He came in from work, tired, frustrated, and, in a huff, he tossed it down.  In his haste to gain nourishment from supper, he trod over it, leaving marks upon it.  Upon his retiring for the evening, it lay there, alone, forgotten.  The cold air of morning brought it back to mind.  It was needed once again.  The day wore on, and once again, it took the back seat.  When he needed comfort, he drew it to him for warmth.  But once the TV came on, it was again cast aside, not needed, nor wanted.

 

Was this an old jacket or coat belonging to this man?  Or a warm, thick shirt? 

 

No.  Can you guess what is so often cast aside until needed once again?

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A FRIEND.

 

(hug someone close to you today)

(a short-short by Regina)

GARFIELD'S STANCE ON THE OIL CRISIS

Garfield On The Oil Crisis

 

A lot of folks can't understand how we came

to have an oil shortage here in our country.

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Well, there's a very simple answer.

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Nobody bothered to check the oil.

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We just didn't know we were getting low.

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The reason for that is purely geographical.

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Our OIL is located in

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ALASKA

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California

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Coastal Florida

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Coastal Louisiana

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Kansas

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Oklahoma

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Pennsylvania

and

Texas

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Our

DIPSTICKS

are located in

Washington , DC!!!

 

Any Questions???

NO? Didn't think So.

 

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

a volunteer at work sent me this link..........i had to share.  i realize a lot of my readers are from other countries, but it still makes a tear come to your eye to see such patriotism.

the singers in the following video are children and teens......and they are all from a public school.  the pictures that the producer has added to the video are truly inspirational as well.  so turn up your speakers and be prepared to stand and pay homage to both your country, and your Lord.

enjoy...........

www.greatdanepromilitary.com/Battle%20Hymn/HTMLex.htm

 

WHY ARE PEOPLE SO CRUEL?

i know you are all probably tired of my complaining about work.  but it never ceases to amaze me how people can proclaim to be Christian and say and do the things they do.  i am a sinner like everyone else.  but i would never say something to anyone, a friend or enemy,  that was of a personal nature and would hurt them. 

today was one of those days at work.  of course, saturdays are tough for us anyway, but today the employees made it even tougher.

one of my favorite community service worker women was there today.  she is good at her work and takes her "job" seriously.  she came in and immediately started fussing about how all the clothes were in the wrong place.  i told her we had had 2 new girls working yesterday and they didn't really know what they were doing. 

i went to the back looking for one of my co-workers when i noticed that this aforementioned woman was almost in tears and was muttering to herself.  i asked her if she was talking to me and she turned to me and started to tell me what had just happened and burst into tears.  i hugged her and told her to come back to the break room and sit down with me and tell me what happened. 

i am going to call this community service woman "R".  "R" has a tic........sorta like people with turrets syndrome have.  she jerks her head back and does her mouth funny like she is going to suck a lemon or something sour.  i never asked her why she does this, mainly because it isn't any of my business.  lots of people have tics, but it is their personality that i look for.  i found out today that "R" also has seizures, so that explains the tics.  today, the co-worker who said i fell out of my chair because i was so big, demanded from "R" why she did that silly thing with face and jerked around so much.  of course, it hurt "R's" feelings and she just said it was something she couldn't help.   but she went back over to her clothes rack and started hanging clothes again, quietly crying inside.  i don't  know the extent of what was said, but i am assuming it was also the manner in which it was said.  this co-worker, who claims to be a devout Christian, has a way of asking things in such a manner that it makes you feel belittled. 

after i got "R" to sit down and cry and get herself calmed back down and let her talk it out, she felt much better.

later this afternoon 2 of our volunteers who are married, brought hot dogs and hot dog chili sauce, homemade, for everyone to eat.  the young girl who relieves me when i go on break came up and asked me if i wanted to go and eat with the group and she would relieve me.  i told her it was really a little early for me to go to lunch, so for her to go and eat and just not clock out and take a 20 minute break and when she finished eating she could come back up and relieve me, and not take her lunch hour right then.  she agreed.  well 30 minutes later she hadn't returned.  i asked the aforementioned co-worker, who i will call Mag, where the girl was and she proclaimed she was taking her lunch.  i told her that she wasn't supposed to take a lunch, just go and eat and come back to relieve me.  Mag didn't like that comment and said not to question her, that the girl had gone on her lunch break.  about that time i was placing a thin glass floating candle bowl over-filled with pebbles, sand, crystals and marbles, into a customer's bag when the bowl snapped and broke off in my hand, piercing the palm of my right hand with a shard of glass.  when it started to hurt, the pain was horrible.  then the blood started and it wouldn't stop.  i looked up at Mag and told her i had to go to the back, i had cut myself on a broken bowl.  SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE ME!!!!  she must have thought i was using it as an excuse to get to take my lunch break.  she came over and said SHOW IT TO HER!!  of course, i had wiped it clean of blood and when she glanced at it, there was no blood surfacing yet, and it didn't look that bad, but it WAS deep.  i went to the back and told the young girl i had to get myself cleaned up and needed her up front to cover for me.

