Pull Together. It’s Over…

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Can we just… not?

A few weeks ago, I had to take a social media break, simply because there was just too danged much hate on FaceBook and Twitter.

I went back last week. Most of what I found was puppy videos and recipes, or tweets from my sister asking me about sugar-free coffee syrups.

That all changed for me today after the President’s speech in Florida last night. A couple of my friends had posted about their standing with Sweden. I’d been outside most of the day, because in in the greater Goldsboro area, the weather was perfect for sitting outside reading a novel.

I saw the Sweden posts and thought I’d missed the news on another terrorist attack. So I surfed over to my local go-to news site. What I found was the AP articles on how Trump spoke about something refugee-related in Sweden during last night’s rally. Now, I listened to the rally while I was making dinner, but I heard (though didn’t catch) the part about Sweden’s refugee issue. And I REALLY didn’t catch the part about Friday night in Sweden. Sue me.

I don’t feel the need to go further into the situation, because if you are following the news, you know what I am talking about.

That said? O.M.G., people! Get over yourselves.

Look, I voted for President Obama in 2008. I did not vote for him in 2012, but I also did not take to the streets or social media to outcry my displeasure about him or the outcome of the latter election.

What I did do, however, was support our POTUS, even though I didn’t agree with some of the things he said/did. I never once posted about what I disagreed with. As an Air Force wife for 18 years, I supported our Commander in Chief, because that is just what you do as a military wife. I supported Clinton during those days when my friends’ husbands were victims of the reduction in force. He was the POTUS, and as such, I supported him. Blind faith? Maybe, but I did what we, as armed forces personnel and their spouses were supposed to do!

Perhaps it was blind faith, but as an American, I chose to overlook what I disagreed with in the hopes that things would get better. My ex retired from the Air Force after twenty years of service.

Because I am old-school, I am mortified at the media’s slaying of our current POTUS. I am surprised at the level of hate for this guy. Is he rogue? Probably. Is he making things happen? Yes, yes he is.

Facebook, on the other hand? No such respect. I get if you don’t like the POTUS, but personal attacks? That just sucks. When second term Obama supporters were online touting how amazing he was, they were not being executed on social media by their hard right friends. Just the opposite. We sat back on our haunches and let our friends have their say. (And for the record? I am neither hard right or left. I am just your old-fashioned run-of-the-mill moderate.)

Not so much, now. Let me just put it out there that I, as a moderate, in fact, voted for Donald Trump.

That being said? I am am not anti-Black. I am not anti-Mexican. I am not anti-gay or LGBTQ. I love everyone. I don’t care about your race, sexual preference, or gender-identification. If you screw with me, I’m going to dislike you because of your actions, not because of any group you identify with.

I supervise a department where one employee and I are the only white people. I don’t see it, though. We are family and we all bleed red. I have never seen color. I was raised that way, yet I have been accused of being against blacks because I went to a Trump rally (and that was NOT in my current department, for the record). Yeah. Guess again, folks. I am for Americans and I really don’t give a fat rat’s ass what color you are. Green? Are you American? I have your back. Purple? Same. Brown? Black? Red? Yellow? Blue? Same for all. Colors make a rainbow, and rainbows are beautiful.

Please do not hate me because of who I voted for. I voted for all the colors. I voted for the rainbow, and take that how you will, because I am also pro same-sex marriage, because love is love, no matter the color or gender.

I have also seen sound/video bites of people whe have seriously ditched friends that have “voted wrong.” Seriously? Is there such a thing as “voting wrong” in America? If so, I am obs in the wrong country.

Until next time…

End of Week Wrap-Up

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That pretty much sums up Valentine’s Day ’17.

Because I am too lazy to actually get up and go sit in front of the computer, I am blogging from my tablet in the gas-heated pool house. Now, before you think we hit the jackpot, let me just say it is a propane tank with a heater unit attached, lol!

After posting Monday evening’s blog, I went to bed shortly thereafter, all excited at the prospect of a normal V-Day, for a change.

I woke up Tuesday morning with a nasty headache and wicked sore throat. I went on in to the office, only to be sent home after seeing the nice folks at Employee Health, after having a throat culture done. *gag*

No strep, thankfully, but had a virus that kept me out of work for three days. Because Valentine’s Day. 🤧

That aside, I went back to work this morning to knock out my operating budget. Because I changed departments, I had to add a new line item for my salary. For this, I needed a job code. My last one was SS-something or other. My new one would be CT-something. I called HR and found out my new job description hasn’t been done, which means the job code and title aren’t there, either. 😂 I’m title-less!

One of my team, I found out, has won this month’s Heart of the Hospital award! This means a picture of him holding the coveted glass heart, framed and hanging in the cafeteria. It means said pic on the electronic billboard on the main drag. It is a write-up in the weekly newsletter. He is going to wear his burgundy scrub top to represent. Now, you have to understand that this team always felt like red-headed step-kids at our facility. Oxygen canisters in the wrong place? Blame burgundy. Stretcher linens not bagged right? Blame burgundy. Tank holders on top of soiled linen carts? Blame burgundy. This month? Going above and beyond, helping everyone he sees? Compassionate and polite? That’s right! BLAME BURGUNDY, because that is how we roll!

