I want to share my story with others so they can relate, be encouraged, laugh, know that there is a plan for their life, treasure their loved ones, and earn the love of a rescued animal.
Monday, December 19, 2022
My Very Special First Duck Hunt
Saturday, December 3, 2022
Be Punctual and Keep Your Word
Monday, October 17, 2022
Divorced at 40- A Reflection of the First Year of My New Chapter
Monday, June 13, 2022
Dads, Teach Your Daughters to be Self-Sufficient!
My parents are still married to
each other, and I love them both, but I have always been a Daddy’s Girl. We have
many of the same interests, and I have always enjoyed his company and doing
things with him. As long as I can remember, my brother and I were with him
doing whatever it was he was doing. It usually involved work! He made it fun,
and he always made it a lesson. My brother’s lifelong best friend came by for a
visit last week, and he was complimenting my brother and dad on how much my dad
taught my brother. My brother died at 29, but he had carpentry, plumbing, electrical,
and mechanical skills, just to name a few. He learned those skills by watching
my dad and being taught by him. I was usually around, too, but I was holding
the light or the “dumb end” of the tape, lol.
We didn’t always work, though. Once
we finished the necessary tasks, we usually practiced whatever sport was in
season, fished, or target practiced. We were always learning and doing
something fun. If we needed extra money as kids, my dad would help us find car
washing or grass cutting jobs in the neighborhood. He would help us and show us
how to do things the right way.
I have always treasured all of that
time spent with us, but even more so this year, in my year of firsts. I got married
in college, and 16 years later, peacefully divorced last Fall. As I was working
in the yard yesterday, I reflected on how thankful I am that my dad taught me,
especially as a female, how to be self sufficient. I aired the tires in the
mower, fueled the two cycle engines of the weed-eater, edger, and blower, and
even changed the edger blade. A few weeks ago, I got the lawn mower stuck in a
low-lying area and had to pull it out by myself with a truck. None of those are
complicated tasks, but I have female friends (and probably some males) who are
unable to do those things because they haven’t been taught. I am not an expert
by any stretch, but being able to complete many tasks myself saves me money
that I would otherwise not be able to afford to hire someone else to do. I may
not be able to make all of the necessary repairs, but he taught me how to troubleshoot,
read the gauges on my dash, etc. Since I’ve been by myself, he has shown me how
to the replace the “thing” in the back of the toilet that makes it run, how to
use a socket set, and lots of other things.
It's not just the things he’s shown
me how to do, either. He and my mom do a lot to help me. I live next door to
them, and I have multiple pets. I have about an hour long commute one way. They
take my dogs out and feed them every day. I am not scared to stay by myself,
but I remember the first night my ex-husband moved out. It still got dark
early, so when I got home from work that evening, my dad had turned my porch
light on for me. It was a tiny thing he did, but it let me know that everything
was going to be alright. I have been stood up for more dates than not, but my
dad always comes in clutch. I know that I can always depend on him.
Dads, teach your girls to be
self-sufficient so they don’t have to depend on a man. Sure, I still depend on my
dad and other men in my life, but I am thankful for the things I can do by myself.
Teach them how to use basic tools, drive a stick shift, check and air their tires,
wash their cars, cut their grass, shoot and handle guns, etc. With independence
comes confidence. That confidence has been a huge help to me these last few
months.
Most importantly, the best way to teach
them is by giving them your time. In addition to being very loving, my dad (and
mom) spent as much time with us as they could. That is priceless to me.
Thursday, May 5, 2022
Gentleman Jack
The best tangible gift I’ve ever received was a red dachshund puppy named Jack. My then husband, Jason, gave him to me for my college graduation. Our families and close friends were invited to graduation, then to a party at our house. I was looking forward to taking pictures with my family after graduation, but the crowd around their seats was a bit hostile. Everyone but my dad left after I walked. I fussed all the way home because I wanted pictures with them. I didn’t fuss long, though, because Jason actually left early to pick up the puppy so he could present him to me when we arrived. I thought he belonged to my brother’s girlfriend, but Jason said he was mine. I cried! And thus began our adventure with Jack.
