Mother nature got a little rough with us today

24 03 2013

It’s crazy how powerful mother nature can be when she really wants to. After a busy Sunday morning, early afternoon thunderstorms passed through leaving behind a big mess. There were reports of tornadoes which have not yet been confirmed but after a walk in my neighborhood, it certainly looks like tornado aftermath damage.

What I found interesting was in my area, there were so many huge trees knocked down or uprooted and they all seemed to fall towards the road. I didn’t see much damage to homes other than a lot of fence damage. If these trees would have landed any in any other direction, there could have been so much more devastating damage.

This was a quick and sneaky storm.

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Lots of trees down.

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Smashed tractor.

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Lots of trees down, blocking streets and knocking down power lines.

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Huge trees knocked down.

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Tree blocking the road. This street actually continues down another half mile from where that green wall is.

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Uprooted.

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Saw a lot of this around the neighborhood.





Squirrels and the Dangers of Tightrope Walking Power Lines

11 01 2013

Have you ever been outside and witnessed a squirrel tightrope walking on a powerline? Almost every day I see squirrels doing these amazing stunts and often wonder how they do it. Their tiny little feet and claws gracefully scurrying across a thin, high voltage line, crossing over streets in what appears to be a very risky endeavor. I’ve seen a few slip but would quickly catch themselves and continue on. Most of the time they make it across to whatever destination they were pursuing.

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Picture © Paul Young 2008

The other day when I was walking my dogs in the morning before work like I always do, I experienced something pretty horrific and a little traumatizing. I can’t get it out of my head.

I have a routine with my dogs and that is they get a walk every morning before I go to work. It’s great exercise for me too and really wakes me up and I feel better knowing the kids got to enjoy some semi-fresh air and a little exercise before I leave them for a day of work.

Ever since the holidays it’s been harder for me to get up as early as I would like. Each morning they get walked at different times. Sometimes early, sometimes later. This particular morning I was struggling with getting up. So their walk was just slightly later than the average.

We made it around our 1.5 mile loop and were coming down that last long stretch that dumped us out on our street. Throughout the walk we encounter other dogs walking with their owners, lots of cats that either scurry away when we approach or tense up in a ball and stare us down with evil glares, several squirrels that like to race us along the top of the wooden fences, lizards, birds, etc.

As we were walking down the sidewalk, I was keeping my Boxer mix puppy under control as she was getting excited about a cat sitting in this neighbor’s driveway. All of the sudden I heard this noise. It sounded like a splatter, one I’m oh too familiar with. This sound reminded me of my childhood days when I used to skateboard and rollerblade. There was always that one stick or rock that would get under my wheel and cause my wheel to lock while my body continued with its forward momentum. Then I would slap my body onto the concrete sidewalk, face first, sometimes catching myself with my hands or knees. It wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world. Who am I kidding, that hurt like a bitch. I recall several accidents resulting in me falling and smacking myself hard onto the concrete.

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When I heard the sound I thought to myself, “Was that? No, it couldn’t be. But that sound.” I felt it was something more than an acorn or bird poop. It was more of a splat than a splatter. When I turned to check it out I was horrified. Only a few steps behind me on the sidewalk lay a squirrel, flat on its stomach and face. I watched for a second to see if it was alive and I saw some movement. My heart went out to this thing. It must have fallen from a powerline or tree or something. The crazy thing is if I was 10-15 seconds slower it would have landed right on top of me or one of the dogs. I kind of wish it did because it didn’t look like it was doing well on the sidewalk.

I thought maybe it broke its neck or seriously injured itself. It was barely moving until I started walking back towards it. I wanted to help it if I could, and yes, I was planning on scooping it up and taking it to a vet if it was still alive. When I took a step towards it, it started to crawl a little. Its hands looked a little funny, like they were broken and weren’t working properly. This squirrel still tried to crawl, dragging its body to the edge of a yard.

