In my defense, I was left un-supervised...yes, another blog

My Dad's birthday would have been September 14th.

He profoundly affected my life.

Growing up I was part of the typical stereotypical American family, having the privilege of growing up in a small town.  I realize in looking back on it just how much we can take that for granted.  I would like to take a moment in my day to acknowledge one of the most important people in my life, my Dad.

I’m totally convinced that over the years I had caused a lot of grief to my Dad, and I know that during most of that time I did so unapologetically. I took for granted that my dad had his own life and worries, hopes and dreams, and wishes for the future of my brothers and myself. I  know how difficult it must have been to deal with the many challenges I obviously presented himwith . I mean seriously - the falsified and poorly forged report cards, my Finnish stubbornness - just to mention a few. As a young person I always wanted to ask for forgiveness later instead of permission beforehand. Obviously the exact opposite of what he wanted. How he had any patience left in him for anything, after raising 3 hell raising children defies my explanation. Especially me, his only daughter. 

I had been blessed in that I could always count on my Dad. Always! The example he set, and the things he taught me made me the woman I am. I can only hope that I was successful in passing some of those things on to my own children, to pass on my grandchildren.  He taught me that whatever you do, do it the best that you can.  Success in your life isn’t measured in the money you make, the friends you acquire  but the impression you leave on those around you.

So, even though my Dad has been gone for quite a number of years now I just want to say - to the best teacher, best friend, and best man ever in my life….. Thanks for being "my rock" Dad. Your birthdays are always sad for me until I draw on my many wonderful memories of us - father and daughter. 

Miss you Dad!

My challenge?  Anyone who can name just one thing our federal government does well, if at all. It certainly doesn’t win wars, protect our borders, and insure our rights…. and frankly that’s the ONLY three things it should do.

Just my thoughts!

Jon Snow Needs to Die Again So Lyanna Mormont Can Become President! If you don't know who Jon Snow is....well....you are not a Game of Thrones fan and you're definitely missing out. 

The 10-year-old ruler of Bear Island is intelligent, shrewd, and confident as hell. She’s quick to put adults four-times her age and size in their place, because she knows what’s right and how to make it happen. In short, she’s a bad-ass mother who don’t take no crap off of nobody. Lyanna Mormont for President 2016!

Dropping a can of soda and sticking it back in the fridge all shaken up for the next person to open is not nearly as funny when you live by yourself (If you are at work - Shake up that random soda pop in the company fridge today. You deserve it. It will make you feel good. Trust me).

Be the reason someone smiles today. Or the reason they drink. You choose your own adventure.

Why I love being Single:

It's not a status, I ain't on Facebook.  It is a good word that describes a person who is strong enough to live and enjoy life without depending on others. This person chooses their own life path. I have chosen this path. I am happy. Today I am what I am because of my yesterday’s choices. And where I shall be tomorrow will be decided today.

Rain?

Imagine my embarrassment if I ever get caught in the rain without a piña colada. Preparing it now - I just happen to have a nice little flask here.

The Olympics:

WTH? Weren't some events missing?  Javelin Catch... Jello Shot-put... Border Fencing... Cardboard Boxing... Menstrual Cycling... Salad Tossing... Wrestling Demons...

I was disappointed. 

I admit it, really I do. I'm just being honest:

I always store state secrets on an unsecure server in my closet. Perfectly normal. Purely out of convenience. Not to worry my friends - I always have my team of attorneys clean my personal files off my hard drive. You're all safe. OUR secrets are safe. 

One of my friends told me her joints are getting weaker, so I told her to roll them tighter. Right?

There are a lot of things about life that are explainable to me if we were to accept that this is a simulated reality being played by some person in the future, and that everything we know about the universe and ourselves is just on some damn supercomputer. Think about it - humanity might all be fictional creatures stuck in an advanced video game.

I'm combining Easter and April Fools day this year - I'm sending the grandkids out to look for eggs I won't be hiding. 

A couple months ago I fell onto my sauna heater. It was 200 degrees in there,  I sustained 2nd degree burns on my, yeah, you guessed it - A**.  Since it is second degree burns I will be scarred for life. No big problem as it's not a place on my body that can be seen, right? The scarring pattern is a definite sauna heater grate, much like a BBQ grate. I can see the future - a mortician trying to resist the temptation of playing tic tac toe on my A** prior to my cremation. Kind of funny if you think about it, but to be honest I feel as though I let my "Finnishness" down. I've used a sauna for well over 50 years and have never once had an injury or mishap. I KNOW how to sauna and sauna correctly. It's been instilled in me. It is part of me. Still, I lost some of my "Finnishness".  That is the sad part. Not the scars. I have plenty of scars and each one tells a story. I can laugh at this one now. I hope when I'm gone from this world my Finnish Wizards will also have a laugh about this. Come on - how Finn can you be if you don't have a permanent sauna scar on your A**? 

My A--'s reaction to the 2nd degree burns

Just a question or two:

If it rains on a dream catcher, does that make it a wet dream catcher?

My newest addition to my canine family:

Baby Girl, one of the 14 Shelties we rescued from a Susanville puppy farm. She had lived in a wire cage producing a litter every year for 8 years. Deplorable. I fostered two of the 14. One had to be put down because she bit me in the face (not my decision, Sheltie Rescue's decision) I had to literally have my lip sewn back on. Just another scar with another hospital emergency room story. I fostered Baby Girl for over 8 months before Sheltie Rescue asked me if I wanted to adopt her. As foster canine parents you have the first choice of adoption. From being a dog who would barely let me touch her to the dog that now shares a pillow with me at night, of course I had to adopt her. She's family, how could I not? It is so rewarding to see an animal taken out of such an horrendous situation, placed into loving and safe surroundings and just witness the miracle in front of your eyes! The miracle of her knowing she is loved and cared for - to see her play and be happy - after knowing what she had endured for 8 years - it is why we do it. Why we rescue. Why we open up our hearts and homes. I, for one, will always provide "forever homes" to these mistreated dogs. I don't understand how people can be cruel to animals and not have empathy for them. I would be a lost soul without my dogs. I truly would. 

Doubts about Hillary?  watch this!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XtIzH9HoC8

Don't be offended (by the verbage) but this is what is posted in my sauna. It's how I feel about America right now!

Based on the sounds coming from my neighbor's’ house, they’re either having amazing sex or putting together a dresser from IKEA. Gotta run. Gotta make sure everyone is OK!