Here I come to .............

I had quite the little adventure the other day. Tanner has been goi ng to work with me this week because of Christmas vacation. Wednesday, Tanner and I left work a few min early so we could make a bank deposit.

I needed gas, so I decided to do that I'd do that before the deposit so I wouldn't have to back track. Good thing I did.

I pull up, get my card out leave the car running for heat for tanner (don't nag, I know the warnings). As I get out, I hear this yelling - I ignore it at first thought but it gets louder. I turn my head to see this woman hitting someone. At first, I think she's hitting her kid thinking "wow, what a horrible mother" (I do believe in spankings so my initial thought was not yer business), then I saw the other person go to the ground. I couldn't see at this point if it was man, woman or child as they had their hood up. The victim was clear down on the ground with hands over head and the aggressor was still yelling and now starting to kick.

Regardless of who it was, I knew it was out of line. Now, I start to move toward them and in my head I'm thinking, "why isn't anyone helping or doing anything?" "Am I going to get my ass kicked??" "This woman is a nutcase"

Then, she completely crossed the line with me. She had on knee high cream colored stilletto heeled boots. And she started kicking with her HEEL! Now, if you've seen any self defense ANYTHING for women, you know that this is one of the things they tell women to do to seriously damage an assailant (especially on the bridge of his foot).

I knew that she at that point could seriously injure, if not possibly kill her. So I yelled HEY really loud and walked up to her. That went well and I didn't get my butt kicked, but she kept kicking her. I walked right up to her and starting pushing her away. That gave the victim a min to get up off of the ground. It was a well dressed woman, about mid 20's (both around the same age).

Then I heard the ASSailant say "Bitch you better leave my car alone!" and I screamed at her, I don't remember what. She turned around and walked off to a cream/bronze trailblazer and got in on the passenger side. (so the driver had sat there and watched the whole thing, probably some slimey MAN). I say to the victim, "do you know THIS BITCH" (screaming loudly now at the woman as she leaves). She says yes.

So the girl gets up and I ask her if she's ok, then 2 guys from other cars appear (like they were much help before). One guy tells me "I didn't want to get involved, I thought it was a boyfriend/girlfriend thing". Umm.. ok.

She thinks she's ok, but she's rattled understandably. She then tells me that they are COWORKERS!! And that they both work at Wells Fargo!!! And that the cow that hit her was on her way to work! What the hell kind of person does that.

Now here's where I'm going to step in and say something that won't be popular. Both of these women were african american. The one that was getting beat seemed very polite and well spoken (for the 10 min we spent together), the other woman - well obvious stuff. Here's my personal statement. Don't complain about being stereotyped and "held to lower standards", when you ACT LIKE LOWER STANDARDS!! How she got a job at a bank with the attitude she obviously had, I'll never understand. The victim told me they'd been having problems at work, but she'd tried to smooth it over so they could keep their jobs. I hope the one chick got fired after the cops showed up at the bank.

Anyway, so I look down and this girls car has a HUGE dent in it. I asked her if the other woman did that, and she said yes she did. I asked her if she had a phone, to call 911, but she shows me her phone which is in pieces and her hands are shaking like crazy. So I go back to my car and realize Tanner saw the whole thing, and I was thankful he stayed in the car! Got my phone, called 911 and I was shook up at that point and couldn't remember the cross streets, but QT had already called it in.

The cops showed up, and I gave them my info and left. She was ok when I left.

I hope it all worked out.

It did answer a question for me tho, what would I do if in a "situation" Now I know.

we melted

If you didn't figure it out, we got electricity (and hot water .. yes there is a santa!) back on. Over all, I think we did really well, not much bickering going on. Tanner chose to stay here the whole time and I didn't really miss tv much. I caught myself thinking to turn it on, out of habit more than anything else. On the 3rd day, I ran a cord to the sb room so that I could organize.


Isn't it amazing how destruction can be beautiful at the same time? This was the tree in our front yard. We only have like 5 trees on 2 acres, so I'm really glad our biggest one made it. Most of them did.

Here's a view across one of our acres, the field and down to the neighbor's house. Kinda pretty - for being covered in ice.

This picture is for Emma. More ice then snow on top *big sarcastic yay!* For everyone else - if you're wondering who the hell Emma is, she's Gene's daughter in law (one of 2) and the poor dear is a canadian. ;) Don't fault her for that. She commented on these horrible ice storms up there and I realized, that arguing with a canadian over snow/ice, is like bringing a knife to a gun fight.

Not your wisest move.

Regardless, I'm gonna pull the "close second" card behind Emma. It still sucked. We were less prepared than the Canadians for bad weather, therefore it's worse. HA! I have her on that one ;)

OK, getting tired. I have more christmas and sb "fetish" updates I need to share later, plus some new years resolutions that I'm gonna toss out there and commit to. But for right now, I'm tired, gotta get up for work at 5:45. Dingbutt gets to sleep in, and do a job AT THE HOUSE at 8 a.m. then drag into the shop whenever he happens to show up. That kinda sucks (for me). But that is how I take care of him! I worked out that cherry deal today.

