...a cornfed Hoosier!! Never thought you'd actually hear me say that, huh?
Well, I cannot help but burst with pride and adoration during this time of year. I love the subtle crispness of the air and the way things look and smell. I was on my way to work the other day and I saw something that made me angry. I don't remember now what it was, but I do remember formulating this whole blog post in my head on all these various things things that piss me off. Later that same day while I was on my way home I saw a combine in a field harvesting crops.
I don't think I could have smiled any wider. So, instead of blogging about the different things that piss me off, I decided to blog about things that make me immensely happy. I realize I only included 3 things, but I am limited on time right now as my boss has been looming over everyone all day!!
I have had this same blog for many years. When it began the title was a little sarcastic. Now, not so much. At least not all the time anyway.
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
"Friendship is Beautiful"
Millenium Tree (Tree of Peace) As mankind emerges from the mists of time to enter a new millennium, hope abounds that all nations will be united in friendship and love (hidden faces) encircle our fragile and incredibly complex world.The D.N.A. bracelet twines round the "helping hand" guiding the younger hand of humanity that strives to explore and learn so much more. You will find a number of famous characters that have influenced and shaped our past, present and future e.g. Darwin, Einstein, Beethoven etc.The left side symbolises nature - while the right symbolises technology and the future.The dove symbolises peace and the rainbow hope. The hands either side of the tree symbolise the need for our beautiful world to be protected forever.
I have learned recently that friendship can be beautiful, when you have a friend that is beautiful. This is from my dear friend Molly, whom I adore and respect more than she will ever know. I value her friendship and advice more than anyone else's.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
James Patterson: My New Favorite
I would consider myself an avid reader. Between the 2-3 audio books I listen to a week and the usually 2 books I read a week, I have put some serious pages behind me the past few months. I am always reading something but I haven't been completely book obsessed until we moved into our new house.
Typically I stay away from what I refer to as "Blockbuster" writers, or writers that have a bestseller with every book published. I never pick up a Nora Roberts/JD Robb, Danielle Steele, Dean Koontz, Mary Higgins Clark, or James Patterson. One would think that someone who reads as much as I do that I would totally go for the authors that have the bestsellers because, well, they are bestsellers for a reason. I don't because I have this goofed-up way of thinking that if a couple of their books were good then people are going to buy them no matter what. Deep down I know that is not true.
Anyhow, one day at the grocery store I read the jacket for James Patterson's The Quickie. I thought it sounded good, but I put it back. Later on at the library when I couldn't decide on anything else I checked for the dreaded James Patterson book.
I was hooked after the first chapter. I would sit in car long after getting home just to hear what was going to happen next. I was telling everyone I knew that they HAD to read it and what a suspenseful read it was. But still, I didn't pick up another James Patterson book.
Until late one Sunday afternoon when my sister and I made a special trip to Fort Wayne just to go to Borders because the library was closed and I had finished my audio book. Driving can be such a bore and a complete waste of time without an audio book!
That night I bought Beach Road for $5.99 off the bargain book shelf. For the next couple of days I had a hard time getting into it. Rather than having one person read the story, there is a different person vocalizing each of the main characters and I found that somewhat distracting. I found the story a little dry to start with and found myself wondering who messed up and put the wrong description on the back of the package. But, sure enough, I got into the story just like I do most other books I read. Everyday I was telling Jake what had happened.
The ending came out of nowhere!! Literally. For me the end of the book wasn't the climax, but it was a couple of chapters previous. I hate to give books away to anyone who has not read them, but I can't help but say that even now I find myself thinking, "Oh, no! Not you, Tom! Why?" And I finished the book a week ago!
I also picked up Violets Are Blue by James Patterson that night at Borders. I am listening to it right now and it will be finished tomorrow. It's an Alex Cross novel. Typically if an author has a character that repeats in novels I read them in order, like Janet Evonovich's Stephanie Plum and Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone, but I wasn't aware there was an Alex Cross series until after starting the book.
I have printed the entire list of James Patterson's books and I have it neatly folded in my wallet in the same pocket as my library card so I will be prepared on my next visit. I am completely consumed with these books and I will probably not read anything else until I have read all of them!
Typically I stay away from what I refer to as "Blockbuster" writers, or writers that have a bestseller with every book published. I never pick up a Nora Roberts/JD Robb, Danielle Steele, Dean Koontz, Mary Higgins Clark, or James Patterson. One would think that someone who reads as much as I do that I would totally go for the authors that have the bestsellers because, well, they are bestsellers for a reason. I don't because I have this goofed-up way of thinking that if a couple of their books were good then people are going to buy them no matter what. Deep down I know that is not true.
