Spring 2016

It's going to be a long election season.

Way. Too. Long........

Good morning!
I was going back through and reading my old stuff on here and thought, wow, everyday I think of something I should write about!


Some things have calmed in our lives the last 3 years and others have ramped up.


I will say that more and more everyday I find that I just don't fit in with most everyone else.  My thought process on many things is completely different from anyone else's most of the time.


Example:
This morning I have been reading about the outrage regarding Dallas Cowboys hiring Greg Hardy.  He was let go from the Panthers because he "beat his ex-girlfriend".  Before I even write anymore let me clearly state that I am one who believes everyone should keep their hands to themselves, period.  With that said, did anyone do any research on this situation other than hearing the gas lighting statement HE BEAT HIS GIRLFRIEND!!!!  Did anyone read that she was all jacked up on cocaine the night in question?  Could they possibly be fighting each other?  And please don't start with the "but he's bigger than her, and you don't hit girls".  NO you don't hit anyone, again everyone keep their hands to themselves.  And the other part that got me the big ZOMG in the story is Hardy had a gaggle of firearms in the apartment, all legally.  So, I thought that's what those screeching like howler monkeys about the 2nd amendment are for?  Oh wait, you mean it might not be a good idea for someone who is allegedly a violent person have a gaggle of guns in their possession?  Why not?  He has a right to have them correct?


Whether it's true or not, I read that as soon as Hardy's attorney brought up the cocaine aspect of the girlfriend the judge disallowed anymore questions about it, because you know it doesn't matter she was all jacked up, you don't hit poor women.


There are true women beaters out there, I am not discounting that fact whatsoever.  There are also just violent people that get together and decide to beat on each other.


Wonder how many CEOs and other "business" men beat their girlfriends or wives? Are their jobs called into question?  Not as much in my experience.


There are three sides to every story - his, hers and the truth.
Everyone keep their hands to themselves.

FYI a year!!!!!

It's been a year since I wrote on here....let's not have this happen again...

Will write more later!

What a hoo ha....

 54 bags of heroin, 31 empty bags used to package heroin, eight prescription pills and $51.22 in cash and change

This is what was found in a Scranton, PA woman's hoo-ha!

She put pennies in her vejayjay!!!  What the hell, I can MAYBE see the dollars but the pennies?

I bet she is a mom too........nice.

Scaravan

So there is a local joint here that has been around for nearly 30 years I think.  It's a country music bar with a huge dance floor.  Been going there on and off every now and then for awhile.  All ages attend from 21 to 81.  And let me say, the place never lets me down on something I haven't seen yet.

If you get there early you have the wonderful opportunity to watch as people go from stone cold sober to slobbering drunk.  Then the desperation nears as closing time approaches. 

The girls say at the beginning of the night - "I'm gonna get me a man!", "He thinks I am home with the kids.", "I'm gonna find that no good, cheating SOB!", "We don't need any men, we're here on girls night to dance!"
      Girls at the end of the night - "Why can't I find a man?", "I just want to go home to be with my kids." "I can't believe I caught him out here with her!",  "Hey girls, I'm going home with Steve, he's hot, check you guys later!"

The boys say at the beginning of the night - "I'm so gonna find a hottie and get laid!"
     Boys at the end of the night - "She'll do, I'm gonna get laid!"

Ummm do you see the difference?  Yep thought you would.   

You look around and you have all these different characters. 

The group of hot young girls, the group of young hot boys, the fat girls club, the old pervert men, the newly divorcees or singles, the married person out with single friend/s, the middle aged guys trying to be younger, the middle aged women who truly don't give a f* anymore, the desperate older women, the cougars, the cougar bait, the gold diggers, etc.  Everyone is working an angle.

Me and mine, we go to people watch and actually dance.  So while walking through the bar my friend says, GLO the fat chicks are looking at me like a T-bone steak!

I turned around and said,,,,, YOU GOTTA DANCE WITH THE FAT ONES TO GET TO THE RIGHT ONES!!!!

I bet in 20 years the same old people will be out there, I will let you know.

Big Mistake

We all make them, we all pay for them.  The key is to learn from them and not repeat history.  Also, remorse goes a long way.  If you aren't remorseful then you don't think you made a mistake and will do it again and again.

Being remorseful, however, does not mean constantly beat yourself up over your poor decision.  Besides, if you can't forgive yourself then no one else will either.  If your mistake disappointed someone or many, just keep in mind they are not perfect, have probably disappointed you and more than likely will sometime in the future.