It's Caturday!

Totally stole Caturday from Two Peas . But I have to show you some great cat photos. yes.... It's come to this.



Jingles with the new tree that Gene just randomly bought me... and gave me when he was mad at me LOL. It's ok, I was mad back. It's cute tho, I love it, it's made of feathers and the funny thing is, I looked at it early that day and thought to myself I'd like to have one. He must have read my wee noggin cuz he went clear back across the store to go back to get it.

Jingly-puff helping me organize my scrapbook room. For some reason, he has the SHAPE of a pizza down, but he's extra thick and doesn't fit.

Jingles in the sb room again, looking out at the new fallen snow - day before xmas.

Mack - thinking he's still a kitten and batting around a scrap punch in my sb room. He IS A KITTEN.

Note to self... more mack pictures.

Or less cat pictures.

Blasphemy!!

OK, christmas doesn't suck.

OK I'm back. I had to take a break :) (obviously).

Holiday hectic-nick-ness (pun intended) got the best of me. No I do not hate Christmas.

A few notes:
1. Emma. It's hard to get in the spirit of xmas and snuggle with your man, when "your man" is covered in green fur. I won't say his name, but his initals are "The Grinch" :) He actually ended up doing quite well, as we got closer to christmas, the more "jolly" he got. He actually was caught on several occasions whistling christmas carols.
(his heart grew 3 sizes)

2. Amber. I'm sorry for freaking you out. You are off the hook for the xmas card lateness - lol. To rectify that egregious error, I put your pic on my fridge. And every one should know, I forgot to take amber her card cuz I left it at home. I didn't get it mailed cuz she moved. :)

3. I can't think of a 3. That's all I got.

Going to do my catch up 5-8 posts. LOL. It's easier for my noggin to think like that. You know it's time to update when you're writing blog posts in your HEAD!

I give up.

So blogging isn't just all "hey life is great" right?

Bear with me while I rant.

I'm sick of Christmas. Where is that spirit I used to have as a kid. I love(d) to wrap gifts and my mom didn't, so she would have me do them all (sometimes even mine after she hid them inside of a box). I always looked forward to the Christmas shopping, buying gifts for my sisters and brothers and even my closest friends as I got older. We'd make candies and cookies and snuggle in during christmas vacation. We'd empty the downstairs closet to get to the christmas decorations and decorate every square inch of the living room and dining room not to mention miles of lights. Sounds great right?

So where did that go? I now could give a crap less about christmas anymore. I'm disappointed in myself because I've let other ppl bring down the holidays but I think I'm more disappointed in other ppl for being such a drag the past 20 years that they've ruined it for me.

Tired of getting hard ppl to buy for, and when you ask them what they want, you get the "I don't know" or "I don't want anything." That pisses me off a bunch. I want .... have to buy you something so at least give me a damn clue ok? When I do finally find something I personally think you'd like, or what was suggested, if you don't like it, just friggin say thank you. "what the hell is this" is not an appropriate response.

I'm sick of going out to shop and having ppl oblivious to anyone but themselves. Get your gd cart out of the middle of the aisle, did you not realize that there's 14 ppl trying to get through?

Don't ask me what I want, and then when I come up with a list, just spend 1/2 hour running around the store getting exactly everything on the list with no deviation, no creativity on your own. Don't boss ppl into buying what you want them to buy.

Highly annoyed at spending tons of time and money looking for the perfect gift (and doing a damn good job) and not even getting a thank you, let alone a gift in return. How about a christmas card?

Speaking of Christmas cards, I've received one. I don't think I'll send them anymore. I send out over a dozen handmade ones, and barely get half that in return. Remember when snail mail was fun? After a year of putting up with ppl, I think I earned a stamp.

And lastly, don't take away the one thing I've always enjoyed the most. Let me watch everyone open up their gifts. I would rather have nothing at all and get to spend that time watching those around me appreciate what they got (I'd like to think that I can actually still suprise someone... but I'm beginning to doubt it). Do not nag me into opening gifts while everyone else is still opening theirs. Sorry, I've been this way since birth - I'd like to pretend like it's the spirit of christmas (giving not receiving).

So next year, act surprised when you open your impersonal gift cards. I doubt I'll go to the store the entire month of december. This includes my own children. when I was little, one easter my mom gave each of us kids a $5 bill. I thought it was so much fun and different than getting a basket full of stuff. Looking back, I'm sure it was because my mom thought it would just be easier that year. I didn't figure that out for about 30 years. So hope everyone has "fun" with their walmart gift cards.

Merry freaking Christmas. Let's go celebrate the birth of baby jesus and open our ipods and graphic t-shirts.

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PS. We got electricity back last night. It's nice to have lights again.