Things are a bit squirrely here

Yesterday afternoon, I let the dogs out after their ‘dinner’. Immediately, Libby had a ‘toy’ in her mouth, tossing it around without any regard to caring in the least that this ‘toy’ was a live, slightly overweight squirrel who apparently couldn’t move fast enough after hearing the warning bell system we have in place. The last time this happen, the poor squirrel died in my arms after I cried, apologized and comforted it.

This time, the squirrel only had a broken leg and was mad as all get out. I wrapped the creature in a towel and rubbed its little head, letting it know everything would be okay. Figuring out that this squirrel is not going to die any time soon, I sprang into action, calling, messaging, trying to find somewhere to take this squirrel to get a tiny cast put on it’s leg and get a little rehab. After numerous calls, I found a place that would take in my small patient, but how in the world to you transport a pissed off injured squirrel? Well, at my husband’s suggestion, I gently placed it in a copy paper box with a lid that could be placed on top, placed the patient in the passenger seat of my car with a 10 pound purse on top of the box, praying the whole way to Grapevine that 1) the squirrel wouldn’t chew through the box and attack me while enroute, and 2) it would stay alive, just long enough to get to the hospital.

The trip was uneventful, and the squirrel is now in the possession of the Southlake Emergency Animal Hospital in Grapevine. These great people take in wildlife and try to rehabilitate them then release them back in the wild. If for some reason the creature can’t be helped, they humanely put them to sleep so they don’t suffer anymore. They do this all for free, but donations are accepted and appreciated.

Yes, I know you are probably thinking ‘it’s a damn squirrel, who cares?’

Well, I do. Yes, my squirrel friends devour my bird seed in mass quantities, but they provide countless photographic opportunities that make me happy.

We all need happiness in our lives.

Your lips are moving, you must be lying

Note:  I had originally wrote this post several years ago but never published it, but now it's time. 

You know when you just have to vent to get something off your chest and really the only person you can express your thoughts to is your husband and he is tired of hearing it?  You know the dysfunctional family crap that know one really wants to hear because they are dealing with their own dysfunctional family crap?  Well, that's where I am at.  No one to talk to because frankly no one really cares or maybe because the issue really is not a big deal at all, except to one person....ME.

This issue is about lying and pride.  When a person who you think is a trusted member of your family has lied off and on for most of your life.  These lies for the most part don't really hurt anyone, so you just brush them off and go on your merry way through life.  Why the lies, you ask?  Well, this person's PRIDE gets in the way.  Public appearance is EVERYTHING to this person, so this person makes up tiny little white lies to make it APPEAR that everything is just hunky dory in their life. But what if one deceitful lie goes a little bit too far?  What if this deceitful lie affects someone else in your life that you care for?  What if this deceitfulness is so big that if you don't say anything, consequences will be ENORMOUS? So you give this information out to the person it affects and it is up to her on how she processes this tidbit of info.  You know what happens?  The SHIT hits the fan.  Good Lord, you would have thought the end of the world just happened.

Then, what if the lying family member starts telling everyone that I just ratted him out to cause discourse among the family?  Uh, nope.  That's not what I did at all.  Nope, all I did was give a piece of information that was important enough for another family member to know about.  It was up to that family member on how she was to process the information.  This lie did not affect me at all, but it did affect one that I care for very much.  This information did not go any further than the person it affected and the spouse.  But you would have thought that I had broadcast the information for the whole world to know about it.  But guess what?  DID NOT HAPPEN.  This was a family issue, and it remained with family it affected.  NO ONE else needed to know and NO ONE else was told.

So basically, what I really want to say here (in case this person just happens to see this) is if you lie, OWN it!  Don't be the victim in YOUR lies and deceit.  You caused this....OWN IT!  Don't make me look like the bad person, when in fact it is all on YOU.

So to this person who shall remain unnamed because you know, everything must APPEAR PERFECT,  I really don't give a crap anymore.  I am TIRED of your lies.  I am TIRED of your deceit.  If you don't have the balls enough to OWN your mistake, then I am DONE.  I DO NOT CARE.  Go forth and lie and live your life a lonely old man who can not be trusted.  Because as far as I am concerned, if your lips are moving,  you must be lying.