About Me~

When All Else Fails, Smile!

It’s a beautiful day outside my window today! I am SO, SO, SO grateful to be seeing the sun from my own window, and not that of the hospital. I was very lucky this particular hospital visit, too, because every single person I came in contact with was nice. Seriously! They were all enjoying their jobs, and happy to be at work helping people. Let me tell ya, that’s not always the case. I have an idea. I think hospitals should use the same criteria for hiring that customer service rep companies do. Such as,” Are you a people person?” , “Do you enjoy working with the public?” , “Are you interested in making some one else’s day better while they are here?” GREAT! This job is for you!! But I HAVE had hospital experiences where I do believe I have never seen so many grouchy people in my life! Everywhere I went there people were angry, aggravated, annoyed, alarmed or something. Now, granted, I know these are tough times. Times are tight, and money’s even tighter. It’s not fun to HAVE to work. Long hours, and low pay suck. And I ‘m sure that nursing must be a VERY difficult and emotionally trying job. But, I am beginning to wonder if people have forgotten where we live. I mean, it’s still America, right? Land of the free, home of the brave , and all that that implies? Sure, we’re having tough times, but we’ve still got more freedoms than just about any other place I know of. You can get up in the morning and go to work, or not. You can buy macaroni, or filet mignon, if you wanna, (and can afford it!). You can wear a striped shirt, some dotted pants, and a pink bow in your purple hair. You might get some looks, but no one will tell you , you can’t do that.(Well, I mean your mother might, but it isn’t illegal.) You can drive your car, go home to your house, of whatever size , and pretty much feel safe. These are all good things right? And I know everyone is entitled to have a bad day. But , you are not entitled to take your bad day out on someone else. Especially when that person is the one IN the hospital bed. I mean, compared to that , your life’s lookin’ pretty good , don’t ya think? So, I swear the next time I get admitted to the ER or the hospital and smile at someone, and they snarl at me……I may just have to get angry, aggravated, annoyed, alarmed or something!

Seriously…..life is good …..so SMILE! it freaks people out!~ Ruby Jeanette

About Me~

Hiding Behind My Hat~

I am a “hats” girl. Always have been. When I was little I was never seen without one of my two favorite hats, a beat up baseball cap that my Dad gave me, or my cowboy hat. I was a major tomboy, and even though I had long hair, I always wore it pulled back so that I could pull my ponytail through the back of the ballcap, or tuck it under my cowboy hat. I never really was much of an “appearances” kind of kid, or a girly-girl. I didn’t wear makeup, or carry a purse until I was well into my teens. It just didn’t seem important. I mean really? When you’re breaking and training horses, taking transmissions out of old trucks, and learning to weld, which handbag to carry is not really something you have to worry about. And who wants mascara running down their face when you’re swimming your horse upriver? And dresses? Fuhgeddaboutit. Those were reserved for church, and were immediately ripped off and tossed haphazardly when arriving home, while running full speed towards the barn. But, hats. That’s a different story. You really don’t think about needing one until you are outside. The sun, the rain, the wind, all those things are what hats are made for.
Now that I am grown with two children of my own, I still like to wear my hats. I like fedoras, newsboys , berets , anything that can be jaunty and masculine but feminine at the same time. I like to buy costume jewelry brooches and pins to wear on them. It kind of adds my own twist.
I look back now and realize that when I was growing up and wearing my two favorite toppers, that sometimes it wasn’t always about protection from the weather. Sometimes I think I used my headgear as protection from other things. I was very different from the girls my age, and caught a lot of teasing on account of it. So the hats became almost like an armor to wear to keep people from getting too close. There is something about a hat that kind of keeps others at a respectable distance. The brim on a hat can hide your eyes, and can make it easier to see what others are thinking , without them doing the same to you. I ‘m not really sure why I felt like I needed that force field of protection at that point in my life. I felt different , and you know when you are a tween or a teen that “different” is a very hard thing to be.
I don’t feel vulnerable like that anymore, so now I just wear hats that feel fun. Or whimsical. I don’t have to hide. I’ve grown into my uniqueness, and what people think doesn’t bother me anymore. It’s really okay to be different, and every body will not necessarily wear the same “hats” in personality, or in life!

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About Me~

What Do You See? ( In Me)~

I never really thought too much about what makes me stand out. I like trying to figure out what makes others stand out, or makes them the people that they are. It seems kind of arrogant or self-centered to think about self in such a way, but, I guess it takes a certain amount of arrogance to be a blogger , if you think about it. I mean really, you write and post under the assumption that people are going to read it, or that they care somehow. I really did not start my blog with this assumption, my thoughts were more, “This is for me, so years down the road , I can look at it, and say, ‘Here’s how far I’ve come.’ or maybe even ‘Here’s how far down I’ve gone’., lol ! ” But I guess for some people maybe they hope to be famous, or start a blogging empire, complete with a “brand” of their name on a product or something. I would totally not even dare to assume such a thing about myself! 🙂 But , I guess if maybe I look at myself through the eyes of others, I might could guess what makes me stand out…….I’ll give it a go, anyways…

Things That Make Me Stand Out~

1. I CAN”T dance. I have no moves. Not even like Jagger. You know what I mean, that whole geeky, moves, but no moves type style. Don’t ask. It ain’t happenin’.