"R" helped clean up the broken glass and then came to the back to see how i was.  i got one of the volunteers to help me tape a bandage on my hand to keep it from bleeding and from getting dirty.  then "R" and i ate lunch together.

later in the day my hand started throbbing and i noticed the bandage was slipping off.  i told "R" to watch the front while i went to get someone to come to the register while i rebandaged my hand.  it was then that Mag made a comment to me that really set me off.  she laughed and said something like "if you had REALLY been hurt bad, we would have had to rush you to the hospital.  that is one big bandage for such a small nick."  i told her i didn't appreciate her belittling my injury and that i knew how deep it was and how serious it was and it wasn't up to her to declare if i were in pain or injured or not.  she showed me a little nick on her hand and said what i showed her was no more than what happened to her hand and all i needed to do was put a Band-Aid on it.  grrrrrrrrrrr.  i told her a Band-Aid wouldn't stick without putting surgical  tape over it.  so i rebandaged my hand and it felt much better.

i just don't understand why people feel they have to do things like that.  i have to admit, i am definitely a wuss when it comes to pain,  but it is MY pain, MY injury and i have the right to react how i want to.  i mean i could have told them i was leaving and going to the clinic that we go to for emergencies and made the store pay for stitches, but i didn't do that. 

anywho, when i got home i removed the bandage, redoctored the wound and discovered there was still a small sliver of glass in the wound.  that was why it hurt so badly and wouldn't stop bleeding.  it is much better now, and i have it taped over so that it will heal.

i am not sure how well the video i put in my last entry will show up, so i am going to try to include a picture of gray showing how emaciated she has gotten.  i have been putting out food but don't know if gray has been eating it or some of the other wild bunch.

yesterday during work i was able to get 2 of the community service guys to take my loveseat and dining table to my house and up my steps and into my apartment.  they aren't where i want them placed, but at least they are IN MY APARTMENT.  now they cannot complain at work about MY stuff clogging up the entry way. 

i am going to try to add the pic or pics of gray now.  keep your fingers crossed, lol.

i had to enclude this link.  if you are a georgia redneck, you will truly enjoy this.  if you are NOT a georgia redneck, you will not understand it, but you will still enjoy it, lol.

http://www.gwinnettdailypost.com/main.asp?SectionID=6&SubSectionID=84&ArticleID=16944

and while we are speaking of rednecks................

i don't think this entry even needs a kittycaption, lol.

 

THIS IS THE KITTY VIDEO I PROMISED

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HOPEFULLY A VIDEO

Most of you that have been with me for a while know that I have wild outdoor kitties that I try to feed and water.  It was much easier when I had the 2 cases of hot dogs in my freezer.  But now that things are harder to come by to feed them, there are numerous others, mostly babies of the “babies” that I helped raise over the last couple of years.

 

One of those kitties that has been most faithful is Gray.  She is the one who looks like a Siamese, only her tips are gray instead of brown.  She used to be really silky and beautiful.  She has been coming around more often lately, and is so emaciated.  I have shot a short video that I am going to try to add to this entry.  I forgot that my voice would show up on the computer version, so please forgive my stupid voice if the video goes through.  Gray is still an elegant lady, but just so very thin.  I told one of the ladies I work with about her, and even showed her the video on my camera, and she said she would buy her a bag of cat food.  How sweet is that?  She doesn’t even have a cat.  Not sure she even likes them other than they are God’s creatures.

 

I haven’t had any more of the panic attacks,so hopefully I will get my meds soon and I won’t have to worry about that anymore.  I was off on Saturday and Sunday, worked Monday, off Tuesday, and worked today (Wednesday) and there were no episodes with the customers or even the co-workers.  Oh, well, there was one thing.  I went out to sit with the community service workers while I was on my break, and the chair I was sitting in was already broken, but I didn’t know it.  It was an office chair, and when I leaned back, it fell to the right and almost threw me out of it.  I had one of the guys grab my hand to steady me so that I could get up.  A little while later, the very same lady who offered to buy the cat food was sitting out there in the same chair, and I told her to be careful, it would throw her out.  She made a comment that really hurt my feelings and I felt it was rude and uncalled for.  She said the reason I fell out of the chair was because I was so big.  I am an ample woman, but one of the community service workers, Neshia, who weighs 90 lbs. soaking wet, ALSO fell out of the chair.  So……………….

