35th Annual VW & Porsche Reunion

A gorgeous day and a huge turn-out for this year’s show for VW, Porsche, and Audi. My brother and his friend both won an award for their buses – my brother’s is a camper bus and his friend’s is like a truck with a canvas cover. Last year I got an award, but nothing this year for my “Silver Surfer”. I think there were a lot more cars this year, so I wasn’t surprised not to make “Top 40” again this year.

I didn’t photograph all the cars in the show, just the ones that caught my eye the most. Hope you enjoy them!

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The Dog Days of Summer are Over!

Autumn officially begins today – according to my desk calendar (I always thought it was September 21st). Here in southwest Ohio it’s cloudy with some misty rain and barely 60 degrees this morning. But pups still need love and attention, so I didn’t skip the chance to walk a few dogs at the Humane Association of Warren County today. I only took three dogs out, one of which I’d walked previously – Daphne. She’s such a cutie! She still wants someone who will run with her, but sadly, that’s not me! Even if the grass wasn’t wet and slippery, I’m too old to run – it’s never been a desirable activity for me!

Once we got Kydo to settle down and get his halter put on, he was a very good boy on his walk. His nose took in every scent possible! He wasn’t interested in taking a treat, but eventually sat for me long enough to snap a few photos.

Finally I found Theo. He was very happy to be going for a walk and is very treat motivated! Once outside, he would just stand and take in his surroundings. He didn’t pull on the leash during our walk, but once he knew we were heading back inside, he seemed excited to get there! He almost knows “sit”- sometimes he sits without being told, other times he needs reminders, but treats definitely help! He’s got some very pretty coloring and is such a cute little boy!

If you’re interested in these dogs and want to learn more about them, please visit the Humane Association of Warren County’s website here . Some pups I’ve shared previously have already been adopted which makes me so happy! There are plenty of other dogs – and cats – available. If you’re local, go get one of them. You need a sweet, warm cuddle-buddy on these cooler fall nights!

Thanks for checking them out! Come back to see more dogs next week!

God bless and keep you!

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Last Summer Car Show

We were out for a ride on the Harley and went up to Caesars Creek Lake. They were having a car show near the beach so we stopped to look around. There were a lot of jeeps and some other newer-model cars, but I focused on the classics that were there.

After that, it was a trip down to Morrow for ice cream at Miranda’s. Nice day for a ride, but getting warm in full gear! There was one stretch of road where last night’s rains washed out someone’s gravel from their driveway, along with a lot of wood debris. Thankfully plenty of cars had gone through there and cleared a couple paths so we didn’t hit any of it. The road is very twisty and hilly so wouldn’t have been fun to wipe out on!

You’ve gotten some vrooms today; come back soon for some more woofs! Thanks for stopping by!

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Another HAWC-Diggity-Dog Day!

Mostly walked new-to-me dogs today, but can’t pass by Rugar and not say “yes” to those beautiful brown eyes! If it works, I’ll share a video of all of today’s dogs at the end.

I’m not sure what I expected with Miss Daphne, but this little girl is all energy! She wanted to run so I let her loose in an enclosed area and zoomies ensued.

Ripley is a handsome boy, very polite on the leash, curious about his surroundings, but wasn’t engaging much with me. It was his first time meeting me, so he may just have been more interested in the walk than who was on the other end of the leash.

Adriana is about as cute as they come! And she really wants to be your buddy! She loves attention and will roll around at your feet to get you to play with her. She is absolutely beautiful, too!

I finished out my time with sweet Miss Esther. She had made some noise in her kennel, asking loudly for a walk, but once on the leash, she was a proper lady and didn’t utter another sound as she trotted around the yard. She’s got the most gorgeous colored fur! And did I say she was sweet?? Her sign says “pit bull mix”; based on her vocalizations, I have to wonder if she’s mixed with some kind of husky! Such a funny voice!

Thanks for checking out my blog. If you want to see these or any other dogs up for adoptions, please view them at the HAWC website here . If you’re local, it’s time for you to go adopt one of these very good doggos!

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Another Day, Another Fair!

Kind of last-minute, but we decided to go to a neighboring county’s annual fair. This first day had a Cruise-In with lots of really nice cars on display.

There were a lot more, but my husband was searching for the featured “Gathering of the Orange” – an area with mostly all Allis Chalmers tractors. We had passed a few others before finding the mother-load.

There will be tractor pulls and lots of other activities over the next couple of days, but we likely won’t attend. The forecast is for rain in the morning (we were planning to go to the lake if it wasn’t going to rain); that rain will likely delay the tractor pull. We got over an inch of rain yesterday and it looked like the workers at the track here at the fairgrounds have their work cut out for them trying to prepare it for the tractors.

I hope you enjoyed seeing some of the cars and tractors! Thanks for stopping by!

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HAWC Dog Day!

This was my second day walking dogs for the Humane Association of Warren County. (If you are interested in any of the dogs or if you want to see others they have available for adoption, please check their web site here ).

I remembered to snap a pic of the dogs’ kennel tags. Hopefully they are legible enough to tell you a bit about each dog. I walked a sweet little chunky-monkey that I walked last week – Rugar. He’s adorable!

Next I walked a total sweetheart named Midnight. She was adorable and loved to pick up sticks or sort of chase a ball in the outdoor enclosure.

Butch seemed like a handsome boy who wanted a walk. This boy is strong! And if he saw other dogs, he wanted to go check them out. Not sure whether his intentions were honorable or not, so I didn’t let him meet another dog out on his walk, even if it was another shelter dog being walked by another volunteer. This boy also wanted to run. I may have toddled along after him for a short bit – I’m not a runner! But he is very sweet. And did I mention “handsome”??

Edgar is another handsome boy, a little less energetic than Butch, calm and quiet. He was very easy to walk.

I asked one of the employees if they wanted to bring me a dog from the back room to walk. These dogs are either not actually up for adoption yet, or maybe have other issues that prevent them from being out in the main adoption area. Lucy was brought up. She’s another sweet little chunky-monkey! Such a fluff-ball! And polite on the leash. She had some trots in her, but it was starting to warm up and I didn’t know how much I should let her exert herself, so I kept her to a walk.

Finally, I took Poe for a walk. He’s a sweet little guy, too. He’s not big on eye contact but he was good on the leash and didn’t pull. He was big on doing the post-potty dirt-kicking! My own dogs rarely if ever do this, so I find it so amusing! (I did not get that on film at all).

I am going to try and make Tuesdays my volunteer day. Come back next week to see more HAWC Dogs!

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Volunteering at HAWC

Today I formally spent my first day volunteering at the Humane Association of Warren County. Even though it was a bit warm out, puppies wanted walks so I took five different dogs for walks and a little bit of zoomie time in an outdoor run. There are so many dogs and cats waiting for their new forever homes. If you’re in the southwest Ohio area – or willing to drive there – be sure to check out the link for the shelter’s page here .

I don’t have the details on breed – I’ll try to make sure I take notes next time! You can look for these pups on HAWC’s website. I know Cade is only 2 years old. Rugar and Rex are older – I think 7 and 9 years old? The girls are somewhere inbetween.

Cade has a lot of good puppy energy still. He gets very excited for treats! But he’s a good boy, not the least bit aggressive. This boy is all play! He wants someone who will do a little jogging with him (that’s not me!).

Ellie, I believe, was a recent owner-surrender so she was looking for her people for a little bit. But she warms up quickly and just wants someone to love her!

Rugar (I think I spelled it wrong – should probably be “Ruger”) is a happy boy! He still has good energy, especially if there’s a treat involved! He’s polite on the leash, doesn’t really pull but does want to explore his surroundings.

Rex is a quiet soul. He’s probably the only one I walked today that didn’t feel like he needed a run. Maybe it was the heat and his fur coat but, as we got closer to the building again, he headed right for the door. He didn’t really want to be left alone in his kennel. He’s looking for someone to give him a forever place to land and live a nice, relaxing life.

Eloise is a quiet, polite girl. No tugging on the leash, no overt need to get some zoomies out of her system today. She behaved very well and should make a great addition to your family!

As a new volunteer to HAWC, I don’t want to imply that I have all the information about these dogs, their temperaments, and their history. I’m just sharing what I observed with them today. Again, if you’re interested in meeting any of these wonderful doggos, please visit HAWC’s website or go see them in person soon!

Thanks for stopping by! You’ll see more dogs in the future!

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Barefootin’ at the Butt Crack of Dawn

The alarm went off at 0430 this morning so my husband could go hook up the boat trailer and have the dogs fed before I rolled out of bed about 5 or so. We were meeting a friend at the lake at 6 o’clock.

This is what they like to do for fun…

I am not a morning person and would love a nap right now. But the lake is very pretty any time of day. Mornings are more peaceful there.

We’ll be doing it again. And again. As long as their old bones can manage it!

Thanks for visiting!

God bless and keep you!

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County Fair 2026

We haven’t made time to attend any fairs in all our married years so this year, we at least made it out to our county’s fair on the night of the tractor pull.

I am totally uneducated in tractor pulls. I thought it was when you hooked two tractors up hitch-to-hitch to see who would over-power whom, like tug-o-war but on wheels. I’m pretty sure my husband and his dad did that once upon a time just for fun. I could be mis-remembering since the only photo I can find from that day did not have them chained to each other.

What an actual tractor pull entails is having different classes of tractors hitched to what they call a “sled”. The sled has an enormous weight on it that starts out sitting to the rear of the sled. As the tractor drives down the track, the weight slides forward until it is forcing the front of the sled down, making it increasingly more difficult for the tractor to pull. The one who can drag it the farthest distance wins. Some classes put limits on how fast the tractor can travel – like only 10 mph and no more than 3,000 rpms. Other classes don’t limit them.

Some tractors look normal and were limited in speed.

You can see the weight moving to the front of the sled. The rear cab does function as its own truck/tractor, driving the sled back to the starting point after being disconnected from the tractor at the far end of the track.

A lot of coal was rolled last night!

Then there are the modified tractors that can have up to three engines on them. These monsters were LOUD.

It was fun, but the bleachers were hard to sit on for any length of time so we got up and walked around. Sadly, my cell phone doesn’t always take good photos, especially at dusk/in the dark.

We thought it would be a nightmare trying to leave the fairgrounds. The only problem was remembering where we parked. People were overall courteous in allowing others to get out, taking turns where different lines of cars converged to the final driveway out. It was a nice evening and we’ll plan to attend again next year and hopefully see a few more events.

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God bless and keep you!

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Car Show Day

Took my Silver Surfer to a local car show. Didn’t put her in the proper category so don’t expect any win. Even if I did have her in the right category, there was one other bug there that blows mine out of the water! Super-sweet 1965 bug (you’ll see in the photos below).

Enjoy a sampling of the cars that were present. I didn’t photograph them all, but tried to get the most interesting ones.

Thanks for checking out the show! Hope you get out to see other shows in your area. The folks putting their cars on display enjoy talking to you about them, so give them a chance to share their “kids” with you!

God bless and keep you!

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Herons…and Gulls

We put the boat out on Caesar’s Creek Lake today to blow out the winter cobwebs. I got to see several different herons – and a few gulls. I brought the telephoto lens/camera but, between a moving boat and my less-than-steady hands, the photos weren’t the quality I would have liked. But I’ll share them anyway, because it was still so cool to watch these birds. Missed getting any of a heron flying and fishing, but those probably would have been nothing but a blur anyway!

I love seeing God’s creations around me and thank Him for the opportunity to take photos, even blurry ones, so that I can share His goodness with all of you.

God bless and keep you!

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God’s Creation Makes Me So Happy!

Yesterday I was grabbing a couple more deck boards from a stack by the driveway – totally, once again, not resting on God’s Sabbath day! – and He sent this little guy to remind me that I can still spend time with Him whatever I’m doing.

I know – I took a LOT of photos. This is only the second time I’ve had a blue swallowtail butterfly show up that I recall. We’ve lived here for fourteen years and last year was the first encounter!

Take a break, go outside and enjoy the world that God gave us! When you see the incredible beauty, imagine how much better it will be when the earth is restored!

God bless and keep you!

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Try to Remember

On Mother’s Day this year, we had lunch with my mother-in-law and then went to a few cemeteries to find some of her ancestors. She was most interested in seeing the graves of her great grandmother. My sister-in-law did some research (I was going to say “did some digging” but didn’t want to give the wrong impression!), and we were able to find the plot pretty quickly as it had a huge monument in its center.

