Red Shoe ABP

**Please be on the lookout for this pair of red sequin and bead slippers. 

They are of sentimental value to the owner. 

They possess magic powers and could cause harm in the hands of 

someone inexperienced with time dimension travel. 

**A one million dollar reward is being offered for the safe and undamaged return of  The Red Slippers

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3157528/1-million-reward-offered-stolen-Judy-Garland-slippers.html

June 26, 2015

This post is my response to the vile hatred I started seeing minutes after the Supreme Court's ruling on the nationwide legalization of gay marriage today, 06/26/15.


Dear God, 
I pray for your intervention to remove the scales from the eyes of those who profess to believe in your love and mercy, and parade themselves in the world as "Christians" but who have hate in their heart for those whose beliefs do not fall in line with the requirements they have set forth in order to for someone to be loved and accepted by you. They have chosen to erase from their minds the work and examples set forth by your Son when he walked on this planet in human form thousands of years ago. Your Son tried to show us humanity, peace, tolerance, love and forgiveness for all people and he ended up nailed to a cross. He chose to spend his time among the "sinners" because he saw the hatred, hypocrisy and lack of compassion for their fellow man by the "Christians". If you were to bring your beloved Son back today to Earth, I have no doubt he would meet the same fate and these "Christians" would be there leading him to his death and pounding in the nails.

The "Christians" are good people and deserve the gifts you choose to bestow upon us all, but they have gotten swept up in the egotism of their own minds and crowded out all of the lessons you gave to us about humanity, peace, tolerance, love and forgiveness and replaced it with pious judgmental behavior and their own ideology. Please have mercy upon them.

Tisket Tasket Basket

A-tisket a-tasket

A green and yellow basket

I wrote a letter to my love

And on the way I dropped it,

I dropped it,

I dropped it,

And on the way I dropped it.

A little boy he picked it up and put it in his pocket.

                  1879 Children’s Rhyme**

I happen to think the hanging canopy pictured above is a very cool looking thing.  The top is a basket.

Apparently this is something one can make for themselves.  I believe that is a DIY.  

I just recently figured out that the acronym meant “Do It Yourself”.  I know that might surprise you but I have more than enough acronyms in my life (Thank you Corporate America) and quite frankly, since it did not seem to come up in my daily life, I felt I would be able to survive without knowing.

I am not artsy craftsy and get anxiety and feel inadequate if I have to go to Joanns or Michaels, so knowing how to use the tools (even the hot glue thingie) and materials are foreign to me. 

Except the basket.  I really like baskets.  I know how to use a basket.

However, I know quite a few people who would like this and several who could make it and possibly a few who will make it.  Of the few who might make it, I hope they can tell me how to do it in very simple terms and written instructions would be the best.  I just don't get how to do projects from looking at pictures or even videos which is one of the reasons craft supply stores give me anxiety and make me feel inadequate.   

Here is the link to the article on how to make this cool hanging basket canopy thingamajig.

http://www.today.com/home/mr-kate-shows-how-diy-basket-canopy-your-yard-summer-t27486?cid=sm_fbn

I also really like the sofa but feel pretty certain that it is something I would need to buy and not DYI.

**I never like to pass up a chance to spout trivia.  In 1938, Ella Fitzgerald had a hit record with a jazz version of the 1879 children’s rhyme, “A Tisket, A Tasket”.    

Nope, NO Mistake Here

'He Made a Mistake': Second N.Y. Prison Employee Arrested in Jailbreak

http://www.nbcnews.com/storyline/new-york-prison-escape/second-n-y-prison-employee-arrested-following-jailbreak-convicted-killers-n381396

(Hello, hello, is this mike on? Will someone please assist me up to my soapbox?) 

Oh, Hell to the No.

NO Mistake here.

You work in a Prison with Prisoners. People who are Criminals. You have worked in a Prison for 27 years. With Criminals. You made no mistake. Your actions were premeditated, calculated and show no regard for what the consequences would be to your family and the general public.

You now deserve to be living there among them now. There is a part of you and your fellow accomplice that is criminal as well. The psychopath egotistical part that thought you were clever enough to go against all the rules and your years of training and outsmart the penal system by conspiring with the very people you were hired to protect society from.