You have to, have to look at the mistake and figure out what caused you to make it and how can you avoid in the future.  That is really, really hard to do.  It's way easier to just say, "I don't know".  You do know and you have to admit it to yourself, truly. 

You will definitely look back and think, why you did what you did.  However, circumstances at that time are usually a contributing factor and circumstances change.

SKEERED!!

NOUN – means more than just scared!!!

Here is a story for all of you and those of you who don’t know me well enough to be damn SKEERED of me and my family.

Those of you who read this daily and think I am not noticing you or what you are doing, think again.

Today would have been my mom and dad’s 38^th anniversary, but they divorced when I was 16.  The particulars don’t matter now, it was a long time ago.

I hear people out there all the time talking about how crazy they are and they will jack somebody up, etc.  OH PUHLEASE!!!  People you don’t know crazy like I know crazy.   Steve says it’s Louisiana crazy.  Meaning you are FROM there, not you moved there.  Well my mom is FROM there and so was my raging Cajun Granddaddy!!!  Meaning my mom inherited and learned from the best and I have quite a good little knowledge myself.

See Granddaddy was a raging alcoholic.  Very sad.  He was an identical twin like my boys.  His twin brother died.  Granddaddy never could recover from the sever pain of losing his brother.  I will tell you some stories later about him but right now want to tell you this one.  You needed to know some background to know where this comes from…..

Mom and dad divorced and dad was given the amount he was to pay in child support, even though he felt I was an “adult” at 16 and he shouldn’t have to help mom take care of me.  In all honesty I think he gave mom money a total of maybe 3 times.

This one time in particular mom had called him and said she needed some money for me for some reason, who knows – dancing, cheerleading, school whatever.  Dad said ok.  He always just said ok.  Let me say this, Dad lived with my mom around 18 years and you would have thought he knew better than to just tell mom ok and think she would let it go. 

You see if my mom tells you to do something, UMMMM you do it unless you don’t have use of your arms or legs are dead or in a coma or in jail…..get what I am saying.  If you don’t do what she tells you, then well let me tell you she will make you wish you had. 

Now I am unsure of the specifics on if dad said a day/time he would give her the money but apparently he didn’t follow through with what he said and I am pretty sure mom spoke to him at least one more time to give him a chance to do what she told him.  There is none of this calling 100x , pleading, begging, threatening or whatever, that’s not how it, no that’s not how mom,  works.

Well he didn’t and here we go. 

So mom, puts her little self (yes all of 5’2” and 95 lbs) in her little red truck she had at the time and drives to where dad’s shop was.  Dad had worked there for about 10+ years.  There was a bar across the street from the shop, think it was the fancy “WHY NOT” bar.  Mom pulled in and parked her truck facing the front door of dad’s shop, which also had a big garage door on it..  She just sat there and started reading her book.  The big garage door is open and then she sees my dad, his brother and their boss just standing in the doorway looking at her.  Then they shut the door down about half way. 

            Apparently at this time Dad has a restraining/protective order against my mom. 

Yes I said against my mom.  So I guess he thought this would prevent mom from

“getting” to him.  This restraining order came from an incident in which somehow my dad got two black eyes : )…… I am guessing Dad should have blocked better but hey I wasn’t there it’s just a guess. 

Mom said for about 30 minutes, every few minutes or so dad or one of the other guys would look under the garage door to see if she was still there.  She said she could see their feet run back out from under the door.

Now a policeman shows up and knocks on mom’s truck window.  She rolls it down and said hello.  The policeman said Ms. Shepherd, your ex-husband has called us and informed us he has a restraining/protective order against you and you can’t be within 1K feet from his person.  Keep in mind he is giggling while he is saying this.  My mom asked him how far was she from Dad.  Policeman said well I am pretty sure you are outside the 1K feet.  She said well I don’t need to get any closer.  He just needs to give me some child support like he was ordered and he told me he would.  Policeman said well OK then and left.

I am pretty sure it was THAT night Dad found the money and time to bring it by the house.  He told my mom later that he always thought she was capable of doing such things but that day she proved it!!!

Some of you may not understand or get this but if you do then you know what it’s like to be SKEERED!!!  As hell!!!

Don’t make me SKEER you, don’t forget I am watching you and I got your number!