I didn’t want to scare it but I had my two big dogs with me, both very interested in the squirrel now. I couldn’t just leave it because I thought time was of the essence. As the three of us approached, that squirrel quickly recovered and skipped on through the chain-linked fence to the base of a nearby tree where it sat for a few moments. I imagine it was trying to recover and stay safe. I was still a little worried since that cat next door looked like he was ready to prowl. I walked up to the fence with the dogs and the squirrel scurried up the tree, holding on without any difficulties. It seemed as if the fall didn’t hurt it that much. It was lucky this time.

That sound still haunts me because it originally appeared that the squirrel was dead and that made me sad for a moment. Oh, well. Happy endings rock!





Driving to work on a Wednesday morning

19 09 2012

Today I managed to drive to work without getting pissed off at other drivers. I kept calm and cool. Very proud of myself because you see, I was running a little late already (fairly typical of me) and every morning when I leave my neighborhood I have a choice between turning left and taking the back roads to work or turning right and taking the highway (Not to be confused with the high way). Its arguable as to which way is quicker. Each morning I set out to time it and I only get so far before I get distracted and forget what time I started or just forget I was trying to time it all together.

This morning the forces were out to get me. They were out to test my patience and temperament. It started out as soon as I made my decision to take the highway, which I’ve only just started taking recently because I swear the other way was faster. So I get onto one of the roads before reaching the highway and its backed up and not moving. I’m finally able to inch up close to a side road which will get me through to the next road I need. After two or three stoplight changes I was able to turn onto that side road. I drove through the back roads and made it to the road I needed. That too was backed up. Now I’m stuck on the road I need to take to get to the highway and it’s completely stopped. Didn’t loose my cool. Kept telling myself that I’m not going to be too late for work and there wasn’t anything else I could do about it at this point.

This is how happy I was trying to be on my way to work.

After a few minutes I finally made it up to the stoplight and of course got the red light as soon as I approached. No problem. Still calm and collective. Kind of expected that actually with the way my stoplight karma is. I’ll explain that at another time. The light turned green and the cars were moving, pushing me closer to the highway. The flow was nice and I make my way onto the highway. There were a lot of cars but the flow was still nice. I sped past some cars to merge into the lane in the direction of work. The highway was a smooth ride. I approach my exit and was able to barely make it through the green light. Once I turn right onto the next road I have to almost immediately encounter another stoplight. I’m always hoping to get the green left turn arrow but it doesn’t happen too often. That light is also a curse to me, now, because I got busted running a red light from one of those intersections with the cameras. That intersection annoys me and makes me so paranoid.

So I turn onto the road and come up to the stoplight just in time to watch it turn from green to yellow to red. Of course I didn’t try to make the yellow-orangish light because of what happened to me last time I tried to catch it under the unspoken theory that if you cross over the line while the light is yellow and happens to turn red before you make it through the intersection all the way then you technically did not run a red light. That unspoken theory was wrong. $158 dollar lesson learned. Now i’m sitting at the light. Waiting. Still keeping my cool. Not letting stoplights, traffic, people cutting me off, people driving slower than me, nothing was going to steal my peace away this morning.

After that light there are three more lights I must pass through before turning into my work building. The first one I approach, red. Wait. I start driving behind slow people in the right lane because if I drive in the left lane it’s more of a pain for me to check traffic in the right lane which I will eventually have to switch into. Reason being, I still haven’t replaced my passenger side view mirror that’s I broke years ago. Yes, I procrastinate too. Next light is coming up and it’s just turning red. Still not bothered.

I continue through the light and approach a school bus picking up kids with its flashing stop signs stopping traffic. I stop and wait. I did almost have a thought of these kids moving slow and steady so it would take longer before the bus driver removed the flashing stop signs but I quickly jumped back to the fact that I’m almost at work and I was going to have a good, productive day.

Once the bus started moving again, we all did the same. I approached the last light before work and it was also red. But this light changes pretty quickly so I was still cool. I’m about to turn into work but noticed a man on his bicycle riding beside me, in the road of course and not on the sidewalk. Not that it would matter because he was exactly parallel with me. I slowed down and waited for him to pass before turning into work. Parking was a piece of cake and I made it in before final call. Now there’s a story with a happy ending.





