Southern Girl In The Duck Pit

The Big Man loves to Duck Hunt - Some Southern Women love to Duck Hunt.  Not this girl, I can't kill an animal. 

The two youngest sons usually Duck Hunt with the Big Man. This year one is in Afghanistan and the other one is working lots of extra hours.
There isn't many things that I ask the Big Man not to do but, hunting alone is one of those things.
He has asthma and arthritis. If he fell or has an asthma attack he might not be able to get help.

So - This Texas Raised Southern Girl put her Big Girl Pants on and went to the Duck Pit.

It is amazing how many layers of cloths you can get under a large size pair of pants.  Dressed and ready - I forgot that Duck hunting means mud and water in 20 degree weather.

As we made our way by four-wheeler down the muddy road to the water - and then across the water to the Duck Pit. I realized just what I had agreed too.

After - removing the trap from the blind, handing the Blind Bag, gun (only 1, I am a bystander), and my little bag (extra blanket) to the Big Man in the pit - walking through the water and mud (lots of mud) and setting up the mojo duck, then carefully following the Big Man's instructions camouflaging the four-wheeler.  Finally - I can descend into "The Duck Pit"

Poor Man, I know he was wishing the boys were with him and not this crazy women with her missed matched camouflage attire,  cellphone, camera, blanket, and Nook. 

Much to my surprise I settled right in. The time alone with the Big Man was great.
I think I could have taken a nap. 

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But, then you have to undo everything you did to get in the blind - uncamoflauge the four-wheeler, hand all the stuff out of the pit and load the four-wheeler,cover the pit with the tarp,  retrieve the mojo duck, make your way back across the water to the muddy road and finally to the truck - the glorious warm truck.

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Wait, you have to unload the four-wheeler and put the four-wheeler on the trailer. Now - the glorious warm truck. 

 

Oh what us Southern Girls will do for our Man

~ Connie ~

 

 

Chrissy is Safe Tonight

It was 27 degrees this morning and snowing - I decided today was the day for Chrissy's life to change.

  We dressed warmly and headed over to the abandoned house where Chrissy has been living.  As you can see from the picture above the garage door is locked open about a foot off the ground.  I laid on my belly partially under the door and called her - she didn't come.  Immediately I thought the cold must have finally got her.  The Big Man entered the house through the open front door.

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Just as he opened the door she came out of the house into the garage.  She ran directly to me and licked me on the nose.  I scooped her up and headed to the truck.

 

She didn't fight, she didn't even struggle - it was like she just gave up.

We sat in the truck, while the Big Man searched the house for any puppies.

All the time I was holding her all I could think of is - How thankful I am that God has been with her. I promised her she will never spend another night cold, she will never be hungry again and I will do my best to keep her safe.

No puppies to be found - so we headed to see Dr. Cato (our family veterinarian).

 

She laid in my arms, occasionally looking out the window.

When we got to Dr. Cato's they asked for her name - Chrissy D. (December) Ash.

They asked what breed - who knows, list her as American.

She sat in my lap - patiently waiting for our turn to be seen.

Dr. Cato just smiled when he saw her - he did remind me that I have brought him dogs in worst shape. Considering Chrissy appears to have had a litter of puppies at some point (Dr. Cato doesn't think she is nursing) and there is no telling how long she has been on the street - her overall health is Good!

She is spending the night with Dr. Cato - I will pick her up before Church in the morning. She needed a bath and some treatment for her skin before I bring her home to meet the Ash Four-Legged Family

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I am not sure yet what the future holds for our girl ~ I am hoping I can find her a fur-ever home where she can be the queen. This girl deserves a new and better life.

Check back tomorrow - I will tell you about my first trip to the Duck Pit (and no it isn't a restaurant).

