoyed and laughed a little.

Sunday, April 23, 2006


Got this in email and it is too good not to share:

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. "Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head "H-M-M, " she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "Today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YEAH!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"
Attitude is everything!!

Starting a New Week

If there is anyone out there actually reading my blog, I know you have been anxiously waiting for my next bit of gibberish.

Thank goodness the week from hell is over. I actually managed to just relax around the house yesterday and plan to do some more of that today.

My two little sweethearts came out to play at Mammaw's house last night and we had a blast. I love it when I get a "first" at my house. Lilly rolled over by herself on a pallet on the floor last night. Abby and I were so excited. Then Abby laid down beside her so that she would not roll off the quilt. It was soooo sweet.

Today at church we dedicated our new educational building. We have already been having Sunday School there for about a month. It is so nice to have a large, new room and to get the church offices moved into the church building.

So now you are all caught up on my very interesting life. Later, taters.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

The Best Laid Plans or Read the Sign

This was the week in which I planned to get everything caught up at work. The lady I share an office with is on vacation so I figured it would be very quiet, no one to talk to, not many distractions, etc. But noooooo! The last two days I have not even gotten my receipts entered each day. And today I should have closed them out for the 15th. But I'm still on the 6th. Seems like people need driving lessons because I have copied bunches of accident reports the last two days. And even with a sign in the payment window saying where to pay fines (my office mates's job is collecting fines), people still come in and ask where they need to pay fines. Isn't there a country song about that?

Then there was court next door today which creates a human traffic flow through the office. And 99% of those people need directions to the courtroom - enter at the sign you drove by when you came around the building to park your car (and no, I did not say that although it was tempting).

Next there are those with warrants waiting to be bonded out who are brought to my office for me to "keep an eye on". Which makes me wonder what would happen if they ran. With my vocal cord problem, screaming for help is not an option and with my fluff, running after them is not an option. Oh well, at least they are not hardened criminals and mostly just want to get things straightened out.

And so - so much for plans.

Friday, April 14, 2006


Yesterday was a sad day for Jack and me. Jack is my Jack Russell Terrier which I rescued 2 years ago. Wednesday night my other dog, Maggie, never came to the porch to eat. Since she was 14 to 15 years old, I feared the worst even though it was not unusual for her to come in later. And sure enough, Thursday morning I found her, lying under the porch, at final rest.

Maggie came to live with my family following an ice storm in 1992 or 93. During that ice storm we had another dog put to sleep, Mac. His back had gone out and he was in pain. The roads were impassable and Shreveport was the closest place for back surgery so we had no options. We missed him badly.

My sister, Gloria, and her family lived in Arkansas City at the time. She called me nearly everyday for about a month trying to get me to come over and see the prettiest little dog who had come to their house during the ice storm. I held out for a month and then finally gave in. When I got there and sat down on the couch, sure enough the prettiest little dog I had ever seen came walking across the floor and jumped up beside me. It was love at first sight. We rode home with her chin resting on my lap like she had found her place. The picture above was Maggie as a young dog, right after she entered our lives.

Every morning when I leave for work, Jack and Maggie have been running alongside me all the way to the corner of the road. This morning as I left, Jack just sat on the porch watching me leave. After a few days, I may have to get another companion for Jack.

For those of you who know me, I always try to inject humor into almost every situation. I called Gloria yesterday to help me bury Maggie. Since she was there from the first, I felt she should share in the last day. As we sniffed and snotted and dug, I stopped for a second and said, "I feel like someone should bring out a ham and some casseroles." We both laughed for a minute and then went back to digging.

Will Rogers kind of summed up how I feel about my dogs: "If there are no dogs in heaven, then I want to go where they are."

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Look What Eating Lettuce Does For You

He weighs in at 22 pounds and measures a little over 3 feet. He is a breed of rabbit called German Giant (how appropriate!). This is his owner, Hans Wagner, struggling to hold him up. From the NY Post article... We don't feed him an unusual diet, said Wagner. He goes through more than his brothers and sisters, but he eats the same food mix. His favorite food is actually lettuce...he can never get enough of it. LOOK AT THOSE FEET!

Okay all you dieters out there. Forget the lettuce. The picture and caption above was emailed to me by a friend who must have my best interest at heart. It is an encouragement to know that lettuce will turn me into a giant. Thank goodness, I can stick to potatoes and gravy!

Sunday, April 09, 2006


I read the following in an email today: "We all get heavier as we get older because there's a lot more information in our heads. So I'm not fat, I'm just really intelligent and my head couldn't hold any more so it started filling up the rest of me! That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

Now I know what I have to do to lose weight - empty my mind! For those of you who are reading my blog spot, I realize you all think that I have already emptied my mind. But I beg to differ. My mind seems to never shut off, even when the rest of my body wants to shut down and sleep. Is this a fatal flaw? Or a gift from God? Or just curiosity about most everything? Or ........what?

I read Diana's blog site (my friend and Kristy's friend too) about fasting. Sometimes I think I think too much. Most definitely I analyze a situation to death instead of just trusting the face of it. There are not motives behind everything that happens. Maybe I need a mental fast as well as a physical fast.

None of this probably makes any sense to anybody but me. And I am very thankful to have a mind and some degree of intelligence (even though it has overflowed into my body). Enough of this dribble! I'm going to bed and listen to my mind race. Nighty night.

P.S. Kristy,
Try this color in bold and big and see if you can read it better.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Brain Test

Okay, so I took another test. This is a brain test. Since I hated tests in school so much, this is a marvel. But I love to review the results and see if they really describe me. Since I'm a Libra, it is no surprise that I have a balanced brain! So check this out and tell me what you think:

Ginger, you are Balanced-brained

That means you are able to draw on the strengths of both the right and left hemispheres of your brain, depending upon a given situation.

When you need to explain a complicated process to someone, or plan a detailed vacation, the left hemisphere of your brain, which is responsible for your ability to solve problems logically, might kick in. But if you were critiquing an art opening or coming up with an original way to file papers, the right side of your brain, which is responsible for noticing subtle details in things, might take over.

While many people have clearly dominant left- or right-brained tendencies, you are able to draw on skills from both hemispheres of your brain. This rare combination makes you a very creative and flexible thinker.

The down side to being balanced-brained is that you may sometimes feel paralyzed by indecision when the two hemispheres of your brain are competing to solve a problem in their own unique ways.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006


Just got a few laughs from a cowboy site. One of them is, "There are three kinds of cowboys: the one that learns by reading, the few who learn by observation, and the rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves." Where do you fit in? You're thinking about it, right?

"Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment". I should have really good judgment by now. Maybe that's why when you hit your 50's you don't care what everyone thinks anymore. Most of the bad judgment is behind and we are full of experience and good judgment. And we have pee'd on a lot of electric fences.

"Letting the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n putting it back in." I never have been able to catch that cat and stuff it back in that tow sack!

If you get to thinking you're a person of some influence, try ordering someone else's dog around."

And last, "a mountain lion felt so good after eating a whole bull that he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him . . . . . . . the moral: when you're full of bull keep your mouth shut." And with that reminder, I'll shut up.

Saturday, April 01, 2006