Your crime may have not been committed with a physical weapon of destruction but you did manage to unleash into the world, two murderous lunatic weapons that are evil incarnate.  Any crimes committed with these two weapons you should be accountable for as well and if any person is harmed, their blood will be upon your hands and you should be punished accordingly. 

I hope there is no leniency in your prison sentence or that of your accomplice.  As correctional officers, you should be held to a higher standard of behavior because your job is to monitor the criminal element in our society in order to protect the lives of your fellow citizens.  

Now why would I be so passionate about this issue? My passion comes as a result of being the daughter of an ex-con (who, thank the mercy of God, did not raise me) who was always honest about his bad choices and decisions (he never said mistake as his actions were always deliberate) and who gave me an inside portal into the criminal mind and the intricacies of prison life.  

So, for these two individuals to have been on the front lines working in a prison interacting daily for years and years with inmates to now try to give society a misty doe eyed “I made a mistake, I’m sorry” defense is immoral, reprehensible, and just plain ‘ol Bull Butter.

Not A Camel Hump Wednesday

This week’s Wednesday was definitely not just my normal Hump Day.

No, this Wednesday was the Dog Eat Dog Day and I Must Be Wearing the Most Delicious Irresistible Milk Bone Underwear Ever Worn in the History of the World Day. 

From the first look at work emails at 6:30 am, my posterior was chewed on.  Then as the day progressed, in addition to email, the chewing was done via telephone and included an in person chew. 

I was told I handled it all with aplomb.  (“Thank you, thank you, it always helps to have audience participation for a truly great performance”.)

All in a day’s work.

Seriously though, it really is part of the daily life in the business world if you are in a sales organization that is customer facing. Especially, if you are assisting the CEO in running that sales organization and bonus points for having to interface all day long with a multi-million dollar global corporate entity.

But to have an entire day with one dog eating another dog (so to speak) issue one after another was terribly annoying.  It was bloody annoying that some of it was our fault so my gut did get weary of falling on swords.

I hope tomorrow will be better.

(I would interject “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow” here but I am afraid I would slap myself for being annoyed by my own smart assery).

Here’s to an uneventful Friday Eve at the office…  Tomorrow.

  

Pocket Posh

Yesterday was Thursday and my work day started out in such a sweet day.  When I walked into my office, there was a card and a gift on my desk. 

I work in an office where I am the only female, and while the gentlemen I work with do things for me frequently, it usually involves bringing me food (which I love and because I don’t get out of the office very often).  With the exception of my boss, I don’t usually get cards from the gentlemen.   

I saw this was so excited to see this Pocket Posh Coloring book which has vintage designs for fun and relaxation and a pack of colored pencils. I opened the card and it was from my boss’s daughter thanking me for something.

 

In this day and time of rush, hurry, rush, and electronic gadgets everywhere, I loved she took the time to get a real card, took the time to write beautiful words and took the time to look for a cool unique gift she thought I would like.

My daughter ordered me an adult coloring book recently but they have been on backorder so she sent me a few pages to print out and color until my book arrives.  I have already colored them so my new Pocket Posh will help feed my coloring need and then I will have two sizes and types of new coloring books.

Maybe I should stick the smaller one in my handbag and when I am somewhere waiting on something or someone, take it out and start coloring instead of being glued to my phone checking emails. 

He Was My Father

June 6, 2013

7:17 am

The date and time I watched the life of my Father end.

I was his firstborn child.

He was my Father until I was five.

When I was fifty one, I went to take care of my Father.

He was coming to the end of his journey.

I thought it would be a longer one.  

When I was fifty four, I watched my Father die.

Thad Clifton Walker Baldridge

10/08/39 – 06/06/13

With the sun on my shoulder and the wind in my back

I will never grow older

At least not in my mind

I’m going where there ain’t no police

I’m going where there ain’t no disease

I’m going where there ain’t no need

To escape from what is only spirits at ease

Wonderful by My Morning Jacket

Lyrics by James Edward Olliges, Jr