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Done Many Dumb Things…But No.

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Have you ever broken a bone?

I’ve never actually truly broken a bone. I’ve been hurt. Severely hurt, but it’s never been broken.

I can think back through my childhood and remember sprains and deep bruises, and torn muscles. But no broken bones.

I wore roller blades in the house without a helmet on the second story, and fell down the stairs. But miraculously I was okay.

I tried the “sledding” when on a skateboard with my dog towing me, and she went so fast I fell off the skateboard and scraped almost all my skin off my limbs but no broken bones.

Swimming, I hit someone in the head with my thumb so hard they got a huge bruise, and my thumb throbbed, but no broken bones.

I ran into a teammates shoulder (with my face) and got my lip pressed into my braces. Lots of blood but nothing broke. Not even the braces.

I punched myself in the face with a paint scraper. Gave myself a minor concussion and lost some blood. An Ambulance had to come and take me to the hospital because I passed out while standing. But no broken bones.

I hurt my back enough that it stopped my swimming career, but the doctors couldn’t find the culprit.

There’s several more things. I know I sprained the same elbow more than four times. But it was never enough to break any bones.

Probably why my kids are so resilient. Their bones are strong like their mama.

I guess the only time it might have counted was when I was really little. I don’t know exactly what age…eight…ten…? Something like that. Just imagine two brothers and one sister. Plus two hula hoops over lapped. The brothers were on the outside, the sister (me) in the middle. The brothers begin to play tug-o-war. The sister trips and falls, and the brothers fall on top of her. Which causes the sister to bust up her lip and twist and chip a tooth. So much blood.

I still have it to this day. I could get it capped but it doesn’t bother me. It also has memories. Yes, some bad memories, but also I remember playing with my brothers. That day was almost twenty years ago. Wow. Time does fly.

So I guess I did break something. One tooth. I’m doing pretty good for being a adventurous child. I did so many dumb things in the past.

Enjoy your Sunday!! I will be having a quiet peaceful Sunday with my kiddos. ❤️ Also!

Happy Birthday Mama!!! 💕

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By: emily2jane
5-19-24
Adventures, Creativity, Short Stories

Short Story #5

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“I don’t know why he wanted to be foster parents if all he was going to do was use me as a punching bag,” I gathered up my belongings as fast as possible and left through the back door. My face was black and blue. My body was screaming at me in pain; but this was finally the last time.

Social workers can’t do anything until abusive behavior has been reported three times. At least here in Arlington. ‘Right. I need to find a pay phone.’

I must look awful; more than last time; because the staring and pointing seems to be tenfold. I’m just surprised that no one has come to ask if I was okay. Does my face being black and blue make me seem older than seventeen?

It does. Because I had found a pay phone and I checked my reflection. I looked awful. I could see where his fists had made contact. Where the glass had slashed my cheek bone. The giant egg bump forming on my head from the door frame…so it was understandable that no one approached me. I wouldn’t approach me.

“Hello! Hello? Mrs. Howed.” She has accepted the call, but she wasn’t speaking.

“This is Mrs. Howed with social services; how may I help you?”

Finally. “Mrs. Howed. It’s me Cathy. He did it again. Actually worst this time. I’m at a gas station just out of Arlington. Can you send someone to pick me up. Also some police to that house.” I was met with silence. “Hello? Hello!?!”

“Sorry Cathy. And oh no what do I do. Jefferson is being dropped off there tonight.”

‘No. Jefferson will be gone in five minutes. Unless Carl has fallen asleep from the alcohol. That would be the best scenario.’ “Can’t you call them to come back?!?”

“Sadly no. New policy is they cannot have phones while driving foster kids to homes. Incase of stealing or accidents. But I’ll send Mark out too to intercept them at the house.”

That would take too long. Carl would just have to make contact with Jefferson’s head once and he would be a goner. ‘No. I had to get back to that house. But I was about an hour walk away.’ I looked around and thankfully I was at a gas station. And double thankfully it was packed. I just had to find one person to take me at least halfway. I could sprint running the other half if I had to.

I wandered through the vehicles. I couldn’t be picky. I had to ask everyone. All the responses were the same. “Sorry, not going that way. Sorry, we don’t pick up strangers. Sorry, no space.”

I would have been willing to stow away in the trunk. I just had to get back to that house. Then as if all hope was lost, I saw a large van parked outside the convince store. I should be able to fit in there. If this one didn’t work, then I would just have to start running.

If an old sketchy man came up to the van then I was not going to open that can of worms. I might experience a similar situation. But thankfully a young guy, maybe older than me, was walking up to the van.

“Please help me. I need to get back to Arlington. My foster parent beat me to a pulp. I got away. But I’ve now come to find out that they are going to drop off my little brother tonight. He’s only seven. If he gets hit he probably will die. Please take me back to that house?” I hadn’t planned to spill all of that. But I was desperate. I needed to start this journey now!