I’m not sure what the tradition was in this small farming community but there was the central tall monument and a few additional stones around it. The “Mother” stone was where I would have considered to be “behind” the monument; the “Father” stone was to one side. Two of the daughters, who apparently passed at young ages were marked, one to the side opposite the father’s stone, and the other back near the mother’s stone. (I believe there were nine children in all, but no evidence that they were buried in the same plot or anywhere nearby). Father and Mother’s names/dates were etched on the front of the tall monument; the two daughter’s names/dates were etched on the back of the monument – the side facing where the mother was apparently buried.

This family lived in the mid- to late-1800’s. A casual stroll around the cemetery resulted in me finding one stone where the deceased had passed in 1777. That was the oldest I could find that day. Many other headstones appeared possibly older, but were not as “sturdy” and had weathered very poorly with very little if anything discernable to read.

I know I don’t think much about my ancestors, at least not beyond my own grandmother, whom I cherished as a child (she passed when I was fourteen). Seeing these dates on the stones made us realize how much these people lived through without any of the modern conveniences we take for granted every day. And many of these people would have witnessed numerous innovations in real time that would have seemed incredible to them.

And the gentleman that passed in 1777 – he got to see our fledgling country become independent from British rule!

As we all celebrate our nation’s 250th birthday this year, let’s not forget about those of our ancestors who were here when it all came about. They came here to settle a primitive land, working hard just to survive. They were more than “immigrants” – they were pioneers, homesteaders, people who lived off the land by the efforts they put into it. They didn’t come here seeking an “easy” life, just a better one, one that they would build for themselves without relying on government or monarchs to grant them anything other than freedom.

God bless and keep you!

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What’s the Buzz?

While I have started beekeeping this year, there are other non-hobbyist bees that forage around my yard. A bit of research and I believe I can say with confidence that somewhere on my property is the underground home of the Common Eastern Bumble Bee (Bombus Impatiens). I get a kick out of watching them hover around like they’re trying to make sure I’m not looking for their hide-out. I captured a few good shots and, other than cropping the photos, haven’t altered them at all.

I got other shots that are not so crisp and clear as well.

Then there are the photos of bees that are actually “mine” in the sense that I paid someone for them to house in hives on my property. They’re fun and interesting to watch!

Hope you enjoyed seeing some of nature’s most important and amazing creatures!

God bless and keep you!

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Spring has Sprung!

Just a variety of photos from around the farmstead today.

It’s going to be in the eighties today, Saturday, but a cold-front is coming in tonight and we’ll only be in the fifties tomorrow, Easter Sunday. It could get down into the thirties at night Monday and Tuesday. I’ll have to cover some new plants in case of frost.

I’m so ready for winter to depart and stay gone for the season! And I need the rain to go away for a bit – I need garden soil delivered and the yard is so wet, I can’t have a dump truck drive in it.

I hope you’re enjoying your nice weather! Stop by again soon!

God bless and keep you!

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Trending…

In the last week or so, people have been asking ChatGPT to construct caricatures of themselves and then posting them to their social media. While I have some reservations about what artificial intelligence will be used for as time goes on, I can’t see much harm in letting it make some pictures for your entertainment. I understand that some folks can create some very realistic fake photos and videos, and that these have become more and more sophisticated. I do tend to limit what video content I watch on social media because it’s getting harder to tell what is real and what is AI-generated. Not everyone tells you or tags the things they post as being created by AI.

Still, I did have a few of pics made and I’ll share them here.

My not-a-bucket-list dream is to have a VW Microbus that I can call my “Puppy Bus” so I can drive around on nice days with my crew. This pic includes some past pups that I certainly wish were still with us. I was fairly generic with my descriptions so the Great Dane doesn’t have the exact markings that my real live boy has, but I have to admit, I really like how this turned out. I didn’t even ask for a specific color on the bus, but love that it was made in this teal color!

For this one, I did have to give ChatGPT some details to include. I didn’t specify what types of chickens I have, and actually don’t have whatever breed this shows, but that’s okay. I also didn’t give it the names of my blogs, so those are left blank. The first image it generated actually had me holding a notebook – with a third hand/arm! I did ask it to correct that. Not sure why the dogs get tags with the Air Force emblem, but, again, I didn’t give a whole lot of detail for it to work with. Again, I’m pleased with what it rendered with minimal effort on my part.

My husband isn’t a fan of having his photo posted on social media, but I’m going to go against that just this once. I must say that AI flatters me a lot! This turned out kind of cute even though the dogs’ sizes aren’t really to scale with the human images. But, again, it’s all in fun!

That said, I won’t post photo-quality images created by AI and claim them as my own on this blog or on my other two blogs. This one, especially, was originally created to showcase my amateur photography, so I wouldn’t want to diminish it by trying to pass off “fake” photos, or photos taken by others (without giving appropriate credit) as my own work.

I may play around with ChatGPT again to make other cartoon-style images of me and my pets, just for fun, so you may see a few more fun creations from time to time. It’s hard not to want to create things like the images above when your interests revolve around art in various forms.

Until the next time, stay warm! We’re in for another cold-snap this weekend, but temps should warm up next week long enough to melt some of this crazy snow! I’m sure my bird friends will be happy to get to all the birdseed that was spilled out of the feeder above that has since been covered by huge amounts of the white stuff! (It would be nice is the wrens and sparrows wouldn’t act like they’re having a splash party in the feeder – they throw seed around like it will never run out!)

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Scooby, Doobie, Ski-doo!

Rare photo of all three dogs relatively close to each other.

If you’re like much of the Midwest, you saw quite a lot of snow these past couple of weeks. We may get more this weekend, but then, as is typical for my area, we’re expecting temperatures to climb into the forties next week so this will all turn to mush.

But my husband made sure to see about getting the Ski-Do running so he could have some fun with it for however long the snow lasts!

The dogs aren’t too fond of the snow because it’s so deep – never mind that they possess the legs for it compared to some breeds! Good thing we’ll be working on the deck when the weather permits. They’ve turned it into their own personal potty! Sure, they sometimes actually leave the deck and do their business in the yard, but not much, and only in the “lanes” where the snow was packed down by the snowmobile!

Hopefully everyone is having an uneventful New Year thus far – unless you wanted something exciting to happen, then I hope you got what you wished for!

If you haven’t been over there yet, I invite you to go check out my newest blog: https://jesustookthewheel0.wordpress.com/ There is always more going on there. I also haven’t had much to post about on https://preppinwolf.wordpress.com/ but you’re always welcome to browse around that site too!

Thanks for stopping by! Hope you’ll be back again!

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Another First

We’ve driven past entrances to our local park dozens of times in the nearly-thirteen years we’ve lived here, but I always assumed that they were all about kids playing ball of one kind or another. Recently I had joined a Facebook group for the town and discovered there’s more to the park than meets the eye.

One of our local restaurants has a large stream flowing behind it, but I never really stopped to think where it starts, let alone bothered to investigate it. I still haven’t found the beginning of the stream, but it’s area we visited today that was worth the cold and snow to see. I’m sure I’ll get back there when the weather is warm again and take more time to navigate the whole park by it’s paths.

You may need to click on the photos to see their full view.

Thanks for visiting. Hope you enjoyed the photos. Merry Christmas!!

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First Time Visitors

We’ve lived in the area for almost fourteen years but have neglected to do anything locally other than try out various restaurants. Today we made a point of attending the

I’m going to post a lot (A LOT) of photos I took today and, be forewarned, I focused more on the horses than on the carriage or who they represented. I’m also not going to load the photos in any particular order. In some cases, you may want to click on the image below to be able to view the entire photo.

The first and last photos are from the Lundergan Clydesdale farm; I think they supply Budweiser with many of their famous Clydesdales. I thought I had seen an ad somewhere that said the Budweiser Clydesdales were going to be at this parade, but I could have been mistaken. Or, the recent outbreak of EHM in many states could have resulted in cancellations of who-knows-how-many participants in today’s parade.

I hope you enjoyed seeing some photos of these lovely horses (and donkeys!). Thanks for checking them out!

Merry Christmas!

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Back to the Crack (Another Day at Caesar’s Creek)

I was hoping to get some good photos of autumn color in the trees, but in our area, that window of time closes sooner than you’d hope. If there’s color to be had, then the weather is cold and rainy. By the time you get a little bit of sun, many trees have already lost their leaves. Knowing I may not get the shots I was hoping for, we took Jesse (aka WisenWiemer from the PreppinWolf blog page) and headed to Caesar’s Creek.

I wanted to get shots that weren’t just lakefront, though we got a couple of those, too. We hiked a trail back to Horseshoe Falls so walked a bit over two miles for the day. Jesse seemed to enjoy the time out sniffing new things and we worked of a big lunch we’d just had at Outback Steakhouse!

Thanks for stopping by. I’ll stick some of these photos under a Nature page and a few of Jesse on the More Woofs page. Hope you’ll check out the rest of the blog!

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Firewood to Firearms to Forests

We’ve been spending a lot of time up at my in-law’s farm cutting, splitting, and loading firewood for the winter. Sometimes that means going down into the woods to drag out the downed logs. There’s also a great place with a natural earth backdrop where we can do some target shooting. We’ve talked about it for weeks and finally made some time today.

After all the work and play, we did explore the woods and creek. I’m still hoping to get out to some local parks for better fall leaf colors, but there were a few on the farm today. Of course, there are lots of photos to follow.

Normally I only post photos that I can claim I took myself. I did let my husband take a few shots of me, but every photo is from my camera, nothing taken from anywhere on the internet. I will note credit if someone I know sent me a photo that I’ve included in one of my posts.

Thanks for taking a look. I’ll probably add some of the best shots to one of the Nature pages on the blog to find again easily.

Come back again soon!

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Trunk-or-Treat

Signed up with my church to participate in their annual Trunk-or-Treat event. There was great turn-out. My church group worked out of one vehicle – John and Liz did an amazing job making it into a covered wagon and we had our Autumn Homestead theme.

Everyone seemed to have a great time! (I did not get permission from all the visitors and other church members to post their likenesses or their children’s so faces have been blurred out for their privacy).

last photo courtesy of Rick Brokaw, LifeGroup leader.

I hope everyone is enjoying this Halloween season! God bless!

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Up on the Farm

We’ve been traveling to my in-law’s farm the past couple weeks to cut and split firewood. I took some time to get a few shots down in the woods by the creek.

On the drive home there were some unexpected but amazing storm clouds rolling in. Since we were driving, these are not with a good camera, but still worth a share.

Thanks for stopping by. I hope you’ll visit again!

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A Day at the Crack (aka Caesar’s Creek)

It was time to winterize the boat so that always means a trip to the lake so the engine is run good and hot and then my husband does all sorts of things in to the motor before we are “done.” Of course, we can’t just leave then – have to wash down the outside and spray-wax it.

I used the time on the lake to break out the old cameras and see what I might see. I found I need some work in steadying myself when using the telephoto lens. In my defense, we were in a moving boat.

You might have to click the image to see the full shot. I may put a few of these in a Nature page later; since many were a bit blurry, I don’t really consider them needing a more “permanent” place here.

I want to go back up to the park in a few weeks when the leaves are in much better color. And hopefully I’ll see more wildlife. Since I expect to be on foot, I will hopefully have better control of the stability and have fewer blurry photos.

It was a gorgeous day. The only thing we forgot was that it was Columbus Day so some people didn’t have to work (and their kids were off school) so it was a lot busier than we expected. But, we weren’t there to ski this time, so the water traffic wasn’t an issue.

Hope you enjoyed the photos. Come visit again soon!

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2025 VW & Porsche Reunion

Today was my first time going to a car show as an actual registrant. It was a beautiful day for it, though we could have tolerated a few more clouds in the sky from time to time!

If you look at the menu block to the right, you’ll find the photos I took at the event under VroomVroom, then More Vroom. I hope you’ll check it out!

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More Woof, More Vroom

Got a couple good shots of Tucker in front of the truck today…didn’t know if it was more “woof” or more “vroom”. I’ll probably add the pics to both pages.

And can’t help but love Moose trying for the photo-bomb!

Have to include Jesse, even though he wasn’t near the truck.

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Amazing Nature

I got to witness some new-to-me insects in the yard today. I never cease to be amazed at the wonders all around us!

I only had my cell phone handy so the photos may not be of great quality, but I was happy to get what I did.

I wasn’t able to get many shots of that first insect that was feeding from this milkweed plant, but the butterfly stayed around a little longer, thankfully. A google search identified the first insect as a Snowberry Clearwing Moth, a type of Hummingbird Moth. They are a very important pollinator and have a longer proboscis than most bees, so can reach into some flowers that bees might miss.

Google also tells me the butterfly is a Zebra Swallowtail.

I was so thankful to have been present to see both these beautiful creatures. I hope to always find something new and amazing to appreciate. Life is so much better when you look for the marvelous things around you and focus less on what is dreary and depressing.

