Monday, July 30, 2007

Top Idiots

Idiot # 1

I am a medical student currently doing a rotation in toxicology at the poison control center. Today, this woman called in very upset because she caught her little daughter eating ants. I quickly reassured her that the ants are not harmful and there would be no need to bring her daughter into the hospital.

She calmed down, and at the end of the conversation happened to mention that she gave her daughter some ant poison to eat in order to kill the ants. I told her that she better bring her daughter into the Emergency room right away.

Here's your sign lady. Wear it with pride.


Idiot # 2

Seems that a year ago, some Boeing employees on the airfield decided to steal a life raft from one of the 747s. They were successful in getting it out of the plane and home.

When they took it for a float on the river, a Coast Guard helicopter coming towards them surprised them. It turned out that the chopper was homing in on the emergency locator beacon that activated when the raft was inflated.

They are no longer employed at Boeing. Here's your sign guys. Don't get it wet, the paint might run.


Idiot # 3 - A true story out of San Francisco

A man, wanting to rob a downtown Bank of America, walked into the branch and wrote "This is a stick up. Put all your muny in this bag."

While standing in line, waiting to give his note to the teller, he began to worry that someone had seen him write the note and might call the police before he reached the teller's window. So he left the Bank of America and crossed the street to Wells Fargo.

After waiting a few minutes in line, he handed his note to the Wells Fargo teller. She read it and, surmising from his spelling errors that he wasn't the brightest light in the harbor, told him that she could not accept his stickup note because it was written on a Bank of America deposit slip and that he would either have to fill out a Wells Fargo deposit slip or go back to Bank of America.

Looking somewhat defeated, the man said, "OK" and left. He was arrested a few minutes later, as he was waiting in line back at Bank of America.

Don't bother with this guy's sign. He probably couldn't read it anyway.


Idiot # 4

A motorist was unknowingly caught in an automated speed trap that measured his speed using radar and photographed his car. He later received in the mail a ticket for $40 and a photo of his car.

Instead of payment, he sent the police department a photograph of $40.

Several days later, he received a letter from the police that contained another picture, this time of handcuffs.

He immediately mailed in his $40.

Another sign (though this guy might be onto something worth thinking about)!


Idiot # 5

Guy walked into a little corner store with a shotgun and demanded all the cash from the cash drawer. After the cashier put the cash in a bag, the robber saw a bottle of scotch that he wanted behind the counter on the shelf.

He told the cashier to put it in the bag as well, but the cashier refused and said, "Because I don't believe you are over 21." The robber said he was, but the clerk still refused to give it to him because he didn't believe him.

At this point the robber took his driver's license out of his wallet and gave it to the clerk.
The clerk looked it over, and agreed that the man was in fact over 21 and he put the scotch in the bag.

The robber then ran from the store with his loot. The cashier promptly called the police and gave the name and address of the robber that he got off the license. They arrested the robber two hours later.

Remind me to have more signs printed up. Give this guy his!


Idiot # 6

A pair of Michigan robbers entered a record shop nervously waving revolvers. The first one shouted, "Nobody move!" When his partner moved, the startled first bandit shot him.

This guy doesn't need a sign, he probably figured it out himself.


Idiot # 7

Arkansas: Seems this guy wanted some beer pretty badly. He decided that he'd just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window.

The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. Seems the liquor store window was made of Plexi-Glass. The whole event was caught on videotape.

Oh, that smarts. Give him his sign!


Idiot # 8

Ann Arbor: The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti, Michigan at 12:50 A.M., flashed a gun and demanded cash.

The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren't available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away.

Please note that these people are allowed to vote!


Two hunters from Michigan
(true story)

This is from a radio program, a true report of an incident in Michigan:

A guy buys a brand new Lincoln Navigator for $42,500 and has $560 monthly payments. He and a friend go duck hunting in winter, and of course all the lakes are frozen. These two guys go out on the lake with the guns, the dog, and of course the new vehicle. They drive out onto the lake ice and get ready.

Now, they want to make some kind of a natural landing area for the ducks, something for the decoys to float on. In order to make a hole large enough to look like something a wandering duck would fly down and land on, it is going to take a little more effort than an ice hole drill.

So, out of the back of the new Navigator comes a stick of dynamite with a short, 40-second fuse. Now these two Rocket Scientists do take into consideration that they want to place the stick of dynamite on the ice at a location far from where they are standing (and the new Navigator), because they don't want to take the risk of slipping on the ice when they run from the burning fuse and possibly go up in smoke with the resulting blast. They light the 40-second fuse and throw the dynamite.