The guy just looked at me. Shock was all I could see on his face. Probably from my outburst suddenly, but also my appearance. I was worried I had shocked him so much that he was in shock; I waved my hand in front of his face. “Hello?”

He came to. “Sorry. You caught me off guard. Where are you heading? Arlington?”

I nodded.

“Okay. Sure. That works. Let me see how to fit you.” the guy walked over to his van and threw open the sliding door.

There were several seats. So he must have passengers. “Sorry. I didn’t realize your van was meant for passengers. I’ll just start running back.” I turned away, “Thank you for trying to help.” I called back as I started my long run back to the awful house.

…

How long have I been running. My whole body is on fire. I’ve got to be almost there, right? I hadn’t been paying too close attention. I was just keeping an eye out for Kenmore St. But I hadn’t seen in yet. I checked the street sign above me, and it said, Carmichael Blvd. ‘What!?! I had only run three blocks from the gas station! Was it because I was in so much pain that it seems like I’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. But it’s really only been five.’ I dropped to the ground. This was impossible. ‘I’m going to loose my only family tonight.’

“Hey!”

It was the guy from the gas station. He was pulling up beside me. Now he was out of the van and beside me. ‘Oh, no. I was having an out of body experience. Meaning I was about to pass out.’ I reached out and clasped onto him, “Kenmore St. Please. Hurry!” I was out.

…

It couldn’t have been long. But at least I was mobile. My body bounced along with the vehicle. I opened my eyes and I took in my surroundings. I was in the passenger seat. There were voices all around me. Right. That guy had been there. I turned to my left and there he sat. he was driving the van. The van that I was now in. ‘Pain. I felt pain everywhere. Jefferson can’t experience this pain. Jefferson!!’

I bolted up. ‘Ouch!’ I held onto my rib cage. “Where are we going?” I whispered out.

“Oh. Your awake,” the guy beside me smiled. He seemed to relax. “Hey guys, she’s awake!” He called behind him.

‘Guys?’ I turned and looked behind me. The van was jammed packed full of musical instruments and maybe 10 guys. They all seemed to be older than me. And they looked so uncomfortable; squeezed together into the jammed packed van. I felt sorry for them, but I was grateful. ‘Right. Where we’re going?’

“Where are we going,” I turned back to guy beside me?

“All you said was Kenmore St. And since you were heading West I assumed it was the West Kenmore. But because of traffic and accidents, I’m going a round about way.” As he spoke he kept turning at different blocks.

I had to just trust him. He could be taking me to a remote location but I’m going to trust he was helping me. I relaxed into my seat.

“Do you need anything? Hey Max. Send the first aid pack up here.”

I looked behind me and the sea of guys behind me squirmed trying to get to the trunk. “You don’t have to…”

“No problem at all, miss.” One of the guys called back. “If Jack says to get something, we listen.”

‘Jack. That was his name.’ I will have to treat them to a meal after all of this. From the back seat they handed me the first aid kit. I opened up the mirror above me and gasped. I looked awful. My eye was so swollen that I was amazed I could still see with it. My cheek bone had a huge slash in it with dried blood all over my cheek and neck. My other eye was not swollen but it was turning a dark purple. I’m surprised they were willing to help me. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and got to work.

The first aid kit had everything. I was about to start but, “Does anyone have an iPhone?”

Jack dug out his phone. He handed it to me. “Password is 0023.”

Wow. He trusted me enough for that. Actually he could always change his passcode after I leave. I unlocked the phone and went to camera. I took a few selfies. I needed proof for court. “Sorry. I need the pictures for proof. For court. I need to get my current Forster parent off the list. This is the third time this has happened. After the third time, I can make a legal claim and get him off the list of possible foster homes.” I had begun to clean my face.

“This has happened three times?!?” Jack yelled. And the back of the van fell silent. “You’ve experienced this two other times? Were they just as bad as this time?”

“No. The first time, Carl just threw me into a coffee table and I bruised four ribs. The second time he got super drunk and decided to beat me up. Only to my body. Because it’s harder to be seen. But this time it seems like he didn’t care. And I have no idea why he attacked me tonight.”

All the guys around me were silent. They probably all were from good homes; and never heard that these things happen. Jack was starting to tense beside me.

I touched his shoulder. “Thank you Jack. You helped me when I needed it. You are saving my brother’s life. I need to get there in time. You are saving me.”

Jack’s body relaxed under my touch. “I’m sorry you have had to go through this. No one should ever go through this. Especially multiple times. The law is wrong.”

Silence filled the van once again. I finished cleaning up my face. Except for my swollen eye I looked ten times better. I looked somewhat normal. “Please keep talking back there. The noise keeps my mind from wandering.”

Thankfully the guys behind me erupted into loud talking. It did relax me.

We were coming up to the house. My nerves were alive again. What if we were too late. What if Carl is still awake. What if he attacks me again. What if…

“We are coming in or at least up to the house with you,” Jack said interrupting my thoughts. “There’s no way we are letting anyone touch you ever again.” The guys behind me erupted in a big, “Yeah!”

