It got me thinking about one of my favorite sports and about last years Sports Blog Challenge. In that blog challenge we posted what our favorite sports were. One of mine was boxing. I grew up around boxing at the Los Angeles Forum. Every weekend my Dad took us girls to watch the matches. As a matter of fact a great number of families were there. The forum was always packed on the weekends during boxing, roller derby and wrestling. It was an inexpensive outing back then. So, my adoration of the sport began. I not only watched boxing, but also participated in the sport by being a sparing partner at the department and learned how to box at the gym. It has been years since I have attended a major match in Vegas, but I still watch them on HBO. Anyhoo, on to my blog.

I posted this pic in my sports challenge.


When I posted this pic, I was sent several heated IMs from one particular former female poster who took offense to it. She kept telling me that I was condoning violence against women and even told me that I wasn't much of a woman or supporter of violence against women because I was a fan of the sport. She couldn't see that the sport had empowered me and even taught me self defense. This former member kept demanding that I take the pic down.
No matter how much I told her that it wasn't condoning violence against women and that I was the winner in the (pretend) match, she kept attacking me. I tried to tell her that my representation of the sport was in fun and that the paint to make black eyes was all a part of the fun. If you box, you are going to end up with black eyes. Back then I didn't lash out at her but I didn't back down either. I remained kind and then I let it go. Up until she deleted, she kept lashing out. I still let it go. I think about her from time to time and hope that she has found peace in her life. I also hope she has found the ability to empower herself and has stopped the loathing she felt towards women who were confident.

To me, a woman who is self assured, strong in mind, and able to convey their abilities... is a fighter in her own right.

This is not a call to arms, but just a reminder to those reading this.
Our Mods.
I think that they are doing the best that they can for the good of NN. The Mods are once again under fire in the forum. I repeat again, this is not to rally the troops. This blog is to give a shout out to the job they are trying to accomplish here. Especially in the picture gallery. I may not be a Mod, but I understand the UNPAID job that they do. I occasionally have a disagreement with one, but that doesn't mean that I don't respect them or what they have been volunteering to do. Posters scream for a reason as to why their pics are being deleted. I say to those posters (like in status earlier) to go and read the rules and try to understand the reason. The poster also asks for the Mod who deleted the pics to send them a message. A Mod cannot send an IM to everyone person whose pics they delete. That would cause mayhem and would take too much time. Plus it would start and IM war and the poster could possibly harass that Mod. This is why the Mods are not instructed to send the poster a reason.

Put yourself in the Moderators shoes and try to understand how they feel. I am sure that they feel like this at times.


Well, they aren't punching bags and should not be treated as such. Try not to call them names in an open forum out of anger. It just makes you look bad. The Mods take beatings and still continue volunteering for NN. HUGS to the Mods. Pass it on.

Cats are not my cup of tea and I may not own one, but that doesn't mean I don't find them to be beautiful and loving creatures. They have feelings, can be sensitive and have many quirks that are adorable.
Flashback to being a little girl: There has only been one cat in my life that I have ever loved. It was Sister J's cat. Her name was Samantha. Sammy was a Tabby with blue eyes, very playful and funny. She would hide up in the bookshelves or on top of the curtains and cat bomb you as you walked by. When Sammy was a wee kitten, Sister J started to teach her to not hiss out of anger or swipe at you. J would wag her finger in front of Sams face and tell her no no no. I learned back then when done properly, you can teach a cat to not lash out. Why am I telling you this?

I read a news article about a 22 pound Himalayan Cat that held a family hostage in Oregon. It seems the families 7 month old child had grabbed the cats tail (their story) and when this happened, the cat scratched the child's face. When the baby began to cry, the father kicked the cat in the ass across the room. According to the family, the cat went berserk and chased them all around the living room and into the bedroom where they hid and called 911. They were calling for the police to come and rescue them. The 911 Operator could hear the cat screaming. So the police showed up and found the cat on top of the fridge.

In all fairness to the cat, the Dad has given three different accounts of this situation. In the first story the Dad admitted to hurting the cat and now the new stories are different in order to make the cat look as bad as possible. Now, I am not saying the cat did not scratch the child, it did. But how long had the child been abusing the cat? The Mom and Dad said that it wasn't the first time the child had hurt the cat. And I wonder about the cat being hurt and that is why is was hissing and running amok in the house. The dad kicked the poor cat in the ass with such force, the cat was sent across the room and hit a wall. I do know that cats will run and scream in pain. This story disturbs me for a few reasons. I ask again: Why would the family keep letting the child hurt the cat? Why didn't they teach the child to be careful? Dogs and cats are not supposed to be abused by children. No matter how young the child is. And why did they not consider the cats injuries for it running around like a wild animal?

So cat lovers and owners, did you read this story? The story keeps changing so it is hard to gauge what really happened. Another question; Do you also wonder why the parents did not teach the child to be careful with the cat?

Even the softest color of eyes can have the strength of the waters tide and knock a woman off of her feet.

*sigh*

The eyes.
There is a saying that the eyes are the windows to our souls. Yes, that is true.
But I also know that if you find a person whose eyes you can get lost in, it's a pathway to your heart.

You really do have to know your audience during our discussions. We cannot talk about anything and everything in front of everyone. There has to be a camaraderie among the table of our peers. If just one person is touchy, we could all be in trouble. That is why I choose a particular group of friends to mull over life's most unanswered and detrimental questions. We get into some pretty heated debates.
One of today's topics was 'the wet spot'
Who should sleep in it?

