Bad Day!

Have you ever had that day at work where you just give up? Well mine came on Thursday. It started out bad, I do the docket and there were mistakes in there. I hate making mistakes. The problem is I could blame them on someone else but the ultimate fault was mine. I always take the blame when I have the any fault. Which you may not believe. But some guy went to jail, really not my fault but who's fault it was did not own up to it. Anyway, I fixed it later without blaming the person who's shoulders it fell on, which by the way felt no regret, or at least showed none. Anyway the rest of the day was shot.

So then you think it can not get worse than that. It does. Today the cutest little boy had to testify. I will just say I have made it a point not to pay attention to the cases that we do because if I did I would probably never get up in the morning. Anyway, this boy was about 7, cute and tiny. He had this little lisp in his voice, said the cutest things. After all he had been through most kids are not as sweet and happy. He tore at my heart from the moment he opened his mouth. I will just say that I see these kids all the time. Yes, my heart goes out to all of them, but this one broke my heart.

Then my heart broke even more. He was even more the "little man", never cried and said what he had to say. Man, what a day, and I did not even have to go through what he had gone through.
Where do these crazy people come from? To hurt a little boy. You would think I would hate my job even more. But in that moment I realized it was worth all the heartbreak and drama. If just one sick person never sees the streets again then it is worth it.

Now don't think I am just some lock them up kind of person. Sure the defendant is innocent until proven guilty. But I will end this with saying the defendant made a full confession to the police when he was arrested. I know some think the police may have beat it out of him. But let me also say the little boy did not have a mean bone in his body. He was only sorry he had to tell and the defendant was in trouble.

Godspeed all his love to that little boy and God bless all our children!!!

Still about Pius!

Well talking about my dad brought back lots of memories. I love the pictures I have of him and Bobby. Bobby HATES the Ferris wheel but the deal was if grandpa goes on the ride that was pictured in my last blog then Bobby had to go on the Ferris wheel. He does not look very scared in this picture, but he was. What a handsome boy he is at 11. Grandpa loves Bobby which you can certainly tell in this picture. I really did have a great day so many years ago with them.












This is Bobby and I in the same bucket on the Ferris wheel. He was still scared but looked quite dashing. Now he is bigger than I am by at least 3 inches now.




Most of all I love that Grandpa rode that "bull". He makes me laugh to this day about that. Can you believe he took the man working the bull's hat? Of course you could if you knew him. He just took his hat and sat his aside like it was part of the ride, LOL.

See, here is the man before Grandpa jacked him of his hat. By the end of the ride I think that man was wearing Dads hat.



Well Pops still makes me laugh. We have had our share of days we don't get along. But looking at pictures of him on the bull it will always remind me of the song (which is on my blog) "This ain't my first rodeo"!!




Well Pops you may not know it but you are a great inspiration in my life. Thanks for all you do and even the things you taught me I did not want to learn.

Oh, by the way he is a teacher and was Bobby's first substitute teacher. That is for another day. But let me just tell you, he had already spoiled Bobby so Bobby though he could do whatever he liked. I will tell you that story someday but not now, I will say it ended with other teachers telling me they had to come into the classroom to settle it down.

Love you Pops, tell Kathy Hi, and thanks for loving you!! ~ ME