Mama and Daddy were here...

Well its been a week, that's about all I can say about last week.  My Mama and Daddy came for a visit.  Now, I know you all don't realize the implication of this.  So I'll fill you in. 

A few weeks ago my Mama called and said "your daddy wants to come out there".   I think I remember saying "what did you say again?  I don't think I heard you right.  You coming here?!" 

Mama said " Yes, your daddy wants to come out and see you, where Sparklie goes to school and some wild horses."  Wild horses?  Yes, she said "wild horses".  OKKKKKKK well when are you coming?  I ask.  She said ... OK folks are you ready for this...

"sometime near the end of the month of September.  It could be the last weekend or the weekend before or maybe during the week before that.  I'm thinking to myself OMG i have to keep my house clean for 2 damn weeks just in case they happen to show up? ( sighsssss and cusses and sighsss some more.)

Well I rearrange my schedule at work.  Which was a pain for my work but we did it. I have now taken off the last weekend in September.  I took of Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.  I make Bill clear his schedule for the same days.  I don't give a big yahoo, who is getting a divorce this week.  They have been married this long he can get a continuance and they can wait one more!  So I call Big Kay (mama) and tell her.  She said " oh well I think your daddy wants go to Sparklie's first."  That will not work I tell her as that is Sparklie's birthday and she is coming home.  I have cleared my schedule a couple of divorces and a mediation for people who hate each other and needed Bill to take care of it. So I say to her like a suggestion that is all her idea. Big K ask Big D ( daddy) if this will work.  I hear some yelling and cussin in the background.  He's yelling he will go where he wants. When he wants and all that guff.  (kinda hard since he can't drive and is dependant on mom) So I tell her, "tell him to just hush" I also tell her be better put on his happy pants cause I'm not listening to his bullcrap".  She must have told him cause he hushed up. OOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo I've never had this kinda power with daddy.  I know he has just hushed up cause he's sulkin. 

It's decided they will be here on Thursday.  OK, I worked Monday, cleaned on Tuesday.  Mom called and said we are staying at your house.  I'm surprised as they never stay here.  No, they don't stay with me (thanks be to god) because I have dogs.  I tell her , "mom that's great and we would love to have you, BUT our dogs live here 365, you are visiting and I'm not boarding them."  She says "umm ok". 

So Thursday arrives, I have a few errands to run and I know they left on Wednesday.  I'm in a hurry to get to Ft. Worth and back home.  I call mom and say "where are you".  Are you ready for this folks?  Big Kay says ... somewhere in Oklahoma.  OKLAHOMA! What the hell?  She said, "yes, we wanted to see Hot Springs, Arkansas.  Its so pretty up there, we loved it."  I said, "OK then how did you get to OKLAHOMA!"  She said "umm wrong turn and we just kept driving."  I ask mom, "OK where are you now."  She said "somewhere called Hugo, Oklahoma".  Now, I have no freakin idea where Hugo, Oklahoma is.  I tell her "I'll check in later". 

So I go home to clean some more because with Big Kay you can never be clean enough.  I go home and start some laundry.  I had washed all the sheets yesterday because they were supposed to be here YESTERDAY! Dear Hubby and I slept in our bed anyway that night and of course the dogs too.  Well i notice this big spot of some dog hair.  Don't think I didn't get out the lint roller and get that right out of my bed and make it right up pretty for my mama. 

Its been about 2 hours so I call my mom and say ..."where are you at" she said ... ARE YOU READY FOR THIS ONE... Paris, Texas!  I said "OMG from Oklahoma?"  She said, "don't worry we will get there."  At this point I'm not so sure. In 6 hours they might call from Canada!

So now they have turned right at Arkadelphia, Arkansas and driven to Hot Springs ( where its pretty ), then they hit the wrong highway (even with gps) and went to Hugo, Oklahoma, now they have gone south to Paris, Texas.  So they are basically traveling in a zig zag pattern. I tell her OK and to be careful.

Fast forward two more hours.  I call.  Daddy answers the phone and hell he can't hear me.  He passed the phone to my mom who is driving and dropping the phone it sounds like,  while beating it on the dash.  I hear Hey ... hello?  denna?  hello?  ( rolling my eyes) I say hey!  where are you.  Ya'll ready for this!?  Sherman, Texas.  SHERMAN! , I say how the hell did you get to Sherman.  My mama ,I kid you not says.. "umm we drove".  Now folks I know she drove ... she drove in a straight pattern west to Sherman after zig zaggin through Arkansas and Oklahoma.  She should have driven southwest to FORT FREAKIN WORTH, I take a deep breath!  OK mom, so south hit 35 and come straight to Ft. Worth.  ( i sound like the parent of joy riding children).  I call my sister and while laughing through her tears she says " I have no idea what they are doing, you have fun, glad its you bye!"

FINALLY, 3 and a half hours later I get the call.  Hey we are in Ft. Worth.  I ask mom "can you get to my house from there".  She said ( are you ready this is classic) Oh, sure Denna we have the GPS!" I was thinking well your GPS is all screwed up for sure then. 

So they roll in and I hear them.  OMG they knocked on the door! Really.... I know your coming and you are my parents just open the door.  ( they might have been thinking of making a run for the border or something)  So mom and dad are here.  The gave new meaning to the scenic route but they are here.  Safe sound in one piece.  Daddy heads to the recliner and falls asleep.  My mom says see that's all he does! and then precedes to go to every room in the house and inspect for dirt ( even closets) and offers to wash the one load of laundry I have left.   She did say, "now is that bed clean cause I can't sleep where the dogs have been." I said ummmm YEP fresh and clean." mumbling with a little help from the lint roller.!"

So, here we are, Daddy asleep in the recliner and mom wandering around looking for dirt and I'm thinking omg what day are you all going home?

More on this adventure later!

One I felt I needed to write and share to make myself feel better.

I write this blog with saddness.  I like to write funny blogs full of witty (or not) things that I think you all will enjoy reading.  Today, that is not the case. 

I had a good friend once, like we all do in High school.  We had way too much fun together.  More than my mama and her grandma would have liked.  We were from different town's.  I'm not real sure how we met.  I was dating someone Gleason Tennessee and thats where she lived and Gleason wasn't really very far up the road.  We became fast friends one summer.  I always thought she was so pretty.  She had the "good hair".  Everyone knows someone with the "good hair".   Not a stran out of place.  She was kind and sweet. 

We went to Florida one summer with her grandparents.  We had a great trip and it was so much fun.  It was the first time that I had ever been that far away from my parents.  We were in Florida for 2 weeks.  Man, did we have a ball.  The biggest memory of that trip was that her grandfather had a heart attack while we were there and was unable to drive us home.  Well I had my brand spanking new paper license.  That's what they used to give you back then.  It was all folded up and ready to use.  Her Grandpa had  big ol Poniac Bonniville before they were small.  Green in Color and drove like a boat.  You see my friend didn't have her license yet.  Her big 16 had not arrived. 

