Protesters of President Trump

Is anyone really surprised by these ‘protesters’? People today are allowed to be children. You don’t have to work for what you have, you don’t have to take responsibility for your actions, you get a trophy for just being – if you’re allowed to live your life as a child, why wouldn’t you throw a temper tantrum like one when you don’t get your way?

I think it’s about time people shut up, hunker down, and do their part to contribute to society. It’s not about who voted for who at this point. That’s done and over with. How about we all stand on the same side, after all – that’s what everyone wants, right? Equality? This is the UNITED States of America. If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem. We all know this, do we not? Well then, I think it’s well over due that we stop making excuses and grow up. 

Just my food for thought.

Reason Number 385..

..why I need a sectional. It should be impossible for two dogs, a human, and a cat to fit on a recliner. Don't tempt these guys with a challenge, they'll show you what's up! Minky got pissed I was disrupting her slumber with a photo session so she decided my shoulder was the next best place to lay. Its whatev. Just not sure how to get out of this to pee. Hmm.

I Used To Like Criminal Minds

So here I am, minding my own business, when I see a car very slowly creep by my house. Now, being the creeper that I am, I crept up on my front window and spotted a cop car. Parked right out front of my house. The hell?

Naturally I am curious as all hell, so I go around to the other window - low and behold, two more cop cars. Parked. What could this be..

Now back to the first window, just a little more stealthy this time. Slowly raising myself up so just my eyeballs are peering out, I see the officer is out of his car, shining a flashlight into the yards, and he also has a dog with him. I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON.

I run upstairs to my bathroom window and open it just ever so slightly. This is getting all too real. My curiosity is slowly turning into fear as my mind races with different scenarios. I look down to my phone to see if I still have a police scanner app, and as I look up I see he is gone. Did I just imagine this???

I run back into my bedroom and the cop has relocated himself by the others, and him and three others were talking. Reaching up without showing any more than my forehead and eyeballs in the window, I opened it just a little. I. CANT. HEAR. SHIT! What is happening?!

After a little while I realize that their interest is in the house that I joke on a daily basis is a meth house. Hell, I just call em like I see em! Before you know it, three of the cops are positioning themselves around the meth house, and the other knocks on the door. I hold my breath.

There are no lights on. Every leaf that blows around makes me jump in my anticipation of the Criminal Minds shit that is about to go down right in front of my very eyes.

I wait.

And I wait.

And now I'm feeling faint because I realize I forgot to start breathing again. There is nothing happening. It doesn't take this long on the tv. Is this going to go down for real? Or no?

After a while they start walking back to their cars, so I race myself back into my bedroom and sit in front of the window, ear pressed against the screen, determined to figure out what is going on. They sit and talk for a bit more, and then get into their cars, and pull away.

Seriously?

Like.....SERIOUSLY!?

As I'm watching them pull away, I finally remember to turn the scanner on. I catch a bit of 'no one came to the door' and then nothing. Nothing.

I start walking down the hallway in defeat, and as I pass my bathroom I see a light on in the house. I run to the window, perch myself back up determined to crack this case, and wait. Should I call the cops? Should I? Should I tell them 'oh you know, I was just watching your every move conspicuously from between the blinds in my windows..", but instead I wait.

And wait.

Aaannnddddd wait.

The light goes out, and I sit in disbelief. Should I be nervous? Should I not be nervous? Honestly I'm more upset that I have literally no frickin clue as to what just happened. Then. THEN. An undercover cop moseys on by.

YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.

I walk back downstairs in a huff, texting Kevin what just happened. There's nothing on the scanner but a car being broken into by it's owner, a jeep drag racing thru a round about, and some kids on a roof throwing water on people. So now, I hide. Retreat back to my room I shall, half pissed that I will probably never know what happened, a quarter aggravated that the cops just missed them, and a quarter nervous that maybe something serious was about to go down. After all, they don't bust out multiple officers and a dog for nothing.

And now, the meatloaf I was warming up before these shenanigans went down, is cold.

They do not walk away with nothing in Criminal Minds. And they sure as hell don't eat cold meatloaf. I really used to like that show.