A
year later, we decided that Jack needed someone to keep him company during the
day, so we got Bruiser. Bruiser (Bee) is a black dappled dachshund. He and Jack
had one common parent. We bought them from the same breeder, which was prior to our becoming educated about the importance of adopting animals. Jack and Bee were
fast friends. It took Bee a few months to catch up to Jack in terms of size,
but they were inseparable. We referred to them as “the boys,” and after getting
the much larger Trooper, we called them “the little boys.”
In Mobile where we lived at the time, we had a fenced in yard where we would play with them. We took them for walks, and I dressed them in shirts, bandannas, and bowties. For a few consecutive years, we participated in the Mystic Mutts of Revelry parade in Fairhope, AL, which is a fundraiser for a local shelter. We were always doing something fun.
I
was a teacher at the time, and one of my students was reading a newspaper aloud
one day. The article was about an abused dog. Even though Jack and Bee weren’t
rescues, I thought about the wonderful life they had and have only known love.
This prompted me to do all I can do to be the voice for animals in need. As a
result, the Voice for the Animals Campaign began. We host fundraisers and raise
awareness for needy animals. I credit Jack and Bee and the others who helped
then and throughout the years.
In
2009, Jason moved to Orlando for work. The boys and I stayed in Mobile for
nearly a year to tie up loose ends. They kept me company. They made many trips
to and from Orlando with me. We moved back to Fulton, and Jason moved to Bossier
City, LA, a few years later. Again, they kept me company. Jason was living in
Bossier City when my brother died tragically in a car accident. When I got home
from the hospital that night, and from then on out, Jack, Bee, and the other
animals provided me with love, comfort, company, and companionship.
Jack
loved us and we loved him, but he was a Daddy’s boy. He and Jason sat in the
chair and watched tv. I cannot sit still, so I am always up doing something. I think I moved around too much for him. Jack loved toys, socks, playing, going for walks, taking naps, and eating cat
poop. He also loved Bee.
Although
he has been getting older and whiter, he has been doing well. He is slower and
can’t hear as well, but he has been well. He has never liked getting out of the
bed. I say that he reminds me of my brother in that regard. When I got up to go
to the gym this morning, I knew that Jack needed some encouragement in getting
up. When I pulled back the covers and touched him, I knew that he was gone. I
am still in shock. He has been fine, as I said, so it has come as a shock. I’m
not 100% at 4am, so I moved him, handled the other animals, and went to the
gym. Jason and I are no longer married, but we get along. I drove to Jason’s
office this morning to tell him in person. We cried, laughed, and reminisced
about Jack. My dad and I have plans to make a nice grave for him next to Pearl
and Buck later today.
Tuesday, April 19, 2022
My Brother, Jared
Jared and his lifelong friend, Ben
Jared was an avid outdoorsman. He loved hunting doves, deer, ducks, and turkeys. I believe his favorite was bass fishing, though, in addition to just being on the river and sometimes "communicating" with catfish, I've heard. They say that scent is the strongest sense tied to memory. Every time I get a whiff of a bream bed, I immediately think of him and our family fishing at the pond in Fulton or on the river, as we did so many times. A student of mine once saw his picture on my desk and recognized him as "the man who brought snuff and fish" to his grandmother in the apartment complex where Jared worked part time as the maintenance man. We learned that Jared would catch and clean fish for some of the elderly ladies who lived there. That makes me proud.
Jason moved to Louisiana to work, so Jared spent even more time with me. We really had some deep conversations then. We often discussed traits that we inherited from each parent, our similarities and differences, and common traits we shared, but didn’t get from either parent. He also told me who to contact for certain things if anything ever happened to him. Although Jared was smart, successful, and responsible, he was also reckless. My biggest fear was that he would die in a car accident.