Anyhow, one day at the grocery store I read the jacket for James Patterson's The Quickie. I thought it sounded good, but I put it back. Later on at the library when I couldn't decide on anything else I checked for the dreaded James Patterson book.
I was hooked after the first chapter. I would sit in car long after getting home just to hear what was going to happen next. I was telling everyone I knew that they HAD to read it and what a suspenseful read it was. But still, I didn't pick up another James Patterson book.
Until late one Sunday afternoon when my sister and I made a special trip to Fort Wayne just to go to Borders because the library was closed and I had finished my audio book. Driving can be such a bore and a complete waste of time without an audio book!
That night I bought Beach Road for $5.99 off the bargain book shelf. For the next couple of days I had a hard time getting into it. Rather than having one person read the story, there is a different person vocalizing each of the main characters and I found that somewhat distracting. I found the story a little dry to start with and found myself wondering who messed up and put the wrong description on the back of the package. But, sure enough, I got into the story just like I do most other books I read. Everyday I was telling Jake what had happened.
The ending came out of nowhere!! Literally. For me the end of the book wasn't the climax, but it was a couple of chapters previous. I hate to give books away to anyone who has not read them, but I can't help but say that even now I find myself thinking, "Oh, no! Not you, Tom! Why?" And I finished the book a week ago!
I also picked up Violets Are Blue by James Patterson that night at Borders. I am listening to it right now and it will be finished tomorrow. It's an Alex Cross novel. Typically if an author has a character that repeats in novels I read them in order, like Janet Evonovich's Stephanie Plum and Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone, but I wasn't aware there was an Alex Cross series until after starting the book.
I have printed the entire list of James Patterson's books and I have it neatly folded in my wallet in the same pocket as my library card so I will be prepared on my next visit. I am completely consumed with these books and I will probably not read anything else until I have read all of them!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Strangers in the Night
(Wow! That sounds like some cheesy title on an old Dateline rerun!)
Last night was quite interesting over at our house. We headed to bed around 11 like usual and neither one of us was able to sleep well. Around 1 AM Jake woke me to tell me he was going downstairs for a drink and asked if I wanted one. He was down there for a little while but I didn't think anything of it. Then he comes flying up the stairs and grabs a loaded rifle from next to the bed and tells me there's a couple of guys trying to break into the house next door to us. (Not Wetzel's house, the empty junky house on the other side of us. If it were Wetzel's then Jake would have shot first and told me later!)
I assumed it was kids that used to live there, as there were quite the little hooligans! Finally I decided to go downstairs and peek for myself since I was already awake. Sure enough, there were two guys that looked to be about my age lurking around the house peeking in windows and trying to pry open a basement window. Both were male, wearing jeans and black shirts. One was wearing a ball cap and the other a pair of glasses. Both had backpacks on their backs. We were watching out our kitchen window with only the glow from the digital clock on the coffee pot for illumination. We were both pretty sure they never saw us. They never gave any sort of sign that they knew they were being watched.
They never got into the house, and as they took off we went to the window in the front of the house and watched them walk down the corner and turn south on the next street. As soon as we couldn't see them again we went upstairs and called 911. So they didn't actually get into the house? it was still pretty weird to see a couple of guys lurking around at 1AM with backpacks on their backs like that. And I knew that if we read in the paper or heard on the news of any break-ins that we would regret not calling it in.
I told the dispatcher our names, address, and what we had seen. He kept me on the phone with him while he called it in and it was just a couple of minutes more until a patrol car had the guys stopped clear across town. Another officer came to our house and had us walk around with him and explain over and over what we had seen.
The guys told the cop that stopped them that they had known the family that lived there previously and they were just looking in the windows to see if the house had been remodeled or if there was still junk it it. Likely story. Maybe the cops and Jake and I would have believed that if it were 1:00 in the afternoon and they were not trying to pry open the basement window. Anyhow, after the guys "fessed" up to what was going on, the cops let them go.
The officer that had been at our house stuck around a few minutes just talking with us. Meanwhile, we are both yawning and standing in the FREEZING cold grass in our bare feet!! Once he finally left we went back upstairs and tried to go to bed. Have you ever tried to get to sleep after chatting with cops about a couple of guys attempting to break into the house next door to yours? It's not a task that is easily accomplished. Trust me. We tuned in to a rerun of Mike Rowe and Dirty Jobs and tried like hell to get some sleep. neither one of us succeeded and we spent most of the night kicking at one another trying to get comfortable or shoving the dog to one side of the bed or the other.