So her Grandma informed me I would be driving home.  Now, I called my mama and I'm sure she about crapped.  She didn't say anything other than "be careful".  So we set out on our way home.  My mom and her Grandma said to stop.  She and I "not stopping".  Two teenage girls drove all night from St. Augustine, Florida to Gleason, Tennessee.  We stopped maybe twice.  We went through a road block in Valdosta, Georgia and the policeman ask to see my license.  You know, I pulled that big sheet of paper out.  Proud as can be.  He looked in the back seat and saw her Grandparents asleep.  He said " how far do you girls have to go".  I was really serious when I said "Sir I'm not sure but I'm supposed to pull into a truckstop when I get to the Georgia/Tennessee state line and my daddy is going to tell me where to go from there".  He said "be careful girls and don't stop for anyone".  Now, don't you know he thought "what the hell kinda parents do they have".  We trudged happily on.

We made it home in one piece and her Grandfather was much better.  Like all or some high school friendships we grew apart.  I talked to her several years later and when I ask about her Grandmother she informed me that she had died of a massive heart attack.  She took this very hard.  She was raised by her grandparents and if she had parents I never met them and she didn't talk about them.  Her Grandfather died later and it seemed she was all alone.  She married the guy she was goo goo over in high school after that.  I didn't like him much then and now I don't really remember why.  I didn't talk to her for several more years.  She Divorced and worked and lived just like we all do.

I would talk to her every few years or run into her at the grocery story when we were home to visit.  I used to tease her that she still that that "good hair".  She would laugh and ask about my kids and what was going on and I'd do the same.  She would ask when I was returning home and I'd tell her and she would say " well come see me before you go".  I'd say ok, but I never did.

Fast forward to last Saturday,  I was working but wasn't really busy so I logged up my email.  With that popped out a chat box from Yahoo.  I don't ever really chat.  I saw the box pop up and it was her.  She was checking her email when I came online.  We chatted briefly.  She was telling me how school had started and she liked her job at the school in Mckenzie where she was a teachers aide.  We talked about the weather and she ask about my parents.  We even joked about that long ago trip we took.  We talked about her grandma and how I missed living in a small town and she said "well I have to run, next time your home COME AND SEE ME".  Again I said "I'll try but you know its just hard to get around to everyone. I usually fly in and out quick."  She laughed and said " I wish I could fly out". 

We said goodbye and I went back to work.

On Tuesday I was reading my local paper from home online.  One headline caught my eye.  Gleason Couple Killed in Apparent Murder Sucide.  I of course went to the page to click as I know lots of people from there.  I was shocked to learn that sometime on Sunday the police were called to Devnee Reene Reeder's house.  Her boyfriends brother had found her and her boyfriend dead from  gunshot wounds. 

As,  I sit here and write this I'm tearful.  I remember that beautiful girl who had the "good hair" in high school.  The friend that I spent so much time with and had so much fun with.  This person whom I had known so well but failed to keep in touch with.  She was now no longer with us.
There is no moral or happy ending to this story.  I sit here and think how Blessed I am to have healthy children.  A good marriage, a nice house, a job, and my life has turned out really well.  I have the same worries that everyone else does.  The bills pile up, Mary Hannah is in college making her own decisions.  So far she's doing well. Rennee will never have anymore worries.  Her life was cut very short by a selfish person.  I just simply can not wrap my head around this.

Renee had her own issues ... gosh don't we all.  She alawys was ready to strike up a converstation and go right back to when we were 16 again.  I'm so sorry that her life is over and I'm so sorry I never took her up on her offer to come over sometime and see her home.  I'm so sorry she did not reach out to me.  Not sure what I would have done but I'd have tried.  I'm so sorry that I didn't pay more attention when I would see her out and about during my visits. Most of all I'm sorry I am unable to attend her funeral.  I posted some pictures I had of her.  These pictures were taken in Florida on that "great" trip.  One was taken in my parents front yard under her favorite big tree.


R.I.P
Devnee "Reene" Reeder

 Floriday Trip 1986
Renee Reeder and Denna Branson

 This one in front of the big tree.  This is how I remember her.

my old friend

Well its BACK TO SCHOOL TIME!

Well its back to school time for my kiddo's, actually its first day of Kindergarten for Jack Branson.  It's 1st day of classes for sweet sparklie at college.  We drove out to Amarillo last week get Sparklie all ready for her second year of college.  Now I say we.  What I mean is , I followed Sparklie to college 7 hours on the road.  During this 7 hours, I had to call her several times to tell her to slow down!  This was the conversation.  Sparklie : Hello MOM!
Mom:       Sparklie slow down, I'm not paying another ticket!
Sparklie:  MOmmmmmmmmm I'm only going 74. I have my cruise set.
Mom:        Really there must be something wrong with my car, because my cruise is set on 75 and  I can't even see you there up ahead of me.
Sparklie:  wow must be something wrong then. 
Mom:  I'm tellin you IF YOU GET A TICKET YOU WILL PAY  IT!
Sparklie: CLick!
Mom:   ( some ugly words I should not type) did she hang up on me?

Must have worked because in about oh 5 minutes I'd catch up with her and after about 10 min of driving normal she'd be gone again.... sighs!

Now I realize all you are wondering why 2 cars?  Common sense would say "ride with Sparklie and fly home".  Yes, that would be more efficient.  If you know Sparklie, you realize why I had to drive.  No, I'm not afraid to ride with her.  ( well much)  Yes, I know the way to Borger, Texas.  The problem was none of that.  The issue is Sparklie had too much CRAP!  This being her Sophmore year and all you'd think she had learned to pair it down a bit.  NOPE! We had the things she had to have, the stuff she couldn't live without and the crap she should have left at home!

She did post a picture of all her crap! It stretched down the hall from her bedroom, into the den and stopped just at the front door.  My freinds thats about a huge stretch of house.  TO quote her "mom it looks like a pink zebra threw up".  Yes, friends it did.  We had boxes (packing boxes) of shoes, purses, jewlery, and her trunk and back seat were full of clothes.  We had containers of makeup and other essential stuff.

Packed and ready here we go.  So we get to the red light in Burleson, Texas and my phone rings.  It's Sparklie, she says .... "mom I wish we had walkie talkies then we could talk to each other"?  Really, really, Sparklie i say, "we have cell phones".  To this she replies " oh yeah, never mind"!

Sparklie's pile!

This was going to be a long day.

Fast forward 7 hours.  Here we are Borger, Texas.  Hotel checked into and off to the campus.  All the handy dandy dorm forms filled out.  Thank goodness Sparklie is on the livestock judging team.  Thanks be to gawd there were boys around who liked Sparklie.  I only had to carry a lamp.  THANKS JAKE, JW and whoever that othern was.  So we get the boxes in and begin to unload.  Its not going to fit I say.  Sparklie insist it WILL FIT.  She did it. I have no idea how but she did.  I counted 4 pairs of Sperry's, 4 boot bags, about 100 flip flops, some sandals, some stiletto's and one pair of running shoes.  GEEZ I put up 3 count them 3 bags of jewlery.  Now 3 bags of jewlery does not sound like an excessive amout if you are talking sandwich baggies.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOooo! 3 bags of jewlery ... 3 bags that fold out and contain 12 more bags! That would be 36 containers of Jewlery!~  REally?  Now do you see why I call her sparklie?

