A change of heart

I just want you to know I am easing up on the boy scouts after today. We had a pot luck dinner.
Those wives and (Walmart) can cook. Lots of food and this time... "organized" fun.
My kind of fun!
We turned our liter pop bottles into rockets.
I had fun decorating my rocket, uumm..I mean Reeds rocket.
Ribbons, flames, feathers. We..I mean he did a great job.
The leader put some water in it and added air.
Turned it upside down on this platform they had built.
On the count of 3..you pull the string..
Blast off! God those things went so high. It was fantastic!!

Reed had to drag me out of there...

My little town

Local news from my little town. Population about 23,000. Give or take a few.

Our new 5 million dollar water park has been open about a month.
They already had to close down one of the water slides because it was too fast and too short which resulted in broken ankles. Didn't someone go to college to build water slides?
They put a a big clock with Roman Numerals. The number 4 is IIII. Need to fire that guy too.

A guy here in town was suicidal. He's a little guy maybe 5' 6" 135 pounds. He had a hammer, and the cop had a gun. Huumm, Cop was over 200 pounds. He tazer's the little guy, shoots him in the hand and hip and tazer's him again. Doesn't seem fair to me. What ever happened to talking to him and maybe getting the guy some help? If he was suicidal before ,I bet shooting him made him feel better.

Last week they had a fire in a house that was abandoned, but full of junk, and I mean stuffed full! They even found a dead guy in the closet upstairs. They had to use a cherry picker, remove the window to get him out. What I want to know is how the heck did he get up there, if the place was so full of garbage, that the only way to get him out was through an upstairs window?

Parade trash

We had a parade in our town today. It was a big weekend. John C. weekend.
People are slobs. Everybody just leaves all the trash they brought with them.
In the street.
In the yard.
In the yard of someone else. They put down their blanket in someone else's yard, and when they were done, they leave their trash for someone else to pick up.

Sometimes I cannot accept the behavior of other people.
I just want to tell them they are a bunch of inconsiderate losers.
I want to find out where they live and have a small trash picnic in their yard.

Then leave and see how they like it.

Its YOUR fucking trash, you produced it...

PICK IT UP!

It happened so fast

Today while working something terrible happened.
Right in front of me.
I couldn't stop it from happening.
I witnessed a young boy get hit by a semi-truck.
I was walking from house to house reading meters.
3 boys ran to the cross walk and pushed the button...but couldn't wait for it to say WALK.
They thought they could get across in time. One didn't. The truck hit him. The driver pulled over immediately, when he got out he was as white as a sheet.
The boy was moaning and trying to walk. By the time I got across to him a woman came running from a house, and laid him in the grass. We tried to keep him calm. He was until he heard the sirens. Soon he was surrounded by paramedics and fireman, I stepped back.
I thought the woman was his mother, but she too was a bystander who came to help. He said he was staying with his Aunt, but had a babysitter. He was in shock and couldn't tell them more.
I overheard the paramedics say it was a possibly a broken leg. He was lucky.
The traffic was loud, they didn't hear me yell.
I went back to the office, I couldn't work any more that afternoon. I couldn't focus on my job.

When I picked up my son from daycare, he asked me how my day was, like he always does. He enjoys hearing my stories. I told him what happened. I cried. I realized how precious he is to me, and I told him that he was. He cried because I was crying. He came to me and hugged me tight and patted me on my back with his little hand. He didn't let go of me even when I relaxed my hug. He held me tight. When he released me, he looked at me and said, "I promise I won't ever do that mom, cuz I will remember this story, and I will wait until it says WALK.
I told him I loved him. He smiled and dashed off to watch Spongebob.
Take an extra second to love them, because it can only take a second to lose them.

Street Shoes

Have you ever been driving down the street and saw a shoe laying in the street?
Not two shoes, always just one.
I want to know what is up with that??
Do people just decide hummm...I'm going to take off my shoe and toss it out the window? Or the kids are having it out in the back seat and out goes brothers shoe??
Wouldn't you go back and get it??
What happens when the person gets where they were going??

Do they just walk around in Target with only one shoe?
If I could ever catch the shoe tossers in action...I would have my answer!

Boy Scout uniform for sale, never worn.

Well I gave the boy scouts another chance after the last issue. Tonight was Family Night at Camp Cedars at 5:30. Bring a salad the newsletter said.
Again, no directions to the camp. Here's the best part though. When we did find the Camp it was very busy. As I expected.

So we asked the first person we saw all decked out in every piece of boy scout clothing possible.
"Where are they eating?" I asked. "Umm.. we aren't eating tonight" we were told. But tonight is family night we replied. Nope that's on Friday we were told.

So we left. I said to the man to whom I was going to unmarry, "Are you sure we should just go by what one person says?" "Well, I'm sure she knows whats going on, you must have written it wrong in the day planner!" he said.
I could have...it's possible...I have a terrible memory...but that's why I have a day planner. My feelings are hurt and Reed is crying in the back seat. "I hate boy scouts, they are stupid" he says. I don't usually allow the word stupid, but I let it slide this time, because well ..they are stupid for gods sake!

So we went back home. Geez, I hate to say it, but I WAS RIGHT.

We should have asked more than one person, and the damn newsletter should give more information. Like... dinner is at Pine Tree Dining Hall or something.

I was incorrect about the last Scout get together, it had a record turn out. 400 attended!

And one damn ketchup bottle!

Remember what is important

15 years ago today my husband asked me to marry him. I remember it like it was yesterday. I came home from work about 10pm. he had some candles going on the stone floor in front of the fireplace, and he had some snacky things to eat. It was romantic. We had been dating for 5 years and we picked the ring out together, so I knew I was getting it. I just didn't know when.

Hes not normally that way. He worked really hard to make it special.
Then the dog got too close to the candles, and started his curly poodle hair on fire.

We went to Europe for our honeymoon.
We had some great vacations together, and traveled frequently.
We had a son after 8 years of marriage, I was 38.

As he climbed the corporate ladder at the Bank where he is employed, our life together became less important as his became more important. He is on numerous boards and is president of this organization and treasurer of another. He has bank golf outings with his friends and everybody in town knows him. He will soon be President of the bank, something he has always wanted.
Something I have always wanted for him. Along the way, he has forgotten what is really important, his family..

The bank won't be there to wipe his mouth when he is unable to do it himself. Nor will the people with whom he socializes with at the Golf Club. nor will I...

I filed for divorce.

I told him over and over what I needed, he listened, but didn't hear.
I am so sad for our son, for now he will be labeled. "Divorced parents"

Failed. I failed my son. I failed me. I am so sad.

Someday he will realize what is most important.
Too late.