2 officers said that the women should take the wet spot.
1 said that it's the mans responsibility.
1 said that if he gets a BJ he would gladly take the wet spot.
1 said that he changes the sheets because it feels like laying in snot. (wth? can we say the word 'anal?)
1 went on and on about how making love to his woman is one of the greatest joys in his life and that the beauty......(I won't go on with that one because he was interrupted by the other officers and they pulled his man card)...lol
And me? I said that have never balked and will gladly take the wet spot. It's a reminder of some awesome sex, so why complain?

Let's here it? Who takes the wet spot and who passes on it?

I haven't listened to this song in years. Loverboy. Working for the Weekend! The ultimate aerobics song.
When I was in my 20's I went to aerobics class for a about 4 years, a couple of days a week. It was the thing back then and all the rage. Spandex tights, headbands and high top tennis shoes with matching leggings. Silly look now, but all of the rage back then. We were hot hot hot! After a few years, I thought why am I paying to attend the aerobics class when I can teach it? As long as it didn't interrupt taking care of the house and hubs, it would be fun. So that is what I did. I applied and began teaching at a gym. I threw up during my first class....lol. I wondered why? The answer was soon discovered. I was pregnant! I was happy to be pregnant. I was just disappointed that I wasn't going to teach and though that I had to wait.

But, I turned everything around and thought again...hmmm? All is not lost. I started an aerobics class for pregnant women. We looked funny! At least to ourselves we did. It turned out that we were the hit of the gym. More men would sit and watch through the big glass walls at the preggos, than they did at the non pregnant classes. Pregnant women are sexy!

So here is a toast to the flashbacks that hit us when we least expect them. And another toast to turning a frown upside down because after all, when life takes one turn....you take a hold of the wheel and go with it.

She always gets confused with daylight savings time. You can set your clock by it...lol. Get it, set your clock?......bahahaha, I kill myself sometimes...*giggles*

Anyhoo, she calls and she asks me about the correct time. I tell her and she laughs because she forgot (AGAIN) about spring being an hour ahead. We have this discussion each time DST comes around. So I remind her to spring forward and fall back. Then she goes on to say that we can just as easily spring backwards and fall forward. Yes, that is her mind working. So I say "T, how can we spring backwards?" Her answer "Easy, stand up and jump back" Then she goes on to explain that drunks fall forward all of the time. Again, this is how her mind works. I tell her to stop giving it so much thought & to go with the flow of things and to get busy changing all of her clocks.

Then she tells me she doesn't have to do anything with clocks. Her computer clock is automatic, her stove clock isn't working, her alarm clock broke months ago, she doesn't wear a watch and her phone is pre-programmed. So I ask her "Why in the hell are you asking me about the time?" She replies "I haven't logged on to the computer yet and I can't see the time on the phone because I am talking to you"

My dear NNers, I wake up with a smile each day, but to wake up laughing my ass off is very enjoyable.

This is one of two poems that I wrote for my 5 year old nephew. Like my niece, I was going through some boxes and came across a reminder of many years ago.

Don't weep my little angel,
Your soul belongs in warm hands.
You were brave my little angel,
The pain was greater than any one man could stand.
Don't be sad my little angel,
The tears that fall will disappear.
The pain is gone,
Stand now, stand with out the fear.
Run in heaven my little angel,
There isn't a need to frown.
With the lords caress and all his faith,
He's not one to let you down.
Don't cry for us little angel, our sorrows they will heal.
The lord knows what we are thinking, he knows just how we feel.
Go and dance my little angel,
In heaven no one lets you fall.
We will dance again with you my dear angel,
We're just waiting for the call.
Sing for us sweet angel,
Your melody will never fade.
From this day forward, We can hear what heaven has made.
You can still laugh little angel,
A laugh we won't forget.
Remember, I told you that laughter heals our souls.
No one has proven me wrong, yet.
So remember my little angel,
Your past with us is deep within,
Those memories are ours to hold,
Your future is heaven and now it will begin.
Don't worry my little angel,
You won't be alone you see,
There are many of us still in your heart,
And one of them is me.
I love you.



A good cry is in order. I am due.

In keeping with matching Legography photos with my previously taken photos, I give you Carnival Lego.

Legography Pic.


My carnival pic taken in Santa Cruz 2013

Whew! It has been busy. No complaints here.....I do enjoy my job. It is hard to call it a job when it's something that I look forward to everyday. The saying "If you like what you do, you will never work a day in your lie" is true. After a while though, I need to remind myself that it is okay to hand the phone off to someone else. There hasn't been much time to go to the gym or even exercise. I miss that. I miss swimming and do need to get back to it. I feel mushy......lol. That is a term I use when I haven't been active outside of the office. So it is time to kick myself in the rear and let others handle the suicide calls and or reports. Basically, I need to delegate more...lol Yes, I must do that and I will. It is me time for the next thirty days. It will be me me me....*giggle*

Sketching and painting is fun, but it is still sedentary. Going for slow walks as I take pictures is getting out, but it isn't the same as pushing myself and sweating. It's fun to create and it's exciting to find the beauty that surrounds me. But I am missing the energized feeling of the active workouts. I am on a mission to sweat my ass of for the next 30 days! And I don't mean at work. I look forward to my muscles being sore again.