“I don’t want to trouble you all. And I don’t want Carl to hurt any of you either.”

“Don’t worry,” Jack smirked. “A few of us have boxing, wrestling, and karate in our backgrounds. “But even if we are the ones getting hurt. At least it’s not you.”

“Okay. Thanks. But still all of you call your parents and let them know what’s happening. The more that know the situation, the less likely Carl will have to throw blame elsewhere.” The sea of guys behind me did as I said. “You too Jack,” handing him back his phone.

The house. It was dark. I didn’t see a vehicle in front. So either Jefferson is not here or he was left. ‘Oh no.’ I threw open my passenger door to sprint to the house.

“Wait!” Jack yelled and ran around the van to stop me. “No! They will go. You will stay.” He held onto me firmly.

I tried to free myself. I needed to save my brother.

“Cathy. Look at me,” Jack still held me firm in place. “Look at me.”

I looked up into his eyes. They were pleading with me. I only nodded.

“Guys go and find the kid. Stop whatever is happening. But don’t go too overboard.” Jack directed the guys.

Suddenly there was a shatter sound. Like something glass being thrown against a wall.

My body went alert and I tried to get to the house. But Jack just pulled me into his embrace and held me there. Not letting me move. The sea of guys sprinted into the house. I just stood there grabbing onto Jack’s jacket, sobbing into his shoulder. Repeating one thing through my mind. “Please save him. Please save him. Please…”

–8 Months Later–

Well many things have changed since that day. Jefferson had been dropped off. Carl I guess had disguised himself enough to convince the social worker he was fit for duty. And that was only moments before we arrived. And the glass shattering noise was actually Jefferson trying to keep Carl away. Then the sea of guys entered the house and took Carl down before he could retaliate. Max had carried Jefferson out to me. When he was finally placed in my arms I collapsed onto the pavement. Jack had stayed by my side the whole time.

But now. Jefferson and I have been almost adopted into a new family. Max’s family. They had been on a wait list for being foster parents. And after that day Max’s mom took us in. They are now in the process of fully adopting us. My family is growing once again.

The sea of guys from the van were now my friends. They were all coming from a band concert that day. So I of course decided to join the dance group that preforms with the band occasionally. So I get to hang out with the guys all the time. They all act like my older brothers.

And Jack. Well as you probably guessed, we are dating. After I got into the same college; things just morphed into dating.

Life is just beginning for me. Age eighteen, new family, boyfriend, college, friends, and a future. I’m set for life.

The End

Adventures, Creativity, Life As A Mama, Reflections

Strange Thought Today…

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I feel like I wasted a few hours binge watching a show. It was a current modern show. About a girl finding love young. 16. And she made so many mistakes. I don’t know if it’s because I’m older, or I was 16 once, but I couldn’t enjoy the show. That as I watched it I was hoping she would change. But she kept making mistakes.

And then when she was at the crossroads moment; she calls her mom for advice and her mom says, “I want you to have several loves before settling on the one”…wow. The mom could have done some good parenting and helped her daughter, but instead gave her the worst advice. My advice would have been, “don’t decide anything now. You are still young. Just leave it alone and just live life dating free, until you figure out who you are and what you want.”

Is that so difficult. Maybe I’m naive. I know I didn’t listen to my mom’s advice when I was 16. But as a mama now, I would tell my daughter the deep hard stuff. Even if all she wants is a pat on the back. Because to me that’s not good parenting.

When I started the show I had this thought. “Maybe I’ll use this show as an example to my daughter in the future.” Show her that you don’t need to date at 16. That it is better to wait. I wish I had. I wish my husband had been my first love. He was my first real true love.

But that thought is gone. As the show continued the girl kept going against my views on life. Now it just makes me worried about the future. But I have to trust that my husband and I will continue to do good parenting. That my daughter will know what is important in life.

Also for my son. The boys in the show were not the greatest. But they too didn’t have great parenting. I want to parent my son so that he knows how to treat women in his future.

I’m terrified of them growing up. Also them growing up in today’s world. The world is going crazy! But I will continue to educate my kiddos on morals and character.

But I have a piece of hope for them. My kiddos are strong-willed, stubborn, intelligent, but still warm with love. And I hope they continue to be that way. Because they will not be bullied into changing their points of views. I know that may come back to bite me, but I want them prepared for whatever their world will look like.

This is just a worried mama post. Haha! Enjoy your weekend. I’m going to be staying away from new shows. They always disappoint me. This was the first new thing I’ve watched since 2017. That was the last time I saw a movie in a theater. I’ll just stick to what I like and watch the same things over and over again.

Another random question to think about. I saw a short video on someone asking this question. “What was the last movie you saw in theaters that the entire audience applauded?”I can only remember 2 movies; they left a strong impression on me. Spoilers.

#1 Star Wars: The Last Jedi. The moment Luke Skywalker dusts off his shoulder. That moment was epic. The audience erupted!! It was a moment to remember. This was the last movie I saw at a theater.