Getting up for work this morning was miserable for me! It took every shred of energy I could muster to get into the shower and get dressed. I went through my normal routine. Showered and dressed, put on coffee, put the dog outside, straightened up the kitchen, put clothes in the washer. I let the dog in and went upstairs to tell Jake I was leaving. I gathered up my purse and coffee and headed out. I was just a few steps away from my car when I finally realized that my divers side window had been shattered. I dropped everything on the ground and started back to the house only to realize that my keys were in my purse and I had dropped them on the ground. When I turned back around to get my purse I noticed the back hatch of the Jimmy was opened.
I ran inside and grabbed the phone and dialed my office. As I was telling one of the ladies that I work with what was going on I staggered up the stairs shaking so bad that I could hardly breathe or walk. I told Jake and he was up and dressed in seconds and out the back door. Once I was squared away with work I once again called 911. For the second time in 6 hours.
The dispatcher told me there was an officer only a block away and he would be there in seconds. There were 2 different cops there in a couple of seconds, and a third one pulled up shortly after that in the back where the vehicles were parked.
The window in the Malibu had been busted while someone was trying to pry open. The only thing stolen was about $17 in cash that was in my center console. (The jackasses left my $200 Zune and almost $4000 in my lia sophia display jewelry!) The Jimmy's back hatch had been pried open and the stereo had been stolen. The dash was busted up pretty bad, but that was about the extent of the damage to it. (Once again, the perp climbed over a $2000 carpet stretcher and all of our camping and fishing gear. As avid of a fisher that Jake is, I don't even want to know how much he has invested in all of the tackle!)
I originally thought that the two freak incidents with us last night were related, but after talking to the three cops this morning I doubt they were. The kids the stopped last night that were poking around the neighboring house had only a change of clothes and a boy scout knife in their bags. There were no tools or any indication that they were breaking into cars. That's not to say that the incidents were not in some way related, but chances are that they were not. The cops this morning also told us that our vehicles were the third and fourth reports they had had that morning or auto break-in's. There was also one on First Street and one on Michigan.
I called our insurance provider and found that we have only PLPD coverage on both vehicles, which does not cover theft and/or vandalism. I am really cheap when it comes to insurance since I drive slow and have not been in an accident for years, so I was not surprised to be reminded that I had put only the cheapest available on both vehicles.
Talk about a shitty morning!! You know, the thing that bothers me the most is that we had to of been awake when the break-in's happened. Or at least one of us was. I feel violated! I have never been through anything like this before, and I had no idea that it could make you feel so lousy and vulnerable.
Of course, I did have a fever last night and I spent quite a bit of time outside without anything on my feet. Then after getting next to no sleep and having to drive to work with no window on my drivers side and freeze my ass off, I could be feeling pretty lousy over all of that. What a bitch, huh?
The chances of the police actually finding the person(s) who did this are pretty slim, and we knew that when we called them back to the house this morning, but I hope they do catch them. The mother fuckers are going to pay to replace not only my drivers side window, but the whole freaking door that is wobbly and botched and will more than likely have to be replaced according to the man I talked to at the glass place to get a quote on having it fixed. Then Jake is going to track them down and shoot their damn knees off.
Last night was quite interesting over at our house. We headed to bed around 11 like usual and neither one of us was able to sleep well. Around 1 AM Jake woke me to tell me he was going downstairs for a drink and asked if I wanted one. He was down there for a little while but I didn't think anything of it. Then he comes flying up the stairs and grabs a loaded rifle from next to the bed and tells me there's a couple of guys trying to break into the house next door to us. (Not Wetzel's house, the empty junky house on the other side of us. If it were Wetzel's then Jake would have shot first and told me later!)
I assumed it was kids that used to live there, as there were quite the little hooligans! Finally I decided to go downstairs and peek for myself since I was already awake. Sure enough, there were two guys that looked to be about my age lurking around the house peeking in windows and trying to pry open a basement window. Both were male, wearing jeans and black shirts. One was wearing a ball cap and the other a pair of glasses. Both had backpacks on their backs. We were watching out our kitchen window with only the glow from the digital clock on the coffee pot for illumination. We were both pretty sure they never saw us. They never gave any sort of sign that they knew they were being watched.
They never got into the house, and as they took off we went to the window in the front of the house and watched them walk down the corner and turn south on the next street. As soon as we couldn't see them again we went upstairs and called 911. So they didn't actually get into the house? it was still pretty weird to see a couple of guys lurking around at 1AM with backpacks on their backs like that. And I knew that if we read in the paper or heard on the news of any break-ins that we would regret not calling it in.