Remember a couple of paragraphs back when I mentioned the vehicle, the guns and the dog? Let's talk about the dog: A highly trained Black Lab used for RETRIEVING. Especially things thrown by the owner.

You guessed it, the dog takes off at a high rate of doggy speed on the ice and captures the stick of dynamite with the burning 40-second fuse about the time it hits the ice. The two men yell, scream, wave their arms and wonder what to do now.

The dog, cheered on, keeps coming. One of the guys grabs the shotgun and shoots the dog. The shotgun is loaded with # 8 buckshot, hardly big enough to stop a Black Lab. The dog stops for a moment, slightly confused, but continues on. Another shot and this time the dog, still standing, becomes really confused and of course terrified, thinking these two geniuses have gone insane.

The dog takes off to find cover, under the brand new Navigator. ----BOOM!---- Dog and
Navigator are blown to bits and sink to the bottom of the lake in a very large hole, leaving the two idiots standing there with this "I can't believe this happened" look on their faces.

The insurance company says that sinking a vehicle in a lake by illegal use of explosives is not covered. He still had yet to make the first of those $560 a month payments!

And you thought your day was not going well?

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Breakdown

This morning Jake and I made yet another trip to Home Depot. This time we had a couple of floor jacks to return, as well as some brass fittings that didn't help our leak. When we got to the counter I started rummaging through all of the receipts to find the right one. I bet I had 30 different receipts from the past 3 days alone! Granted, this time we were not giving them money, we were actually getting some of ours back.

I almost lost it.I walked around the store with Jake to make sure we didn't need anything else while we were there in a strange sort of daze. When we got back in the Jimmy he asked me what was wrong, "Can we do this?", I asked him. "Can we honestly do this and not run ourselves into the poor house? Can we do this and still pay for our bills here and at the apartment?" Of course he said yes, and of course I still have my doubts.

The excitement of owning this house has pretty much worn off and now I am more freaked out than anything else. No matter how amazing and how beautiful and ornate this home is, we are never going to be done working on it. Sure all the hardwood and the staircase is priceless, but do you know who is going to be the one keeping it clean? I am going to have a full time job just in general up keep around the house...and then you have to think that because it is so old there is going to be constant maintenance. And the yard work...whew! I know Jake will take care of the mowing but it will be up to me to plant flowers and give it curb appeal.

Now I think I am stressing myself out worse than what I was before! I know that things will be fine in the long run, I am just concerned about what is going to happen short-term. I guess that I have really high expectations for the place, and Jake and I too, and that is causing a lot of my stress.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

The new house, (aka the new problems)

Well, yesterday we began our remodling of our new house. We started off by having the water and electricity turned on. I was so excited I didn't know what to do. We went to Home Depot to buy some new lock sets, the realtor advised us to do this right away since it was foreclosed and you just never know who might have keys. Ahyhow, we ended up spending a small fortune between Wal Mart and Home Depot buying a ladder lock and dead-bolt sets, shelf adn drawer lining, and endless little brass fittings to fix our leaking water pipes.

Yes, I said leaking water pipes. There were small holes, I think 4 or 5, in the pipes that were not causing any problems, but that had the potential to be. Thank God Jake's grandpa is in the business that he i! He and Bonnie came up yesterday to help get the leak taken care of. While the boys were down in the basement, Jake's grandma and I worked on getting down the nast wall paper border they had up. I was surprised at how eaisly it came down.

We had people in and out of there all day long to see the place. John and April stopped over shortly after we got there and started working. Max and Bonnie came shortly after that and the guys got busy on the leaks. Terrie and her son stopped by for a little while, it is always so good to see her! Aaron, a guy Jake works with stopped in and neede me to go with him to meet Karen, (the realtor) to look at one of the houses that we had seen, and he stayed with us all afternoon and helped out. Jeremy came by in the afternoon to see the house since he had only been there in the dark when there was no electricity and it's creepier than hell! My mom finally stopped by too; She didn't say much. That really pissed me off! You would think that your own mother would be excited about you getting a house that is totally amazing, but I guess my family is not that way.

jake's grandma, Bonnie, discovered the grossest looking mud-dobber nest that is in the corner of our house, it looks like a mummy's head! Just what we need is a swarm of bees!! Does Orkin take care of removing bees, I wonder?

We really got a lot done, but the feeling of owning a home really started to net feel so good. This time we are more limited on funds and time, so I just keep thinking that we are going to run out of time, energy, and money. Deep down, I know we won't but that nagging feeling is enough to freak any worrier out!

