Friday, December 17, 2010
I wrote and read a tribute to my father at his funeral. It was by far the hardest thing I have ever had to do but I felt strongly that someone who knew him well needed to speak. I miss him so much!!! I felt I captured some of my father. No matter how much time you have it is short... I know he is with me when he was dying in the hospital I asked God to have Dad be Ava Kate's guardian Angel. I know he is watching her sleep now..
There are many things my father loved. He loved chocolate, candy, his wife, grandchildren, cousin Sherry’s potato soup, George Bush, and Auburn Football. Tim and I, his children, we have always known that we fall somewhere in between candy and George Bush. We are still not sure where.
Daddy loved many things you might not know about he loved saving money, starting fires, fishing, moving , and the Republican Party. My dad’s motto through life has always been “it is not how much you make it is how much you save”. He reminded us of this every time we discussed spending money on anything whether it be a car, groceries, gas, or stopping at the store to buy a coke for $1.25..because we have coke at the house and if we don’t you are not going to die of thirst anyway. Dad certainly reminded me of this statement anytime I would call and ask for a “loan”.After he would state his motto to me, “it is not how much you make it is how much you save “he would then work out a payment plan and tell me how lucky I am he is not charging me interest. He would also say where is the other money you owe me. The $97.92 you borrowed on July 17,2003 when are you going to give me the money you owe me. He kept excellent records. Any bank would love to have him in charge of their loan department. My dad could tell Dave Ramsey a thing or two about saving money.
Dad also had a strong desire to be a fireman or so rethink by how often he started fires. He loved hardwork and even on the weekends he worked in the yard or in the house. He is truly the hardest working man I knew. He mowed, burned brush, planted and harvested the garden and completed many more chores. He and his brother “Hood” would gather up the brush and set a small fire to burn the brush. The small brush fire turned into a big woods fire and a call being placed to 911. This occurred over the course of several years and became the prime entertainment of our sleepy neighborhood.
Dad also loved fishing. To be honest he did not like fishing with me. But I loved fishing with him. I would beg and beg him to take me fishing. Being the good father that he was he finally took my mom, my brother, and myself fishing. We had a wonderful family day out on the boat until he said it was time to clean the fish. I being young and not knowing what “cleaning the fish” was about I excitedly volunteered to give them a bath. He told me that I misunderstood what “cleaning the fish” meant and he started chopping the
fish heads off of their bodies. I started screaming and crying and he never took me fishing again, ever not even as an adult.
Dad also threaten to disown me once only once to my knowledge. My dad loves Politics, Fox News, and he is extremely loyal to the Republican Party. I made the decision as an 18 year to cast my vote for Bill Clinton. I proudly told dad who I voted for and he quickly replied that he didn’t know where he went wrong as a parent, he has been a card carrying Republican all of his life and he somehow managed to raise not one but two liberal democrats, I knew then that my brother had made the same mistake I made. But the funny thing is that my brother and I are far from liberal democrats but in our dad’s eye one vote cast for democrat makes us one.
Dad has always been extremely supportive of any ideas my brother and I came up with. When I went to interview for a teaching job in Georgia dad drove me there. But it could have meant that he wanted me out of his house that bad he was willing to drive me wherever I wanted to go no matter how far. I cant count the times he helped me move. My big move to Florida ten years ago was the last big move he assisted me with. My mom and I could tell the move was hard on him. As I was moving he pointed to a moving truck passing by and said the next time you move “Two Men and a Truck “ will move you and I wont be one of the two men.
Those of you that knew my dad well knew how tough he was on the outside but how sweet and kind he was on the inside. He was a homebody that is for sure but he loved people and his pets. Dad loved his grandchildren and truly wanted to provide them with absolutely everything on earth. I remember when my brother came home with his children to visit and there was a shiny go cart in the drive way. I will never forget one time when he called me and told me he was going to buy my one year old daughter a cell phone. I asked him why would a one year old need a cell phone, he replied because “She will have a direct phone line to me when she wants something”. Dad always enjoyed phone calls from people checking on him and people dropping by to visit him. He went through a rough battle but he never complained. We always told him he had nine lives, he fought so hard to the end but he never gave up and would always come back fighting harder than before. Dad was willing to take whatever pain he had to to get well. Dad did not attend church but he lived it through his actions. To this day I have never heard him say an unkind word about others well except for Politicians but that is
for another day. We will truly miss our dad, husband,granddad,brother,cousin, uncle, and friend. But we have certainly learned a lot from him even when you are facing the toughest battle do so with grace and pride. We already miss our dad so much. I have already thought about calling him to ask him something at least a thousand times a day since he has passed. We his family have been truly over whelmed by the kind words and actions of our friends and family. We greatly appreciate everyone’s support.