I hope you find something beautiful in today.

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Bugs and Water

This is one of the years where a massive amount of cicadas makes their presence known. We’ve been on this property for thirteen years so it’s the first time we’ve had them emerge though we heard through the news in the last few years that some other batches were supposed to show up. They never did till now.

We’ve got lots of large old trees on and around our property, and all around our community. Depending on where you are, the buzz is much louder than at our house, but that’s loud enough.

I know everyone pretty much knows what the cicadas look like, including their shells, but of course, I’ll add to your visual knowledge.

If you didn’t already know, dogs and chickens love to eat cicadas. And why not? Crunchy on the outside, gooey on the inside…lots of protein!

An internet search says they’ll be around for four to six weeks after emergence and I think we’re about three weeks in here, from the first critters, probably only two since a sizable, noisy portion surfaced. Hopefully by the time they’re gone, the pool will be totally clean.

You see, last year because weather disrupted some of our ability to get the corn crop planted (and fertilized, and cultivated) we just didn’t have the time or energy (physical or mental) to deal with opening the pool. We already had reused the cover for a couple years so knew there were small holes throughout it and that meant dirty water under it.

We use a net cover on top of the regular cover that allows us to remove the large stuff collected on top of the cover over the winter, mostly dead leaves – and frogs. That part worked great. But then the sump pump failed, so we couldn’t pump the water off the top of the cover like we usually do to prevent any of that dirty water to spill into the pool once we pull the cover back.

Rather than waiting to get a new pump, and knowing the water was going to be filthy already, we just yanked the cover and prepared for the worst. It was pretty bad.

Thankfully, we didn’t have the extra leaves and big dirt falling in. But, as we’ve had every year, there was a gazillion tadpoles and still a few frogs that needed rehomed to a marshy area not far from the pool.

About a week – and a ton of chemicals later, the water was starting to clear up a little bit. A lot of moss-like stuff had surfaced and needed skimmed of so as not to clog the drain, but it was at least heading in the right direction.

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The pH was still off a bit so the shock/chlorine wasn’t doing quite the best job. After getting that adjusted, the water is now clear enough to see the bottom in the shallow end – and noting that there’s still stuff on the bottom that needs vacuumed up.

That will just take a little elbow grease and time. We do need the temps to stay consistently up; it’s been a cooler than average spring, I think, and suddenly the last few days up in the eighties – which brought storms, so no sun to add to warming up the water.

But it will be swim-ready soon! And hopefully the warmer weather will continue into early fall. Since both my husband and I retire officially September 30th, we’ll have more time to get it closed up at the end of the season if we can hold off till early October or so to do the winterizing work.

If you’re interested in our other activities, don’t forget to check out https://preppinwolf.wordpress.com . Also, I’d be happy if you visited https://jesustookthewheel0.wordpress.com too.

Thanks for visiting!

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“Bob Ross” for Mother’s Day

My sister-in-law and her husband recently went to a “Bob Ross” painting class and decided to hold an in-home version for her and my husband’s mom for Mother’s Day. I’ve been to similar paint-and-have-a-drink events in honor of a co-worker’s retirements in the past, so I was familiar with the concept. My husband isn’t very artistic, so had some reservations about it, but he did a pretty good job. And most importantly, we all had fun – plus a good meal afterwards. Who knew painting whets the appetite?

We’ll have to schedule a “part 2” event to do a clear color-wash over the paintings in the future.

Do you enjoy painting, or just trying something new? This was actually pretty easy no matter your skill level. I hope you’ll consider giving it a try.

Thanks for visiting.

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New Stuff on Other Sites

For anyone who hasn’t been here before, or in a while, I know I don’t always put much new content on this blog. There’s a good reason for it! I have two other blogs, one that’s taken up my time for a number of years and still gets updated, and one that I started brand new just this year (2025).

I would love for you to visit me on those sites, too!

www.preppinwolf.wordpress.com

www.jesustookthewheel1.wordpress.com

I do have hopes of updating this site more often too. My husband and I are blessed that we can retire later this year so I will have more time to get my camera out (and not just use my cell phone’s camera!) and get some great photos again. I’ve also picked up an old hobby – counted cross-stitching – and may post some of my projects from time to time in the craft section.

Thanks, always, for taking a look around. I hope you’ll return often.

Have a blessed day!

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2024 Work Christmas Lunch

I apologize if anyone ended up being missed from my roaming photos – many were blurry or the lighting disrupted by near-by windows letting too much sunlight in.

Feel free to copy/save whatever photos you’d like from the collection below. Thank you for letting me take your pictures again this year.

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Getting Right with God.

I was raised in a Catholic family, baptized as an infant, received the rite of First Communion in second grade, and the rite of Confirmation in fourth grade (apparently that was then considered too young for children to truly comprehend what they were supposed to be confirming, so my parish started performing that rite for sixth or seventh graders with the next class). My parents were of the style that going to Sunday Mass was an item you checked off your to-do list and pretty much nothing more. My mother did not attend every week, though my father usually did, barring work or military requirements that would prevent attendance.

My grandmother, on the other hand, tried to instill more knowledge about the Catholic faith in me than my Catholic school and Mass on Sundays was doing. She would take me to the church when nothing was going on, tell me about the Stations of the Cross and about the saints. She’d let me light candles and pray for people that might need it. Sadly, she passed away when I was fourteen, thus ending any hope of me really finally understanding why I needed a relationship with God and accepting Jesus into my heart. I mostly found ways to avoid going to church after she was gone.

Fast forward to being married with small children and I was feeling an emptiness in my life that my subconscious knew how to fill. Despite not being a church-going family at all, God still worked little miracles in my life, mostly in how he watched over my younger son who, because of his ADHD, was prone to getting into trouble. A couple of changes in my every-day life lead to me finally accepting Jesus into my life…an odd combination of joining Amway and meeting a co-worker whose husband was a minister.

Among many things Amway is known for, they encourage attendance at several weekend-long workshops every year to learn how to grow your business. Sunday mornings were reserved for a non-denominational Christian service for those who also wanted to grow their faith. We attended those services and, after I-can’t-recall-how-many we’d been able to go to, one service finally spoke to me, had me weeping and taking Christ as my Savior.

Along with that, I also had started working for a new company and met a lovely woman who made it so very easy to talk about my struggles coming back to faith. She was never pushy or “preachy” – she simply was present and answered the questions I had rather than trying to tell me what to do.

After I had tried going to church again – first to a Catholic church, that I found lacking, then to a Lutheran church that had nothing better to offer – this co-worker suggested I might find the Vineyard to my liking. So I went.

Imagine being raised in a very formal, scripted religion where the hour spent at Mass didn’t change much from week to week other than which Scriptures the priest read from then tried to discuss for a brief time. Mass was full of ritual where you were conditioned when to sit, kneel, or stand, and had rote-memorization of prayers and responses given at specific times.

The Vineyard was anything but that.

The first twenty minutes of my first service, the congregation spent in song. Not the hymns I was familiar with, but uplifting songs with modern music and lyrics, still glorifying God. People stood and swayed and raised their hands to the heavens.

And I felt at home.

I took my family to that church for about a year before I let my sloth back out and found excuses not to attend. I told myself I was secure in my faith and actually did keep reading bible commentaries that helped me understand certain things that I would likely never know or understand staying in the Catholic faith. But even that slacked off over time till I wasn’t living for God anymore, other than if I could count being a nurse so being in service to others, and continuing my military reserve duty being in service to my country. At the time, I never really associated those things with glorifying God, so perhaps at Judgement Day, even those times will burn to ash.

Many people think that 2020 was the most horrible year of their life – for valid reasons. Many people would also declare that 2021, 2022, 2023, and now 2024 have not been improvements on that year. In the ensuing years, we’ve lost dear family members seemingly back-to-back at times, the reasons and sometimes even the passing being totally unexpected. Needless to say, I’ve spent the many past months returning to my faith, praying daily, reading various books that explain how to understand Scripture, and will return to church soon (I still have some sloth-y nature to shed).

Foremost in my mind these days is how to be sure my family – especially my sons – are secure in their relationship with Jesus. My primary focus with my study these days is on end times, a topic that really isn’t discussed in most churches no matter the denomination. People just don’t know how to fully understand, let alone teach prophesy. I would encourage anyone, currently saved or not, to start researching end times. A pair of bible scholars that I like are Tim Lahaye and Jerry Jenkins. I actually got my interest from their fiction work in the “Left Behind” series. There they unfold a tale of what the world might possibly look like for those who were unbelievers at the time of the Rapture. Scary stuff to have to live through and totally avoidable if you consider we may be living in a time where this could actually take place. One of their non-fiction works – “Are We Living in End Times” – was written in 1999, so a bit out of date, but offers a lot of history and suggestions for interpreting various prophetic verses throughout the Bible as to why we are ever-closer to experiencing the end times in our lifetime.

I want all my family and friends to be Raptured with me so that we can avoid so much suffering. If I can bring anyone to Christ, I will be content to be judged in Heaven to have only done that to glorify God. If you haven’t done so yet, Google a prayer to bring you to salvation – I did and copied one here if you are ready to pray it now:

Lord, I admit I am a sinner. I need and want Your forgiveness. I accept Your death as the penalty for my sin, and recognize that Your mercy and grace is a gift You offer to me because of Your great love, not based on anything I have done. Cleanse me and make me Your child. By faith I receive You into my heart as the Son of God and as Savior and Lord of my life. From now on, help me live for You, with You in control.
In Your precious name, Amen
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I pray everyone who has read this story to the end comes to Christ at some point if you are not yet a believer. God bless you.


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2023 Cincinnati Colleague Luncheon

Hope you enjoy some photos from our luncheon on December 1st, 2023. You can copy and save whatever photos you want.

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Babies – again.

I have been a nurse for 33 years now, and the most experience I have in one area is in Newborn Intensive Care. I’ve always liked the unique challenges that field offered, and though I would try something different for a while, I’d always go back to the babies.

But I don’t remember dreaming about work much while I was actually in the hospitals. Lately, though, it seems I have a lot of dreams about the NICU world again, often feeling like I was neglecting my patients, which disturbs me.

Last night/this morning, I finally had a slightly better NICU dream, in that I wasn’t neglecting anyone, though the situation could have leaned in that direction.

I was asked to work a (night) shift with just one other nurse, a younger one. Staffing was really bad and it looked like it would be just the two of us for twenty babies (this is an environment where you typically had 1-4 patients depending on acuity and staffing). It did seem like we had a couple extra doctors on the floor that night, and they were helping.

I was trying to prepare bottles for one of my babies. His mom was given a lot of 1-ml syringes for her expressed milk, probably when he first started feeding at very small volumes, so we wouldn’t waste her milk by thawing too much at a time. Sadly in this case, as his volume increased, and she was given larger syringes for her milk storage, people would grab those larger syringes because it was easier and less time-consuming for the nurse. I decided I was going to use up as many of those 1-ml syringes as I could that shift. One of the “helpful” doctors, though, grabbed a larger syringe and started to feed that particular baby. He’d only given the baby a part of his volume for that feed, so I continued trying to use up those small-volume syringes. Still, I didn’t get them all used.

Then I was trying to find a sharps container to dispose of all those syringes, but every one of them around the unit seemed to be full already. The one area of the nurses station also seemed to be over-crowded with boxes and stuff; I almost caused an avalanche of boxes, but managed to stop the fall before someone had come to see what I was doing there.

I had charting to do so sat down at a computer station. The monitor was an old boxy-style one and very small. I was just logging on when I woke up.

This dream seems typical of the level of detail (and all in color) of my dreams, though lately I haven’t been able to remember more than very small fragments of them. I’m not sure if it’s menopause “brain fog” or the timing of when I get woke up – too early in the night, then I might fall back asleep before I try to keep any memory of the dream to record in my journal.

Still, I try to jot down what I can remember, but it’s not every day that I can record anything at all. When I can get a lot of details stored, I’ll post again.

Until then, let me know if you have any ideas about the content of my dreams and what they might mean.

Sweet dreams!

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Dilemmas

Anyone who may venture to read my blog is likely to have strong opinions one way or the other about guns. Other than supporting the right for a lawful citizen to own guns, I never really thought of my feelings as being strong on the topic. My father taught me and my brother at a young age about gun safety and we just never had any serious fascination with them because we already knew what they could do. Of course, we were kids long before the video game industry started glorifying weaponry and killing. My father wasn’t even a hunter – I think he went out with some friends once, and never again. In our family, in our house, a gun was just another tool only to be used as necessary.