Jake is over there today putting up the floor joists that we need to finish up the structural stuff that needed done right away. I had to be at work from 10-5, but I wish I were there. I guess Aaron is back over there and they finished getting the leaks under control. I am going to have to remember to take my camera over there so I can get regular updated pictures for our home scrapbook.

We are going with Carma and Ayron to go swimming tonight. It will be so refreshing to do something like that instead of just sit around the house and watch tv. Last summer we went swimming with Jeannie and Justin at Missy and Neil's almost everyday, I miss doing that, but it's not worth it putting up with the drama that follows Jeannie around.

Well, I suppose I should get back to work so that I can get the paperwork done for the home that I sold this afternoon. It's time that I go defend myself against the ass-holes taht are badmouthing me for taking a day off everyweek. AGRH!!!

Friday, July 27, 2007

he walks slowly toward me
big brown eyes watching me
wanting me
he can taste the lust
the desire
we both share for one another
touching now
kissing now
wanting...now

mmmmm...
to taste him
is to love him
sinful kisses
wicked kisses
sometimes it's good to be bad

Thursday, July 26, 2007

What is Love?

What is love? How on earth can anyone pinpoint any one definition to answer this age-old timeless question?


I am sitting in my office alone this afternoon, answering my daily leads on my desktop and jamming to some music on my laptop. The music has been going all day and I never really paid any attention to it, until the song "A Feeling Like That", by Gary Allan came on. "...Like lightening in my veins and thunder in my chest...I've been chasing that sensation half-way around the world with out looking back...and I can't find a feeling like that," he croons in that amazing ever-so-sexy voice of his.


I am a die-hard country music fan, so nearly every song I hear is about love, either losing it or getting it. There are so many ways to describe a...feeling like that. The easiest place at my fingertips to look is the jacket of any given country cd. Randy Travis describes it as..."deeper than the holler, stronger than the river, higher than the pine tree growing tall upon the hill. Purer than the snowflake that falls in late December, and honest as a robin on a springtime windowsill. And longer than the song of a Whippoorwill." (What a country way to describe anything!) Clay Walker puts in well when he sings, "Love is a rhythm of two hearts beating, pounding out a message, steady and true."


After thinking of just these three songs, my philosophical mind starts racing and filling with ideas. I decided to use the world's most accessible researching tool, the Internet, to do a little shopping on what some others thought. Webster's dictionary describes love as: (n) a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness (v) to experience deep affection, passion, or intense desire for another.


I sat back and thought about this definition for a minute or two. One word of it stuck out at me: passion. In thinking of passion, I thought of one other thing: sex. I sat back and pondered this for a minute too. An I the only girl who associates passion with sex? I think not!


There are many things that I am passionate about: animal abuse, gun control, Ted Nugent, wranglers and cowboys! I think the only thing Jake is passionate about is having a lot of money, and maybe about fishing. However, for me, the words passion, love, and sex don't even belong in the same sentence together. They seem to only belong together in a romance novel or romantic movie. Jake and I neither one are romantic people, sometimes we even go a day or two without even hugging one another. What can this mean?

Don't get me wrong here, I love Jake, and I know that he loves me. But do Jake and I have passion? Do we feel that strongly about one another? (I know that it seems that I am getting way off track here, but bear with me on this one.) Again, I sit back and think. I sat back and thought about all of the couples I know, the ones who seem to have passion for one another and the others that are your average couple. In my circle of friends, relatives, and acquaintances, the average couple over rules the passionate ones time and time again. I thought about the couple in romance novels and the love story movies and the passion that they show to one another. I know that they don't really exist, but if someone can dream or act or write about it, then why can it just happen to me damn it?!? I was jealous and I couldn't help it.

First Corinthians 13:4-8 says: "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."

Wow! Nothing like a good dose of Bible-lovin' to put things into perspective for you! How can I have a passionate relationship when I fail nearly everyday at most of the things listed above? Now I am not going to go into detail about my relationship and what needs worked on between Jake and I , if anyone out there reading this knows either one of us, well then you know that we have been through tougher times than most, that is not what this post is about. Although I can defiantly say that after writing this post I am going to work a lot harder on achieving a more passionate love life, (not meaning physically, but emotionally and spiritually).

Now that that seems to be out of my system, I will get back onto a straighter course. The following are various that I found online while looking up different things for this post. I am such a sucker for quotes.

"Love is blind."
"Love is a fire that reigns in the heart."
"Love is a journey, not a destination."
"Love is the one word that frees us from all of the weight and pain of life."
"Love is the only true happiness in the world."
"Love is the only true adventure."
"Love is friendship set on fire."
"Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale...Love loves, this is it's nature."
"Love is like war: easy to begin, but hard to end."
"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."
"Love is more than just three words muttered before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other everyday."

