Monday, September 29, 2008
The other night my mom and I were driving around town. We came up to a stop sign and saw a group of young people gathered looking at something. As I pulled forward, I could see a body laying in the street. The crowd started to disperse. I yelled out my window to a young girl, "has anyone called 911?" She shrugged her shoulders carelessly and lazily said, "yah". Her whole demeanor told me something bad had happened. Aside from having to "wait" on a young man to SLOWLY move his butt out of the street, we rushed to the PD, which was only 2 blocks away. An officer was running out the door as I went inside. I yelled to him, "I hope you are headed to J------ Street". He quickly nodded. A young man from the scene was arriving on foot. I yelled to another officer, "I think you need to talk to that guy, he was running from the scene". The young man yelled back to me that he was NOT running from the scene he was headed to the PD. Yeah, okay, I may give him that.
I was furious all night thinking about all of the people I observed. I seriously thought about writing a letter to the newspaper telling the citizens of my small community how disappointed I am in the young, careless people who live or "hang out" here and failed to help someone in need. I changed my mind. I changed my mind because I believed I had no idea what really happened. Even though I could just feel it in my bones, I had no idea what happened.
Today at work, I heard a little of what happened. The young man was arrested for Assault 2nd. However, the PD changed their paperwork to Involuntary Manslaughter because the old man died. The old man died. All of those 	*@ young people didn't do a darn thing. Too many of them were walking away as I pulled past the stop sign. Obviously the man had been there a minute because his grown blonde lab was pacing around his body. Why do we tolerate things like we do? That young girl who shrugged at me and the gangly jerk who wouldn't get out of my way on the street. What's wrong with them? Why do we owe them? Why do these people get away without taking any responsibility for anything? I couldn't get over the number of people
I find it appalling that we tolerate seeing grown men "sagging" with their pants hanging below their buttocks. I find it appalling that they cannot walk correctly because their pants are sagging. I find it appalling that children talk back to their parents or anyone in charge for that matter. I find it appalling it is easier to walk away from anything difficult than it is to face the truth. I find it appalling for people who have morals and a conscience do not get heard.
Like I said before I do not know the whole story to this incident. I gather there had been a fight. A fight between a 59 year old man and a 28 year old man. People have the right to disagree about anything. People do not have the right to lay a hand on anyone for any reason (unless you force your way into my home while I'm there, game's on). Why do we tolerate stuff? Does anyone know? I know what some will say, "it's all how they were raised, it's their environment", well blah blah blah. Those excuses don't last long with me anymore. Everyone has to go to school. Oh I forgot. Some parents have raised such a stink, some teachers can't teach anything but books anymore. Unfortunately for those kids, that's the only place they had an opportunity to learn ANYTHING. I made the decision years ago not to have kids because I believed I would not be a good parent. I'll be darn. I don't think I could've done any worse than some. (Trust me, it's refreshing to see parents blogging about their children and the things they've done. I really do appreciate that. So please know I'm not talking about you, I hope not anyway.)
Enough for a bad post. I hope this is the last one. I do not (did not) have high blood pressure, but the more I thought about this incident for the past few days, the more I felt like I was in a futuristic trance. I never thought I'd see this behavior in my small community. Guess what? Times are changin'.
Friday, September 26, 2008
- Decorating. My house glows with fall decorations and lights. I don't do this in the spring. Just doesn't feel right.
- Thanksgiving, it's my favorite holiday.
- Candles, lots and lots of spicy candles.
- The crunching of leaves.
- Cooking/baking, fall just puts me in the mood. I think you know what I mean.
- Sweatshirts. Other than jammies, nothing better to keep the chill off than a cozy sweatshirt.
- Pumpkins. I love pumpkins and fall berries.
- Cool breezes of early autumn.
- I don't let myself feel guilty for staying in for the evening.
- caramel apples, not that I've had one for years, but I love the idea.
- Craft shows and festivals begin.
- Airing out my house. The breath of fresh fall air.
- The little kiddies dressed up for Halloween.
- Good long books I wish would never end.
- The scent of a warm house.
- The World Series
- Getting into a warm vehicle after being out in the cool air.
- Autumn rain, it's so much more peaceful than any other rain.
- Stocking up on grocery sales for future bad weather.
- My own personal heater named "hubby".
Now I'm going to add one more. My friend Gayla asked me once if I had ever snuck outside to look in my windows on a fall or winter evening. At first I thought she drank too much Earl Grey Tea. "No", I replied. I knew exactly how my home looked inside and out. Why would I waste my time? She told me it was one of her favorite things to do. She did it when no one inside knew what she was doing. She felt like there was nothing more heartwarming than looking into your own cozy home watching what was going on inside. I must admit. There is something to this. I remember "sneaking" outside to watch inside for the first time. The "future" hubby was "boxing" with my Boxer Frankie Beans. He was laughing. Frankie was in his element putting up a good bout. This went on for a minute or two. The "future" hubby got tired and sat down. Frankie didn't give up. He continued his end of the match until he realized "future" hubby was down for the count. Frankie padded into another room then returned with a ball. "Future" hubby threw it and continued to watch TV. Don't ask me why I remember this first "peek" into my home with the "future" hubby, but I do. It's just, well it's just, just heartwarming...
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Happy Fall Everyone!!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
the hubby using a Real Reel Mower...the neighbors wanted to know if he needed to borrow their gas mower...
a beautiful door decoration guarded by an ever faithful angel...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Due to the little Turkey-Butt you see above, I have yet to decorate my fall tree. Everything is a toy for him. Doesn't he even look a little evil? I've forgotten what it's like to have a little kittencat around. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with my Christmas tree. Maybe hang it from my ceiling?