5 Benefits of Lesbian Dating

6 03 2012

Wardrobe Malfunction

Sometimes…if you forget your makeup, didn’t accessorize enough, need to change clothes to go out but didn’t bring extra, forget to moisturize, snag your pantyhose, or need a refresher spritz of perfume…you can borrow hers or she can borrow yours…sometimes.

Bathroom

When you both are out at a restaurant, bar or club with a group of friends and she looks at you with that glisten in her eyes; the hormonal urge quickly bestows itself upon the both of you. Make the nod towards the women’s restroom where you both will meet up in a few minutes to sneak that kiss, or whatever,without even being suspected by guests or staff. Girls love to go to the bathroom together.

Sympathy

That time of the month can be a bit challenging for a woman…emotions out of control, abdominal cramps bringing you to your knees, patience non-existent, mood changes constantly…It’s nice when the person you’re dating really understands what you’re going through and knows how to not irritate you or upset you and most especially, when to back off. They can honestly relate, without holding it against you later!

Feminine Products

Going along with period sympathy…when Mother Nature pops up on you unexpectedly or maybe you just used the last tampon you brought out with you, chances are she’ll have tampons in her purse or under her sink, saving you both time and money not to mention the prevention of any embarrassing accidents. She’s got you covered.

Department Store

There’s nothing like being able to go with her into the changing room in the department store. It’s a free strip tease in the middle of a small secure area lined with mirrors and bad lighting. Kind of like the champagne room only the music isn’t quite as loud and you don’t have to dish out any money. Except to purchase whatever is it she wants to buy. Hmmm…come to think of it, you might save more money just going to a strip club.





Love is Blinded by the Light of Evil

2 02 2012

Now that I’ve seen

And learned about suffering and grief

On a level no one would believe,

I wonder why I  hold on to so tightly.

I would like to just squeeze the sadness right

Through til it seeps out

And trickles down,

Only to drop on the floor for me to mop up later.

And no one can stop

What goes through my thoughts

And into my heart

Because that’s where it starts

And ends, but being apart from your feelings

Will not allow you to embark

On your journey through the dark.





Let Go of Your Fears and Just Jump in Already!

7 11 2011

I thought I was good at letting go and moving on. In some ways I am, as long as I don’t stop to take a break and let my mind think.

I’ve learned growing up, that things aren’t always as they seem. Much like when you are a child, places seem bigger, the future so far ahead, you have all the time in the world to do whatever you please, you bounce back from mistakes quicker because they were expected out of you.

Now as an adult things are different.

I remember this park down at the end of the street I lived on in Miami. There was a jungle gym type of thing in the middle of the park. It looked like two arched ladders leading to the center platform piece, which fit about five or six of us comfortably. We would climb to the top of this jungle gym and feel like we were on top of the world. We were pretty high up there, my heart would race a little if I looked down at the ground.

Then someone would come up with the brilliant idea of running and jumping over the arched metal ladder long ways. First of all, the platform wasn’t that big and there wasn’t enough room to get much of a running start. Then you had to jump outward as far as you could so that you wouldn’t fall short and clip yourself on the ladder coming down.

It seemed impossible, risky and potentially dangerous. But when you’re 9 years old and you haven’t been exposed to very much danger you really don’t know what you’re getting into until it’s too late.

One by one we jumped. Everybody cleared the ladder but not all of us had smooth landings. I remember the feeling when I hit the ground and rolled a little bit. It didn’t hurt much, maybe shook me up a little, but I survived. I was so relieved and couldn’t believe I had doubted myself. I made the jump!

No serious damage was done except maybe some scratches and grass stains on my pants. I felt so liberated after doing the impossible. I let go of my fears and jumped. And everything was okay.