As an adult, I spent twenty years in the reserves, so had to qualify on various weapons. My husband and I have done a bit of target shooting over the years. But I’ve never shot an animal, and certainly never a human, and I’d often wondered if I would actually be able to do either.

So I’m not surprised that some of my dreams in the past have put me in situations where this question would be asked and answered, though I am surprised in how the dreams coalesced. These two dreams occurred, I think, in the last year or so, not very recently.

In the earlier dream, someone broke into our home. He was an obvious threat to us and I pointed my weapon at him but could not bring myself to pull the trigger. For a while afterwards, I wondered if that dream represented my true self and how I might behave if such a situation were real. I’d always thought of myself as someone who would put up a good fight when necessary. Suddenly, I didn’t know if I would.

Perhaps a few months later, in another dream, I was walking through what may have been a decently wooded public park, with paved trails. I would encounter people, most of which I instinctively knew were no threat to me. I saw a woman approaching me on the path I was walking and alarm bells were ringing in my head saying she was a threat to me, though she looked ordinary enough, in casual business dress with a child walking beside her, a girl of perhaps four or five years old. No matter, I knew this woman was a treat and before she could pull her gun (which she did, in fact, have), I shot her, point-blank, in the face and continued down the path.

In both cases, I woke shortly after so have no idea of the dream-outcome of my action, or inaction. This second dream painted my psyche in a totally different pallet to the first one and, I’ll admit, disturbingly so.

I recalled these dreams today in part because last night a fragment of one of my dreams lingered that involved me with a gun again. In this scenario, a woman and I were in some hotel and were approaching what may have been a customer service counter with three young men around it, one of them in a sort-of bellhop uniform. The instinct was that they were a threat to us, so we back-tracked and headed for the elevator. Of course, before the doors could close completely, one of those men put a hand between them, and they boarded the elevator with us. Two men blocked the other woman in one corner and the “bellhop” started to move in on me, implying what he and the others would like to do with us. I pulled a gun from my purse and told him to back away. I was awoken by my dog, so never found out if I would have shot this man or not. The feeling was that I was wavering, perhaps wanting to wound him, but knowing that, in such a small space, that may not be the best recourse since it was still three against two.

It seems the question remains unanswered – in a situation where my safety, my life is in danger, will I be able to pull the trigger to save myself and/or others?

If our dreams are windows into our deepest selves, or perhaps sneak-peeks into possible futures, I wish I could see them through to some distinct end do I might know what I am or am not capable of.

Mostly, I think dreams are just our subconscious sorting through information in our brains, whatever the source of that information – TV, books, work, relationships – and trying to tell our brains not to bother with most of the thoughts that otherwise had kept us from falling asleep in the first place. I know that I have a very busy brain and, no matter how tired I feel when I go to bed, more often than not, my brain churns through the events of the day, the book I was reading, the movie I just watched, and any other thing that I have plans to work on the next day, or week, or month down the road. I cannot and have never been able to shut off my brain at bedtime, so I’m sure that whatever my thoughts are as my body finally descends into sleep, they continue and morph in my dream state.

Now, if I could only control the content my dreams…

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Dream Job?

I have now had three dreams in which I returned to a former job that I had as a transport nurse for the local Children’s Hospital. It was an interesting job and I liked most aspects of it, but in reality I just can’t see myself going back to it. In my latest dream, it seems I wasn’t really happy with my return to it in the end but I didn’t seem to be able to return to the job that I had left in the first place. The dream started out weird and a bit disturbing in what I did/didn’t do, then just kept getting even more bizarre.

It wasn’t clear in my dream exactly what my current job was (in real life, I work as a telephonic case manager – a Monday to Friday, 8-4 gig that I do from home. It’s a pretty sweet deal), but I seemed to want out of it, so I went back to work in my most recent former position as a NICU nurse (Newborn Intensive Care). It wasn’t with the same hospital I last worked at and didn’t really resemble any of the previous NICUs I’d worked for, but it seemed that it was associated with a Children’s Hospital, rather than a birthing hospital.

I found myself on a night shift caring for some but not all of my patients (which disturbs me, that I might neglect any of them). When day shift arrives and I’m giving report, they ask specific questions about one of the patients I had not looked at the entire night. I lied in report to claim I did things for the patient that I know I did not do. Again, this disturbs me both in my dream and in reality.

At the end of that shift, I’ve decided that returning to the NICU was not at all what I wanted to do, so I next found myself back on the transport team (in the dream it was an immediate transfer with no questions asked). At the start of that shift, I recognized some of the team members who had worked with me previously and noted with only the slightest care that they took my return to the team with complete indifference. For some reason, I don’t recall actually working that shift, but instead taking the helicopter home, as if it were completely natural for me to fly myself home from work that way.

I was immediately back to working the next shift where I was waiting by the helicopter but being told that, as a new member of the team, I would not be on any flights, but only on ground transports. Then I watched as a hover-style aircraft came to land in the field where I was waiting by the helicopter. I was not familiar with this model plane so knew I would have to be trained on configuring it for air evac. Some smaller plane zoomed into the area and somehow melded with the larger hover-plane. At this point I needed to go home again, but it seemed I was not going to be given a ride home by the team; the helicopter seemed to have left while I was looking at the planes. I started walking towards the parking garage to find my car so I could head home.

Instead of a car, I ended up in another helicopter, though it was a very small single-person aircraft. I was flying at a very low altitude, basically just buzzing cars on the road. At some point, I was skimming the streets when I came upon a traffic jam. Some type of accident had occurred; there was a pickup truck in the road, an what I believe was a row-boat, too. A line of police vehicles came around the boat and truck and continued driving away from the scene. When they cleared a path, I skimmed through the jam and continued towards home. A semi-truck/trailer had also gotten around the jam, making a wide turn in front of me. As he maneuvered into his lane, I decided to go around him, crossing over the double-yellow line where we were at the top of a rise and I could not see what might be coming up from the other direction. I was just getting even with the cab of the truck and decided I needed to pull up. It was just in time as another pickup truck was cresting the rise and we would have hit head on. As I soared out over the road, I saw another row boat in the middle of the street below; I recall that it was red and had lots of dents as if it had been in an accident of some kind.

Shortly thereafter, I was soaring towards my house, noting that my mother had left a light on for me in my bedroom. Why I was returning to my childhood home and living with my mother, I have no idea. Apparently the aircraft I was in was small enough to enter the house and fly up to my room. I was about to land when my alarm went off.

The colors in my dreams are pretty vivid. That hover plane was mostly a military tan color with a hint of olive drab to it, as was the small craft that combined with it. There were lots of reds in the vehicles on the road.

Whatever the meaning behind the dream or the details, I have no idea. If it’s something my subconscious is trying to sort out, I have no idea what or why. I really cannot picture myself going back to that job on the transport team as I’m getting a bit too old for the physical parts of it. I’m also not the typical adrenaline junkie in terms of the fields of nursing that I was attracted to over my career. The sum of my life has always been mostly relaxed with the occasional shot of adventure mixed in rather than a life of mostly adventure.

So, if anyone reading this has any thoughts, feel free to share. I’m sure some other interesting stuff will pop up here again.

Oh, and the photo credit is mine – that’s my boy Tucker, doing a bit of his own dreaming!

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Technicolor Dreams

For this category of posts, I will break my rule of having all images be photos that I have personally taken. You just cannot take pictures of your dreams, but, boy! What if you could!?!?

I experience vivid dreams, both in imagery and content, and I often remember quite a lot of them. From childhood I recall a dream where kids were going into my neighbor’s house and not coming back out. In my dream she was some kind of witch, though I never learned what happened to the kids. In reality, she was a very nice lady, and it would be some years before I’d have any negative experience there myself (their dog bit me in the face, unprovoked), so there’s no reason to have had her play that part in my dream at that time.

Another time, as a child, I had dreamed that my mother had gone to hell. I didn’t (and still don’t) recall the details, only that I had a strong aversion to the color red for quite a long time after that.

Not to imply that my dreams are negative or nightmarish in any way. Most often I wake up just feeling like it was a very weird experience. Sometimes the absurdity is such that I wonder what a dream analyst would make of my mental health after delving into my dreams.

Take the time I dreamed that my brother was keeping an elephant in the back part of the property where we grew up (we were no longer children in this dream). As I was walking down the side of the yard to go check out the elephant, a dolphin materialized out of the sky to my left (which was over the neighbor’s yard) and sailed down into our swimming pool (which was on my right). I never did make it to the elephant as my alarm went off at that point.

Another silly/fun dream I had (and not too many years ago) had me in a pub where I was just about to be introduced to Paul McCartney. I didn’t get to meet him though, because my friends were ready to leave and I had to go with them. In the dream, the people felt like my friends but in physical appearance they resembled no one I knew in real life. This happens to me often, or the faces are just hinted at/blurred so I can’t quite make them out though I’m sure of who they are. Anyway, when exiting the pub, I saw that we were at the bottom of the ocean (or a lake?) and our jet skis were parked outside. My friends all jumped on theirs and headed for the surface, but my jet ski wouldn’t start. One friend turned around to come help me, but the dream ended, likely with my alarm clock again.

I don’t know if there is any underlying reason for some of my dreams – what did I eat before going to bed? Had I been on cold medicine? Did I watch some weird program on TV or read some strange novel before bed?

A few days ago I decided to finally keep a journal so that I could write down my dreams and thus remember more of them. I’ve already got at least one doozy to share with you next time.

If anyone who happens on this blog would like to share their dreams, or offer an opinion (kindly) of what they think mine might mean, feel free to comment. I’ll try to remember to tag my dream posts with the appropriate category title so you can find them easily if you want to skip the rest of the posts.

Thanks for checking in. Sleep well!

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Wrapping up this crappy year.

I don’t keep up the blog much because I express my thoughts on Facebook in smaller bites. Every now and then, though, I feel a compulsion to put some longer, maybe deeper thoughts down, thinking some day my sons will be interested in them.

This has been, for most folks, a very crappy year. Everyone will remember 2020 with some level of disgust, sadness, anger, or despair, perhaps all of the above. A few may be able to remember some pleasant, maybe even joyous moments. I think I fall in the middle, with a lean towards pleasant.

For me, 2020 hasn’t really been a challenge. I’m basically an introvert. People that know me somewhat probably think that’s funny because they know that I’m a talker. I talk a lot. Before my paternal grandfather passed away when I was five years old, I remember that he used to call me “Chatterbox.” I don’t remember anything else about him. My father often said I was “vaccinated with a phonograph needle.” My sons know what that means because I’ve explained it to them, but many of their peers, and certainly anyone born in the last twenty years likely don’t even know what a phonograph is, let alone what my father was insinuating.

People who really know me, know that I am basically a hermit and prefer to stay home and do my own thing rather than be social and try to have “small talk” with people I don’t know that well. So, 2020 has absolutely catered to my inner recluse. In the latter part of March, my company sent us packing – with the work computer to do our jobs from home. In June of 2019, I had taken a case management job where I no longer work as a nurse in a hospital setting, but rather, manage the care of injured workers for their Workers Compensation claims telephonically. I had done the same job back in the late ’90’s/early 2000’s for about six years before my first marriage failed and I had gone back to hospital nursing, so it was an easy transition. I wasn’t initially certain the working-from-home part would be agreeable, but it turns out, I enjoy it very much. My dogs do, too!

My husband’s job, as a biomedical technician (I forget what his company’s formal title for his job is) meant that he has been an essential worker all along, so continued working in the hospitals as he had before the pandemic. Both of us, therefore, continued having our regular incomes, so we have not felt any financial distress like so many others have. My sons have both managed to continue working throughout the pandemic as well, so they, too, have been more fortunate than most.

I am not very good at visiting my mother, and that hasn’t changed with the pandemic. I can’t say that I have seen her much less than I would otherwise, but there have been fewer visits overall. I was saddened that the news media and the state government created continued if not worse fear in the last couple months, resulting in my family and my husband’s family all feeling the need to cancel plans to get together for Thanksgiving this year. While I understand their concerns – especially with my in-laws as their health has been more precarious – it truly sucked not to have a big gathering of us all together. We all live far enough apart that we don’t see each other as often as some folks get to see their relatives, but at least we’re close enough that we can drive to visit. So far, my in-laws are planning a “stop-and-drop” gift exchange for Christmas, where they will drive down, drop off their gifts to us, pick up our gifts to them, maybe chat for a few minutes, then they’ll head back home, enjoying seeing Christmas lights on their way.

Barring any significant change in the weather – meaning “snow” – my family should still be coming over for a traditional holiday meal (at lunch on the day after Christmas!) and gift exchange. I really do NOT want to see a “white Christmas” just because I want everyone to show up!