#2 Harry Potter: The Deathly Hallows Part 2. The audience erupted at the start. I went opening night. It was amazing!! But then also when He Who Must Not Be Named (trying to not spoil) died. The moment it happened everyone screamed or WHOO! at the screen. Again epic!

But that is the last time I remember it happened. As you read in a previous post I like a wide range of movies. But it’s been a while since I was wowed!!

Just think to yourself. What was yours??

Adventures, Daily Prompts, Reflections

Sammy Part 2

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Sammy Part 1:

Favorite Animals

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I drove with my mom to go pick up Sammy from the pound. I was still buzzing with excitement.

We had the yard prepared. Her dog house was in the back back yard. Her “pooping area” was hopefully back there as well. It was actually a substantial sized yard for a dog.

But I don’t know what I was expecting, when I finally got her. But as she waddled out of the pound she looked groggy. That was due to the shots and procedure. But the moment she recognized me she was waddling a little faster and licked my hand once beside me.

She remembered me. She was mine!

Instead of putting her in a crate I decided to have her in my lap. I thought crating her would be to traumatic for her. I sat down and then called for her to get in the car too. She was confused to say the least. So instead the backseat it was; which was a bench. Sammy didn’t fight me when I picked her up and placed her on the bench. I sat beside her; she crawled over enough to place her head on my lap. I scratched her ears the whole way home.

“Make sure you vacuum the car out afterwards,” mom said as we drove home.

“Of course, mom.”

Home. We were home. “Sammy, we are home.” Instead of having her walk I picked her up and carried her into the fence of the backyard. I placed her down and walked her around the yard. Letting her smell all the new smells. She wasn’t really interested in anything.

“Mom. I think she just needs a day. Or maybe a couple days to let the drugs wear off in her system. I’ll take her to her dog house, instead. I again scooped her up and carried her into the back back yard. I placed her in front of the dog house. It was a very spiffy dog house. I had gotten her a comfy pillow. It had been a little large but I made her a cocoon. She didn’t move. She just stood there frozen. So like any good owner I crawled into her dog house, circled a few times, and then laid down getting comfy. It was quite comfy. Getting back out was different story. How did my butt fit through the door in the first place. Haha! But I managed to get back out; and Sammy instantly copied what I had done. She laid down and then she was out. ‘Good girl.’

I had given her food around dinner time but she was still asleep. So I left it there and went to bed myself. But when I woke up I rushed outside to check on her. She was no where! She wasn’t in her dog house! Her food had not been touched! Oh no! I thought the worst. I thought she ran away.

“SAMMY!” I called!

And suddenly there were little pitter-pat feet coming towards me. Where had she been? But Sammy walked over to me and licked my fingers as a good morning. And she was smiling! Definitely smiling. It melted me heart.

“Let’s go eat some food, Sammy! Do you want to do that,” I walked back to her dog house. She followed and I showed her the bowl of food. She saw the food, and then it was gone! (I discovered I like the sound of dogs eating food; it was quite relaxing.) But again she was a smiling dog. She knew her spot. And it was to sit in front of me with her back pressed into my legs; waiting for her morning scratch. I gave it to her.

But then suddenly she perked up and she dashed off into the front back yard. ‘What?’ And I followed her. Someone was walking by the fence. And Sammy jumped up on the fence to say hello. She wasn’t barking, but instead she was smiling, waiting for scratches. ‘I picked a social dog.’ The woman walking was startled, but then saw me. She waved me over.

“Did you get a new dog?”

I didn’t know this woman. But, “Yes. I got her yesterday.”

She looked at Sammy who was still waiting for some love. “Can I?” Do you know?”

I didn’t know for sure, but I assumed. “I’m guessing she just wants some love, but I’m not completely sure. I assume she would be barking at you if she didn’t want you here, not here smiling at you.”

The woman decided to give Sammy some scratches behind the ear. Sammy leaned into her had and soaked up all the love she was getting. I think Sammy would have stayed in that position if the dog across the street didn’t start barking incessantly at the woman petting Sammy.

Sammy hopped down from the fence and just stood looking at the other dog. Not barking just looking.

“You picked a wonderful dog,” the woman said as she started to walk off.

“Thank you!” I beamed. I knew I had picked the right one. But for a stranger to say it, it just reaffirmed it for me. Sammy was the right one.

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I learned several things as time went on. Sammy did not want to be in the back back yard. She wanted to be closer to the fence, where people walked. Because anyone who walked by got big smiles from Sammy. She never barked at anyone. I take that back. She did not like skateboarders. Not matter where she was in the yard, she would sprint to the fence and bark until the skateboard was gone. Haha!

But other than that she was perfect. I gave her a bath the second day of having her. She did not like or appreciate the water. It was a battle to bathe her. But as time went on she didn’t fight me as much. I also brushed her. So that she wouldn’t look mangy. She was a beautiful dog. But to me she was a lab, husky, smidge chow mix.