Clubs Going Up, On A Thursday

Considering I've been in a pissy pot mood all week, and today started off with every single intersection I go thru having a red light just as I pull up to it - I'm in a pretty good mood.

Last night I found these:

I, my friends, am the original Vlogger. Ok, maybe not really, considering a crazy guy in the 80's started video taping himself doing random things. But YouTube was launched in 2005, and these videos started in 2004 - so, technically, I am the shiz-nit.

I am absolutely dying to see what is on these. However, the VHS adapter we have is broken, and a new one costs $40 - the absolute cheapest I have found. So that's just super exciting. On the flip side, I can use the original camcorder to watch them. Super old school, but if that what it takes, it is what it is. Now the only challenge is getting a hold of it. It is currently in my parents possession, and to be quite honest my chances of finding a leprechaun under my bed are much better. Maybe I'm not giving my mom enough credit. We shall see.

I started filming today. I have two pretty solid ideas for videos, now it's just getting the footage I need. My equipment consists of my Windows Vista HP laptop I bought when I was 18, my Samsung Galaxy S5 phone which has been dropped more times than hot in a Snoop Dogg song, and a little hand held camcorder. Nothing wrong with any of that, if you are living in 1990. But justifying spending money on equipment that I will use a few times before this hobby of mine fizzles and dies, just isn't happening. Let's just face it, I follow thru with pretty much nothing in my life. I start, but then something else grabs my interest and OH!!.....SQUIRREL!!

Speaking of squirrels, I got some pretty awesome footage of a squirrel attempting to dig to China today. It was shot thru a window with a screen tho, so it's certainly not HD like all the cool kids today are saying. I'm tempted to remove the screens from every window in this house, just in case something cool happens outside. But the last time I did this I was scolded by my mother because 'those are expensive!' So maybe I won't.

Ermahgerd. Thur erwhur.

I walk into work this morning, and this is what I find. Ermahgerds. ER WHUR. I am dieing laughing right now - and I don't know what's funnier. The actual little Ermahgerds in every little nook and cranny of this office, or the thought of Kristen cutting out each and every single one I find. If I don't pee myself I will count today as a win. 

Tidbits

"I'm a firm believer that you are only dealt the hand you can handle, but my poker face is becoming less convincing. We lay to rest our loved ones, and wish they rest in piece. But what happens when all is said and done, and we're IN pieces? Where do you even begin to start picking pieces up, and how in the world are they supposed to fit back together when so many are missing?

 

That void scares me the most." Overwhelmed with loss.

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"The expression on his face was so honest, and caring, and strong, and gentle. I had never seen more truth in someone's eyes before this wave of clarity. It was then that I felt my heavy heart reach out and hold so tightly to another soul, and I just knew that it would never let go. 

It was in that moment, where there wasn't a sound, nor so much as a single breath, that I realized, I was completely in love with this man." Describing the moment I fell in love with my husband.

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"Shouldn't that matter? Shouldn't breath we breathe be worth something? And if you hesitate to agree with this for one moment, then you are not living. You are not appreciating, you don't have a clue.

Better to have loved and lost."  Random thoughts.

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"Any Logical person with an ounce of common sence would have determined this, to be a problem. They would put the bottle down, consider the $6 a loss, and try again some other time. But me? Oh me..I shrugged my shoulders and slapped it on.

As my blonde hair slowly started to resemble the above mentioned Ronald McDonald, a normal person with logic would have wiped that shit off immedietly.  Me? Well I just gave it an extra 15 minutes." Adventures in coloring my hair.

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On Right Now: Classic Man/Jidenna

Here Goes Crazy: And here we go!

Here Goes Crazy: And here we go!: So! I'm going to start this again. I used to blog in high school, mainly because it looked like I was doing something (which allowed me...

Green Bay, Here We Is!