~ Connie ~

 

 

 

 

Meet Chrissy - Alone, Cold, Hungry, and Scared

I meet Chrissy on Christmas Eve - alone, scared, cold, and starving.  She appears to have puppies somewhere.  She and I spent an hour looking at each other. Me sitting on the cold mud her sitting on a grassy spot.  Cars passing by - my neighbors trying to figure out what I was doing.
Me throwing bread pieces and her eating them in one bite.  The Big Man went back to the house and got us  dog food. She was eating dog food till a vehicle stopped and she ran off.  I know I couldn't catch her, if she had puppies with the storm coming they would freeze to death.  I cried all the way home - thinking she would not survive the blizzard.

 

On Christmas day I went out twice to try to find her - I prayed each time for God to warp his hand around her and keep her warm and safe.

 I returned to work Wednesday.  I looked for her before and after work - I went to bed Wednesday night thinking she had died in the Blizzard.

 

On Thursday morning as I was pulling out of my drive way, I thought to myself, If I don't find her this morning she is probably dead.

Guess who was sitting at the end of my road - Chrissy. 

 

She stopped when I called her name - for a moment her ears perked up.  I had food in my car. She ate all of it on the side of the road while I petted her head.  My neighbors driving by. I am sure they are thinking I am crazy for standing in freezing weather feeding a stray dog.

 

For those of you who do not know, I am married to one of the best men in the world. I called him and he brought me more dog food.  Chrissy followed me to the end of the road (me in heels and dressed slacks) to an abandoned house - where I can feed her off the road. 

 

She eats and lets me pet her.  Still no puppies to be seen.

So tonight, on my way home, I got called back to the hospital.  I called the Big Man and he took food to the abandoned  house so that Chrissy could find it.

 

Guess What?  Chrissy was waiting on dinner - The Big Man was able to pet her while she ate.

What is next?

 

I am not sure how this will end - Chrissy is an awesome Mom, she has braved the cold and her fears to feed her babies.  She has graciously taken what food I have to offer.  Her eyes occassionally shine when you talk to her -

Tomorrow - The Big Man and I are going to search around the abandon house for puppies. 

For now, praying that God continues to keep Chrissy warm and safe. I can keep her feed.
Please pray with me - No animal should be hungry, scared and cold.

 

~ Connie ~

 

 

 



Peace Be With You - Speaking From My Heart

Woo Hoo!  It is Monday.   Each day is a new beginning.  I am praying for a better week than last week and telling my Love Ones - how much they mean to me just in-case tomorrow never comes.

My Family - Christmas 2011

If you are an Arkansas Women Bloggers (AWB) follower then you know that today is our day to reveal our ornaments… but… you have to wait a little longer to see mine.  Tonight I want to talk about something that has touched my heart. 

 
I have spent the last few days like most of America, thinking about the school shooting in CT and praying for comfort and strength for all those touched by this horrible event.  The loss of innocent lives makes me sad and mad.

I read one blog this weekend that touched my heart.  I feel like I need to share… …

 

The Anarchist Soccer Mom writes about her life as a mother with a child (13 year-old) who suffers from a mental illness.  Soccer Mom describes how the American Mental Health Care system is broken.

As a nurse I see the broken system everyday – Parents and spouse present to the emergency room with a love one out-of-control.  They need help but we have limited or no resources to offer them.  We give the same suggestions that Soccer Mom hears… “There are no beds at the acute care mental health facility you will have to take them home”, “we can call the police”, “just give them their meds they will get better.”
 

It is hard to turn these patients and families away – but the suggestions are true. There are never open beds for mental health patients.  If the patient would take their meds the situation might get better (of course they often need financial resources to pay for meds).  We can call the police and they will arrest the patient, the family might get a couple of hours of peace.

I do not have an answer to the issue…but I feel challenged to learn more, to try to do more.  I encourage each American to do the same.  If you have never been exposed to the horrors and heartbreak the families of the mentally ill face read Soccer Mom’s post, you heart will be touched.

Check back tomorrow - maybe I will show you my new ornament.

~ Connie ~

Addicted to Social Media

Home from work by 6 tonight - discussion questions posted for students while I talked with a friend on the phone.  I am working hard on managing my time. 