So we get this room all set up and I'm pooped.  Sparklie no way is she pooped.  Sparklie is having a rip roarin fit cause her best bud Miss Bailee aka Sparlie Bestie is not on campus yet.  I said well Sparklie it is a long way from UTAH.  Sparklie was under the impression that they should arrive at the same time.  I think she wanted  Bailee's mom to skip Colorado altogether.  She did inform me that they would need help unloading the Trailer!  Seems Baillee brougth all her things in her Horse trailer along with her horses.  ( Bailee is also on the rodeo team and former Miss Rodeo Utah contestant)  I just roll my eyes and say ... Really?

Sparklie AKA Mary Hannah at the "fancy Wal Mart

I was finally able to talk Sparklie into tearing away for some food.  This was a chore as she wanted pink glitter material made into a canopy over her bed.  ( don't even think i didn't do this, you know i did) 

So we get up the next morning and Sparklie needs her 2 hours to get ready.  I have no idea how she woke up so early as she did not come back to the hotel until well after 2.  She did it though and ts off to Amarillo.  We had to go to Amarillo,"its where the fancy walmart is".  ( i'm still laughing about a "fancy walmart")   To Wal Mart to spend the rest of my money.  A refrigerator, and 30 bottles of hairspray along with some pink towels and rug, we were ready.  To check out.  OMG~!  It should not cost so much to be so sparklie.

Well she's in, meal plan is paid.  I'm hoping she eats there at least once this semester.  I'd like to know I at least got one meal out of the $1300.00 meal plan.  It does
not look promising.  I tell ya folks not at all.

So she's at college and I haven't heard from her since.  I did call but she couldn't hear me for the noise.  Seems she was at the bar and you know you just can't talk to your mama from the bar.  To much loud noise from what I understood.

Sweet Darlin's first day of school!

Fast Forward Tuesday, Jack Branson's first day of Kindergarten.  Yes YEs I know I was the OLDEST parent there.  ( I did call my sister Stacey to let her know what to expect when baby Madelyn went to school as she will be old too )  Jack was not looking forward to this school business.  He informed me this morning as he was putting on his freshly ironed new school clothes " i don't need to go to school.  I know how to build lego's"  He's does have a point, I don't think there is a lego buildin class at his school.  I hope his teacher notices his sharply ironed shorts and polo in the uniform colors. I sure hope cause there will be no more ironing of the school cloths.  Gotta look good on the first day cause you can't go lookin all trashy on the first day.  My friend Terri Fulton had to fight he battle with her baby girl Bella.  Seems Bella wanted to wear her princes dress, click clack heels and some lipstick for her first day of school.  Her mama is not going to let her look trashy either.  I saw her picture in a pretty little sundress.  Who knows tomorrow it may be click clack heels.  2nd day ... meh who cares.  Teacher now knows we own an iron.  Dosen't mean I'm ever going to use it again. Heck, I didn't this time.  Dear Hubby did.  See all the military experience came in really handy!  He irons everything!

So we packed Mr. picky eater a lunch and then it hits me oh nooooooooooooo.  Dear hubby left the bran new Buzz Lightyear back pack at school in sweet darlins locker.  Now I say "dear hubby ( you big dummy) he has no back pack.  What is the most important thing to take to school the first day?  Dear hubby looks skeptically at me and says ummmmmm yourself?  NOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOo its a brand new back pack.  Now, our sweet darlin is going to look like we couldn't afford a back pack.  He's stuck with only that ugly Yoda Star Wars lunch box.  Poor darlin is going to have a complex~!

These events seemed to bother me more than Dear hubby ( he don't care if the sun don't shine) and sweet darlin, I don't think he knew he needed a backpack.  So he had to carry his folder and his lunch in his hands.  No backpack!  sighs...

Today was not like when I took Sparklie to Kindergarten.   I got to walk Sparklie to class and see her goodies and meet her teacher.  Nooooooooooooo, we were corralled in this room ( small room) and all the kids had to sit in the floor while parents lined the walls and looked pitiful.  I was not looking pitiful.  NOPE I got a raise today, no more day care at $550 a month! woohooooo I'm lovin this kindergarten!  Now sweet Darlin, he planted his little feet and said ummmm NO.  I had to think quick, I told him its going to be fun and when you get all finished for the day Mommy will be right here to pick you up.  I don't think he believed me.  There was some pushing, prodding and begging but he finally went to sit down.  So Dear Hubby and i waited outside he door.  We waited until his cute little teacher left the room with all her little ones in a line.  As sweet Darlin came out he glared at me. YES GLARED! I told Dear Hubby, o man is he mad!  SO we left and we haven't had a call and its almost time to and pick him up and try to talk him into going back tomorrow.  I took the picture of the first day of school.  I only took 7 tries to talk him into smiling.  This is going to be a challenge I think.  Sparklie was ready to go and begging to go to school from the time she was 3.  Jack not so much!

Here we go! I think I may have to stand on my soap box a little today.

I think I may have to get out my "SOAP BOX" and stand on it a little today.

I have very strong opinions about some things.  There are things that make me mad, things that make me shake my head and laugh, and things that really don't matter.  The latter of these 3 fall under the category of "well hell you ask didn't you".

People I have found want my opinion sometimes and then they get really mad and decide I'm ignorant.  Usually this ignorance happens when I don't agree with their point of view.   Every knows I'm a facebook junkie.  I love the facebook.  Its where I get all my news and gossip.  I think with out facebook whewww weee.  My mama Sue and I would be in some serious trouble.  You see I read it and report it and she and I discuss it.  That's just the way it goes.

Every time we post we give an opinion!  I give opinions without being ask.  YOUR WELCOME.  It's just me.  If you don't like it, well then delete me.  I was getting along fine without you before facebook, I'm sure I can survive again without knowing, what your eating, when you are pottying and well who your dating sleeping with or who you just loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee to listen to their music.  Now don't get me wrong.  I like to read these things.  The real issue comes in when you want to pretend you are my Mama and you get on to me or put me down for being stupid and having ignorant opinions that no one else has. 

America has lost our ability to debate.  We have lost our sense of humor and we are all out to prove we know wayyyyyyyyyyyy more than anyone else in the world on any subject even if we know nothing about it.

Case in point, Yesterday on a web site that I frequent there was a post with a picture of a dog.  Now I'm sure someone out there thinks its a very lovely dog.  I made the comment that this dog ( yes it was a pit bull and yes i have 2 of them ) was very scary looking.  I guess what I should have done was gone all politically correct and said.... Wow! That dog with the big chain around his neck who is so muscular that he looks like he's on a "roid binge" Looks like he could possibly scare someone who is uneducated, scared of pit bulls, and thinks you need to walk them with a logging chain and call them HOMIE.  I'm so sorry they have portrayed a dog to look like this.  Now lets all hop on the band wagon and educate all the ignorant people who are not as smart as you and I.  OH yes and if you want one save your pennies, all you brave children cause they cost thousands and because you are so fricken ignorant and know nothing of what is scary ... well you can't afford it anyway.  Then at that time you will have to go to a rescue and just get a dog that is a good fit and might be pretty .. sorry you are stupid, poor, ignorant and can't afford the well bred, large, toothy animal who has to be walked with a logging chain.  I guess that is what I should have said.

