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It Breaks My Heart More Than You Will Ever Know

Um.  What I really wanted to title my blog post for today was…

There is a Special Place in Hell for People Like You!

I rarely share my full-blown views.

I don’t know.

It is just not my thing.

I have my opinions, but that does not necessarily make them right.

I help when my heart says ~ This is for you love, do something.

I rarely hate either.


If you are one of those cruel and heartless people who leaves ANY animal out in this cold, especially now with this cold blast of arctic air that has taken over for an extremely long period of time…..

I wish for you – Karma times one hundred.

May you find yourself out in these frigid and miserable temperatures with no provisions for at least 48 hours straight.


May you burn in hell.


Told ya.

I don’t normally share my close to my heart views, but this message needs to be shared.

And, who knows, maybe you can find a kinder way.

But.  Bottom line. If you see any animal out in these mind numbing temps, please, please take action.

Call for help, step in, whatever.

Animals cannot talk.  They cannot express – I really need help.  Oh, by the way, this is the worst thing ever, even worse than death.

Please do the right thing.


And.  Even if like me, you will be voicing your strong opinion when normally you do not, this is very worth it, and then some.

No one, nor no thing, deserves to be left out in the cold.






Victory!  Three Weeks Later.

It has been a looooooong three weeks working on getting my car repaired at no cost to me.

Last post I shared that the oil pan in my S2000 had been damaged because someone used an aftermarket oil plug while performing an oil change on my car.

By doing this, it stripped the original threading and resulted in my car leaking oil.

I have never had an oil leak, and the car is 15 years old, so this really freaked me out.  I don’t like when something it not right with my car.

But when I found out that this problem was due to someone else’s negligence, someone who didn’t have the courage to let me know what had happened, I guess hoping I’d never find out, um, I got pissed.

You mess with my family, my cats or my cars and you are very much going to wish you did not do that.

I don’t go ballistic much, but in those three areas, I will rip you a new one and become your worst nightmare.

To make a long story short, I sent the garage a courier package with a letter that said in essence, you have got to be out of your mind if you think I am going to spend $650 to repair a mistake your garage made.

Well, I really did say that part among other stuff.

I also sent pictures of my home and work parking spaces featuring the oil leak in all of its glory, a repair estimate my normal mechanic (who has been working on my cars since 2000) prepared, along with copies of the receipts of the work they performed and a copy of my attempt to reach them sooner via email that bounced back.

I advised them to fix this, or refund me the cost of the oil change and the $650 needed to repair the damage, or they would be hearing from my lawyer.


Enter said lawyer.

I cannot share the letter he wrote and had FedEx’ed to them because I do not have his permission, but let’s just say, I sure as hell would step up to the plate if I had received that letter.

His letter also stated that all contact of any type going forward should run through him.


On Friday, the lawyer decided to draw up lawsuit paperwork to send over.  I think the paperwork was due to be sent out on Monday.

Friday evening I received a voicemail.  The garage owner asked that I bring my car in on Saturday so we could review and resolve the situation.

They put my car up, we went through the whole drill again about what was wrong and we were getting nowhere.

Then all of my pent-up anger about this whole unfair situation that has plagued me for three very long weeks tricked out and the f-bombs came flying out of my mouth.

I was hopping mad, like I said; one of the three things you do not want to mess with when it comes to me is my cars.

Three hours later, yes I spent three hours at the garage today supervising any and all work done on my car; asking question as they explained every step of the way what they were doing, we resolved (hopefully) the issue…at no cost to me.

They installed a larger oil plug that required creating new threads, which is very tricky and time-consuming.

And, I did eventually sincerely apologize for being rude and mean with my language explaining that my car means a lot to me and it is not fair that costly damage could be done without my knowledge or consent.

Kinda funny, the owner asked me – Do you work on cars?

I was quite knowledgeable and in the mix the whole time.

I said no, but whenever I take my car in and I am on site, I am in the garage under my car with the mechanic to learn everything I can.

And you know, the people who helped me today, I do not think they are responsible.

But I did notice one person who was missing from the scene.

The mechanic who I am pretty sure preformed the oil change on my car that started all of this.

I get vibes about people, those that helped me today, I truly believe they care about the work they do.