Learned more things. Like you have to put pavers under the dog house. Because when it rains, if it’s on the ground, the water washes in and soaks the dog pillow. Blah! Another. Sammy hated lightning and fireworks. I lived in the back room of the house, so on those types of nights I had Sammy sleeping next to my bed. And she was the perfect dog. She just laid down. She didn’t wander. She didn’t mess with anything. Also she knew how to tell me she needed to go out. I would be dead asleep, and she would come lick my hand. I would wake up staring into Sammy’s eyes and she would walk over to the door, which led outside. She would stand there until I let her out. She would go do her business, come back to the door, and wait for me to say come back in. She would scurry back inside and find her spot again. I didn’t teach her that. Her previous owners must have.

She protected me from bees. I’m allergic to bees and when being outside I would suddenly gasp or scream because a bee was diving for me. (I don’t know what it is but bees chase me.) But Sammy would eat them for me! She was my protector as well.

She was the perfect dog.

Through the years we moved houses and lived in various cities. But Sammy always came. And the new yards became her domains. But she had less and less social time with people walking. The houses we moved into had privacy fences.

But then my nephews came along, we discovered that Sammy loved being a mama. She allowed my nephews to do everything to her. And she never retaliated . They would pull ears, try to ride her, pull her tail, and she would just sit there allowing it.

We also got kittens at one point. My brother’s cats got pregnant and we had 9 kittens. The mom cats died when the kittens were on hard food. But Sammy took the role. She would lay down and snuggle the kittens, she would lick the kittens clean, she would sleep with them. My dog as a perfect mama.

I continued to learn through the years. She was gentle. She was mischievous. She was delightful. She was my best friend. But she wasn’t just my dog. She was my family’s dog. My mom loved Sammy. My sisters who were not big dog people loved her. I ruined my family for having the perfect dog, because she couldn’t be replaced.

But then I got married, and we were going to move away. I wanted to take Sammy. Desperately! But it would have been a huge change for her. Her life would have changed so much that I didn’t want to make her depressed. So left her with my mom.

It broke my heart. But I didn’t want to ruin her. We had, had her already 11 years. She was old. She had slowed down. But she had also become everyone’s dog. So she wouldn’t have been too depressed me leaving.

Thankfully I got to travel down and see her before her final year. She got to meet my daughter. She licked her fingers. Just like she had done to me.

Every trip down I spent time with Sammy. But she was getting older and older. She had lost her hearing. She had trouble walking. But she was still smiling.

Then I got the call. The call that Sammy was in so much pain that she needed help to be done. I FaceTimed with her for a short visit. She smiled at me. But then she was gone.

We had her for 16 years. She was 17 when she passed. She had the best life. She was loved by so many, and she loved everyone back.

I had the perfect dog. I’m so happy I stuck to guns and was stubborn to get her. Because she was the best. ❤️

Young Sammy
Her last day 💕

She was still a beautiful sweetheart on her last day. I’m just bummed that my kiddos didn’t get to play with her. But I’m lucky to have had her growing up. I was the lucky one.

Adventures, Daily Prompts, Reflections

Favorite Animals

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What are your favorite animals?

#1 Easy. Dog. But for me is a very specific dog. My dog that sadly has passed away, Sammy.

Part 1

She was the best dog ever. And she is the dog I compare to.

I got her when I was thirteen from the pound. A funny-ish memory with my dad; that is a scarce thing. But my dad is the one who took me to the pound that day to pick out a dog. I had, had my eye on one; a golden retriever puppy. But sadly the puppy had to stay at the pound another 2 weeks before it could come home with me; that must have been too long because I moved on.

My dad had his own ideas about a dog he wanted a male German shepherd mix. A dog my mom specifically said not to get. That was my dad though. I of course, was not going to choose a dog against my mom, but I continued to walk through the pound in search of my dog. I knew I would know when I saw it.

I walked past each stall; getting more discouraged as I went. until I came up to one stall. The dog was black. A little fluffy. Mangy looking. The sign said lab chow mutt. I don’t know what it was, but I liked this dog. She was just sitting in the corner sleeping away. My dad tried to pull me away, but I stood rooted there. He continued on, and I still stood there looking at the dog.

I squatted down to be on her level when she woke up and almost fell over. The commotion must have woke her up, because suddenly there was a little dog head perked up looking at me. I saw sadness in her face. I was about to walk on, because I thought she was too skittish; but as if she knew, she stood up and slowly walked over to the fence and licked my fingers. It startled me. I had forgot I had my hand there. But she continued to lick my fingers.

I trusted her instantly. I shoved my fingers through the hole in the fence and began to scratch her ear. She almost my instantly collapsed into the fence and soaked up scratches. She pressed her side to the fence and I continued the petting session. I probably squatted there, petting her for almost 15min. I knew. This was my dog. My dad was still off somewhere looking At probably only German shepherds. But I continued to be squatted there scratching my dog. My dog Sammy. I previously had a different name picked out, but I still to this day have no idea what it was. But when I was petting her, I just said, “Good girl, Sammy.” And that was that. This was my dog Sammy.