2. I am a complete and total dork. I LOVE to read, draw, watch old movies and British telly. I like beat up Converse sneakers, hoodies, vintage tees, am blind without my specs, and anything else you could even vaguely describe as belonging in the land of the nerdy.

3. I really, truly, deeply care about other people’s problems. I suppose that might be construed as slightly egotistical, but it is nonetheless true. I honestly am interested in what’s happening in your life. I don’t mind if it’s good, bad, ugly or indifferent, if it is important to you, I care about it.

4. I like to laugh. I don’t mean a little snicker, heehee, behind a hand so as not to draw too much attention. I mean , I like to guffaw , hoot, snort, complete-body-rollicking -in – the – aisle laugh. A lot.

And finally, I am slightly suspicious that the quality that makes me stand out the most is………….
5. I’m totally normal. Vanilla. Possibly to the point of boredom. So, really the thing that makes me stand out, is , “I don’t .”

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About Me~

Purrrr- sonality~

  I love animals. I have 5 dogs, 1 cat, 1 terrapin, 2 goldfish, 1 catfish, 1 sucker -fish thingie, and an assorted number of chickens. In the last year I also had 2 praying mantises , and a hermit crab. I ‘ve  had birds, hamsters, horses, goats, pigs, calves, and two anole lizards. I can say I’ve never owned a sheep , a llama, or a snake. Not sure why not, just haven’t had time to get to those particular animals yet!

The funny thing is I was just scrolling through some of my pictures and found this one of my little Beagle/Shi-Tzu mix, Curley, along with some pics of my other animals, and I realize it really is true that each of them has their own personality! He is totally the cool one. If he were a person , he would ride a Harley and wear leather with his shades.

Isabel is a mountain cur/whatever and she would be the kid in school who can’t sit still.  You know all those dogs on the movie “Up”?  “Master would be most pleased with …….SQUIRREL!”  that ‘s Isabel.

Ivy is a little ole bitty shaggy terrier/chihuahua looking thing and would be the one who needed therapy.   She is terrified by pretty much everything, and has a nervous twitch.

Boonie is my 80 pound chocolate lab, who thinks the world is his playground. If you think about a big ole goofy teenaged boy who can’t leave the fridge for more than 5 minutes, thinks he is the best thing since sliced bananas, and has tons of energy…….that’s Boonie.

MoMo is our Basset Hound.  Bless his heart, if he were a kid , he’d be the one you made extra time for, because you know he’s going to take FOREVER to do anything.  If MO-lasses was a dog, it would be Mo-Mo. Mo-Mo the Slow-Slow.

And finally , to the cat.  What to say about the cat?  Cats are a whole different category of personality.  They just live “with ” us, I think. Well, really , it’s like we live with them.  THEY tolerate us in THEIR homes, I think.  Cats don’t need our approval.  Cats don’t really care whether you like them or not.  Cats are just themselves, and you can either like it or get out of their way.  Our current feline is Cleo.  As in Cleo-Catra.  It completely suits her, because she is a Queen in every way.

I never thought I would have this many animals at once, but it kind of grows on you.( As for the feed bill, not so much!)  It’s a lot of fun to watch them all interact, and to interact with them.  It’s like surrounding yourself with interesting people, I don’t think I’ll ever be bored!

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The Other Half~

Me and My Husband

Do you have a person who brings out the best in you?  Who are they , and why do you think they have this ability?  What makes them able to do this?

My person is my husband.  We’ve been together 16 years and will be married 15 in December.  He is really my complete opposite in personality, so I guess it’s true what they say about attraction.  I’m kind of hyper, a little crazy, like bright colors and funky music.  I talk, talk, talk, and he’s quiet.  I sometimes don’t think about what I say before I say it, and he thinks about everything that comes out of his mouth.  I’m a people person, and he’s reserved.  But, I guess the funny thing about that is , we really do make a whole pair that way.  If a phone call needs to be made to someone we don’t know, I don’t mind, cause I can just about talk to anybody.  If someone needs a person to hear them out when they are upset, my husband is the one you need, because he will quietly listen.  If we ‘ve got to have a problem with our kids disputed, we need the hubby. He can be calm and cool.  I , however, will  be emotional and teary and the whole nine yards.  I guess maybe you could liken it to one thing. If you’re going to a funeral , you need him, and if you’re going to a party ya’ need me!

Of course with us being together so long, he can also bring out the worst in me.  Even though it’s not intentional ( I hope!)  he has some habits that just drive me wild!  He leaves his stuff everywhere.  A typical male habit , I’m told.  On this chair, in this drawer , across this cabinet.  He is sloooooooow to make decisions, and I feel like he is molasses sometimes.  ( But then again, “I” of the snap decisions need someone to moderate my impulses occasionally!)  I like meeting new people , and he would really rather live under a rock.  This is an old family trait , he tells me.  When men of his family reach a certain age, they become hermits.

So, hopefully we balance each other out.  It’s a give and take .  I have a very strong personality, I think, so sometimes maybe he’s more on the giving end.      I never really thought about how one person can keep us grounded, mellow us out, and just make us a better person, but he does all that for me.          And I’ve given him a little more gray in  return! Gee, I think that earns the boy  an extra big kiss when he gets home, don’t you?

 

Here’s to that one special person~ Ruby Jeanette