 

The same lady made a comment once about my relationship with Michael.  I was showing her his picture and she said “Why on earth is HE with YOU?!”  I guess skinny people don’t realize how badly they hurt those of us that are more on the hefty side.  I must admit, she is the perfect size.  But even if she weren’t, I would never say anything nasty like that to her or about her.  I just don’t understand people.  Especially when they profess to be Christians.

 

The young cashier that is actually the “head” cashier had a taste of what I go through today and she didn’t like it.  She and I get along really well, mostly because we have a more honest relationship.  If we have something to say to each other, we do so, getting it out in the open and over with.  In fact she often says she hates working when I am not there.  Anywho……….today, the afore mentioned co-worker who offered to buy the cat food had told her she would buy her lunch today since the younger girl had given her some money for lunch earlier in the week.  I was at lunch myself and returned to find EVERYONE except the young cashier out under the tree eating their lunch.  I knew she couldn’t go to lunch until I returned, so when I went back up there to relieve her, she was mad as a hatter.  She was fussing and cussing under her breath.  I asked what was wrong and she was so mad, she couldn’t even get the words out.  Evidently the “nice” lady was going to buy lunch for herself and 2 others.  So there should have been 3 subway sandwiches, 3 bags of chips, and 3 drinks.  There were 3 employees sitting out under the tree at the picnic table and all 3 were eating and drinking subway items.  So the young girl thought that the “nice” lady had given her lunch to one of the other co-workers.  I told her not to go out there cussing and accusing, just go tell her that I was back from lunch and she was ready for her sandwich, chips and drink.  She went out there and was told that the only thing that the other lady took that was hers was her drink.  The young girl was still angry because she didn’t have anything to drink.  She found some drinks in the Director’s mini fridge, so she was ok.  But she was still angry the rest of the afternoon about the way they treated her.  I told her that was the way they did me all the time, but I was sorry it happened to her as well.

 

I am going to try to add my video and save this entry while I have Internet access.  I am off tomorrow, so am glad I have access tonight so I can catch up on reading emails, answering them, reading journals and commenting in them.

 

I may be back to add another entry later if I can.  If there is nothing after this sentence, the video wouldn’t take. 

HUGS

{{ INDIGO---PAULA---LISA---NELISHIA---SYBIL---JEANNETTE }}

Thanks girls for sticking with me, and giving good advice and hugs.  You don't know how much it means to me.  I sit here so often staring at this screen, wondering who is typing to me and to whom I am typing.  I feel I have seen your hearts on “this here contraption”.  And those hearts are made of gold.  Thank you again.

I was off today........as per my schedule.  It was a much better day.  I only had one minor panicky feeling shortly after I got up.  I decided to go grocery shopping, and though I didn't find the deals I had hoped for, I did enjoy the trip and did get a fairly good deal on some skinless, boneless chicken breasts.  Speaking of deals, whether I have mentioned it before or not, I had to tell you about my filet mignon.  I am not a fancy eater.  But I love good grade steak.  I cannot afford it unless it is on sale.  Well, I found a 2-pack filet mignon, original price near $16.  They had been marked down to $8.50 so I felt I had to have them.  I haven't had filet mignon since I was in my 20's, and that was 30 years ago.  I didn't wrap them in bacon, but cooked them slowly in Worcestershire sauce, salt and pepper.  Then I browned them on both sides as I reduced the liquid in the pan.  OMG!  I could use a butter knife to cut through them.  As thick as they were, I figured I would have a problem with them being tough.  Now I am hooked on filet mignon.  I hope I find them again at a good price.

You know I have to complain.........MY TOOTH HURTS!!!!  Ok, enough complaining.

I am going back to work tomorrow, and then will work on Friday as well, but I think I am ready to return now without any problems.  My commenters think maybe my panic attacks are due to the goings-on at work.  That might be true.  But if I had had my Zoloft, I don't think that the events I have been going through would have bothered me.  I still don't have my Zoloft, but like I said, I don't feel those feelings when I get up like I did those 2 days.  So hopefully, I am on the mend, and when I get my Zoloft, I will never run out again, lol.

My cat has enjoyed having me around these last 2 days.  She loves sleeping with me, and since that is almost all I have done, she has had plenty of catnap time.  I have to admit, if she weren't with me, I wouldn't be able to face most of my days.  There is something to be said about being able to soothe one's soul by loving on and petting an animal.  She is my little fluff-angel.  (For some reason she's never liked Michael)

Well, it is TV time for me.  I have to make sure the programs from 8 pm till 11 pm get watched, lol.  I hope to be back later on to catch up on today's journal entries.