Finally he came back. “Pop, I want this one.”

My dad looked at the dog , “I don’t think so, I found a really cute dog down the hallway. It’s ready to go home today and everything. Let’s go take a look,” he started to walk away.

I didn’t move; instead I struggled to stand up and pointed at Sammy, “No, I want this one.”

“No. This one looks mangy; probably she will attack you or run away the moment she comes to our home. Instead there is a good looking German shepherd puppy down the hallway. I’m sure you will like it,” he tried to get me to come with him.

“Nope. I’m good. I want this one.” I can be quite stubborn. Haha!

“But, I think you should keep your options open. This one might not be available today. Let’s continue to look. I’m not committed to any dog just yet. Not until you look at the other one.”

I knew that he was not going to be open to my dog until I looked at his…but I was not moving. Thankfully a worker came up to us and asked the question I was hoping for.

“Did you find a dog you liked?”

“No, we are….” My dad tried.

“Yes. This one.” And I pointed at Sammy.

The worker looked at me, then at Sammy, then at my dad, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m positive. I want this dog for my birthday.” Yeah I forgot that part. I was getting a dog for my birthday. My parents agreed I was old enough for a dog. So my dad brought me to find a dog. And I found her! “Can we start the process?”

“Oh. It’s for your birthday. Then of course you should get the dog you picked. Right, dad? If your daughter choose this one, and is adamant, you should trust her choice, right?”

Thank you worker. But oh! my dad is going to be pissed on the drive home. At the time I was terrified for the drive home, but not scared enough to give up on Sammy. My dad just nodded, but I knew he was not happy.

The worker grabbed the small sign and walked us to the office. I looked back and Sammy must have felt abandoned and walked slowly back to to her corner. ‘I’m coming back for you.’

We got to the office and the person in charge handed me a slip to fill out. The normal stuff, but I also got to put Sammy’s name on the line for name!! It was an exciting moment. But then came the time for paying. Thankfully my mom had planned ahead and gave me a $20 bill, because my mom knew that if my dad didn’t get his way he was not going to pay.

The worker said, “Okay, that will be $15. Who will be paying?”

As I expected my dad didn’t react; so I pulled out the $20 bill and said, “Of course me. It’s my dog after all.” It was done. She was mine. I fought for her!! They also let me sign on the dotted line since I payed.

Sammy would be ready in two days. They had to give her, her shots and spay her. But she was mine. It was done.

I thanked the workers and walked out of the office with my receipt. I was so proud, that I forgot all about my dad. I turned and he had not followed me out of the office.

I sung open the door and my dad just said, “maybe have that German shepherd puppy ready to go in two days too and maybe she will change her mind.”

I rolled me eyes. The workers looked uncomfortable. I yelled in the door. “No need. Sammy is all I want. Come on Pop, let’s go home and prepare the yard for Sammy.”

That ended the topic. Sammy was my dog. I would fight for her!!

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I know this post was meant for multiple animals, but Sammy is…well now, was my favorite. I think I’ll continue the story tomorrow. The story of Sammy is a fun one.

But now you got a glimpse into what my dad was like. I think this result only happened because I was his favorite child. Which sickens me. The only reason for that, was because he had control over my swimming. Also (not to brag) but I won races a lot. I gave him so much pride. He gave me too much pressure, but he didn’t care. Which is why I think he allowed my behavior that day. Because he needed me to continue to fuel his vain side in the future.

But I’m happy for that. For once in my life I was happy I was his favorite; because I did get the best dog that day!! My family would agree.

(Also I’m not against German Shepherds. I just for one didn’t want a male dog. I wanted a female. And German shepherds have lots of energy. I wanted a more mellow dog. I wanted a dog that would be content in our small backyard. Nothing against German shepherds.)

Part 2 to follow.

Sammy ❤️
The Best Dog Ever!
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Food. My Family Lives Food!

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What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals?

I’m going to stay away from holiday meals. Because Christmas and Thanksgiving to me are easy answers.

#1 I think one of my favorite meals is a big juicy steak. With some side of potatoes, corn, salad. But most importantly, we need the horseradish sauce. I like to make the sauce extra spicy. Where when you eat it, it clears your sinuses. But this meal is an easy one for me. I marinate the steak the night before. Then I make the side dishes, and the husband cooks the meat. I can make most things. But he does those dishes,I have trouble with, and they come out amazing. Steak, burgers, chocolate chip cookies, and biscuits.

#2 It’s a recent meal. I made beef enchiladas a couple weeks ago. And they were amazing!! I wish I had taken pictures and used it for a blog post. Maybe next time I will. But I also made the enchilada sauce from scratch too. And I think that made a huge difference. Another part that amazed me was, that my daughter ate it. She didn’t particularly like it, but she ate it. But that my son ate 1 and half enchiladas. I had 3…I’m a grown adult. He is not even 1 1/2 years old and he devoured them. The husband also took the leftovers for work. I was a little annoyed he took them; I wanted to eat them…

🤤

#3 Probably Orange Chicken. What’s funny about this meal is, it’s a staple in my entire family. At my mom’s house they also have this often. I just take it a step farther and I make everything from scratch. Not the sauce. I use the panda orange chicken sauce. It’s just so delicious. And less work for me. I always strive for that. Haha! But this is a meal that has transcended generations.

