I found this note this morning in my crocheted navy blue purse while changing to my black purse! Can you read it? if you cannot, it says..."PROVE THEM WRONG GRACIE"---unknown
Moving on...
I had gone to Marshall's a few days ago, and while there looking for appropriate physical therapy clothing...which I did find on their clearance rack that was priced right.
Anywho, a woman was trying to help me, but assumed since I was in my chair that my brain must be gone with my inability to walk. Don't get me wrong she was not the first to assume that was my case or others I presume...Oops bad on me!
Although many had...I needed to inform her of my somewhat available abilities like my voice to claim that I can navigate through a discount department store... I had been in retail management on and off for forty years owning three businesses as well and at one point, as an employee, and a district manager, I had five stores where I drove 3K a month to maintain the salespeople within those stores! My staff was always in the top five in sales internationally for the Worldwide company I had been working for.
Sorry, about my partial resume, I also wrote for newspapers and worked in promotion and as a volunteer...board member, for non-profit fundraising, teaching and so much more!
I will stop now! If at all interested...For a bit more you can go to my Facebook page and read about me!
And no, I do not want a job unless it is doing this and getting paid...?
This is my sanity!
And no I am NOT INSANE, it's the world, not me, LOL! (Some may disagree)
Perhaps it would be better to call this my grounding...?
Feelings come out while writing this often/daily.
Therefore emotions are important in any opinion piece. (in my opinion)
But when it is clinical that is because it is ...CLINICAL!
As Popeye might say, "It is what it is!"This Popeye, not the restaurant...Popeye - Wikipedia
Oh about that woman who assumed my brain was disabled along with my body, that is not unusual and it can be usual, but in my case not yet, probably dementia is in the family...
Anyways assuming anything only makes an ass of u and me!
Let me introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am nine years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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