That other dude, hm, something about him rubbed me the wrong way from the start and we didn’t even talk.

To me, he was more disengaged and seemed to be there only for a paycheck and not happily so.

Moral of the story.  Do not be afraid to stand up for yourself.  Do not be afraid to ask for help.

I am pretty sure if I had not asked the lawyer for help, I would have had to pay $650 to repair something that was not my fault.

And the lawyer helped me, did not charge me, helped me because he is good and kind, and he does not like when people try to harm others by not taking responsibility.

I am going to buy him a $50 Starbucks gift card to say thank you.

And if he doesn’t drink coffee…he can re-gift the card and become someone else’s hero.







She Made Me Cry

I have been going through a little bit of a rough patch here lately, hence the silence.

I won’t bore you with the details because with all luck, this too shall pass.

But today I cried.

I cannot believe she made me cry.

I got home and I had a surprise package waiting for me on my doorstep from the mailman.

It was a box full of thoughtful gifts….little toys for Kennedy (my cat), a bottle of wine, a hoity toity dark chocolate bar, a lovely journal, a beautiful card with the most cheerful message, awesome photos of she and her children, a health/fitness magazine because she knows I am trying to get in shape, and this little dude……

Little Pumpkin Dude

I couldn’t help it, I cried.

It was one of the best cries I have had in a long time.

Tears of gratitude, tears of feeling loved and cared about, in short, just tears of wow.

I share this because if you want to make someone’s day for no reason, or even if you know they could use a lift, you might want to follow her lead.

It really could hug someone’s heart when they need it most.


Cleaning and organizing my closet yesterday, I came across my two old cell phones that I have been hanging onto to donate to a domestic violence victim’s organization. I just didn’t know how to wipe them clean of the phone set up data information, so I have been “sitting” on them.

Well….I found the site below, I took the phones to a Verizon Wireless store and the dude wiped them both clean in five minutes flat, and I mailed them out yesterday!

Check it out…..



If you have old cell phones that you are not using, please considering donating them to this cause. It couldn’t be easier start to finish.

Info about HopeLine:

Verizon is committed to helping the nearly one in four women, one in seven men and more than 3 million children in the United States affected by domestic violence. We’re doing our part to end this epidemic by collecting no-longer-used wireless phones and accessories and turning them into support for domestic violence organizations nationwide. Through HopeLine, we’ve donated hundreds of thousands of phones and awarded millions of dollars in cash grants to our partner agencies.

Wireless phones and technology serve as a vital link for all of us. They’re also an especially safe and reliable way for domestic violence victims and survivors to reach emergency or support services in times of crisis and stay connected with employers, family and friends.

10.8 million+ Phones collected nationwide since 2001

$21.4 million+ Cash grants given to domestic violence organizations since 2001

180,000 HopeLine phones donated to victims and survivors since 2001

Here’s the site: HopeLine from Verizon




Are We There Yet???

My boss asked if I would drive him over to a meeting.

His daughter had his car, and it was too muggy and hot to walk over.

So I obliged.

Let me preface this by saying, he’s tall, probably a little over 6 feet.

Let me also preface this by saying, he could have asked one of my co-workers whose vehicles include a truck, a monster truck, a SUV and a four door sedan.

I think he wanted to see what the little convertible was all about.

I also think that will be last time he asks me for a ride.

He was barely able to get in, and no lie, his knees were up by his ears for the entire ride.

I looked over and asked ~ Are you going to put your seatbelt on?

HELL NO! I cannot move, let alone find the seatbelt!!

Shortly after he exclaimed, HOLY BLEEP! Can you even fit your cat in this car???

As we were driving, I looked over and had visions of what one of those race track trainers would look like in my car with me and thought, Uh Oh.

I am hoping they employ some trainers the size of jockeys, because those are about the only dudes who would be comfortable up in my car with me, particularly racing around track.

We arrived safely at his destination and he had to peel himself out.

Seriously it was kinda iffy there for a moment.

I offered to put the top down to make it easier, but he declined.

He also informed me that he’d be walking home after his meeting!!

Best twenty minutes of my day, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.

So, does anyone else need a ride somewhere?

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