What I actually said is ... WOW! that dog looks scary.  I did not say that the dog looks like he's a vicious killer and that's why some people are afraid of them.   No i said that dog looks scary.

When people think of the "pit bull" that is what they think of.  Case in point.. my friend Tracy he was worried that my sweet pitties would eat my children's faces off.  He got right on his band wagon and started fussing at me and giving his OPINION.  Now, did I say oh Tracy you ignorant uneducated human being?  No, I did not.  I tried to let him know what I knew and forwarded him some research.  I did not call him ignorant or stupid.  He's not . He's well educated.  What I did do was continue to send him pictures and laugh when he made comments about my dog eating my children.  I then went on vacation .. you guessed it! We went to his restaurant on a trip through Tennessee.  HE SURE ENOUGH DID KISS MY DOG RIGHT ON THE LIPS! Now, is he still afraid of "pit bulls"?  Not as much.  I don't kid myself that he is going to run right out and grab up a few from the pound and say wooooooooooohooooooooo got me a family dog here.  No he's not, he's not because he has see the HOMIES of the world with loggin chains around their neck and a big spike collar and he has reservations.  Just as we all would.

I am not an expert on Pit Bull Terriers.  I am an expert on my dogs.  I have 3 Judge, Sierra and Caleb.  Sierra and Caleb being Pit bull terriers or so I'm told.  They are the sweetest animals I have ever owned.  They snuggle and the give me kisses everyday.  They have not eaten my children.  They are good dogs and I am a good owner.  That is the key.

As for the "they cost thousands", Am I supposed to be impressed that someone would pay thousands for a dog. Ummmm

If you would like a dog any dog, please research and don't depend on the facebook experts with all the opinions to educate you.  Talk to rescues and read and read and if you want a pittie baby call Lisa Durden I can give you her email.  I have found that folks who spout all about their vast knowledge really really are just spouting.  If they aren't well we tend to shut our ears after the first 5 post when they are letting us know how ignorant we really are.

There are lots of things I don't agree with folks on.  That's why its so fun to debate these issues.  Sometimes we actually might change our opinions and sometimes we don't.  We do usually come away knowing something about the subject that we did not before.   So if you post something and don't want a comment of an opinion, that's your fault.  Don't post it and no one will comment.  What it comes right down to is everyone wants to weigh in and talk about it or we wouldn't be on this facebook thingy anyway.  So go ahead and post some stuff and I'll decide if I want to share my opinion.  If myself and 100 billion others do, please don't take it out of context.  If you don't agree and they get mean and hateful do what I do.  Hold your finger on the delete button and punch it real hard.  Always makes me feel better.  After all Ignorance is BLISS!

National Go Braless Day ... your kidding right

Walks up, takes out a soap box and stands on it ... Begins...

So I was looking at my facebook and oh, how I love my facebook.  Seems my friends seem to be celebrating Flip Flop day, Ronald McDonald House day etc... now I am all for these things but really I wear flip flops everyday.  I have that kinda job.  I throw my change in the "help support Ronald McDonald house thingy" and well quite frankly I'm lucking to know if its Monday, Tuesday or Friday.  I'm always asking someone "what day is this"?  So tonight I'm looking at m handy dandy facebook.  You all know that's where I get all my Tennessee and Texas gossip to share with Mama Sue.  Mama Sue and I  we sure do love some gossip.  I call her everyday and the very first thing I say is "whats the gossip lady"?  She will then share some juicy tidbit.  Now I know Sharon Tennessee and Weakley county are small but you know they have some GOOODDD i dee clare gossip!

So here i was all facebookin and lookin at everyones pictures and tryin to be all nosy and scope out peoples page that i'm not a friend of and who are not as savy as me and don't lock their page.  I was getting gossip for Mama Sue tomorrow.  Low and behold there was July 6 invite "National Go Braless Day".  Now really do you really think i can go braless with these.  Once about 25 years ago maybe but then my mama would have said " oh no march yourself up those stairs and put on your underwear". 

I ask you "REALLY" do we need a National go Braless day.  NO WE DO NOT.  You all know as well as i do the only people going braless are the ones we don't wanna ever see braless.  The only exception is if you were in a tornado.  When you heard the freight train a comin you ran out to the basement or ditch or whatever you do to protect yourself in your mu mu and hair rollers and waited for the TV crew.  The only excuse is you did not have time and were loungin in said mu mu when the afore mentioned event occurred!  The only other exception is if you were in a wreck or got into a cardiac arrest situation and someone cut your bra off to perform CPR.  Then you are excused if you arrive at the ER braless.  Those two events being the only exception.

The above CPR mentioned issue will never happen to me.  I have told all my friends who are nurses, doctors, emts and such.  If you have to cut my bra off FERGETABOUT IT! I mean that. I'm not scared of a shock burn.  I'm more scared that when they cut my bra off my boobs will fall under my armpits and I'll never be able to gather them up in time to get to the ER.  If I die anyway what does it matter and I do not want the funeral home person to have to gather them up for me!  I realize this sounds asssine to you all but well that's the way it is.

It is instilled in me from my Mama and my Mama Sue.  I have to have a bra.  Now sometimes I have pretty ones but most often its plain white an serviceable.  For my mother, always clean.  I swear if not she's be mortified.  If I had a car wreck today and I died my mother would not ask if I suffered. Nooooo she would say ... was her bra clean?  Tell me the truth was it bleached purely white?  I have to know.  That is exactly what she would say.  If she had to go home to get me one to take to the funeral home person she would wash it first I'm just sayin.

My good friend Lisa Landry, she has a good southern mama.  She says her mama practically rips her bra off her the minute she walks in the door to wash it.  Her mama always has a washer waiting with just the right amount of "whites" to start a load as soon as she gets to her mama and em's house.

Now my mam will say Denna kay my god your bra is gray when is the last time you washed it with bleach.  Don't matter she's getting my dirty clothes out of the bathroom after a shower and it don' matter a darn bit if i break out.  Its getting bleached!  God love her. 

Now i have a story that just happened last week with a client of my hubby.  Said client was a skinny girl due to a wee little drug use.  Well she's a sweet girl and turning it all around.  She is the same age as my "sparklie".  So i took her and got her hair did a few months ago to get her all spiffy for court.  (worked to I might add ) Of course now that she has been clean and off the "stuff " she's gained a little.  Well kinda a lot.  SO she had no clothes, so my friends who is the mama of said girls ( we will call her ummmmmmm sweetie ) boyfriend said "go to my closet and find her something to wear.  SO Roxie ( the mama) was out of town and i  commenced to digging in the closet.  Black pants, blue top perfect! So Sweetie goes in the bathroom and comes out looking like a sausage stuffed in the pants.  I said oh this will not do.  You Sweetie need a girdle.  Well being of a skinny body before she had never heard of a girdle.  SO i called Roxie and said ummmspanx. 