"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...it really is worth fighting for , risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." I love this quote; I mentioned before that Jake and I have been through a lot...I used this quote in defending my relationship to my dad last Christmas.

Reading all of these quotes, and the two other pages I found but didn't post, makes me think yet again. Jake and I are passionate! Obviously we don't ogle over one another and call the other one by disgustingly idiotic pet names, but we do care for one another deeper than what I often give credit for. Reading the quotes solidified all of my so-so feelings and made me feel more confident about my relationship. We both love each other; I would be lost without him in my life, and I know he feels the same about me. That is what love is. That is what's important.

Sarah Jessica Parker said once as Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the City: "The most exciting, challenging, and significant relationship of all is the one that you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous." Hmmm...that's another quote that I have had in the back of my mind for a few days now that I have been pondering. (Sort of goes hand-in-hand with this one: "Attention is the most basic form of love; through it we bless and are blessed.")

Think of the love between a woman and a man. Think of the love between a parent and a child. Think of the love between two friends. Think of the love between siblings. Think of the love between a pet and their people. Love is such a strange thing. Curious how many different kinds of love there seem to be and how different people interpret them, huh? Just some food for thought.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Why I Love Mom

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, andit's getting late. I think I'll go to bed." She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt, and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.

She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.

Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her night solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails. Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed." "I'm on my way," she said. She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV's , hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing forthe next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to noone in particular. "I'm going to bed."

And he did...without another thought.

**I got this as an email a long time ago, but I have kept it because it really remimds me of my mom.**

Healthy Insanity

1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.
2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it 'In.'
5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.
6. In the memo field of all your checks, write 'For smuggling diamonds'.
7. Finish all your sentences with 'In accordance with the prophecy.'
8. Dont use any punctuation
9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
10. With a serious face, order a diet water whenever you go out to eat.
11. Specify that your drive-thru order is 'to go.'
12. Sing along at the opera.
13. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.
14. Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.
15. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
16. Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.
17. When the money comes out the ATM, scream, 'I won! I won!'
18. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling 'Run for your lives! They're loose!!'
19. Tell your children over dinner, 'Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go.'

Why, why, why?

Why are there such double standards, (example: I am not allowed to read on a boring Saturday at work, but the other *ahem* men in the office gather around the TV and watch golf)?

Why do boys find it necessary to lie when things would really be so much better if they just told the truth?

Why are there starving and suffering people in the world?

Why do cramps have to suck so bad?

Why do people do things that are bad for the environment?

Why do I care so much?

Why do I get my feelings hurt so much? (Probably because I care to much!)

Why do things taht taste so good make you fat?

Why can't I be one of those people who eat whatever they want and never gain any weight?

Why are puppies so damn cute?

Why didn't someone introduce me to blogging a long time ago?

Why, (and when), did life get so complicated?

Why are there ass holes in the world?

Why do friends have to marry the ass holes of the world?

"Why, why, why, do you wanna change me now?" (...ain't I the one you loved everything about? You might start missin' the old me somehow, so why, why, why do you wanna change me now?)

Why do some words have to be so freaking hilarious, (Wapakoneta...hubba bubba...blubber...poop)?

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Funk a duck!

I am in a funk and I don't know why. I shouldn't be, I have no reason to be. Things are going pretty good for me right now. I have a ton of interviews, for positions that I am actually interested in. We just bought a house taht we will be closing on anyday. I have wonderful friends, family, and pets. So what is my problem; Why do I just feel like crap?

I thought that perhaps it is the weather, but I ruled that out because I have felt like this for a few days, even when it was sunny and beautiful out. I think I have finally come up with a solution.

I CARE TOO MUCH.

How is that possible, you ask? Well, look at it this way: Nothing is wrong with me in my life. But, there are pleanty of shitty things going on in other peoples lives that I care about. Now, I am not saying that it is a bad thing, caring about other people and their problems, but I really need to learn to just let it go. I know it sounds harsh when put into words, but there is nothing I can do about it so I need to just let it go.

Last Wednesday in training, we were shown an example of what was called "Circle of Control, Circle of Influence, and Circle of Concern". Basically it was a drawing of 3 circles, 1 small on in the center, (circle of control, meaning the things you control fall into this circle), 1 bigger circle that goes around the first, (circle of influence, covering things taht you don't really control but that you have a contribution as to how they are decided or resolved), and 1 larger circle around the others, (circle of concern, where things should be that you don't have any control on whatsoever and that you should just take your mind off of.) I thought this was a really good demonstration.