I’m not sure what happened to that little girl or maybe as I got older my jungle gym also got bigger, higher up, the ground below isn’t as soft, etc. My list of excuses grew right along with me. I’m not exactly sure when things started to get complicated and my fears began to take over. I’m not exactly sure when I started ignoring or acting bigger than my emotions and feelings, thinking I can control how they affect me rather than acknowledge them and allow them to take their course. I have no idea where my superwoman complex, as I like to think of it, came from.

What I know now is that I need to start paying attention to myself and realize that the answers are indeed within me.

As a child, I somehow knew how to overcome my fears and let go of things that weighed me down. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been hurt very much at that point in my life but why do the scars have to bring out the negative? 

Why can’t they be a reminder of a time when you beat your fear and you survived the jump and not about a mistake or bad decision that you made? Letting go shouldn’t be so hard, so why is it sometimes? I’m linking it to a fear of some sort, but i’m having trouble figuring out what is so scary about a life full of endless opportunities?





Vampires and Breed Discrimination

11 10 2011

On this particular Tuesday, I was enjoying my morning walk with the dogs like I usually do. Having what some people may call “aggressive” breeds I make sure to take the extra steps with understanding and training them. I spend hours every day exercising, disciplining, and teaching them proper behaviors. You’ll find many books from Dog Psychology to Breed Specific literature on my bookshelves because I know the important key is for me to be properly trained if I am to have well behaved dogs.

As we walked on the sidewalk back in the direction to my house we passed people jogging, walking their own dogs, and riding bikes. Nothing out of the ordinary. I’m used to around 50% of the people out and about to be nervous when they see me approaching them with a German Shepard on one side and a Pit Bull on the other. After all, they have no idea what I’m teaching these animals and how they’ve been raised. They just know what they’ve heard through the grapevine and through biased media reports.

I don’t get offended… when the lady jumps up on a cement wall and lets out a screech as we approach her. The leashes are short, each with a little less than an arms reach worth of give which is supposed to ensure people that I have these dogs under control. That and the fact that they are walking beside me paying that lady no mind at all. I observe this lady’s crazy behavior and chuckle as we walk on by.

I don’t get offended… when people rush to pick up their small Maltese or Jack  Russell terrier while they ferociously bark at us as we pass by. (And my quiet,  calm-assertive dogs are supposed to be the big bad aggressors). Sure, they’re judging a book by its cover but that’s their prerogative. We always continue on our merry way.

Breed discrimination is out there. Human ignorance is out there too. Which leads me to discuss what does get under my skin. We all have our boiling points.

Today mine was an overweight, middle-aged man wearing a fluorescent yellow shirt riding a mountain bike down the road in the early morning hours. I don’t know how long he had been behind us as we were walking down the sidewalk. I didn’t hear him even approach us until he rode past on the street parallel to where we were walking. He turned his head and called out to me, “Hey!”

Focused on our path ahead, I snapped out of my concentration to politely give this stalker the time of day.

He then proceeded with, “If either of those dogs bite me, I’ll sue you.”

I looked around to see who he was threatening like that, out of the blue, with no good rhyme or reason. It turned out he was talking to me. My Pit Bull looked up at me and if she could talk I bet she would’ve said, “You want me to chase him, mom. Give him a little scare? Come on, it’ll be fun!”

I have never seen nor encountered this man before in my life. Neither have any of my dogs. They never barked at him, growled, lunged, or even glanced in his direction before he made himself known with his stupid comment. It was so out of the blue and non-deserving but for some reason, his retarded ass needed to be heard.

“That’s nice, but my dog’s aren’t the ones you should be concerned with about biting you,” I responded to the strange fat man. 

He looked at me with a scowl on his face and I smiled back at him. In an instant my teeth turned to vampire fangs and I flew at him with my super-speedy vampire skills piercing the flesh on his neck. His screams drowned out by the dog’s barking and when I was through feeding, which was a good minute due to his weight issues, I left his limp body on the side of the road next to his bike.

Moral of the story… Don’t judge a book by its cover. You never know who’s a vampire!