So we give Sweetie the Lycra.  She's in the bathroom and we are yelling instructions thru the door.  We would be Angie and me.  I dearly love Angie and we just usually have a big ol time talking about people at work.  Well we are yelling thru the bathroom door for her to pull and tug.  Well Sweetie emerges with some humidification on her upper lip and she's huffing and puffing and says " i can't breath in this".  Angie and me just laugh and say, "stand up straighter and take shallow  breaths you'll be ok."  See WIN WIN.  She looked skeptical.

It worked though she looked real nice.  She managed to get it back on later that day with little humidifying and man her posture sure was good.  See all southern girls know what girdles, spanks and all in ones are and we know to use them.  Nothing uglier than muffin top.  If those poor girls were taught to wear the pantie girdle there would be an end to muffin top!  I told Sweetie see you just maneuver your fat around to where it fits and all is smooth and you look so much better!

Braless really.  No one on earth wants to see the folks at wal mart braless.  On "National go BRALESS Day " where do you think said folks will head.  WAL MARTS! Heck half the Wal Mart population do not wear bras on a good day.  Can we stand National Braless Day.  Its kinda like when they burned their bras for women's lib.  Those southern ladies might have been burning but i can bet you they had one on and an old one with bad elastic to burn.  They in no way burned the good bra's.  They burned the ones that their mama's couldn't bleach anymore.  I PROMISE YOU!

So girls you can say you are going to attend "National Braless Day" but I know if you are from below Kentucky you will have on your bra.  Now some of us who stay home on July 6th cause we are on vacation might not wear a bra.  We might lounge in pj's or mu mu's all day but you can bet your cross your heart there will be a clean bra at the ready in case we have to go to the Wal-Marts!

Big Foot, UFO's and Other Odd Thinks Some Southerners believe to be True! (including me)

Southerners believe in some things that others find odd.  We or some of us believe in UFO's, Big Foot, and Ghost.  Now when I say Southerners, I'm speaking for myself and some others I know.  I'm sure there are a great deal many other'ns out there who believe in the same thing.  Those folks are just afraid to admit it.  They are afraid to admit it because some folks might call them a little crazy.  Now, we southerns don't hide our crazy notions.  Just like our crazy relatives.  We put it all out there.  Southerners are proud of their crazy relatives.  We love to sit around and tell our crazy relative stories. 

Now I will tell you a story.  This story was told to me by a not so crazy lady.  She was a very fine southern lady and I do mean lady.  She was not an "embelisher" nor a "make up a story to impress ya with kinda lady".  She will remain nameless but some of you who know me well will know this story.

In the summer of 1977, this lady had been out mowing her yard.  Well she had an accident and her foot went under the mower and cut her toe off.  Now I tell you this because it has impact on the story.  You see she was sleeping in the front bedroom of her house because her hubby tossed and turned and kept her awake worrying if he was going to hit her toeless foot or not.  So for recovery she was sleeping in the front of the house.  Now these folks lived on a pig farm in Sharon, Tennessee.  They lived out in the country just out of the city limits.  I spent way lots of time on this farm.

Well so here's the story.  Lady was sleeping one night in the front bedroom.  She woke up and noticed first that she didn't hear anything.  Well anyone who has ever lived on or near a pig farm, knows that the sows and feeders eat all night.  You leave the lights on so the feeders will just eat their way right to the slaughter house.  Well the drop feeders are metal and when they eat the covers "drop".  The drop feeders make a loud noise and this goes on all night.  Well lady noticed it was quiet.  Then she noticed that there was a light on outside.  She decided to get up and see who had left the sow barn light on cause it was shining in her window. 

Turns out it was no barn light.  When she looked out the window she said she "saw the brightest light she had ever seen.  Now this "bright light" was sitting just above the trees.  First she thought it was just a big bright moon.   Then she thought no, I've never seen anything like that.  She said " I thought hubbie will never ever believe this".  So she went to wake him up.  Hubbie got up and was skeptical.  Well he and lady went out on front porch and she said "this thing with a  bright light was hovering right there above the trees over the barn across the road from their house".  Now this said barn was about oh .... I don't know across the drive way but not really very far.  I used to play in that barn and lord you all know I wasn't walking far then either!  So they stood and watched it for a minute.  Well it didn't move it just "hovered" so they sat in the swing.  Well after about 10 minutes its started to move towards them.  Lady said she then told hubby " you can sit here and let them get you if you want I'm going in the house".  So she did.  Well I guess hubbie  didn't want to get "got" so he went in the house to.   She said they sat on the end of the bed and watched for a little while longer and then got tired and went back to bed. 

She was serious and never wavered from her story.  I believed her then and I believe her now.  I do remember my mama telling her ... omg lady they have pictures of you in your nightgown.  They used to laugh about that. 

Now we travel forward to about 3 weeks in the future.  If you all knew me you know I grew up on a horse.  Quite literally I rode everywhere.  I rode to Demetra Hankins everyday tied my horse to the front rail on her carport and she always had a Popsicle for me handy and I'd sit and play with Beth who was about 2 and fold all Demetra's washcloths if she had laundry on the line.  Well this day I rode up and Demetra said don't go no further down this road.  You cut across Tommy Jones field and get home before dark there have been some strange things going on.  Well I didn't know what she was talking about but she never told me to do anything in her scary voice so i got Misty ( my horse ) and I went home!

Well about 2 nights later, my mama and daddy were outside late.  I say late it was after dark and to a kid that's LATE.  Well my daddy came in the house and got a gun ( like you can reach a UFO with a gun) but my daddy never got a gun out unless he was gonna go hunting or the one time my mama was gonna shoot my uncle.  She didn't and he's fine.  Well he and my mama were out side with Char and Ken Darling, and then Mr. Jerry Swinney drove up.  Seems there was something in the sky hovering right at the tree line.  It would hover there and then shoot across the field to the other tree line and then hover there.  SO my daddy went over to Ed Hawks house behind the tree line and you couldnt' see it from there.  So Ed came over and then several other friends and pretty soon we had a UFO watching party.  SO my daddy saddled his horse and Ed called the sheriff.  ( not sure what the police were supposed to do about it) The police said they had nothing in the air in the area.  Well that was not surprising because well they probably had nothing to put in the air.  Its a small county.  I remember my daddy saddling his horse and riding toward that thing.  Well as he got closer and closer it finally just went away real fast.  Now, I can't say it flew away or zipped away because it was just simply gone.  I remember sleeping with my daddy that night and I kinda scared from then on.  Not as scared as one of my uncles.  BILLY, I had to walk him to the barn if it was dark.  He said just to keep him company but he was scared. 

So many many years passed and I was at my mom and dad's in Palmersville Tennessee one night. I had been living in Texas about 5 years and had heard all about the Marfa lights.  I have not seen them but I want to and I'll get there, I will.   Well my dad was out in the back yard and he came in for his telescope.  Yes, folks Dennis Branson has a telescope and a big one with mirrors and such.  He set it up and came to the door, and I hear.  DENNA COME HERE.  So I went.  He pointed out a glow in the sky.  I could see it and it was not a star.  It was big.  Well it kept moving back and forth over the Coley Gullies.  We watched that for at least 20 minutes.  Daddy said he had now seen it twice and had seen something 2 other times over the back pasture. 

