Racoon Rescue Ranger

Some time ago. On a very hot and humid day. I was taking out trash......again. I rolled one of the big shop trash cans out to the dumpster. There was only one can today so I was alone. This is not uncommon.


I lifted the can in front of me and dumped it in. As I lifted the can away to shake it and ensure that all the trash had fallen out I saw a raccoon. I realize now from the look on his face that he was more frightened than me but at first sight I was so startled that I screamed and stumbled back ward. I dropped the can and nearly fell down. I walked back to the office to do the responsible thing, call animal control. When I told them what happened no one cared. I said it was hot and if the raccoon didn't get out he would die. "So" they all replied. I couldn't let that stand.



I marched out to the dumpster determined to find a way to help this little guy out. I look around and find bits to lower in. The first was too short and he fell back in with a chatter. I look again and get a bigger frame piece to lower. He climbed to the top and paused on the edge to give me what I like to think of as a look of thanks. He trotted off and was never seen again. I hope he found some place safe to be. It's nice to do a good thing even if its just for a small animal.

My Nights With The Pagans

I'm not a Pagan. Not really. But when I stumbled across a Pagan group that held meetings and classes once a week I was intrigued. I've been in Oklahoma for about 6 months now and I've made very few friends. I didn't really know how to meet people. I never really have. I am not what you would call socially adept. But these lovely, if a bit odd, people welcomed me. It was nice. I see them once a week and have a very pleasant social outlet. Even though I wouldn't call myself Pagan, not in the strictest sense. I call my spiritual preference "cafeteria style", one guy at the group calls it "eclectic". We talk about everything. Politics, religion, sex, whatever comes up....pardon the pun, totally unintended. I find myself thinking "maybe I am pagan, I do seem to fit."Never having really stamped a title on my God or religious preference I wonder sometimes if there is one for me. Or if a title is even necessary. I'm not really looking for input. Just thinking to myself. Is my desire to remain untitled keeping me from becoming a part of solid social circles?

Ah, having a back log on topics.

I know I've been away a while but I'll be back soon with amazing stories!

Still to come......
How I got hit in the head by a goat.
Mac, hero to Raccoons every where!
Dead Mice and Greed
My nights with the Pagans
The A-Team, and my long time Mr.T infatuation

I don't have time right now but I will very soon.

Ergh!

This writing thing is harder than I remember. But to be fair I haven't done it in so long. Now I have alot of stories in my head all clamoring for attention. It gets noisy and hard to focus. I am trying. I just keep throwing things down and hopefully something will emerge as the victorious one.

1st Sgt was wondering why I wasn't smiling this morning. I always smile in the morning. I'm a morning person and I love PT. But I didn't sleep well. I'm bored, unfocused and unorganized. A far cry from my normal and happy state of being. People keep leaving but things keep breaking. As if the trucks don't realized we are short on workers. *Pisha* I hate to see not mission capable vehicles. It upsets me cause generally It was a small problem not long ago, no one caught it and now its a big problem. I think my biggest issue is that I care too much. I have a deep down need to do my job really well. I just don't understand when others aren't the same way.

Well I'm going to work. I've had my coffee and I am bound and determined to make a dent in the crap pile! Wish me Luck!

Long Time No Write

Boy, I'm terrible at this blogging thing. I never seem to do it regularly. Alot like my journals. I wonder why I can't commit to journals. They help me, I know they do. I always feel better after I write. So why not just do it. I suppose it's like starting to exercise or quiting smoking. Something that is a habit tends to stay a habit and something thats not tends to stay that way too. Like the law of inertia.

Anyway I'm back and I'm off work and alone for a few days so I might really write. Let the rambling begin.......

I recall very few memories from my younger years. Lately, however, my memories as an adult are so vivid I can hardly tell the difference between them and reality. I'll be walking the line at the motor pool and suddenly, if only for a second, I see a familiar Korean street. I hear the mummer of a language I never really learned to understand. The smell and wet heat of the food vendor tents. I'm surrounded but vivid color and smiling people. Then in a flash the Korean street is gone. I'm left with beating sun, gray pavement and the stench of exhaust. Oklahoma is a stale wasteland in comparison to the crowded streets of Seoul. I would chock it up to simply missing that extraordinary experience, but it happens other times. Driving in the car I'll relive a 2 year gone fight I had with and old boyfriend. Isn't your memory suppose to get worse as you age. Mine seems to be getting uncomfortably better.

Maybe this is a symptom of my efforts to let go of past pain. The Korea thing might actually be me missing Korea, or Pittsburgh, or any where but here. I don't really like to bash places, cause I know to someone somewhere that place is home and perfect. But Oklahoma doesn't even bare a pasting resemblance to any home I've ever known. It's either too cold or too hot. The wind doesn't blow it hits you like you wronged it in a past life. Then there is the oh-so-fun Tornado season, and the gratuitous amount of bugs.

Home to me is temperate, mountainous, densely forested, and close to a major metropolitan area. Not sure I'll ever be truly happy anywhere else. And to cap all this off I have this to say.......

I'll Be Home For Christmas

I never thought I'd be so happy to take a 20 hour flight. I leave here so soon I can almost hear WYEP, Feel the crisp cool Pittsburgh air,Taste my Moms chicken soup, Smell the familar scent of home. I'm so happy to be going back to my own country. I'll be buying a newer car, decorating for Christmas with my family, taking the dogs to the park, eatting real home cooked meals. I'm so tired of pizza and burgers, and for Christ sake why the hell do these people always overcook pasta. TV all the TV here is last season, A movie without subtitles would be great. It's the little things of home that you miss. I'm so excited to go home, even though I love Korea it's still not home.

Summer Remembered

This is the Beach in Korea. The first time I've been to the beach in years. I was so happy to see the water. The post is a little late but a nice reminder of summer as the weather gets cooler.