Rearview – Work

As I reflect on the past few years, I am beginning to ask myself, “Am I trying to make up for lost time?”

My answer, “Yes I am, because I can.”

My passion has always been USN and support.  My mother worked for the Navy and payroll so her passion and dedication to supporting others  is ingrained.

I had a couple of different conversations this past week that made me reflect about a few things.  Here is what I came up with:

I am an adult and quite frankly, I am tired of carrying the load of other adults.

Our job changes every day due to political climate and the next best idea.  If you don’t know that by now, I can’t help you and I don’t want to listen to you bitch about it.  CHANGE your attitude for f*cK sake.

Singling out co-workers because you are having a bad day should not be my problem and for f*cK sake it shouldn’t be the problem of the customer walking through the door!  Stay home, take one of your precious vacation days!

If you don’t like the above, get another job or quit complaining about it!

Be open with your team!  If you are having an off day, let someone know so they can rally the troops and give some support.  Don’t make me play guessing games and then try to defend you.

TEAM TEAM TEAM!   That means we all work together!  We spend more waking hours with each other than we do with our families.

Guess what???  Those co-workers that you complain about have some of the skills that you need.  Work together.

Do your job with the passion that you once had.  Imagine your child walking through those doors and getting automatic push back.

Educate our sailors/soldiers and their spouses.  Make a positive difference if you can.

My 8-13 hour days are kicking my butt, but it is worth it if I can end it on a positive note.

Those of you who may read it and be offended by it, I will not apologize for putting my thoughts down and publishing them on my blog/facebook.

Step up and do another 10%, I will continue to do mine

Reba 2

Reba is an amazing dog.  She offers all of the comforts of a great friend and all of the responsibilities of a child.  I recently learned that Reba’s breeder passed away and I was looking for some great Bully insight that he gave and below is a culmination of what I could find from other Bully owners and what I can recall.

Bully’s and Reba like to have their own place that we can’t encroach on…  their crate/kennel.  They don’t like to be there for long periods, but like the ability to go there if they want.

It’s all about ME!

I am a lap dog regardless of how wide my chest or my head gets

There’s no place like my daddy’s lap when I want to take a nice nap

I know how to open doors and that makes me dangerous

My daddy is a sound sleeper.  I love bursting through the door and jumping on top of him

Sometimes when dad is sleeping, he really needs a Bully hat

Belly scratches are awesome

Nothing makes people laugh more than a crazy bully run (so you should do them a lot)!!

A king size bed is not large enough, I must have room!  If you are in it, it should be at least the width of a double size trailer

Walk, walk, walk…. Okay, but only for a few minutes, then I have to rest

I love to dictate where everyone is at all the time.  I will heard you to where I want you to be

I enjoy being outside, baking in the sun but only for a short amount of time.  Please be standing by the back door so you can let me inside when I desire

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so you should try to eat at least 2 a day. This works best if you can convince mom that you haven’t been fed yet and will wither away (and possibly die) if not fed IMMEDIATELY!!

Fetch…  I want you to chase after me to get the ball, one caught, I want you to throw it and praise me.

I CAN SEE YOU.  I don’t have to move my head or open my eyes completely.  I can still see you.

They say, Bull Terriers are “Clowns in a Dog Suit”.  I must agree.

Motivation and Raina

I had back surgery in Nov 2010.  I am a wonderful success story BUT, it is only because of my support system that included my husband, son Tylor, dog, family and my entire work team.  If it wasn’t for all of them working as a cohesive unit, I wouldn’t be here today.

Today I am excited to say that I can work a full 8 – 12 hour day.  I am saddened that I still can’t do extensive walking or standing.  I am grateful that I have a family that understands.  I am thankful I can work an entire day, but saddened that my weekends are spent off my feet and doing nothing but sitting in front of the TV because of my 50 hour week.  I am super thankful the majority of my days are spent pain free.

I am grateful my beautiful granddaughter Raina is my motivation.

I am thankful the only thing that I have to try to do right now is slow down, eat right and exercise.  But, isn’t that what we are supposed to do?


I grew up with pets.  My mom is a huge animal lover, but somewhere along the way, I became indifferent towards having a pet.

It could have been Fifi the dog that monopolized my entire summer because I had to dog sit her all day while she was confined to a play pen and then I had to carry her out to do her business.  I could have been the ill cat that lost all bowel function on numerous items of clothing or other items that were important to me.  I do know, it wasn’t Pepper the kitten that my mom rescued from work and brought home for me.  Pepper used to walk me to school and be at the corner at the end of the day.  This went on for a few years and she was an amazing companion.  As the years went on and the pets passed on, my indifference grew.

In my early twenty’s, I was lucky enough to stumble across Maverick, a Chow that I rescued when I was living in Fallon.  Maverick was another great companion to me and to my family.  After a few years with Maverick, my job changed and so did my hours.  I soon realized that with my young family and my job, I was neglecting Maverick.  It broke my heart to know he was not getting the best care from me.  I knew what I had to do, I found an adoptive home that was just up the street and Maverick was welcomed with open arms.

A little more than 3 years ago my husband began mentioning he wanted a dog.  Not just any dog mind you, he had a breed already picked out.  A Bull Terrier.  Thus began the long journey into looking into reputable breeders, checking their backgrounds, looking into blood lines, etc.  After about 7 months, we found everything we were looking for.

REBA!  She made the flight from Kentucky and never looked back 🙂  Now, did I mention my indifference towards pets?  That has gone out the window.  I look forward to writing more about my Bully.

Sunday Supper

What an interesting afternoon/evening. We were trying to get our son motivated to prepare a meal… Not an easy thing to do. Tylor is the king of fast food and the microwave and it has to be a one step deal. Last night he agreed to prepare our Sunday night supper. He had an idea of making a soup with some beef, cilantro, avacado, chips… sounded like a beef version of tortilla soup. Okay, we are giving it a try.

Lloyd found a pretty easy recipe guide to start with.

Complain complain complain. He doesn’t like to brown ground beef, he said the smell makes him sick.. Needless to say, I browned the beef and the onion that he so graciously chopped. He was kind enough to open all of the cans and put some of them in the pot.

The kitchen floor had chopped onion and cilantro because it obviously needed some added flavor.

Now the soup is simmering and I will finish it up and with any luck, he will slice up the avocado. I just hope it turns out delicious since I have to take it for lunch tomorrow.

Reality of it all is, Tylor has no choice but to eat at home tonight, the truck is in the shop with some expensive repairs that need to be made, therefore, he is grounded (ha ha).