Like all the posts I could probably list more favorites, but I think I will leave these answers as the only answers. Because they are true.

Well I should get back in the kitchen. The husband worked yesterday so today is our Thanksgiving dinner day.

Have an amazing weekend!!

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Five colors.

Four painted hands.

Three crisp papers.

Two excited kiddos.

One wet brush.

That’s right! Thanksgiving Hand turkeys. I hope to do it every year. To see how their little hands grow every year! ❤️

Adventures, Creativity, Daily Prompts, Poetry, Word Of The Day

Word Of The Day: Foliage 10-14-23

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Synonyms: leaves, greenery, herbage, vegetation, leafage, etc.

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The sky is the deepest blue;

With every so often a cloud.

White, fluffy, and soft;

Flying for all to see.

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The air is crisper;

Sending chills down my spine.

Time for jackets;

And always warm hugs.

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The ground seems harder;

Impossible as it may seem.

Preparing for winter;

To withstand the feet of snow.

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The fluttering leaves have all disappeared.

The trees stand bare.

Only the pine trees;

Engulfing our home,

Still wear their greenery proudly.

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Today seemed like a poem day. It’s warmer today but thinking back two days ago it was cold enough that we had our first fire for the season.

I really love fall. Watching the trees change, watching the animals hide away. But also just watching God’s creations change. ❤️

Have a wonderful Monday!!

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“Yellow”
10-16-23

A picture from our many road-trips.

Adventures, Creativity, Life As A Mama

Do I Have to Admit This…

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What have you been putting off doing? Why?

Exercising. And teaching my daughter…

The latter is worse. But we’ve been so busy lately. My daughter is only four years old so I technically don’t have to be consistent until next September, but I’ve been trying to do some things before then. But “some” being the key word. It’s only occasionally and not at all consistent.

It’s difficult with my husband’s schedule being so funky. On his days off we do projects; so no school. On his night shifts I let my daughter spend the morning time with her daddy. And then the rest of the day is filled with our normal chores.

So I’m hoping to spend these next 11 months figuring things out.

But for me personally, it’s exercise. I want to get back into exercising, but again I never seem to have the time. And o know, most people say you always have a small window of time. True. But sleep is important.

Wake up. Wake daughter up. Make breakfast. Feed children. Eat my breakfast while cleaning up kitchen. 10-1pm on most days filled with playing with dad or a longer day until 3pm on projects. Also add in the middle my sons long nap time. 4pm let chickens out, and do outdoor chores or projects. Head back inside around 5:30pm. Start dinner. Finish dinner, eat. Watch a short educational show with kids. Start bedtime 7:30pm. In bed 9:30pm. Asleep by 10:30pm. Repeat. My days are the same all the time. So yes, maybe I could fit some exercise in there. And once it’s winter I will have more free time.

But for now my exercise is the projects I do. I’m constantly moving. Maybe even lifting things. So I think I’m good. I need to be able to stay fit for my kiddos. I don’t want to be a lump.

So yes, I’ve been putting these things off, but I’ve been trying to find different solutions that fit in my current schedule.

Have a wonderful Sunday! ❤️

Photography By: emily2jane
10-15-23
“Idaho Running River”

Adventures, Daily Prompts, Life As A Mama, Reflections

Holidays…

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How do you celebrate holidays?

All of our holidays have something in common. Can you guess it?!

#1

New Year’s Day:

Growing up we would stay up until midnight the. Rush outside with our pots and pans, clanging them! Celebrating the new year.

However now, I can’t seem to stay up that late. Especially my kiddos. Maybe when they get older we will have a late night game night. Or watch a traditional movie. But for right now, I sleep early. Haha 😂

Valentine’s Day:

Before marriage I would buy my mom and siblings flowers. Every year. Even my brothers. Also make my extended family valentines.

Now that I’m married and I live so far away, I prepare my husband’s favorite food. Chicken Parmesan, rolls, salad, and then a wonderfully delicious chocolate lava cake. But I also try to send valentines to my family. My daughter loves to help with those.

Easter:

(If a child is reading this, you may want them to skip this passage. Due to childhood believing.)

Younger years: I believed in the Easter bunny for a long time. I don’t know if I believed there was one or if I liked the fantasy of it all. But church was always first, then a huge egg hunt!

Now as a mama, I try to dye the eggs the Saturday before. Those ones are only for food purposes. Since where we live we have wild animals I don’t want to miss an egg and have a bear or snake visit us. We use plastic eggs outside. We go to church then come home to an egg hunt. That’s the same. The only difference is if snow is still on the ground by Easter; then obviously we have an indoor Easter. But the Easter feasts are the main purpose! I try to replicate my childhood meals to my grownup years.