Hello Green Bay! Because I am absolutely inconsistent with literally everything I do, I of course have not documented a thing since the THIRD house we tried to buy. Yup, third. Meaning, I am sitting in the dining room of the fourth house. OUR HOUSE!! So naturally, a new blog was in order. After dabbing up little puddles of my cinnamon coffee that insists on dribbling out of my coffee mug, and thinking how Kevin was just laughing at me over my recent obsession with cinnamon coffee, I felt the name was appropriate.

After three miserable failed attempts, we finally paired with a realtor that showed up to the showings and a broker who did his job - instead of asking us to do it for him. If you are in Northeast Wisconsin and need a realtor or broker, believe me, save your time and pick our guys (Bill Van Offeren and Mike Babcock).

I was in shock at how little we had to do, and realized very quickly that our previous picks did not carry their titles very proudly, if at all. After all, a realtor who tells you to 'just go to the house, here's the code to get in' isn't a professional, now are they? Not that I would terribly mind, but walking into a house that another realtor is showing, followed by being scolded by that realtor for breaking in (even tho your realtor gave you the code and told you it was ok...) - well that's damn right embarrassing. Lets just say, we dropped her immediately.

I would go on about the first broker, and the second, and the first credit union, and the first bank, and the second bank/credit union who just recently merged and weren't quite sure if their heads belonged in or around their asses.....let's just say we had A LOT of issues. None of which, I am very proud to say, stemmed from us.

Now we are comfy and cozy in this house that we just absolutely love, close to work and close together, and I could not be happier.

Of course a new place means new beginnings, does it not? So naturally, I started to tear apart everything in this place - much to poor Kevin's dismay. So far I've managed to take apart and put back together two bathrooms. Well, almost. There's still finishing touches and of course decorating that has to be done, but I;m making progress. Slowly but surely this house will be our home.

Life Is Very Simply, Black & White

Over the last couple of years, I have become very hard. That is the best word I can think to describe it. Not that I don't care, it's just that life is very simply, black and white.

When someone comes to me with a problem, the answer is always very simple. Nine times out of ten, that person knows the answer as well. They are simply looking for reassurance. And they always question how I have come to that decision so quickly, as they typically have been debating on their choices for some time, and my answer is always the same. It's black and white.

Let me describe this. For example, there are two types of people - in my opinion - in this world. There are good people who do shitty things, and shitty people who do good things. My husband Kevin, for example. Does he get too drunk from time to time? Yes. Does he have fits of anger when something just isn't quite working? Yes. But he is a good person. He does good things, and has a good heart. That makes him, a good person who does shitty things.

My good friends ex boyfriend. He was very pompous. Very conceited. He had a knack of making you feel like the smallest, most stupid person on the planet. But he would do nice things from time to time. Pay you a compliment, lend you a favor. He was a shitty person, who did good things.

Think of every person you know with an honest view of them. I bet you can determine which they are very quickly if you are truthful about it.

The kind of person you are, or someone is, is very simple to determine. Imagine the person you dislike, or hate most. A person that you absolutely despise. A person that pushes all those buttons of yours. Perhaps they did you wrong, or crossed someone you knew, or have done terrible things in their life. Nasty, no good, low life piece of work person.

Now imagine its cold, and raining, and dark, and they need the shirt off your back. Literally, the shirt off your back. You typically want to punch a whole in the wall at the mere thought of this person, and now they need YOUR shirt. You will be left, with nothing. Do you give them your shirt?

My friends ex boyfriend, would not have. He would have laughed, and said 'serves you right'.

Kevin, of course with slight hesitation but none the less, would give them his shirt.

Two kinds of people.

Life is black and white. You have two choices. Right or wrong. Good or bad. Happy or sad. Left or right. The grey area is simply our emotions interfering with the clear choice. Remove that and you are left with a pretty easy decision. And this is how I choose to live my life. Do not get me wrong, I am not immune to those emotions, nor do I want to be. Lets face it, we need them. Do you want to live in a world of no color? I certainly don't.

All I believe is, it is what it is. Let worry and fear go. Stick to your convictions. Stand strong in your black and white decisions, regardless anyone's opinions. Allow yourself some color, but don't let it drown you. It's your life, and if you are not making yourself happy, then I don't know what you're doing.