I got home to Texas and looked it up. Turns out there had been 200 UFO sitings in Palmersville, Tennessee over an 8 month period and there were 162 reported sitings that were found to be explainable but not the others.  So folks .. watch the sky there could be something there!  If I get to Marfa Texas I'll get a picture for you.

Bigfoot, yes I think there is something in the woods.  Don't know what but there could be.  How do we know we are not there all the time.  Now my daddy used to hunt all the time.  He was a coon hunter.  He used to hunt the bottoms of between Sidonia, Sharon, Greenfield and Kenton.  He was hunting one night with some other folks and they were deep in the bottom on Ethergies Levey.  Well they heard something and it seemed to be following them.  They would cross the swampy bottoms and this thing would follow.  Daddy said he could never get its eyes to "shine".  So they were kind of spooked and left and folks my daddy isn't scared of the devil himself.  Well the next night they went back.  Sure enough they got to the same area and something "picked them up".  Daddy said the dogs started to whine and cry and would not run a coon trail.  The dogs stayed right with them.   My daddy said his blue tick hound aka ole blue.  Was shaking and stayed right with them.  Duke ran straight back to the truck.  Well whatever it was followed them all the way to the bridge.  Daddy said he talked to a lady who lived right on the tree line of that bottom and she said she never hung her clothes out to dry anymore because she always felt like something was watching her. 

There were several more story's like this from Beech Ridge.  Daddy said he used to find the oddest things on Beech Ridge and sometimes the dogs would not hunt on Beech Ridge and would run back to the truck like something was chasing them.  I remember going down there one Sunday afternoon during the day and daddy tromped all over beech ridge.  I remember asking what we were looking for and Daddy saying he didn't know and didn't know if he wanted to find it.  I'm not saying it was a big foot but there was something in that bottom.

Now for Ghost ... oh yeah I believe.  I really do.  Now I know there are things we can't explain.  What fun would life be if  we could explain everything.  We all like to embellish and these stories I have told you are true. I'll use a line from my daddy.  "if i'm lyin i'm dyin" 

Now there is this TV show about finding big foot.  Now this show is entertaining and I like to watch it when I get the remote.  This is not often folks.  Well the one thing about this show is "bubba" never really finds anything but some deer in the woods with broken legs.  We I know there are deer in the woods and I'm sure its not too hard to break a leg.  They never find anything.  I have researched and in 1980 a guy found some "droppings".  Now how did he know these droppings were odd.  I have no idea.  I don't go lookin for droppings.  I do know that they sent those off for DNA testing and it came back as no match to anything documented.  Now in Florida they call it the swamp ape.  In Louisiana its the Stink ape.  In the pacific northwest they call it big foot or Yeti.  There are many folks that believe in something and there is a Big Foot town in East Texas.  All I know if someone finds one, I will be the first one standing in line to see the thing.  I don't care how far I have to drive.  Just ask Kim Swank I have driven several hours to find a house and take pictures of it.  I have waited on back roads to take pictures of dead cows in yards and dragged my fat ass through brush just to get incriminating pictures that would never be used in a court of law.  Fact is I love to watch stuff.  I love to find things and then laugh at how it would have been if we had gotten caught right in that parade traffic in Eustace Texas taking pictures of that nasty house by those crazy folks who probably had a dern gun ... right KIM!  Hey Kim I still have those darn pictures!

Oh yes I have stood out and gazed at the heavens, not in search of a higher being but for a Being of a different world.  I think they are there why not.   Just like everyone else I have lots of questions for God when I get there and you can bet your sweet butt the first one is going to be, God what was that hovering thing and is there really life on other planets and to they come to visit? The second one is going to be God is Big Foot real?  Now I'm sure God will roll his eyes at me and pat me on the back.  Then I will know for sure.  :) 

Hope you like my story and if you think I'm just a crazy southerner?  Well you could be right or maybe just maybe I'm right.

D

Peeves! ( and I seem to have alot of them )

If you know me well ... you know I have a few "pet peeves".  Well more than a few actually and somethings just down right pee in my wheaties.  Stupid folks being at the top of the list.  Then I think well if they weren't stupid then they wouldn't do things that classify as a pet peeve. Right?  We will start with the first on that really makes me down right angry. 

   1. Don't dump your dog, cat, turtle, iguana, or other such household companion.  Do not "set them free". 

What are people thinking when they do this.  That ruff ruff is just going out into the world like a big old campin trip.  NOOOOOOOOO ruff ruff is going to starve to death.  He's going to be miserable and more than like not get hit by a car.  If you are that stupid then you need to be dumped.  Take for example my Dear Hubbies ex-wife thing, well her loving companion of many years bit her grandson ( my sweet darlin ).  The dog was a good dog as little yippers go.  Now the dog had not had his rabies shot and here rabies is rampant.  So I had Dear Hubby call his ex thang and tell her she needed to keep the dog put up when baby was around because I was just sure sweet darlin was pullin ears or thumpin its nose or some such as that.  Well he did.  Then of course they had to let animal control see him in ten days and make sure he wasn't frothin at the mouth or anything like that. 
So digbat informs Dear Hubby that she has taken care of it.  I like any normal human thinks oh good.  Well not so fast.  Seems dingbats hubby takes poor yipper to the local post office and dumps him out.  Now I tell you this was a house dog.  Never seen the local post office! So I tell Dear Hubby get in the car.  He said where we goin? ( he was lookin really confused ) I was like to find "Slim".  He said we will never find that dog they dumped him 3 days ago.  I said "right like he's got a train ticket".  So here we go.  Dear Hubby driving and me hanging out of a big white Expedition yelling SLIMMMMMMMMMMMMM SLIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.  It was quite a sight I'm sure.  Fat girl, big hair, jammies screaming Slim. Can you picture it?  So we ask everyone who is outside in the nearest trailer park if they had seen little slim.  ( I had DH do the asking cause I was in my jammies and all )  I told DH, yes they are rednecks and they are my people don't be afraid.  I was right! They had seen little Slim and some neighbor hoodlums had scared him off by shooting at him with a BB GUN.  ( stupid hoodlums ) So we take off in the direction of the last slim sighting! I see him.... I'm on it.  Well lookie here.  There is dingbat and her hubby and they have zeroed in on him.  Seems they were feeling guilty not because they dumped poor Slim but because sweet baby was going to have to have shots to prevent the rabies that the dog didn't have anyway!
So dingbat pulls along side DH and I and she says "we found him".  Now if looks could kill she'd be 6ft under buried face first.  Now I have friends.  I don't know how but I've managed to meet and get to know most of the state of Texas since I been here.  I think its cause I'm so nice and all.  ( quit laughing )  Well I had my handy dandy contact at the Sheriff's office on the line.  I just handed her my cell and said here talk to the POOOOOO LICE.  You should have seen her face, it was worth money I tell you.  So she talked to Lee my handy dandy PO lice contact and he read her the riot act and made her take Slim to the vet.  She had to board him for 10 days at her expense. HAHA made my day cause she's a cheap ass anyway.  So Slim stayed at the vet for his 10 day jail time. 
When the 10 days were up dingbat went and got him.  I think they realized Slim is old and he does not like kids thumping and pullin and such.  They did keep little Slim but crated him when sweet baby boy was around.  I guess all is well that ends well but the lesson is Dingbat, if you'd just done what I told Dear Hubby to tell you to do this would not have had to happen! See #1 stupid people.