I still find myself addicted to things that waste my time - facebook, twitter and pinterest.
At first I said facebook and pinterest were diversions.  When I felt overwhelmed and needed a break from reality - I headed over to facebook, twitter or pinterest.

So, today I made the first step to overcoming my addiction - Hi my name is Connie and I am addicted to social media.  (Wow that wasn't as hard as I thought it would be).

Being a schedule freak - I am offically scheduling 15 minutes a day for either pinterest or facebook.  No more.... I will not miss my life watching others live their lives on facebook, twitter, or pinterest.

One positive note - look what I found on  Pinterest -  Homemade dog treats with only 4 ingredients.



4 Ingredient Dog Treats

~ Connie ~

Fur-Children Are Great Teachers

For those of you who don’t know, after raising 6 adult children I have become the proud mother to 13 four-legged fur-children.  Each is very special to me and my husband.  They are all rescues. 

 

What does it mean to be a rescue – it means that as some point in their life, their person decided they couldn’t or wouldn’t keep them.   Being rescued,  to a four-legged child, means never being alone, hungry, or scared.

Life has become more interesting since they came to live with us.  There is always puppy kisses to be had, tails wagging and of course a few blankets to wash and puppy hair to vacuum, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

After a long day at work (hospital) I was grading discussion questions (online teaching) when I started watching the “little kids” playing.  The little kids include MeMe, Paco Joe, Clinnie, Clowie, Sir Duke and Shasha Grace (160lb Mastiff – she doesn’t realize she isn’t a Chihuahua).  

They play hard – they love hard. 

 

I am thinking I need to remember what my four-legged fur-children have taught me.

~ Connie ~

 

Where I am Supposed to Be

Good Morning ~ this is going to be a busy week. Implementing a new computer system at work, clinic board meeting, grant for the clinic to finish up and the usual family stuff.

I made a decision last week ~ I am going back to school.

Margaret Thatcher says "YouTube have to fight a battle more than once to win"

Well I might have failed once but I will not fail again. I have prayed for God to show me his plan. I know this vision isn't coming in a word document - but last week at the clinic I found calmness among the chaos and strength among those in need. This is where I am supposed to be.

Hoping everyone has a great week!

Connie


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Starting off Right

Monday - walk /run 3 miles with Amy Jo


Amy Jo can't play with her 12 brothers and sisters. She wants to fight. So, she gets exercise with Mon.

Meet Amy Jo Ash~ I am a rescue. Mom found me in the Interstate. I can't see at night. Mom doesn't know anything about my past. I get mad quickly so I don't get to play with my brothers or sisters. But, I get to spend time with Mom and Dad.


Happy Monday
Connie and Amy

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Create Something Different

The weekend has come to an end -
I had a great time tonight, we went on a hayride with our church through the Lights of the Delta. The lights were awesome and the kids on the ride were great fun.

I was reading a few blogs today and ran across the following statement on Simplfy101 ~ As with any change we create, action is key. You simply have to *do* something different to *create* something different.

Maybe this is what I need to do~ (Do) re-enroll in shcool and (create something differnt) a new schedule or a new plan for being successful.

~ Connie ~

Failing isn't really failing

Every day I feel a little more in control of my life.  Failing and becoming ill felt bad, but the two events have a few positives.  I am slowing down and enjoying life more.  I am listening to my heart instead of my head. I am using my time for me instead of others.

According to Joyce Myers  "Happiness is not based on your circumstances, but on a decision you make".

I have had time to think this past week. Think about my goals and my life.  I found myself one day last week aware of the fact that I had not thought about God and his plan for me.  Because I believe that God has a plan for each of us - my failure was in his plan.

Did failing mean I should not be pursing my Family Nurse Practitioner (FNP) certificate?  Does it mean he wants me to be a better FNP?  What does it mean?

RunnerNewbie tweeted today " Time, patience, and perseverance will accomplish all things"

I am feeling enough control and healthy - it is time to start running again. RunnerNewbie tweeted today "you do not need to go fast to get benefits from jogging - it is how long you are moving that counts"

~ Tomorrow is a day to run ~

~ Connie ~