While no one in the families have suffered any big financial hits during this whole debacle of a year, no one seemed especially inclined to go crazy on the gift-giving either, all agreeing to pare down how much was spent. While part of me still wants to surprise folks with at least a little something to open, I really don’t mind slacking off on the gift-giving either. Christmas is not about the material gifts, but rather the sharing of love and companionship, time and reminiscing that we should focus on, along with the birth of Christ. As I get older, I do find that I appreciate the time I do spend with my family more, even when I don’t seem to make time to see them as much as I could.

No one close to me has [yet] contracted this horrible virus – thank God! – and for that I am eternally grateful. So, you can see, my year hasn’t really been so bad at all, which is why I said in the beginning that my memory of this year leans towards the pleasant side. (I’m not about to get into a political discussion here because we all know what a fuster-cluck of a situation that has been! Suffice it to say that I’m hugely disappointed and not the least bit optimistic about what’s in store for all of our futures).

I don’t know what others in my family have thought about this year, or what it has meant to them, or what the most important memories are that they will take away from it. I can only hope that everyone recognizes their blessings before lamenting their hardships. Being alive and healthy is quite a big plus these days…don’t knock it!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Everyone!

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This Whole Virus Thing

Happy and Blessed Easter to us all. Such a shame that it hasn’t felt the least bit like the celebration it should be.

Like every other human being on the planet, I have my thoughts about this whole Covid-19, Corona Virus “crisis”, so figured I may as well put those thoughts down on paper, as it were.

First and foremost, I totally understand that this virus is more lethal than influenza. I am a nurse, I understand the science of that.

I also am fine with self-isolating. Hell, it’s my normal state of being as an introvert. I am happiest at home with my husband, dogs, and chickens, and only occasionally gathering with family or select friends.  So, I am doing my part to keep me, my family, and the rest of society safe.

What I do not like and want to see a stop to, is the government’s ever-lengthening reach into my, and everyone’s civil liberties. To voluntarily ask people to self-isolate and ask stores to reduce hours and other businesses to close is fine. I start to worry when “ask” becomes “order”, and failure to obey can result in fines and jail time.

So much for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

I guess what prompted this commentary most is the notion that government is now trying to dictate what are “essential items” and, in some states, have already ordered stores to stop selling what they, the government, apparently deem to be non-essential.

I’m sorry, but Mr. or Ms. Governor, do you know me?!  Do you know anything about my life, personally? Do you know what projects I may have been working on before all this shit hit the fan? Do you understand that certain hobbies and activities that involve your “non-essential” items may be absolute necessities for me – and every other human being – to get through this “crisis”?

No, you don’t.

So why do you suddenly get to decide what a store may or may not sell to me? Isn’t it between me and the shop owner what goods he has that I am willing to pay for? Is free enterprise well and truly dead?

So far that I am aware at the time of this writing, I do not think this has yet been imposed in my state. You can rest assured that, should it come to be, I will suddenly find myself writing to our Governor, though I’ve never felt the need to do so before now.  Perhaps I’ll pen a letter to him anyway.

What people don’t seem to understand or accept is the notion that, once you give up your freedom for safety, you never again will have freedom, nor safety.

Be careful who you let make decisions for you. They are not always the ones with your best interests at heart. Certain decisions by the government currently have nothing to do with curbing the spread of a virus and everything to do with gaining power that they will not relinquish easily, if at all.

Pay attention to such things and you may find that you have been greatly led astray by the people you think are protecting us. This is not conspiracy theory stuff. This is basic civil liberty stuff.

Quit letting fear rule what you’re willing to ignore because you think it’s going to make things better.

It’s not.

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Does Caring Too Much Lead to Caring Too Little?

This summer will be thirty-two years since I graduated from nursing school. Before that I was an Air Force medical technician, and before that, a nursing assistant in a nursing home.

I do not recall growing up wanting or planning to become a nurse.

I wanted to raise horses.

For many reasons, my choices led me to become a nurse anyway.  From the first day I worked in health care, I don’t believe a shift has gone by where I didn’t look at a co-worker and wonder “why are you a nurse/medic/aide when you don’t like people?” Fortunately, I believe my nature of wanting to please everyone has helped me be a good nurse despite also being somewhat of an introvert. That, and I like needles.

Sadly, I’m sure lots of folks have been on the other side of the bed rail from a less-than-caring care-giver. They’ve experienced indifference at “best” to outright neglect or abuse at worst, by the very people they have entrusted with their health and well-being, most not by choice.

Yes, there are plenty of instances where caregivers at all levels and in all types of facilities can provide evidence of the abuse they have suffered at the mouths and hands of their patients and their family or friends, so we can fully understand that there are valid reasons for some caregivers to have lost their love of care giving.

But what about many (most?) of the others? What is their excuse?

I fully expect there to be some percentage of people who got into nursing because it’s a job that pays a decent wage, has a somewhat flexible schedule, and a good level of job security, all of which make up for having to deal with other humans’ bodily secretions at some point in time. Those people go to work to collect a paycheck and don’t really care about their patients on a level that screams “I’m here to help you.” But usually, those folks aren’t there to inflict discomfort – physically or emotionally – on their patients either.

A very small percentage of sadistic individuals get into health care for some very disturbing reasons, and those folks are not the ones I’m talking about here today. I don’t think I have the time – or the knowledge – to adequately sum up the existence of those types in health care.

So, what am I talking about?

I have been a nurse in many different arenas, from hospital bedsides, to ambulances and aircraft, to offices and telephones. I would like to think that, no matter the setting, I have done my best to be kind and courteous to all my patients equally.  I do not claim this to be one hundred percent, because we all have had days where too much stress saps the “nice” out of us for a while, or that one patient (or family member) has been beyond rude and condescending (and inevitably wrong) and we just cannot pretend any more.

So, are we pretending? To be nice, I mean.

I believe more and more, the answer is yes. I feel as if there are more and more pretenders coming into nursing all the time. They show smiles and say nice things to your face, but constantly are snide and contemptuous behind your back – to patient and co-workers alike.  These types have always been around, but I feel that the younger generations aren’t bred to be genuine caregivers anymore…they just know how to play the role. Some play it better than others.

For patients, this may not mean anything as the interactions are a fleeting (hopefully) part of their lives and, what they don’t know doesn’t hurt them in this case.

For nurses (and other caregivers), this cannot be sustaining and, eventually, the truer (darker?) self will eventually win out. “Nurse Ratchet” may not have started out as a mean, cruel nurse who eats her young, but that aspect of her being was lost so long ago that no one remembers what she may have been like fresh out of school. Was she someone who wanted nothing more than to be a nurse from a young age, wanting only to take care of others in need?  Did she suffer too many indignities from unapologetic patients and colleagues? Was she over-burdened by a system that continuously demands more from its staff while providing them fewer and fewer resources.

Did she care too much when no one cared for her, thus decided “fuck it.”?

Every day I see (or hear) a colleague do (or say) something that make me cringe and wonder “why are you a nurse?”  You cannot get into health care and expect your patients to ever be at their best, but they need and deserve you to be at yours. We truly see people at their worst – scared, in pain, most of the time not knowing or understanding what is wrong with them or what will be done to help. Will they be helped? How can anyone expect dignified, courteous, respectful interactions with people in this state? I’m amazed when any patient or family member can be kind and thoughtful towards me. Yes, I would liked to be thanked a little more often for the work I do for my patients, but I count it a win to just end my shift without having had any misunderstandings or conflicts with them, knowing that I did my best for them that day.

At what point did nursing (health care in general) decide it was “okay” to let nurses speak unkindly towards patients? Should we be “allowed” to “put them in their place” when they have been rude, disrespectful, or hateful to us? Does that make us better? Is “fair and equal” the right strategy?

I feel like the people in health care must walk a very fine line between not taking crap from people, and still being professional.  It can be done, I know, because I’ve often let others know that they are not welcome to speak to me in a demeaning way, without descending to that level myself. I make an effort to still express to them that I care about them and am there to help.

This is not easy and certainly doesn’t come naturally to most people. But it is vital in the health care arena. Care givers must care. It is not a skill that is cultivated overnight. It must be taught, so there needs to be truly caring mentors and teachers out there. The numbers appear to be dwindling as more and more such skillful nurses retire.

As for those still in health care, if you don’t care anymore (or God-forbid, never did), then why are you still among us? If you cannot lead the next generation of care givers by good example, then please lead yourself out the door.

 

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Language and Accents

Recently, I’ve been binge-watching “The Expanse” on amazon prime. If you’ve not heard of it before, it’s a science fiction series set within our own galaxy, with colonies on Mars and in the asteroid belt beyond that. There are stations on some moons of Jupiter as well.

I watch a lot of sci-fi and one thing tends to stand out in them all…everyone speaks English. American English, if you want to be picky.  Why? Are most sci-fi movies made by Americans? I have no idea…I had not taken that train of thought out of the station yet to see where it would take me.

Because of “The Expanse”, however, I find myself thinking about the various accents that are portrayed, whether intentionally or just because they allow actors to use the accents they were born with. Maybe, in some cases, they mimic accents from where their character is supposedly from, back on Earth. We’ve seen that with the original “Star Trek” series…bad Russian accents, moderately better Scottish accents, and just plain old American English accents.

But in “The Expanse”, we supposedly have colonists that have lived on Mars for generations…over a hundred years at least. That would mean the young adult generation would have been born and raised there.  So, why does one of the characters speak with an Australian accent? Did she grow up in a sub-colony of Australian immigrants to Mars with little to no contact from others who had different accents? Wouldn’t exposure to multiple accents “taint” the original accent  the settlers arrived with? You need some degree of isolation to maintain much of your ancestral culture and customs.

The people who settled in the asteroid belt – the Belters – have an odd and unique accent that reminds me of the French-Creole speech you might find in Louisiana. The Belters also have a language unique to their people. Now, if the primary source of Belter settlers was, indeed, from that very small area of Earth, and over the generations, no substantial number of settlers immigrated there from other parts of Earth, thus not bringing any new accents or language to dilute the original, I guess I can see them sustaining their accent and language through multiple generations.  But you are to believe that much trade goes on in these outer colonies, and not everyone who arrives there during travel has the means to leave. So why are they speaking so differently from all the “Inners”?

An article I read on-line by Mary Linn, a linguist with the Smithsonian Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage, stated that the British noticed a change in how Americans spoke English within just one generation. After enough exposure not only to the indigenous people, but to colonists from multiple other countries as well, Americans soon had a different accent as well has having added or changed various words within the language, and making grammatical changes, creating a whole new dialect.

So, how in our solar system, many generations from now, would American English dominate yet still have retained all the known accents from Earth? Yes, I know, it’s just television, don’t read so much into it.

In our current age of “inclusivity” and “diversity”, we are not likely to see any television series or movie made where we are not playing up the need to have every culture represented in some fashion. I have a feeling that, should our human race ever achieve the level of space travel and colonization that our many beloved science fiction programs show us is possible some day, a traveler from 2019 into the future would be very disappointed at how similar everyone turns out to really be.

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Millennial Management

The Millennial Generation seems to be one of extremes…either they are doing really incredible, wonderful things, or they are being accused of doing really incredibly stupid things. Millennial kids, in the 1990’s were starting to see a boom in technology and were learning about computers and cell phones at young ages, mastering them and likely contributing much to the ongoing evolution of all things “tech.”

Millennial kids are also living with their parents much longer than previous generations, partly because of legitimate economic issues in the nation, but quite a few because they chose to get degrees in fields that aren’t really career fields. This generation is often mocked for being too sensitive to criticisms and finding offense in just about everything.

Of course, people born in the generations prior to millennials must now come to terms with the simple fact that those “kids” are not kids any more, and are moving up in all places of business, many now managing employees older than themselves. If you haven’t had a millennial manager to report to, you may wonder what it is like. What I have learned is that not all of the millennial’s management style is conducive to all types of work.

One thing that I am seeing younger managers strive for is a climate of “fair and equal”, allowing everyone the opportunity to be and/or do whatever it is they would like to experience. Of course, everyone should strive to learn more about their chosen career, gaining knowledge and experience so that they better themselves and, by extension, the team around them along with their customers.

But is wanting a certain experience enough to justify allowing  anyone to have it?

Consider this. Imagine for a moment, that you are a cat owner. Cats are notorious for doing just about anything they want, whenever and wherever they want. Let us say that  your precious kitty has just exited his litter box and proceeded to jump up on the kitchen counter…a place where you prepare food for yourself, your family, perhaps your friends. That cat wants this experience. The cat, however, has no awareness that tracking his fecal matter across your counters can lead to unfortunate outcomes if you do not intervene. The cat is not going to sanitize his paws or your counter because he has no knowledge, experience, or ability to do so.  You must now clean up its mess if you want to avoid possible gastrointestinal disturbances, assuming you know of every instance where he has done this. Do you know if he walked across your dining table before you sit down to eat?