I told the dispatcher our names, address, and what we had seen. He kept me on the phone with him while he called it in and it was just a couple of minutes more until a patrol car had the guys stopped clear across town. Another officer came to our house and had us walk around with him and explain over and over what we had seen.
The guys told the cop that stopped them that they had known the family that lived there previously and they were just looking in the windows to see if the house had been remodeled or if there was still junk it it. Likely story. Maybe the cops and Jake and I would have believed that if it were 1:00 in the afternoon and they were not trying to pry open the basement window. Anyhow, after the guys "fessed" up to what was going on, the cops let them go.
The officer that had been at our house stuck around a few minutes just talking with us. Meanwhile, we are both yawning and standing in the FREEZING cold grass in our bare feet!! Once he finally left we went back upstairs and tried to go to bed. Have you ever tried to get to sleep after chatting with cops about a couple of guys attempting to break into the house next door to yours? It's not a task that is easily accomplished. Trust me. We tuned in to a rerun of Mike Rowe and Dirty Jobs and tried like hell to get some sleep. neither one of us succeeded and we spent most of the night kicking at one another trying to get comfortable or shoving the dog to one side of the bed or the other.
Getting up for work this morning was miserable for me! It took every shred of energy I could muster to get into the shower and get dressed. I went through my normal routine. Showered and dressed, put on coffee, put the dog outside, straightened up the kitchen, put clothes in the washer. I let the dog in and went upstairs to tell Jake I was leaving. I gathered up my purse and coffee and headed out. I was just a few steps away from my car when I finally realized that my divers side window had been shattered. I dropped everything on the ground and started back to the house only to realize that my keys were in my purse and I had dropped them on the ground. When I turned back around to get my purse I noticed the back hatch of the Jimmy was opened.
I ran inside and grabbed the phone and dialed my office. As I was telling one of the ladies that I work with what was going on I staggered up the stairs shaking so bad that I could hardly breathe or walk. I told Jake and he was up and dressed in seconds and out the back door. Once I was squared away with work I once again called 911. For the second time in 6 hours.
The dispatcher told me there was an officer only a block away and he would be there in seconds. There were 2 different cops there in a couple of seconds, and a third one pulled up shortly after that in the back where the vehicles were parked.
The window in the Malibu had been busted while someone was trying to pry open. The only thing stolen was about $17 in cash that was in my center console. (The jackasses left my $200 Zune and almost $4000 in my lia sophia display jewelry!) The Jimmy's back hatch had been pried open and the stereo had been stolen. The dash was busted up pretty bad, but that was about the extent of the damage to it. (Once again, the perp climbed over a $2000 carpet stretcher and all of our camping and fishing gear. As avid of a fisher that Jake is, I don't even want to know how much he has invested in all of the tackle!)
I originally thought that the two freak incidents with us last night were related, but after talking to the three cops this morning I doubt they were. The kids the stopped last night that were poking around the neighboring house had only a change of clothes and a boy scout knife in their bags. There were no tools or any indication that they were breaking into cars. That's not to say that the incidents were not in some way related, but chances are that they were not. The cops this morning also told us that our vehicles were the third and fourth reports they had had that morning or auto break-in's. There was also one on First Street and one on Michigan.
I called our insurance provider and found that we have only PLPD coverage on both vehicles, which does not cover theft and/or vandalism. I am really cheap when it comes to insurance since I drive slow and have not been in an accident for years, so I was not surprised to be reminded that I had put only the cheapest available on both vehicles.
Talk about a shitty morning!! You know, the thing that bothers me the most is that we had to of been awake when the break-in's happened. Or at least one of us was. I feel violated! I have never been through anything like this before, and I had no idea that it could make you feel so lousy and vulnerable.
Of course, I did have a fever last night and I spent quite a bit of time outside without anything on my feet. Then after getting next to no sleep and having to drive to work with no window on my drivers side and freeze my ass off, I could be feeling pretty lousy over all of that. What a bitch, huh?
The chances of the police actually finding the person(s) who did this are pretty slim, and we knew that when we called them back to the house this morning, but I hope they do catch them. The mother fuckers are going to pay to replace not only my drivers side window, but the whole freaking door that is wobbly and botched and will more than likely have to be replaced according to the man I talked to at the glass place to get a quote on having it fixed. Then Jake is going to track them down and shoot their damn knees off.
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