   2.  Dumb drivers, now yes I'm big car people. 

Do not try to cut me off  with your smart car.  I will hit you, just call my State Farm agent.  She will tell you in the 11 years I have been in Texas, I have removed a door on a LUXery car.  I have backed over someone 3 times.  Don't park behind me.  I will hit you.  Ask DH .. i hit him like 3 times.  Ask "Just like my Own" hit her once too.  If you roll in and you park behind me badly, I HIT YOU!
Hit my neighbor once cause sweet pretty teen wanted to go to the mall.  Seems she just parked her car right there on the street behind me and I couldn't get out .... ok so I just hit her.  She came prissing to my house and said "ummmmm mam?  Did you hit my car?"  I said, yep sure did and I didn't just hit it.  Knocked the hell out of it, almost knocked it up on the curb.  I think your going to need a new door.  Oh, here's my insurance info.  ( I did smile sweetly at her )  She was kind of speechless.  She did get a new door on her new Lincoln.  She did not park there again.  See lesson learned for her.  I kinda had a "Fried Green Tomato's moment (TWANDAAAAAAAAAAAA!) 

   3.  God love em, God love em,  people I just barely know who call me and say ummm I got your number from my friends mom's grandmothers sisters brother in law who played soft ball with your daughters friend?     I say uhhh huh ok, and they say I really hate to bother you but is your husband home.  Now I realize this would worry most folks, me nope.  I know they need a quick legal question.  This quick legal question is going to be longgggggggggggggggg and usually about some stupid thing like getting a divorce and fighting over a chicken.  Now you think I'm kidding and being funny.  I'm not, do they fight for the ming vase? .... nope the chicken.  Bless their hearts.  I feel bad for their  chickenless state and all but I haven't been home but 5 minutes and darn it Survivor is on.  These people have Survivor radar!  Stop calling me. If you want legal advice and you don't want to pay, I'm going to start giving it to you.  Good luck cause I have no idea if you can keep the chicken or not.  I'm going to tell you to fight for that chicken it is rightly yours. GO FOR IT, make a lawyer happy while he counts his money.

   4. People who live in my country and don't speaky the Ingleis.  Translation Do not speak english. 

I'm a nurse.  If your baby is sick I will do my best to help you.  If I ask you a question and you shrug and look at me and say " I no speakie the ingleis" I will roll my eyes.  I will have a stark raving fit when I leave the exam space.  Ask my friends at work.  If you are my scheduler and you can't prounce my name after I have spelled it 3 times and said it very slowly 2 times.  Go take an English class.  TCC is cheap.  If I call you to complain that your co hort/ co scheduler can't get my name right or seem to deliver you a message.  Don't say to me ... " well Denna he is hispanic".  I do not care he landed a job speaking to ENGLISH SPEAKING NURSES.  Get him a darn class.  On the other hand he could go back to MEXICO and work there.  They speakie the language! AMEN

    5.  People who don't understand my best friend is a man and look at me funny.

Is this so odd? Have we not progressed?  yes Rob is my very ass best friend.  I would take a bullet for him as long as it was not a fatal hit.  Yes, someday we will be in the nursing home together but I will have better hair.  ( his asian background makes his stick up when not styled tee hee ) Yes he will have on designer P.J.'s and I will have on some target ones with flamingo's. Yes, he will act all proper and then make snide coments about you when you are gone.  Yes, I will make snide comments about you to your face and laugh behind your back because you didn't get it.  Yes I will go on vacation with him if I want too.  No its not necessary for my husband to babysit us.  He wants us to go on vacation so he can watch sports 24/7.  When are we going to Vegas like you promised me 2 years ago?  Even my sweet Mama Sue now starts conversations with "hows Jack and Mary Hannah, how's Bill and is Rob ok".  See she has accepted it now everyone else who has not, GET OVER YOURSELF!  The moral to this is I do not have brother husbands,  I'm not sleeping with my friend , and no my husband does not give one big whoop! It means my hubby does not have to see movies he doesn't want too, and he's not forced to eat at places he doesn't want too.  I have someone to complain about him to on any given day who will always take my side.  Yes, if you date Rob or are married to me you are collateral and if he dumps you after like 5 years or something crazy ex girlfriend, I stay with him, and if Bill decides to up and leave me well I keep Rob.  Bill will never leave me though because if he does he has to take the kids and the dogs.  Its a deal we made a long time ago.  First one to file gets the kids and the dogs and the other one gets the big screen and a nice quiet apartment.  WIN WIN
  
   6. People who think they are better!

All I can say is HAHA they are going to be on the same OBIT page as me.

   7. Pregnant teens who say .... but there was nothing else to do.

anything on this is redundant and your tax dollars at work.

Well I'm going to put up my soap box now and get on with some cloths washing.  I have vented and now I'm happy happy ....  until the next installment.

Sierra!

Everyone knows my most wonderful companion of 17 years died in August.  No I'm not talking about my Dear Husband.  I'm talking about my dog Ruby.  Well we have missed her, cried over her and I swear think we have seen her walk down the hall.  ( no not crazy but sometimes well you know)

I would say that "we" decided to get a dog but really "I" decided.  The back story on this is Bill really really wanted a small dog.   I had convinced him when we got Judge ( our chow chow) that he wouldn't get very big.  Yes, I was lying and Yes, he now knows that.  Judge is 85 lbs of pure fluff and growl.  He's not really friendly, and he's well remedial.  I love him though. 

As I said, It was time for a new family member and since I was not having nor adopting anymore children.  Heck by the time the one I have is grown, I'll be half dead.  So a dog it is. My friend who was my very first real boyfriend and first love, David Durden.  Still love ya today David but I love your wife too! Well David and his lovely wife Lisa adopt Pit Bull Terriers.  He has been telling me all the wonderful stories of his great dogs.  They are Harpo, Queenie ( Lisa's dog and don't forget it), Pibbles and Fate. ( Fate is an American Bulldog but you know he's lumped into the group) 

I know I know, I heard all the rumors of ignorance.  Pit Bulls are mean, Pit Bulls will eat your children, Pit Bulls can turn, Pit Bulls have locking jaws ( myth by the way ) Pits are mean and are only owned by drug dealers and Michael Vick ( the slime ).  Well I started to research and think about it.  I went to the East Tennessee Pit Bull Rescue site ( love ya Wendy ).  OMG OMG they are so cute.  I read all the page about the litte rascals dog and the army decorated dog.   I read about that slime ball Micheal Vick and how his dogs were now therapy dogs and companion dogs.  I got to thinking.  Everyone deserves a chance right. 

