Neon

This is what I do. I ask total strangers if I can get a picture of their hair. Yep. This is the second time I have done this. They don't mind a bit.

Not much

Not much posting going on around here. I am sharing the computer with my sister and since I bring my laptop  home from work, I use it - so she can have her time. She does a lot on facebook. I don't.

My neighbor told my daughter that a renter down the alley called the dog warden on his dog and ours. His neighbor told him that. But, they moved out - so all is well.

Something does not sound right to me. I will have to wait until I get the chance to talk to my neighbor myself to see his facial expression as he talks.

He said his neighbor (Heather) told him the renters had asked her for his phone number. The warden went to his house. He does not purchase dog licenses. He had to for his dog after that.

The warden called me. I always purchase dog licenses. I suppose that is how they got my telephone number, but the warden asked me if I had licenses for my dog. If she got my number from that record, she would already know that.

I may never know the entire story but something is not adding up in my book.

Just thinkin'

Just a pose of a little one. Yet another great niece.

All four

This is a photo of what it looks like when I take my dogs outside. I stand on the back porch (as does my daughter, her boyfriend and now my sister when they take them out).

Once in a while they wander around the side of the house and out of site. I call them back. If they do not come back straight away, I go after them.

They scurry back.

Somebody called the dog warden on us. I got the call yesterday and I am unclear what day or date the caller was upset with my "menace to the neighborhood" dogs.

I spoke with my sister/daughter/her beau - they cannot recall an incident where the dogs wandered into a neighbor's yard, let alone "menaced" anyone.

My neighbors to the left have a dog. Two elderly ladies to the right never walk out of their apartments (the back faces us).

Almost all of my neighbors have dogs.

There are two fairly new neighbors but I have spoken and introduced myself to both and asked them to please let me know if my dogs ever bothered them.

Four is a lot of dogs to have without a fence. I did not want an ugly fence in my yard.

I have had Sable for over 10 years. The others I have had for five years. Never once has there been a complaint lodged against them and I basically use the same technique.

The dog warden had my cell phone number, also. I disconnected my land line years ago.

Now, are they able to get the cell phone number or did the caller give them my cell phone number? If the caller gave them my number then that sort of narrows it down to who I gave my cell phone number to.

It matters to me WHO called because I want to take extra special care that my dogs do not go near their property again. The yards just blend into each other.

If it is a pooping issue, give me time to be able to get through the ice and snow to get it all picked up. I don't think that is the issue because the two older ladies never come outside to the back of their apartments.

All others who have a dog have been great friends over the years.

Sigh. Whatever.

Happy you know what

My grand/great nephew posing with a Mylar heart balloon.

I am still here. I am sharing my computer with my sister (1956) who is living with me at this time. You may see a lot of deleted comments on your posts. Well, that is me forgetting that my sister is logged into Google and it comments under her name. LOL!

Adjustment.  Heh.

Been super busy at work, too.

Been running almost every evening after work. Came down with a migraine last night. My body just quit. It said "Enough!"

I am going to try to sleep all day Sunday.

Have to work on Monday because so many schools are using this as a make-up day. I can work from  home, though.

Lots of happenings in family this month and next. SO many birthdays. So many dinners and cakes.

A big seven-oh for my oldest sister (1944) the other night. She held up well with the crazy get together of fifteen people.

Here she is with her husband and one of their three grandsons this past summer. He is the little tyke in the Mylar heart pictured above.

What's in your grocery cart?

The only experience I have with food stamps are listening to others.  I won't go into much detail about how they come about being eligible for food stamps.

I do, however, feel that the people I know who received them, misused them. I would hear things like, "I just buy what I want."  Most of the time they had high priced name brand products that I would not normally purchase. And it was one of those situations where they really missed them when they were gone. "I used to just throw things in the buggy and didn't care about how much it cost because I was using food stamps."

I can calculate to the dollar how much my groceries are going to come to at the check out counter and that is without a calculator or pen and paper. I want NO surprises.

In one circumstance one purchased a huge meat and cheese tray for a baby shower with food stamps. And I had NO idea you could purchase pop, candy, chips, donuts, cakes and pies with food stamps.

When visiting their house (no children, mind you) they had all kinds of snacks and goodies sitting around. Sitting in hog heaven, I'd say. At the time both adults were unemployed but staying with his in-laws who were very well to do. And getting $300 a month in food stamps.

I have never received one dollar in food stamps. I have at one point in my lifetime been able to put items in my grocery cart without thought of cost. Not these days; and I find myself resenting those remarks made by some folks who receive food stamps and their nonchalant attitude of just buying any old thing they want.

And (sigh) one more thing. I love this person but I cannot stand this act. Purchasing groceries with food stamps, using cash to buy beer, cigarettes, weed and lottery tickets. They are the ones who give all of this a really bad name. But alas, the situation has changed and this person receives nothing in aid from the government any longer. But that does not stop them from talking about how much they miss them while they scratch off yet another losing lottery ticket and smokes a cigarette.

On the other side of the coin, they did live a very fruitful life of working and paying taxes. Thirty years in a steel mill and never needing a hand out in all that time. I guess in some way they feel they deserve the handouts. They say they paid into it for years and years, now it is time to get some of it back. Is this the way it is supposed to work? I don't think so. They got their steel mill pension in one lump some and paid off their child's student loans. Now they only have social security to live on but for two years they did not have any income.

Sigh.  I went there.

My organization's modus operandi

So, you are the Manager of five people. Or, you are the Director of 22 people. You get an e-mail from a client (or in this case a Treasurer at a School district) praising an employee of yours.

Do you:

a. ignore it
b. send the employee a "good job!" message
c. share the "good job" message with all employees

There I was working my usual day. I got a call from a Treasurer I had not heard from in a while. I talked her through some issues over the telephone, got her working and we had a good chat.

The next day she sent me an e-mail which included a message she sent to my Manager and Director about what a wonderful job I had done and she really gave me a wonderful compliment. I thanked her profusely and it made me feel good inside.

That is the only "feel good" I am going to get. Knowing that the client "treasured" my work. Because my Manager and Director chose to totally ignore the e-mail. They have not said one word to me about it.

It just kind of makes you wonder if you received any other nice compliments from other school districts who just didn't tell you directly, but sent it on to the Manager/Director and they ignored those, too.

I will tell you this. If my Manager/Director gets an angry e-mail, I hear about that one plenty.