Solution or Problem?

This post will be brief, but I sincerely hope it will make you think. My question for you today: What are you doing to make the world a better place? Do you complain about what’s wrong with society? Do you do anything more than complain? Are you taking an active role to improve things around you?

What do you do to protect weaker beings? Do you foster a child? Have you ever adopted/rescued a pet? What causes do you champion? Life isn’t just about “me.”

If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problem!

The Chicken Chick

Slipping a Gear

Wow…..here I am, blogging and having coffee, at 5:30 a.m. I wish I could truthfully say it’s my special writing routine to be on the computer at this hour. We call it the butt crack of dawn, by the way. Alas, it was an error on my part (that has never happened before!). I figured I had to do laundry this morning since I’m off next weekend for fire school. I didn’t actually eyeball the schedule on the kitchen counter. Anyway, I “bounced” out of bed a bit after four, put the pups out (and back in) and hopped joyfully (?) into the shower. I remember thinking, “Oh, I wish I could sleep in this morning!”

Note to readers: When I say “bounce,” what really happens is I ricochet off the bed to the floor and stagger to the bathroom.

I walked across the street to work and met the other laundry gal coming from the other direction. We discussed the merits of sleeping in and went downstairs to check the schedule. I was pleasantly surprised. I AM OFF THIS WEEKEND! Oh, JOY! I got a couple of loads washing while she clocked in, we chatted a minute or two and Big Momma came home…..to climb into pajamas again, fix coffee, check the weather channel and blog. I should be snuggled in bed with the pups. They agree if the accusing looks I’ve been getting are any indication.

I have now reached the conclusion that Big Momma has slipped a gear. So be it. At least I will be reasonably rested when Monday rolls around!

If I Were President…

I would make the following effective immediately:

* Close the borders indefinitely until some of the mess the country’s in could be sorted out
* Mandatory show of ID for voting or receipt of welfare benefits
* Drug testing for recipients of welfare
* Mandatory job training for recipients of welfare
* Suspend aid to foreign countries
* Six months to get legal or get deported
* Develop incentives for small businesses, especially green companies
* Hire Donald Trump and Dave Ramsey to help reduce the deficit
* Eliminate all non-essential government positions
* Give notice to former presidents that they will now pay for their own body guards, etc.
* Dismantle Obamacare
* Seek and support niche markets that focus on helping veterans
* Give teachers the power to influence education without selling out to textbook and testing companies

These are just a few ideas that would help get the United States back on track. I would accept office for only one term and get a job when I was finished. Public servants work for the average American; we, the people, do NOT work for them. Common sense is no longer so common.

Analyze This

Dad and I were in a large parking lot with some buildings around, cars all over. He was looking for his truck, and I was trying to find my car. We split up in hopes of finding both vehicles. As soon as Dad was out of sight, I found myself inside one of the buildings, kidnapped. A Spanish-speaking lady and her daughter were cowering in the corner with me. There were a few dangerous looking Spanish-speaking men with knives guarding us. I knew there had to be other people somewhere on the premises. I wondered if Dad had found his truck and escaped. I knew I had to find my daughter immediately. I spoke to the lady quietly to avoid attention, asked how old her girl was. I was concerned about us all being assaulted, so I told the 12-year-old girl no matter what happened, survival was the most important thing.

I was allowed to go to the bathroom, which was through another room up some stairs. From there, I was somehow in a barracks-like structure. There were bunk beds in rows. My daughter was napping on the bottom bunk of one of them, so I woke her quietly and made sure she was fine. The funny thing was that her hair was shorter than it is now. Judging by that, her age must have been about 10 or 11.

I woke up with my heart pounding. My mind was working on a solution to get us out of there safely. I remember thinking I would hope the other woman and her daughter could escape with us, but my brain said I could trust no one. We could be betrayed if one of the thugs threatened her child and she could save her by telling our escape plan.

Analysis, anyone?

Kindness

I had wanted to bake some dog treats for a couple of weeks, so I finally did it. I made time to do something fun. My dogs love the peanut butter treats, and I enjoy delivering them to friends with dogs. My daughter ended up “taste testing” a couple of them! She was able to personally endorse the treats as we delivered them to neighbors.

Dog treat delivery!

Dog treat delivery!


I found out a neighbor had to put his beloved dog to sleep, but he found another canine that needed him. He was first on my list. I was sad, but glad he has company. She is a lovely dog, and she found a wonderful home.

We took treats to a ranching friend of mine as well. Her two dogs are adorable, of course. Then we dropped off a few treats to the best neighbor ever. All dogs seemed interested in the containers, so I think they will enjoy their snacks.

What did kindness cost me? I had the ingredients here waiting to be used. The containers were very economically priced at Oriental Trading Company. I ordered them months ago, so I might as well use them, right? I spent about an hour of my time and got my hands a little messy. Seeing the neighbors smile was pretty cheap.

The Chicken Chick