We went on to discuss this and to do an exercise for it. It really put things into perspective for me. I know that I am a worrier...I can't help it, it's genetic, (ever meet my mother, you would totally understand). The exercise that we did in training was specific to our job, but on the plane on the way back home I used the same model to outline different things that I was worried about at the time. WOW!! Talk about a reality check. I think that this is something that everyone should use. I wish it would have been taught to me when I was in college, or even high school!

Saturday, July 14, 2007

It's good to be home!



I mean the title of this blog in a few different ways...
1. I am so glad to sleep in my own bed, in my own state, in weather that is not 115!
2. Remember the pictures of the hopuse I posted a few days ago? Well, IT IS OURS!!!

Since I have been home I really have had the best intentions to get busy blogging. I have so much that I wanted to type about, but now I don't even know where to begin.

I took my laptop on the trip with me thinking that it was going to be the perfect time to blog and surf the net. Once I got to the hotel, I was informed that their internet was down. Bummer! Oh well, I thought, I will just type what I want my blog to say and then copy and paste it when I get home. Yeah right! So here's a quick recap...
Training was informative and enjoyable. Both flights were also enjoyable, (except for when the oxygen masks fell from the top on the way home...freak accident I guess). Dinner at the Rustlers Rooste...awesome, (see above). How do I sum up this restaurant? Hmmmm...let's just say...live country music, steak, beer, and waiters wearing cowboy hats and Wranglers. YEE HAW!!! And I even ate rattlesnake!! Oh, and yes, that bull was outside the restaurant!
I come home, at 5 AM, and hit the sack; Only to be woken up at 9:30 by Jake telling me we had to be at the house at 10 for the inspection. That was enlightening though. I had no idea what really goes on with something like that. I though to myself the whole time...once we leave Jake's grandparents I am going to crash, first blog, then crash. So I get home and decide to check my email first...I end up chatting online with my wonderful PREGNANT friend for a couple of hours, only to be interrupted by our realtor calling to let us know that our bid was accepted!!!!
Seriously, who is going to get any sleep after hearing news like that? Seriously!?! I called
everyone I knew.
Yesterday it was back to work, Blegh! And on Friday the 13th, I should have know to just stay in bed! I am not a supersticious person normally, but yesterday could have made a believer out of anyone! Between coworkers stealing my people, some of my customers sending me a dozen roses, (beautlifu by the way!), that same customers house being crashed while being delivered, my friends husband poking a hole in his leg, (seriously...not joking!), I could go on and on!! I just wanted to hide under a big rock until it was the 14th!!






Thursday, July 5, 2007

Customer Complaints

Anyone who reads this blog, or anyone who know me, already know that my confidence in the company I work for has been compromised. Well, today it was even more so!

I guess to say that the problems going on today are the fault of the company that signs my paycheck is not accurate. The real problem lies with Fleetwood and the homes that they say they get 100% satisfaction guarantee on. I would really love to know who gives them such good ratings, because not 1 on the customers that purchased a home from our office has been 100% satisfied.

A lady and her brother cam into the office shortly after the new company took over and bought a home for their disabled sister. I was not here when these people bought, but I have heard horror stories about what awful people they have been and how they complain about everything. Well, they came in today, just a few minutes ago, and were complaing about all of the things that were wrong with the home they purchased. While another customer was talking with them, I answered the phone call of yet another unsatisfied customer. These aren't just nit-picky customers who just need something to complain about...these are pretty serious complaints. The customer in the office was upset because they ordered a gas range and parts were missing and you can't cook on it, there was also chips in the bathtub and light fixtures that were not hooked up properly and would not work at all. The customer on the phone had a broken window and was missing the extra shingles that were supposed to have shipped with the home; He also had chips in his bathtub!

Seriously!!! What the hell is this company doing? Talk about false advertising, on their part and ours. Our job as a distributor is to give customers reasons to buy a Fleetwood Home as opposed to any of the competitors, and after all of this...How can I help someone decide on a home telling them that's it's the best on the market when I know there's a HUGE chance that there will be multiple things wrong with the home.

So, what I am getting at is that this has happened with every customer that I have personally delt with, and other employees have had the same experiences. How do I do something about this and risk my job? I don't plan on sticking around, but I do need to be here until I find something else. I would love to have the funds to be able to afford that first spot that pops up when you Google "manufactured homes" and have a website that says..."Don't buy a Fleetwood!!! They are not truthful about the integrity of their homes or workers." Any suggestions on what to do?

Our New House (Hopefully)!!!




























































































One Flaw With Women

Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have the compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.

However, if there is one flaw in women,
it's that they forget what they are worth.

HAPPY 4TH!!!!