Jul 24, 2018
You only get 3 guesses to figure out where I went yesterday.
For a whole bunch of years I worked for a dentist — and also did weekend stints for an oral surgeon in a hospital setting. I KNOW what goes on behind the patient’s back and for certain procedures that tends to make me a bit anxious. But yesterday, an episode of Fixer Upper was on and had me so distracted I didn’t mind being there at all. Matter of fact, I considered asking if I could stay and finish that last 10 minutes of the show. Joanna Gaines still had things to show me.
Jul 17, 2018
This is Jim Thorpe at the 1912 Olympics. Jim, an American Indian from Oklahoma, was there to represent the U.S. and on the morning of his competitions his shoes were stolen. He found a mismatched pair of replacements (see photo), including one from a garbage bin, and won the gold medal wearing them.
I looked for a great quote to add to my thoughts and searched good ole’ Google using the keywords “excuses or results quote.” Google served up about a bajillion different people saying basically the same thing (reminding me that lots of people a whole lot smarter than me are talking about not giving reasons why you can’t do something). I’m opting out of adding a quote but will instead just say it as best I can…
Jim Thorpe had many reasons why he couldn’t compete — much less WIN — in the 1912 Olympics. But he didn’t whine about not having his shoes or complain about the fact that no other Native American (during a period of severe racial inequality) had ever won a gold medal for the United States.
He found a solution to his challenges and produced results.
Don’t let challenges stop you from running YOUR race.
Colette didn’t let a little thing like already having a milkshake at Larrison’s Diner keep her from reaching her ultimate goal for the day… a trip to Orange Leaf for yet another summer treat. If you want something badly enough, don’t let excuses get in the way of obtaining it.
Jun 25, 2018
Tuesday 6/26/18: UPDATE: MAN FACES LEVEL 1 NEGLECT CHARGE IN SON’S DEATH
I awoke this morning to the Tribune’s article stating that the neglect charge is punishable by 20 to 40 years in prison upon conviction and the father also faces charges of pointing a firearm and possession of methamphetamine.
Monday 6/25/18: Today, there was a little feller reported missing in my city. The Seymour Police Department alerted the public via Facebook and the post was shared a bajillion times. Even my friends in Nova Scotia shared my share. The child was located. (YAY!)
Last week, an 8 year-old boy died in the Ville (Tribune article). He was in Colette’s class when she attended Crothersville and I personally know his grandmother and great aunt but not the parents. Even before the father was jailed later that day for failing to register as a sex offender, rumors were flying around regarding the child’s cause of death.
Of course, rumors are incredibly painful to an already devastated family. 🙁
I think it’s human nature to have compassion for children. This same compassion is what fueled so many to share the post about the missing boy! And it’s hard not to speculate what might’ve happened when anyone — especially a child — unexpectedly dies. I’m guilty of that myself and you probably are too. “I wonder what could’ve happened?” That’s different than spreading rumors and blaming someone before facts and determinations have been made.
Sadly, when family members ask people to ‘please respect the privacy of the family‘ on social media, it sparks even more rumors (in my opinion). The people who will be respectful don’t need to be reminded — and those who won’t be respectful will not be deterred by a request.
Because charges have now been filed — and a news release will be held at noon today — some rumors will be verified and others dispelled. But no matter the outcome of future legal proceedings, a little boy is gone forever and it’s so very sad…
Jun 6, 2018
In 2010, I bought my first Mini Cooper. Sort of like Groundhog Day, today, it’s 2010 all over again.
This one is a convertible with amazing leather seats, but everything else is right where I left it in the one I bought new in 2010.
While those pesky neighbors are pretty incredible, they will never be expert photographers. See that flesh colored corner? Carl didn’t mean for his thumb to get in the way, but nevertheless, it did. It makes the photo more special — and is why it’s the only one he took that I sent by text to myself. In 8 years, I’ll look at this and see that thumb… and smile.
May 30, 2018
I am sooo bummed. I found out this morning that I positively can NOT have a pool in my backyard. After paying money down and scheduling the digging to begin on July 6th — and hiring a dude to pull out shrubs to make more room — I now know that as long as I live here the best I’m gonna get is a Wal-mart kiddie pool. The City of Seymour thought running the sewer line right through the middle of my backyard was a wonderful idea.
Tonight, we drove all over town looking for houses that already have a pool or that have a backyard big enough to accommodate one. A drive-by on the one potential dampened my mood even more because it was a wreck in a poor location with no liner in the deteriorating pool… and it was over $200k and not worth sinking another $100k in it. When they say it’s a seller’s market — believe it.
Earlier in the day I went to my dentist’s appointment. When finished, I’ll have paid $3500 there and it’s not like going to the dentist is FUN or anything. And the $20 lottery scratch-off I bought early this morning (before getting hit with all this other stuff and was feeling lucky), was only worth $20.
Because I’m grumpy today and don’t care, I’m going to share a photo of my Mom and me. Taken outside in 95 degree weather — with NO POOL IN SIGHT — she looks a whole lot better than my sweaty self. I swear I look like Quasimodo in this photo… what’s up with that hump on my back anyway?? Sheesh! I sure hope tomorrow is a better day.
