The Best blogs are Ambien induced

It’s often been said that great artists have muses that inspire and carry word, paint and song to a greater place. The Muse is said to be one of the nine daughters of Zues who travel the world helping the mortal world become more poetic. Well, pharmacology has replaced the nine little trollops with Ambien. I KNOW  some folks prefer weed, but I can’t bring myself to intake that stuff and I don’t want to smoke anything and ruin and already fragile bronchial system.

Ambien has gotten me in trouble because it’s a bit of a truth serum  Ask me anything you want and my pure little heart answers it with truth. I’ve started websites, I’ve cooked very tasty ramen noodles in my haze and also have  found ambien, beer and sex to be the reason for a most memorable of nights.

There is something about a conscience mind that keeps us on paths. It is clear these paths can be shut down and turnd on again at will. The flight or fight mechanism is very important in our daily lives. I’m pretty sure that I have a working fight/flight, I just have differentiating opinions as to which brings best results. My favorite confrontation center has become Big Lots. Don’t know what it is about that place but me and the check out area there will some day end up on you tube and then on Nancy Grace trying to discuss the crime scene. The last time I had to choose fight or flight a black woman with three small children in a buggy, all with adorable beads tightly worked in their hair, had walked away to find cooking oil. She was in the process of checkout, but that ins’t the tale I”m telling. Her small child, maybe 18 months had climbed out of the buggy seat and started to stand on the top of the push bar. Having some motherly instincts, I lunged forward and blocked him. Being only blessed with some parental wisdom it was clear I had consumed the smart side of my instincts because when she returned from failing to find cooking oil, all she heard me say was “Don’t do that  you’re going to die.” Well, my little white girl humor did not set well with big mama. I chose to take the high road and apologized instead of telling her she should thank me his head wasn’t all over the packaged candy. It was obvious she would have liked to fight, but instead the three perfectly coiffed kids got her wrath. I try to make it a point not to engage a black woman. They are crazy in a good day, but you know you are in trouble if she reaches for that weave. As a white woman, I say… “RUN!”


Lions and Tigers and Rhinos… Oh MY!

I wanted to help animals. This simple desire turned into a rather complex task. I heard about a rescue through Facebook that looked like it might be a worthy cause. They had pet adoptions on Saturday’s at Pet Smart in Palm Coast so I introduced myself and shortly thereafter performed the task of webmaster. Wanting to use my skills to help their organization, the website gave a perfect format. The pet adoptions gave me a great way to get photos and the site allowed me to post available animals so that many could see them who didn’t necessarily walk into the Petsmart. I helped take Santa photos, I had arranged to get Publix to allow donation bins in additional stores and I felt like my goal to help animals had a great start.

But! Bring people into the mix and all of a sudden some woman who called herself an “available light” photographer makes enough noise to get a memo sent out putting me in my place as someone who was only to enter new information on the site. Mind you, the site had increased to almost a five hundred a day hit average and animals posted and featured were typically adopted within a week and a half, but as the fruits of my offerings came in, the anger of the founder grew greater.

I realized while attending a city council meeting for the rescue to get an exception to keep performing its duties that the owner, who was asking for a 50 pet exception to zoning, considered these animals allegedly up for adoption “her pets.” Because she made such a connection with them, she refused to let go of many adoptable animals. If you check the site now, you would see adoptable dogs like pure breed pomeranians and chihuahuas that aren’t adopted after months. Why? Because you get questioned about everything and very often made to feel you are good enough for her animals.

Well, I for one walked away. Her exception was granted but she’s run into a problem with an unforeseen cost and is trying to raise that $5000. She also is running low on food donations. I wonder if maybe others are becoming aware that supporting someone’s good deeds that have major addendums and exclusions so that she can feel better about herself isn’t what they want to do. I know I didn’t.