Along about quitting time, some of the girls and I were talking about growing up and staying in the same town. I, of course, know nothing about this. This lead to a conversation about the clothing styles from back in the day. I have asked everyone who can put their hands on a yearbook to bring one in, next week. Not only will it be cool to see what everyone looked like back in the day, I think, too, that it will be fun to see the styles from the different generations. A few of us graduated in 82-83, a few before, and most after.

This should be a really fun way to get to know each other a little bit better. The teams that play together, stay together. Or at least will have a good time laughing at each other’s pictures and reminiscing about the old days.

Until next time…

The Hangover Chronicles; And an Award…

Initially, I had intended to apologize for my rant-y, vent-y, vodka induced woe-is-me last post. Then it dawned on me.

My blog, my rules (I read that on one of the blogs I follow), so no apologies. Because, yeah. My blog, my rules, my thoughts, my feelings…But I will preface a rant with a warning, and I’m glad that actually steered someone away from that particular post. 🙂 You’re welcome. 😉

I blog what I feel, and if I need to whine/vent/rage/cry, then I’m going to do it, because in doing so? I may save a life or a knuckle, ha ha. 😉 Oh, and I know the importance of healthy knuckles, because, during my pool cleaning adventure today, I came across the spider from hell and ended up bashing a knuckle against the step-rail as I jumped back from the huge (ok, maybe he was an inch long; maybe he was a foot) creature that came crawling at me. //shudder// and //owwwww!// But it IS a lovely shade of purple, which is my favorite color, so there’s that… 😉

I took yesterday off as a “Stay Under My Rock” day. I didn’t move from the couch much. I caught up on my favorite shows, downed some popcorn (one of my favorite snacks, next to crack-flower seeds), and basically sat around feeling sorry for myself. I allowed myself ONE DAY…Over. Period.

I got up at oh-dark-thirty today and watched World War Z and found that a good world-ending zombie flick has a way of putting things in perspective. So I put my big girl panties back on, and did what needed to be done around here.

Now I am going to thank my brother from another mother (sorry, cliche, LOL), Rob. He sent over another award while I was starting this post, soooo… Read on:

Rob put me and my sorry ass up for the WordPress Family Award.  Rob’s blog makes me laugh and think. He’s also diet-aware (and I like to surround myself with like minds), wine-aware (I like to surround myself with like minds), and creative (did I mention that I like to surround myself with like minds?) His music is amazing! As part of my accepting this nomination, I have agree to fulfill these obligations:
1. Display the award logo on your blog. (I’ve included it in my awardsslideshow on my blog and below:)

Thanks, Rob!!!

Thanks, Rob!!!


2. Link back to the person who nominated you. (done!)

3. Nominate 10 others you see as having an impact on your WordPress experience and family (Going there in a paragraph or two…)

4. Let your 10 Family members know you have awarded them (Give me a few, dammit!)

5. That is it. Just please pick 10 people that have taken you as a friend, and spread the love. (There are more than ten, I think, but I’m going to hit up a mix of new and old friends that would also fit right into my real life family. Some of you even put the FUN in dysfunctional, LOL…) Also, I totally understand if  you are busy and can’t or choose not to participate. I just want to let you all know that I read you, see your comments, and take notice out here.
Not in any particular order….
1.)  Lisa at Lisa Macy Coaching – Lisa always has an uplifting and encouraging word for me, no matter what.
2.) Jill at Jill Weatherholt – She’s a creative, and her mind seems to go in the same directions as mine, so there’s that whole kindred spirit-thing going on. 😉
3.) Robin at Witless Dating After Fifty – Robin is my newly adopted big sister, which is refreshing, because I’ve always been the big sister, and we relate to the same things on many levels. ❤
4.) That anonymous blogger whose life is more daring than even my fantasies at The Shit Show That Is My Life  – She’s that cousin that doesn’t coddle me. Thanks for the “real,” Lady! 😉
5.) Aussa over at Hacker. Ninja. Hooker. Spy. – Girl, I know you don’t do awards, but I have to give you a shout out because – hospital settings, and you just “get it” LOL….You have a ScrewLucy, so that’s bonafide family. 😉
6.) Skwarl at There’s a Squirrel in My Blog – Because she really is family. 🙂 Plus she trusts me to train her. 😉
7.) CookieCakes at Cordelia’s Mom – When I read her blogs, sometimes it seems like I’m reading what is inside my head. Please don’t hold that against her. 😉
8.)  Janey over at Cupid or Cats – She makes me proud that I married an Irish guy. That makes us in-laws in a way, right?
9.) Mother Hen at the Mother Hen Diaries  – Just good reading. I could SO see here with a cup of coffee and homemade coffee cake at the table with Grandma, Mom, and me. 🙂
10.) That sweet blogger over at I Prefer Deep Blues and Sea Foam Greens – She is the niece I wish I had. My r/l sister doesn’t have kids, soooooo….
Here are the rules:

The rules of this award are:
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. Nominate 10 others you see as having an impact on your WordPress experience and family.
4. Let your 10 Family members know you have awarded them.
5. That is it. Just please pick 10 people that have taken you as a friend, and spread the love.