I work in healthcare as a nurse. After thirty years, I consider myself to have a fairly wide range of skills and knowledge that would lend well to my wanting a new experience within my scope of practice. A millennial manager would allow me to take on a new role if I expressed interest in it, because it is “fair”.

However, a nurse with only a year or so of experience is also interested in that new role. To be “fair and equal”, the manager will allow her to take on that role as well. This is where trying to have everything be “fair and equal” becomes a slippery slope for all involved. When something unexpected happens one day and it is important for the person in the new role to manage the potential crisis, who is more likely to ensure the best outcome? I am not trying to be mean or dismissive here. Many young nurses are quite good at their jobs…using the skills and knowledge they have acquired thus far. But things do occur in health care that require more knowledge, better skills, broader experience to prevent negative outcomes.

What I am saying, basically, is that there are jobs where treating all your employees “fair and equal” just is not practical. It’s one thing to throw seniority out of the window for things like scheduling shifts or deciding who will be sent to a conference. It’s quite another thing to put a young nurse in a position where a lack of experience, and perhaps a lack of proper support, will likely mean a crisis situation ends badly for someone. Managers cannot “manage” their employees every second of the day, so may not be aware of a lack of ability to perform adequately in a new role until something goes wrong. The cat owner cannot know for sure everywhere his cat has walked after exiting his litter box, but it is the owner who adjusts and ensures they clean and sanitize all surfaces the cat could have walked on where food may be prepared or eaten (we hope). If a manager cannot or will not be able to monitor every situation her employees are in, and does not want to have to “clean up the mess” whenever things are not done properly, then it seems logical that a manager would only allow an individual to take on a new role after they’ve been properly trained for it.

In health care, there will always be something weird to contend with that even the most experienced person on the floor has not encountered before. Because of this, I would prefer that managers be a little less “fair and equal” in allowing certain individuals certain experiences just because they want them now. Yes, there will also always be extenuating circumstances where you basically throw a less-experienced nurse into tough situations because they are all you have and someone has to handle the crisis somehow. Those are times when the young nurse begins gaining experience, knowledge and skills to get her prepared for a time when she wants to handle those situations regularly. The proverbial cart should not be put before the proverbial horse – do not put inexperienced people in positions they are not suited for just because they express an interest in the role. A quality manager will, instead, help that employee develop the tools she needs to eventually be suited to a new role. To do that, the manager must be acutely aware of the details of the new role – what is needed to be successful in most any circumstance – and aware of the employee’s qualifications.

Life will never be fair and equal to everyone, and millennial managers must come to understand that they cannot pursue a culture of “fair and equal” and be successful. There will never be equality of character, of knowledge, of skill, or experience across any group of people, and expecting that you will get fair and equal productivity out of your staff is illogical. Why, then, the focus on trying to treat everyone fair and equal? Focus on treating everyone with respect and dignity, with kindness, but be prepared to dish out the “tough love” when necessary…and it is necessary. Empower your staff to accept constructive criticism without falling apart and feeling bullied. Help them grow as people – as nurses. Challenge them to do better, not by expecting to always get what they want, but instead, to read and learn and do more. Crack the whip and expect more from them. Tell them to put their phones away and engage with the coworkers who have the experience that they say they want. Insist that they learn from the older staff, and don’t just promote relationships with peers of their own age.

Millennials have such potential to do great things. I see it every day in many of the young nurses I work with – the sincere desire to care for their patients and families, to expand their knowledge, to save lives. I fear that they will fall short of their potential if they continue to foster the notion that they deserve “fair and equal” treatment in all things, because, what happens when they don’t get their way?

 

 

 

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On My Mind

As I approach the anniversary of my fifty-third trip around the sun I have been thinking a lot about how my work life has changed over the years.

I graduated from nursing school in 1988…thirty years ago! I had attended the University of Cincinnati College of Nursing and Health’s bachelor’s program. Such a program is heavy on course-work and a bit skimpy on clinical training (in my humble opinion). Of note, I will remind readers that attending college in the ’80’s meant you researched all your papers in an actual library with actual books – there was no internet, let alone “Google” for the assist. We took our state boards over two days, typically in the state capital city (for me, Columbus, Ohio), with number-two pencils and “scan-tron” sheets. It took about six weeks to learn your results. In the interim, you could accept a job, were limited slightly in what you could do legally, and signed your paper charts with a special identifier after your name that noted your status as a nurse, just not yet registered.

Back in those “old days,” new graduate nurses were conditioned to expect to work a year or two in a general “med-surg” unit before ever hoping to transfer to an intensive care environment. Nurse residencies were unheard of, and “orientations” were brief. Your more “seasoned” peers likely dumped on you, giving you rotten assignments and leaving you to fend for yourself a lot – a “sink or swim” indoctrination to your chosen profession. Definitely, some took you under their wing, but there were also those “Nurse Ratchets” who treated everyone gruffly. It was a common saying in those days that “nurses ate their young.”

I have had the benefit of working in a variety of hospitals and specialties, so have seen the various styles of nursing practiced by individuals as well as by “teams.” Some nurses played better with others, some not so much. You might be surprised to know that physical unit design often plays a huge role in getting your well-oiled machine running smoothly, or not. Once upon a time, private rooms were reserved for Very Important Patients, or those who were willing to pay more for that luxury. Depending on the facility and even the unit within a facility, you would see anywhere from two to six or more beds in a ward or “pod.” Privacy was limited to cloth curtains – you might not see your “roomie” but you generally heard everything that went on behind the veil. From a nursing perspective, I actually found the multiple-bed environment more desirable since all my patients were cohorted together – it was easy to see if someone was having a problem without relying on a third party to locate and notify you before you could respond. These days, however, private rooms are becoming the new “norm” and every hospital that can afford to have renovations done to accommodate that, will. (I do not know whether insurance makes any stipulations about rooms anymore. To my knowledge, you also do not get charged extra for a phone or television in your room.)

Teamwork effectiveness varies in those differing physical environments as well. With each patient having a private room these days, I see fewer nurses entering a room that they are not assigned to, to do something as simple as address a machine that is beeping. “Not my patient, not my problem?” Sometimes. Sometimes it’s simply that they recognize the beep for something innocuous so leave it for the nurse assigned to that patient to deal with whenever.

Another sad commentary on private rooms is that you don’t always know when your coworker is having a serious problem, whether it is an actual patient emergency or just that he/she is overwhelmed by his/her assignment and needs an extra pair of hands. In emergencies, it takes precious seconds – minutes, perhaps – for that nurse to call out and have help sent in. In the open bay/pod design, you merely had to look up from whatever you might be doing to notice that someone else needed help now! But, “customer service” is important and private rooms are what the customers want, so that is what they now get.

On the positive side, I will say that technology and medical advances have greatly improved the care that we give our patients. My primary focus is in neonatal intensive care. When I took my first NICU job in 1990, I was amazed at what we could do for infants as young as twenty-six weeks gestation. Of course, certain beliefs in what premature babies experienced meant that we didn’t always address their developmental needs adequately or appropriately. “Minor” surgical procedures were often done at the bedside with just a paralytic and no sedative or pain medication offered. We know much better now. Also, we are saving infants born as early as twenty-two weeks gestation. It is amazing! We manage infants from earlier ages without mechanical ventilation, saving many of them from future chronic lung disease. We know more about preventing intra-cranial hemorrhages and retinopathies. We are offering better quality of life to the tiniest of humans.

For all the wonderful advances made in medicine, can we say the same about nurses?

Those of us who embody either the baby-boomer or Gen-X generations have witnessed a perceived difference in the people coming into the profession over the last decade or so. While I have encountered some really tremendous young men and women who are very smart, quick to learn, and extremely dedicated to their calling, I have also met others who are, well, “less” than all that. Yes, sure, there have always been nurses who are not the caliber I would like to see in every generation. Perhaps I am only seeing what I want (or don’t want) to see in this latest generation. What I think cannot be denied is that the “millennial” nurses certainly have a different mentality in general from us “senior” nurses, and I am not reassured that it is all for the best.

Millennials have been judged, unfairly in many cases, of suffering from significant entitlement issues. Just since the early two-thousands (2002, 2003 or so), I have seen more new nurses come into the work place with expectations that we older nurses would never have contemplated in the very beginning of our careers. This latest generation has no concept of “low man on the totem pole” and “seniority.” I find too many young nurses insist that everything be “fair and equal”, not understanding that nothing in life is fair, nor equal.

More new graduate nurses are entering specialty fields right out of school before they have developed important organizational skills, let alone critical thinking skills. They simply do not know what they don’t know. As more and more senior staff retire, or cut back their hours, there are fewer and fewer experienced nurses to precept these new hires and teach them things they need to know now, as well as things they need to know later. More and more, new graduate nurses are being trained by nurses who have barely one year of experience themselves, mixed in with some shifts with an experienced nurse, if there is one available. Someone who became a specialty nurse right out of school doesn’t know enough to effectively teach another new grad the skills they will need in a crisis.

On top of that, millennials are being mentored into management positions of critical care units with very little clinical nursing time under their belts. While it’s true that managers do not have to be able to perform that actual work of the people they manage, it’s always better when they can. How do you evaluate someone’s performance if you are not familiar with what they are expected to be doing? Millennial managers like to toss out lots of catch words and phrases that sound meaningful but really aren’t, usually preceded by a pound sign – oops! a “hash-tag”, so that it “trends.” The word “team” especially is bandied about as if to include everyone, yet actual engagement of all age groups seems to be unimportant. On paper it is. In reality, it often feels as if older, experienced nurses are being “marginalized” (to use one of those trendy new words), and when they remove themselves further from participation – whether it is cutting hours, removing themselves from committees or groups, or just leaving altogether – it’s as if the younger crowd breathes a sigh of relief. Nothing is done to discern why the older nurses are growing unhappy, nothing offered to keep them and their expertise around.

Like everything else, the world is evolving and the new generation is molding it to suit them, as they should. I wonder what older nurses thought of me as the new kid on the block. Perhaps they thought I had ideas that were not going to do our profession proud.

Where I am now, I worry about the future. I worry that catering to a millennial’s need for acceptance more than ensuring their continued clinical education and growth by the most experienced nurses available will result in some pretty significant, negative, yet preventable events. We care about our patients. We care about these young nurses. Some of them truly appreciate what knowledge and support we offer.

But there are some who come to the profession with an attitude that screams “I got this!” without the skills to back that up. And when they get “schooled” by an older colleague, it is taken as harsh criticism and even “bullying.” The older nurse ends up being the one “scolded” while the younger one is given what she wants under the premise that everyone has a right to new experiences, even if they lack the skills to do the best job possible.

I’m not sure what types of seminars managers in the medical field attend, whether there are enough that are specific to medicine, or if they attend lots of generic management seminars that are geared more towards the corporate world. Hospitals are a 24/7/365 operation with very specific and unique employees and customers that cannot and should not be placed under the same management style as, say, a financial corporation. “Teamwork” in nursing involves much different interactions with your peers than a group putting together a portfolio to win over some wealthy individual client. In an office setting, one person may be able – and willing – do perform a variety of tasks to get a project completed. When a patient codes, I need to trust my team to know their roles and be able to perform them as no one person can run a code unassisted and expect a successful outcome.

The simplest answer is to provide new graduate nurses with the most experienced support available as they begin their career, pairing them with the nurses who will teach them the most in the time they have together. Worrying about making sure they develop friendships and ties to colleagues of similar age should not be a focus of management. Friendships will occur in time, as they should after you’ve ensured proper training has taken place. Placing the focus on the millennial’s satisfaction without ensuring your senior staff are also satisfied in their jobs simply exacerbates the problem of not having enough experienced nurses around to teach the next generation what they need to know.

Perhaps my work place situation is unique and other institutions. Perhaps other units within my own organization do not have similar concerns. Perhaps I am coming across as a “disgruntled employee”.

My hope is that more managers take a good look at their unit’s staff and really see how the various age groups interact, then, without bias, work to ensure everyone’s  satisfaction. The result will be a new generation of nurses who are better trained to care for their patients, and retention of those who will continue to impart their wisdom on them.

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Me, too.

So, there’s a shit-ton of “stuff” all over all aspects of the media these days about rape and allegations of sexual misconduct. I have my two-cents to add, after first coming clean and stating, I’ve been there, it happened to me, too.

All I will say is that it occurred either just before or just after my 18th birthday. I had blocked the memory out for many years and, honestly, don’t wish to bring back those details that remain lost. It wasn’t violent, per se, it was what would be considered “date rape”, and, at the time, I blamed myself, as so many people do.

