Dipping my feet back in...

I'm contemplating starting again blogging. But I still have to take one more final. So I'll leave you with this classic tale of my summer vacation in July of 2005. Enjoy.


As John was going not only to see his Mom but also his step dad Rick who raised him, he packed his 45 caliber hand-cannon, which normally lives on the top shelf in the garage. (Attention Burglars: It's gone now.) It seems that what passes for entertainment in Dayton (AKA the Wiley City of Nevada) involves jackrabbits and high-caliber handguns. Who Knew?Actually, after expressing my distaste at taking pleasure in killing bunnies, they drove us out into the desert and set up some pop cans to shoot at. I missed em all. I thought I would enjoy the 45, but thought it too heavy and unwieldy, so Kevin (AKA boomhauer) gave me his Glock to shoot. Again I missed.

The best part was the terror in their eyes when I forgot I was holding and actual real live firearm without a safety latch and swung around to ask John a question halfway through my clip. Hardy har. They almost peed their pants.The gun trip was cut a bit short however when Rick stepped behind a rock to pee and came upon a baby rattlesnake. Being older and wiser, he did the practical thing , and picked it up to show the kids. Then the frightened children were loaded into the truck bed for safety.

Seeing as we had three guns and multiple knives between us, Rick again did the most practical thing and ripped the snake's head off. With his bare hands.

Of course, having been raised by Rick, my sweet darling man threw the decapitated snake into the back of our truck so he could skin it and mount it for Eli. Whilst the women-folk prepared the evening repast back at the ranch, the boys then proceeded to dissect the snake and found a whole, partially digested lizard inside. (I thought he looked a little preggo, but fortunately I was too polite to say anything.) So now, in my home, resides an eight inch rattlesnake skin mounted to a board with construction staples.

And that was how I spent my summer vacation, 2005.


THE END

We're headed back down there again, in two days. Yeehaw!

Rude and thoughtless

So today was my last real day at work. I do need to go back tomorrow to oppen the door for someone, but I'm done. YAY!

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Earlier today, I got to revisit a painful moment.

I was sitting in the car at an intersection today and I glanced to the car next to me, seeing a woman I had met before, maybe four or five years ago. And I remembered meeting her at my work, and she had with her what appeared to be the cutest, most precocious and articulate 2 year old I had ever seen. She was two feet tall and maybe 20 pounds, wore glasses and had impossibly long dark hair. So , in the course of conversation, I asked how old she was. She was FIVE.

The lady explained that she had been rescued from drug addicted parents when she was two and weighed twelve pounds. I was polite, and didn't ask questions, but complimented her on how smart she was, and was in general very nice. And then I saw them later in the day at Sears. Because the lady and I didn't chat long before, and because I am not nearly so remarkable as this beautiful child, I think she didn't recognize me (I hope she didn't). While approaching them I said "SHe's just so sweet, i just want to grab her and take her home." WHich was a really thoughtless, stupid thing to say. She grabbed her little girl and said "get away from us!" and ran away.

I was so mortified, I just left the store myself. I had totally blocked that whole experience out until I saw her today. And felt mortified all over again.