Birthdays:

We don’t just celebrate our own birthdays. We also celebrate my siblings and mom’s birthdays. So most of the year is filled with cake. January, March, May, June, July, August, October, November, December. Lots of cake!!

Fourth of July:

Childhood years were pretty consistent. City parade. Delicious foods for lunch, which the leftovers would also be dinner. Fireworks in the park; until they were illegal. Staying up and having lots of family fun!

Now as a mama, parade in a city park. It is a huge parade that lasts almost 1hr. Or more. Go home and eat delicious bbq ribs that the husband makes!! I can’t eat ribs anywhere else. My mom can attest to the deliciousness of them. Hanging at the house for most of the afternoon. Then heading back to the park for an 1hr firework show. We also set off fireworks on our property the night before.

October 31st:

My childhood was for the most part church functions. Every church I went to would have a event on October 31st but it was never scary or disturbing. If church is part of your life, I think it’s best to have your kids participate in church activities on October 31st. Because once your kiddos grow up they tend to go trick or treating with friends. And I personally think it help me discern what was not okay. But anyways back to childhood memories. As a family we would all dress up and have a fun evening eating candy.

Grown up now…I still like church functions. Ours is called the harvest festival. I do the face painting. My kiddos go off with their dad and get candy. No fish! But it’s always lots of fun. We only do that; we don’t go additional trick or treating. We just have lots of wonderful family time.

Thanksgiving:

My childhood years we always had delicious foods. My mom was amazing at having a spread of cheeses and fruit before the dinner meal. All is kids would be playing or watching a movie while my mom and older sisters slaved away. But the meats and gravy. And mashed potatoes. Stuffing….my mouth is drooling 🤤

But now as the mama I too keep up the tradition and I cook all the foods. Everything is from scratch. Minus the pumpkin pies. I don’t make them from pumpkins…haha 😂 But I try and have everything timed to be done at the same time. I make enough food for maybe 15 people and it’s just us four. We eat thanksgiving foods for several weeks after thanksgiving.

Christmas:

(If a child is reading this, you may want them to skip this passage. Due to childhood believing.)

Childhood memories. I also believed in Santa for a long time. I think I was 12 or so when I finally decided that I was old enough to stop believing. But I wanted to keep the gifts magical. Also helped when my nephews were born. But we would wake up and open gifts. We wouldn’t rush through them. We would each take turns and watch as each other got their gifts. We would devour candy all throughout the morning into lunchtime. And we would wait for the delicious dinner that was being prepared. Slowly dinner was changed to delicious Chinese food in downtown. Less dishes.

Now as the mama I love to watch my kiddos open their presents. I like getting presents from people but I love giving presents more. The sparkle in my daughter’s eye as she sees all the gifts from Santa makes me so happy. I want that imagination to keep stirring. We don’t eat lots of candy. My daughter turns crazy with any amount of sugar. But I do devour a bag of Hershey kisses all by myself. I eat about 7 to a mouthful. 😊 Then we eat a small lunch. Then dinner. I have kept the tradition of Chinese food alive. But I make it all from scratch. Christmas dinner is the hardest for me. My husband knows to leave me alone while making the meal. I run around like a chicken with no head. But it is always delicious.

Well there you go. Can you guess what is the common ground? Food! Delicious food! Probably why I can’t seem to lose weight. I’m always eating food through the year.

Well I hope this answers the prompt. Have a delicious Wednesday. We are getting firewood again. It’s going to be another long tough day.

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“Sunrise”
09-20-23
Adventures, Daily Prompts

This Evening?

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What are you doing this evening?

This Wet Wednesday Evening….

We left the house around noon today in search of standing dead trees…for yes, firewood.

I will suggest, if you are on a hunt for firewood leave first thing. Because if you have an almost 1 1/2 year old, the little guys don’t last long. But the husband had to finish fixing the brakes on the trailer. (The reason for leaving so late.)

But here I sit in the truck, after 6 hours of getting some firewood. Not a lot, but at least we got some.

The husband and I have it down! He cuts down the tree, then he carries the log a short distance away, then I pick them up and take them the rest of the way to the truck. The logs are roughly 6ft long and maybe 6” in diameter. So a decent log; and I can move them. 😎 I feel so awesome when I help the husband.

But yes, our evening was attempting to fill a trailer with wood. Our 21ft trailer looks giant now with the maybe 6 trees worth of firewood. But it’s something.

We are having Subway for the drive home. Our go to…”oh, we won’t be home until after 7pm!!” dinner decision.

But maybe once in bed the husband and I will watch a movie together. If I’m still awake.

Not a normal evening for the normal person. But luckily, I’m not normal. 😊

Have a wonderful Wednesday evening.

Photography By: emily2jane “The Tree”
9-13-23

The picture is of a tree we really wanted to get, but it was too big. And the brush around it was about 7ft deep. But oh…it was a glorious looking tree. A tree that many people have probably driven by saying, “I want that tree!!”

We did. Haha 😂

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“Driving Home”
9-13-23