Over the years, of course, I have remembered, sometimes just when I’m alone, sometimes when I was with someone and something triggered a memory, and pretty much all the time I see articles on-line about someone else’s struggles.

This whole deal with a man who is currently being nominated to the Supreme Court, makes me cringe. While I would never go so far as to say the woman accusing him is lying, I have to wonder why she would choose to bring it up now, after all these years. She has obviously lived her life, quite successfully, despite her past crisis. She chose not to report anything then, or while this man was making his own successes in life. Once past the legal statute of limitations, the worst that happens is that the accuser ruins the reputation of the alleged attacker, sometimes to such a degree that the accused is professionally ruined, and possibly financially, and socially as well.

Is that the end goal? To publicly make someone feel as badly as you did when you were hurt? To have the innocent people around him – his wife, his children – also come under intense social scrutiny, their lives and reputations also ruined?

I just don’t get it.

I remember the name of my attacker, but I have no idea what he’s become over the last 30+ years, and I have no intention of “googling” him to find out. If I heard in the news, tomorrow, that he was being honored for something extraordinary, or being elevated to some grand position, I would still keep my mouth shut about what occurred all those years ago.

Why, you ask?

Because it doesn’t do ME any good to rehash such a crappy moment in my life. It doesn’t do ME any good to have to publicly air my “dirty laundry.” It doesn’t do ME any good, period.

Oh, but what if he’d hurt others? What if they won’t come forward because I don’t? What if he might yet hurt someone else?

What if?

What if?

What if?

What if I forgave myself for thinking I was to blame for what happened back then? What if I chose not to let that one event derail my entire life? What if I went on to marry and have kids and be happy?

What if he felt remorse for what he’d done? What if he never committed another offense against anyone after that one night? What if he chose to be someone who lived their life in service to others? Even if he never paid another thought to me or what he’d done to me, what if he simply grew up and did right by everyone else in his life later?

Did this judge do something wrong back in high school? I don’t know, and likely neither will the rest of the world, not the full truth, anyway. She apparently was spared from what I would define as actual rape, her own story being that he “tried to remove her clothes” and that he “grinded” on her, but that she was able to get away before worse happened.

Is the woman falsely accusing him? I sure hope not. I mean, that’s a pretty dirty move for ANY woman to make, and there is NO justification for such a lie. I empathize with anyone who has been assaulted in any way, shape, or form, and I believe that person should be able to deal with the pain however they need to.

But…

I cannot believe that she needs this confrontation at this point in her life. She chose to study psychology, whether as a result of her assault or not, only she can say. But having chosen that field, she, better than most, understands what happens in the mind when one is assaulted, and what needs to happen in order to recover. I feel sorry for her if she has not figured it out for herself after all these years.

Honestly, I think my “problem” with this situation, in part, is because she’s choosing, now, to ruin a man’s life over what she is claiming was attempted rape. She wasn’t raped. She got away. She made something of her life that appears to be quite positive and successful, despite that frightening encounter that I’m sure left her feeling quite vulnerable at the time. Is she still so fragile that she can only gain some type of “closure” by coming forward now?

I don’t have any answers, of course. Perhaps we’ll never know her true motivations. But if this is all a stunt, then I hope the judge has charges filed against her for the false accusations.

Men shouldn’t assault women.

But women shouldn’t be able to “assault” men either. And too often these days, it seems that social media convicts men based only on the word of a woman claiming to be a victim before any and all facts are brought to light. Our justice system was based on the premise that one is innocent until proven guilty.

At what point did we start to accept the opposite?

 

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Mature White Female….

I did not realize how long it has been since I last posted anything here. Certainly, once I opened up my second blog page (preppinwolf.wordpress.com), I started shifting more of my thoughts and activities there. Plus, there’s still Facebook, which I view daily. Many of the projects I post about on my other blog left me little time for the hobbies that prompted me to start this blog…I no longer scrap, other than the occasional hand-made greeting card, and I hardly ever get out my good camera anymore, simply snapping photos with my phone or a pocket camera. Those were the two biggest reasons for this blog – so show off my creative side.

But, time marches on, and our focus tends to change as things in our life change. We bought a few acres and I decided to start raising chickens back in 2014, and that’s pretty much when the scrapbooking started to decline. I still kept my good camera out, as I was keen on documenting my new ventures in pictures. Over time, though, it was easier to just grab the phone or pocket camera, and quality of the photos was less important than just having taken them.

Outside of those old hobbies and whatever the project-du-jour happens to be, I find myself becoming more and more reclusive, not caring to socialize much, favoring the computer or TV for entertainment. Is it because I’m getting older? Maybe. With age, I have found blessings in that I don’t stress so much about what other may think of me. I’m getting more comfortable speaking my mind even if it might raise an eyebrow or two, or make someone think less of me. I am not as concerned with being liked by everyone anymore. It’s quite liberating! Also, with age, I simply do not care as much about anything that does not affect me and mine. I have less patience for fools and find that it’s so much more relaxing to remain in the company of myself and my family.

Once in a while I do still wonder if I am missing out on things when I chose to not make an effort to “get involved.” It’s been that way my whole life, though, so it’s difficult to change. Always the introvert, the loner, never mind that, should you engage me in conversation, I can and will likely talk your ear off. Then again, that, too is happening less as I’ve matured. I realize that most people are not all that interested in what you have to say, but would rather talk about themselves. I often find that, if a conversation I’m having with someone gets interrupted, if I do not force a return to my topic of discussion once the interruption has passed, the person I was speaking with (to?) more often than not, does not ask me to resume where I’d left off. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve stopped resuming my tale, knowing that it probably wasn’t as interesting to the other person as it was to me.

Along with this, I also find that I do not succumb to the impulse to interject my thoughts/opinions into every conversation going on around me. Don’t get me wrong…I still DO participate in many discussions, I just am getting better about knowing when my input will have zero impact or is otherwise unnecessary. This includes Facebook posts. Sure I still say my piece, but usually by posting comments on my own page instead of adding to that of someone else. With my friends list being kept purposefully smaller than many others, it’s more likely that my comments will be appreciated by more like-minded people than when I share those same views on someone else’s post who tends to have double, triple, or more “friends” who will see – and disagree with my opinion. I neatly avoid confrontations or “flame wars” that way.

So, what is the point of this particular narrative? I honestly couldn’t say, other than just filling a void in my own personal blog that hasn’t seen any activity in a year and a half.  Just one more entry into a “diary” of sorts that will be around for my kids to review some day, adding another piece to the puzzle that is “their mom.” Perhaps, someone reading this will find that they are not alone in caring less for the drama of others and preferring their own company. It’s okay to be that way. If you are content, still engaging in meaningful (to you) activities, working (as is necessary), and not shunning true obligations to others, then there is nothing wrong with being an introvert.

That said, you still should make the occasional effort to reach out and get along with others. You may find that you have quite a lot of knowledge and experiences to share that others are keen to learn about. The point, really, is that you grow up without growing old.

 

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Be Kind or Be Quiet

I am writing this to record my thoughts on how our country has gone mad over the last several years. I intend this as nothing more than my personal opinions on various matters, hoping to look back in ten, twenty years or more and think (hopefully) “We’ve come a long way since then.”

About eight years ago now, I had the distinct displeasure to know that the man I did NOT vote for, for President, won. While everyone who did vote for him will say that my ire has all to do with the man’s race, I assure you it did not. Of course, who will believe that these days?  No, my concern was that he was a “no one” on the world’s stage. I may not know everyone in politics – who does? – but Barrack Hussein Obama is not a name you’d forget if you’d heard of him prior to his candidacy. I was not alone in being concerned that he was unqualified to become President of the United States.

I won’t digress into naming every tiny thing he did that I disapproved of as it has all been said so many times before, heard only by those of my peers who shared my concerns (the left-leaning folks of this country saw nothing but a Golden Child who could do no wrong). Suffice it to say that he did many  things wrong and few things right.

One thing that came out of this tenure was this bizarre exacerbation of “political correctness.” It was already starting before Mr. Obama took office, but it snowballed until there was an avalanche of outrage for using simple descriptive terms that one would have never thought could be offensive. “Micro-aggression” became a “thing” and people everywhere have to censure what comes out of there mouths lest they trigger some unforeseen affront to others, many of whom the disparaging word did not pertain to in the slightest.

The media fostered the outrage by asserting condemnations in every headline whenever anyone disagreed with something Mr. Obama said or did. Even in the media’s eyes, our 44th President could do no wrong.

They had eight years to shift their obligations from reporting all the news fairly, without bias, to reporting only the stories that built Mr. Obama up, and none that would tear him down lest they be castigated as “racist” against him. Few media outlets dared to report about his mistakes, about his failures, about dangerous actions he took that had the potential to – and sometimes did – hurt our country. Those media outlets were demonized by the rest, and oftentimes dismissed by the President himself, not caring to give more than a handful of interviews with those journalists over the course of his tenure.

By the time Mr. Obama’s second term was coming to an end, the media clung to all things liberal and continued showing their bias as they favored the same woman that Mr. Obama bested for the Democratic party candidacy eight years earlier. Never mind that Mrs. Clinton had some shady dealings and scandals in her past, she, too, could do no wrong in the liberal-leaning media’s mind. Her own sense of entitlement and self-importance lead, in part, to her being defeated in 2016. What was astonishing was that the man who won had no political experience prior to his candidacy, though he was, at least, a known figure to many Americans. While I did vote for Mr. Trump, he was not my first choice during the primaries. I don’t know if he’s the type of person I’d get along with if I met him outside on the street. I do appreciate the way he has treated many people over the years, news of which most of the media choose to forget as they try to cast him as the next Hitler, or the anti-Christ. I’m not fond of braggarts or boorish people, so he could bail me out of a crisis and, while I would be forever grateful to him, I probably wouldn’t invite him to dinner with my family. I’d send him a yearly Christmas card, though.

That said, I at least feel like he’s making some changes that need to be made, and he’s been in office less than two weeks as I write this. I completely agree with his temporary ban on immigration and accepting of refugees. I can’t understand the hostility he is facing all over the world when he is doing exactly what at least three Democratic presidents have done before him. Give our immigration agencies time to properly vet all persons wanting entry into the states so we can be more assured that fewer “bad apples” will sneak in with the good. Why is that so hard to swallow?

Many of his other initial orders come with a “wait and see” disclaimer. It’s too early to tell how pulling out of various trade agreements will go, or how quickly – and how well – the government comes up with a suitable replacement for Obamacare. In terms of cutting foreign aid to non-governmental organizations who use our money to fund abortions in other countries, well, we’ve already seen where the Dutch are ponying up money to compensate for that. I have always, personally, sat on the fence when it comes to abortion rights…suffice it to say I believe it should be kept legal, but have my own opinions on various limitations that I won’t bother voicing here. The point is, why should so many millions – perhaps billions – of U.S. taxpayer dollars go to so many foreign countries, not just for abortion, but for anything? There are plenty of wealthy nations out there who give far less for the same causes, who could afford to give so much more, yet for some unfathomable reason, “everyone” expects the U.S. to spend the most.

We have so many people in our own country in need, that much of that money should be being spent here rather than sending it oversees. Yes, it’s tremendously sad that kids in Africa don’t get the immunizations or other health care they need, that children all over the globe are starving. But kids right here in America are starving, too. If we spent our money right, we wouldn’t have homeless people in any city. We’d have proper mental health care for those who cannot cope with everyday life. Our Veterans would have all the health care – including mental health – that they need, and all the support they require to return from their deployments to live engaged and satisfying lives.

I know my younger son has fears about how Trump’s administration is going to deal with LGBT issues. I urge him – and others – to take a deep breath, let it out, and calmly look at exactly what is being done – or not done – from a legal perspective to any laws passed during Obama’s administration. So far, a web page focused on LGBT issues on the White House.gov site has been taken down. So, what does that actually mean? Could mean nothing. Could mean Trump feels LGBT issues should be managed at a state level and that the federal government should stay out of them.

Spanish translation of the White House web site has also been removed. There hasn’t been any law enacting the removal of Spanish language from any U.S. based web site, so no one has had any “rights” taken away from them. Perhaps Trump feels that American citizens, no matter where they are from, should learn to read, write, and speak English? I know, that’s terrible!! How dare he??  Really, folks. My mom was an immigrant and she was very intent on learning English and becoming American. She is proud to be American and get’s offended if you call her by her nationality of origin. How is it wrong to ask those who want to be U.S. citizens to hold similar sentiment?

So what can we do?

