Guns, Dad, Remembering (and making new memories)

2012/06/17 Gayle 1

I remember when I learned to shoot a gun. My dad taught me with a Daisy BB gun. I am relatively sure I had just gotten her for Christmas or my birthday, I honestly can’t remember. I still have her and I actually have her sitting in my lap as I write today. The model 86/70 was first introduced to the market in 1970 and as I recall it was the latest and greatest when I got her. That BB gun spent many hours roaming the woods with me as a kid. It accompanied many ‘hunting trips’ and ‘Army’ games. It was a trusty companion. It fits into many of my childhood memories; like the time I tried to teach Christy Vernon to shoot and The rest of the story

My Dog ate a Sock and All I got was a Vet Bill

2012/05/16 Gayle 2

For years I have heard of people whose dog ate weird things. Some of them ate those things over and over. I judged those people. I thought – HOW could that happen? Can you not pick up? Should you even have a dog? BAD PARENTS (shaking finger) Bad Bad parents! And then, it happened to me! I have no doubt people are thinking – HOW could that happen? Can you not pick up? Should you even have a dog? BAD PARENTS (shaking finger) Bad Bad parents! I am there with you! The first time Marshall ‘ate something’ and it turned out to be a sock, we decided Diane at DogTrain might be right and he needed to be crated except when we were ‘eyes on The rest of the story

Let’s encourage each other!

2012/03/14 Gayle 0

I am pretty sure any glimmer of light I may see in the tunnel is just an on coming train!

What I want to do is curl into a fetal position and eat Oreos and wait for the last straw.

Milestones

2012/03/10 Gayle 0

We measure the progression of life by milestones. We count birthdays, anniversaries, and celebrate big on round numbers. We notice the odometer on our vehicles and ‘mark’ major round numbers (today my truck will pass 123,000). If you tweet, you probably notice your number of tweets or followers. And if you blog no doubt you notice the number of blog posts. A couple of days ago I wrote a post about my grandmother and knowing about the past. I was thrilled when I realized I had written that post on International Women’s Day. On the day I paid tribute to a strong matriarchal figure in my life was the same day we celebrated Women around the world. Then as things sometimes do, there was a The rest of the story

It’s Public – Wash Your Hands (a rant)

2012/03/07 Gayle 0

Frequently on Tuesday nights I have dinner with a friend. We laugh, we talk, and this can (and often does) go on for hours! Last night was just such an occasion! It was a great time with an amazing friend! Nevertheless, as you might imagine after sitting in a restaurant for quite sometime, I needed to use the facilities. First let me say, I HATE PUBLIC RESTROOMS (there is nothing restful about them).  Often when I am forced to avail myself of these microcosms of germs and annoying people, I find at least one patron who DOESN’T WASH THEIR HANDS! How does anyone in this day and age of information not wash up after using a public restroom? Which takes me to my topic for today – The rest of the story

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