So Hubbs and I were sitting on the couch one night watching animal planet.  The special that night was on Chow Chows and the correct persons to parent these fluff balls.  Turns out we didn't fit any of the criteria.  Seems Chows are mean and will eat your face off too.  Don't tell Judgie I don't think its occurred to him yet.
Well I looked at Hubbs and said all I want for Christmas is a dog.  ( don't think i wasn't looking all pitiful ).  He said oh fine lets go look at the shelter for a small dog.  Now you know me I don't want a small fuzzy ball.   Now, really I'm fat and Hubbs is portly and well small dogs just don't fit with my life.  I want a big dog, I want a dog that says >>>> I'm King of this here house and I will eat you.  For now,  I agreed OK.  ( right )

So about a week passes and Hubbs forgets the convo.  Well I said ummmm Honey I think I want a Pit Bull from the Rescue in Tennessee.  His head kinda spun and he said ummm NO.  So It was on!  I searched the East Tennessee Pit Bull Rescue site and found Rosie. OMG Rosie was so great she was beautiful.  So the campaign was on.  I posted Rosie's picture on his profile and said this is all I want for Christmas.  Then I put her on my profile and attached a status like this "This is Rosie, She's all I want for Christmas and Bill said no, Please help me".

Well low and behold he was bombarded.  His page filled up.  He kept saying no.  Now I know he was wavering cause he said "just do whatever you want, you will anyway".  He was kinda pissy.  So I began printing research.  He was finding it everywhere.  He would come in and sit on the couch and as soon as I heard the cushions, I would scream OMG come look at this one!

This went on for oh a week.  I had David call him.  I had David email him.  He was wearing down.  Now I didn't want to do just whatever I wanted to do ... I had to make him think he picked Rosie. 

Well me and FB did it.  Hubbs said Denna call those people in Tennessee and get a dog. WOOOOOHOOOOOoo so I called and I wanted Rosie.  Good news she was able to be adopted, BUT (theres always a but) they were not sure Rosie was good with cats.  So they took her to put her to the Cat test.  She failed.  I was so bummed.  There was Gracie a puppy but well theres a back story there and I really didn't want a puppy.  They also were very honest and told me puppies temperament could sometime change.  I really wanted and older dog anyway.  I saw Sierra.  She was bundle of muscle and her picture was really not that good.  I told them Cat test her and we will see. 

ETPBR downloaded me some new pictures with Santa.  SOLD! I'll take her.  So now we have to figure out how to get her to Texas.  Now lots of well meaning friends LARK, called me and said ummmmm this shelter has a pit .. this shelter has a pit... but I wanted to help my Tennessee People.  I trusted David and knew he would not steer me wrong.  I was taking Sierra and there was nothing going to talk me out of it.  Not people who knew people who knew a cousin who had a pit that ate great aunt Edna's face off.  NO, I was having non of it! I wanted her and she was mine. 

So god love the Tennessee folk.  A friend of the rescue Transported Sierra to David and Lisa's house.  (which was overrun with dogs) She was going to be there 5 days.  Well my sparklie darling was going to Tennessee for Christmas and she was going to bring her home.  Well she decided to stay almost 3 weeks.  GOD BLESS DAVID, LISA and Cid.  They were stuck with the precious darlin for longer than we planned.  Well I called everyday almost. I'm sure they stood at the answering machine saying "its her you answer, noooooooooooooo she's your friend you answer!"  They were sweeties though and always answered well almost always.  :) 

The day comes, Sierra is coming to Texas.  Sparklie's real daddy calls and says ... "is this dog dangerous".  I said no good god, would I put my baby girl in danger?  What I really should have said was ummm yep she's gonna eat her face off, lets hope Sierra can see to drive.

Sparklie called and she was kinda nervous because she heard all the stories about Pit Bulls eating children and so on and so forth.  I said you not a child anymore.  They only gnaw on small kids. BRING MY DOG!

I get a call about 5 hours later. I hear this OMG MOM, I'm thinking OH HELL she has eaten her face right off. NOPE seems sparklie was feeding Sierra a hamburger from McDonald's and well she wanted to eat in Sparklies lap.  So when she tried to get in Sparklies lap she hit the car into netural.  Well sparklie sweet baby could not figure out why her car would not go when she was pushing the accelerator to the floor and it was sounding like a race car.  WHEW! I can solve this.  I told her to pull over and put the car in drive.  Those of you who know Sparklie will appreciate that.

So they finally arrive and I'm kinda nervous.  Now I know that Sierra is not going to eat my kids but will she like Judge.  Judge has been here for 8 years and he's not going away.  She has to like him.  Well hell! he hated her.  Right off the bat.  She came running in like "I'm HERE I'm HERE long drive long drive got to pee got to pee".  Judge just looked at me like ummmmWHAT THE HELL! He growled at her and she sniffed his hiney and he growled again and went to my room and sat on the bed.  He was saying I'm KING you not welcome.

So Sierra says ok and she decided who she would love right then.  MR. DO NOT WANT A PIT BULL THEY MIGHT EAT OUR FACE OFF.  Oh yeah, she climbed right up in his lap and licked his face and he was hoooked.  I do mean HOOKED!  I said, oh so Mr. I don't want a pit bull now has taken my dog.  DAMN IT!



Bill, Sierra, and Judgie

 So here we are.  We have a shiny new crate.  For this wonderful dog.  We bought this so Sierra would have a place to sleep at night. UMMMM HUMMMM, well Sierra sleeps with Hubby.  Let me correct.  She spoons and puts her head on his shoulder.  I said to him ... umm is that drool on your neck there, he said umm (sheepishly) she could be just trying to eat my face off.  OH man!  So Sierra is now the love bug of the family.  She sits on the couch with her daddy, she sleeps with her daddy and if he's not around well I guess Jack will do.  She loves Jack and if they aren't into loving on her that moment well then she has to settle for me.  FIGURES! I told him last week welll so the man who did not want a PIT BULL is sleeping with one.  I look between us in the bed and she looks up at me like ummm "whut".

We are now the house hold of the dogs.  Judge and Sierra run the place.  Now really I run the place and Judge and Sierra know this. I'm the Meany, dad is the pushover and Jack well he's the playmate.

We have had one fatality.  Sierra did eat a face off.  Seems Jessie the rootenest tootenest Cowgirl around, well her face is the same consistency of a Kong chew toy.  There is not enough super glue in the world to fix that!  So all in all no one has died.  Well Jessie may never recover and there are some decapitated army men.  No really blood spill though.  She goes to pet smart and get this SHE is scared to death of the freaking poodles.  They yip and she goes the other way.  We are now a family who owns a  pit bull terrier named Sierra! This family at this point can say will never ever own any other breed!



Jack (dressed and sherriff Woody) and Sierra



Sparklie and Sierra



Check out the East Tennessee Pit Bull Rescue site, wonderful people educating ignorant folks like me.  LOVE A BULLIE!

just arriving

Judgie!

Jack and Sierra

HOOKED I TELL YOU



Jack and Sierra

Sparklie, Jack and Sierra all on her new pillow

P.S. Rosie and Gracie are still at the rescue!