Well, for a start, how about letting Mr. Trump at least try to make some changes without getting your collective panties in a knot? Yes, he’s had some business failures in his lifetime, but he’s had far more successes. He may not get everything he puts his mind – and pen – to right, but he may get more things right than you give him credit for. Have some of his business dealings been shady. Sure. But how many shady deals has our government dealt in the past? Fast and Furious. Iran. Halliburton/Blackwater. Whitewater. Lewinsky. The list could go on forever.

The media needs to do some serious soul-searching and decide to go back to truly unbiased reporting. Yes, Mr. Trump will continue to give you all the titillating headlines that you love to bash him with, so how about you also honestly report on the positive things he’s doing? Or at least stop exaggerating things with the sole purpose of making him look dastardly. Really – there is no “Muslim” ban. Report the Executive Order correctly as you know there is no language in it that has anything to do with banning people of a specific religion, especially when three past Democratic presidents have all executed the same type of ban at some point in their administrations.

And people….get a grip! Quit looking for the bad in your President. Yes, he is your President so long as you hold citizenship here. You tell everyone to be kind or be quiet. You say “love trumps hate”. You want us all to see the good in others – those others being refugees, immigrants, LGBT people, people of color,  and women – but you refuse to see the good in Mr. Trump. You refuse to see the good in “old white men” or women who are anti-abortion. You refuse to see the good in black republicans – any republican or conservative person, really.

You totally fail to see how your hate, your intolerance, your divisiveness is tearing the country apart. Trump isn’t doing it. “It” was already happening before he came along, he’s just the latest “scapegoat” for you to target. It’s time to start practicing what you preach.

Be kind or be quiet.

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Who Are You?

 

Are you a child? A parent? A sibling or spouse?

Are you a student? A professional? A butcher, or baker, or candlestick maker?

Are you an artist, or author, or musician, or athlete?

When you get up in the morning, what’s on your mind? Do you think:

I have a term paper due today.

I have to pack the kids’ lunches.

Coffee!!

Mmmmm…an omelet sounds delish!

Where are my running shoes? I have to put in five miles today.

What a beautiful sunrise! Where’s my camera or my paintbrush?

Ugh…I’ve got that conference call at work today.

 

I’m guessing not too many people wake up and think:

I’m black today.

I’m gay today.

I’m a woman today.

 

(Well, if you’re pregnant, menopausal, or on your period, you might think, “Damnit, why do I have to be a woman today?”)

 

Lately, our society wants everyone to focus on “diversity.” Everyone has got to BE something more than just “being.” But what society forgets is that there’s more to being diverse than the color of your skin, your religion, your gender, or your sexual preference. If you look up “diversity” in Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary, the first thing you see is this: diversity

Note that the first definition is “the quality or state of having many different forms, types, ideas, etc.” Race and culture come after “differing elements.”

 

Who got to decide that, in our nation, diversity must only refer to your race, gender, religion, or sexual preference? Each and every one of us is a diverse individual. We all have different forms, ideas, interests, skills. We are all made up of more than the color of our skin, or our gender.

 

Now, I understand that some individuals have suffered more discrimination and oppression more than others based on some aspect of their character, and I agree that MOST of that discrimination and oppression is absolutely wrong. What I disagree with is the notion that ONLY certain races or cultures or genders have ever suffered from discrimination or oppression. Obviously, the severity of it differs, but so, too, has society over the generations.

 

I am a white female. There are things that, as a female, I am subjected to that men are not; sexual harassment and rape come to mind. There are also things that, as a female, I shouldn’t expect to be able to do, or included in unless I possess some pretty stringent qualifications. Very few women, for instance, can pass the physical agility portion of testing to become firefighters and, therefore, should be excluded from that job. Yes, I said it. There are places in the work-force (and in the military) where women just don’t belong. I don’t want to be trapped in a fire on the second (or higher) floor of a building and see some 120-pound woman come in thinking she’s going to carry my happy ass down a ladder – or my husband or my 170-pound dog. Forgive me for thinking that she’s just not capable of such feats. Chances are, she is not.

 

I am the child of a German immigrant. I was in elementary school still before the Berlin Wall came down. There were a few of us kids with German immigrant parents. When the other kids figured it out, I recall having to defend my mother as being from West Germany, or “the good side” so as not to be confused with the Nazis.

 

The news today abounds with stories of black oppression and it truly is a problem in some areas. But it’s also NOT a problem everywhere. The one thing that I really do not understand is the continued idea that slavery is something that blacks need to be compensated for in some way. Unless you are caught up in a human trafficking situation (and your race or gender does not grant you any exceptional status here), slavery has not been around for several generations. No one alive today has been a slave nor a slave owner. So many people in our nation today are first- and second-generation immigrants, so have no dog or pony in this show. Yes, slavery was a terrible thing, and it continues to be a terrible thing, mostly in other countries (discounting the aforementioned trafficking trade). There is no way to make up for it at this point in time. It was abolished and, legally, all men (and women) are equal now. Opportunities to achieve on all levels are available to all, whether or not some can and do take advantage of them. It’s hard work, but obviously it pays off seeing as we have spent the last (nearly) eight years with a black President of the United States.

 

This topic will obviously ruffle a lot of feathers, and that was not my intent with this post. First and foremost, I want people to recognize that each individual is unique and diverse all by his/herself. You probably don’t get up in the morning with your first thought being “I’m black/white, gay/straight, whatever today.” You’ve got too much else on your plate, too many other personal and professional responsibilities to let that one aspect of your being be the primary focus of your day-to-day existence.

 

So when will you stop allowing society, as depicted by the mainstream media, dictate who and what you are based only on one aspect?

You are more than that.

You are a person. A person of great worth. Don’t live your life fighting to be that “gay person” or that “black person”. Be YOU. Be your own person who just happens to be gay or black or female or whatever.

 

It is you who are responsible for your happiness. Our forefathers only guaranteed you the right to pursue it. Quit living a life expecting others to fix what you see is wrong. Stand up, dust yourself off, and fix your problems yourself.

Besides, chances are, you are the primary cause of your problems, not “others.”

 

 

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Story Time – Who Was Your Hero?

Today I’m seeing headlines about some “challenge” posed by a “TV Star” and the dangers young girls are putting themselves in trying to emulate the girl. This famous girl is no one particularly special. She just happens to have been born into a wealthy family who has made their fortunes mostly by parading their “glamorous” life on “reality” television. The father wishes he were a woman, the mother was previously married to a lawyer who defended a former sports-hero who was accused of murdering his ex-wife and her lover. The girl’s sisters have made themselves famous – or infamous – through “reality” TV and other endeavors by which they actually have shown some business acumen.

But why do our kids today want to emulate these types of “stars?” What is so impressive about today’s celebrities that we, as a society, indulge them any credibility as people of interest, let alone role models?

When I was a kid, the only “reality” TV was the local news or perhaps a game show where some “regular” person might win a wash machine. Our “heroes” came from comic books and TV shows that where fiction. Little boys might want to be Superman or Captain America. We little girls wanted to be like Wonder Woman or even the Bionic Woman. We wanted our pretend boyfriends to be one of the Monkees or maybe one of the men from “S.W.A.T.”

I am not a fan of any form of today’s “reality” TV (even “Survivor” has jumped the shark for me), and I have a hard time understanding what attracts others to watch the seemingly endless parade of train wrecks that have replaced entertainment as we used to know it. I am thankful that my husband and I canceled our satellite service years ago every time I pass by the TV in our break room at work and someone is watching a program about “My 600 Pound Life” or “Neighbors with Benefits.” Whoever consents to being on a program about how sex landed them in the emergency room is NOT a celebrity in the making. These people, in my opinion, are either very sad attention whores, or they think they have found an easy way to make some money.

But at what cost?

Well, if you ask me, the cost is their integrity. People of good character aren’t going to put every aspect of their lives under a microscope for the rest of society to judge. Those that do risk extensive ridicule and humiliation. And, those that allow their worlds to be scrutinized by the masses have no right to complain later about their mistreatment.

In the mean time, if you are a parent, are you monitoring what your children are watching on television? What are they reading in magazines or viewing on the internet? Do you think it’s okay for your daughters to want to inject foreign substances into their lips so they are nice and plump like some spoiled brat on TV whose parents clearly do not have their own children’s best interests in mind?

Introduce your kids to some of your local firemen, policemen, or veterans. Let them see what a real hero looks like and encourage them to emulate people of high moral character and integrity. Turn off the TV. Disable the internet. Teach your kids that their self-worth should be based on what they can accomplish without trying to mimic the UN-reality of what they are exposed to in the media.

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Story Time 11/29/2014

Wow, it’s been a very long time since I posted to this blog.  I had so many projects going on this year that I featured on my other blog, preppinwolf.wordpress.com, that I neglected adding any thoughts here.

I wanted to take a moment to sing the praises of my younger son, Sean.

Sean was quite a busy boy all his life. He was never the type to wake up and come into his mom and dad’s bedroom for some snuggle time.  He was the boy that peeked in our door, hoped we were still asleep, then snuck off downstairs to explore, also known as getting into everything!  Oh, the stories I could tell about his little adventures!

But today, I want to talk about the content of his character.

You see, Sean lost his grandmother recently.  She was not what I’d call a nice person.  Oh, she was cordial enough to “others” so few people knew the not-so-nice side of her.  But Sean did.  Grandma was the type of woman to play favorites, though she would never admit it to herself or others.  Between her own children, it was clear she favored her son (my kids’ father) over her daughter.  She claims she “raised them both the same” and couldn’t understand how they turned out so differently. My ex-sister-in-law has made some questionable choices in her life that would leave many people scratching or shaking their head in judgment of her.  Ironically, she’s actually got a terrific personality, but I didn’t get so spend much time with her to know her very well.

Still, Grandma’s favoritism extends to her grandchildren, too.  She had six grandkids from her daughter before my boys came along and the first-born of that bunch was always her favorite. When my two came along, the first-born, too, became her favorite. She doted on him more, spent more time with him, and spent more money on him. When it came to Sean, she seemed to merely tolerate him if she wasn’t scolding him.  Now, I know he’s always been a handful, and I, too, spent way more time scolding him than scolding his brother.

Yet, Sean’s gift was that he, unlike many in his family, isn’t one to hold a grudge. He seems to love unconditionally. When he heard his grandmother was in the hospital and not likely to recover, he insisted on spending what little money he had for a train ticket home to see her. His father suggested he not spend the money or make the trip, but Sean’s response was that he loved his grandmother and wanted to see her again before she passed.

How incredible is that!

Sean warms my heart with his kindness. He spent so many years crying over the way she treated him, yet, in the end, he chose to honor her instead of ignoring her.

This Christmas I hope everyone choses to remember others with love and forgiveness. I shall strive to emulate my son’s example.

God bless, and Merry Christmas, everyone!

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Too busy to think!

I’ve been busy with a lot of projects lately, and all of those stories are posted over on my other blog page www.preppinwolf.wordpress.com.  Feel free to check it out.  Because of all those projects, or the time I’ve spent in the research and planning phases of those projects, I’ve not done any more scrapping, and my photography has been limited to documenting the progress of activity around the house.  I can’t even muster up enough thought for a good “Story Time” post!

There’s all the same drama going on in the world that has me concerned and disgusted for the road our government is travelling, but rather than whine about it, I figured getting some of these self-sustaining projects up and running is the best recourse for me and my family at this time.  The people who understand what is really happening in the world already agree with my thoughts and feelings on various subjects from gun control to GMO-laced products, and the people that don’t get it aren’t likely reading my words anyway.  Those types aren’t going to wake up in time to become useful so I no longer feel the need to try and help them along.

On a more personal note, Lyle’s mom recently underwent open heart surgery. She spent a week in the hospital and another week in a care facility that offers therapy or “rehab.”  She’s been home now for almost a week and seems to be doing well.  All the folks who sent a prayer her way, we thank you!

Everything else has been “status quo” as far as I know.  I’m the negligent child in that I haven’t talked to my mom in a while (guess I’ll call her today! I think it’s her nap time, though so I’d better wait a little longer).  Usually, if something’s up, she or my brother will call me. My older son is taking after me and not calling his mother very often.  Guess that falls under the “no news is good news” banner.  My younger son calls more often and seems to be doing well.  He’s planning a garden up there in Wisconsin when the weather is more cooperative.  I plan to visit with him for a few days this summer, maybe around his birthday.

Work is work, for both Lyle and me.  Lyle’s not as thrilled with his job anymore – I think he misses the airplanes more than he thought he would.  Still, he doesn’t give up.  He works hard and doesn’t complain – much.  🙂

So, there you have it.  A moment in the life of me.   And, no, you can’t get these 2 minutes of your life back.

Have a great day!

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