I am in the middle of writing a flaming email to the Government.....I know it will not get me anywhere but it will make me feel better...I now know why A) there is security at the social security office and B) why people blow up government buildings... I am having a bad day, Charlie Brown....
The lady in the photo is not the "helpful lady".... The lady in the photo actually looks helpful...
I visited the Social Security Office in Gadsden, Alabama on Friday December 17,2010 at 2:30. My father has just passed away and I am helping my mother with the SSI benefits she is to receive due to his death. I have never had to visit the SSI office before and I have NEVER in my life been treated so unprofessionally by anyone. The lady who called my number did not have a name tag, did not greet me, did not look at me and most certainly did not tell me her name. I asked her politely what forms I needed to fill out and if she could give me the application. She told me they were "online" and I would have to submit them there. I informed her that I am at my parent's home and they are unable to print any type of forms. I would like a hard copy of the application to take home for my mom to fill out and we can bring it back with all the information that is requested by your office. She told me she couldn't print an application. I proceeded to ask her if she could give me a hard copy of the list of all the information we needed to bring with us to make sure we have everything for our next visit. She proceeded to tell me it was "online". I then asked if I could make an appointment she asked me if I had my mother's social security card number with me. I said no, my intention today was not to apply for benefits. It was only to gather the information that I needed to give to my mother so we could have everything since we have to drive to the SSI office from 45 minutes away. I was denied an appointment for Monday because I did not have my mother's SSI number. I am now on your website looking for the correct form I need to fill out. I find it appalling that someone who represents your office would treat anyone that way muchless someone who has just lost a family member. If everything is "online" then why do you have a new office in Gadsden? I need help and continue to need help which is what your employee should have done...Helped me.. I would have been satisfied with a simple form number.All she would have had to say to me is to "go online and look for Form Number SS52, fill out and submit". I would have left a happy person and would have already submitted the Form and not be up writing you this email. The office and the lady that "helped" me seem to be a big waste of tax payer money. Especially, if others are being treated in manner in which I was treated. It doesn't appear the office will be there very long. Others such as myself will search for another SSI office that are actually interested in helping others or just doing their job. Good Luck with the Gadsden office and I hope the "lady" does not represent all of your employees. If this "helpful lady" does then I would suggest while the economy is in a downturn find someone who would be grateful for a job and who knows more than one word "online"
Bamaslammer 256-555-5555 P/S I am still looking for the form and would like an appointment....Thank you
Sunday, February 7, 2010
She Bad... that comes from one of the guidance folks that I work with. Sometimes we have no explanation for how kids behave except to say. "She Bad".There is no disability really noted. She is just Bad! It makes me laugh everytime I hear that or say that about a student. I can laugh a little because I am not responsible for teaching the child. I can talk to the child and attempt to guide them in the right direction but you can imagine how that goes...
I have started using the term at home with my own child. I have no explanation of why she does the things she does except that you cant fight genetics. I find myself saying daily "She Bad" I cant explain why when I pop her on the hand or on the bottom it doesnt phase her one bit. She continues with one of the following actions; digging in the litter box, dumping chips in the floor, grabbing my cup and pouring the liquid in the floor, tearing up paper and leaving it all over the floor, grabbing the cat by the fur, tail, ear whatever is available, kicking the cat out of the chair or off the couch, kicking the person changing her diaper and running around the house naked, grabbing clean clothes off of the table and mopping the floor with them, slamming the door and closing herself into a room and screaming at the top of her lungs until you rescue her, taking her out of the car and she makes a break for it and runs into the street, throwing every bathtub toy out of the tub, draining the tub and crying about it, pooping in the tub, throwing my shoes in the litter box or outside.. the list goes on and on... Most of these things happen within an hour. People wonder why I am tired all the time.. come see my sweet pea in action... I love her and I am glad I have an interesting child that keeps me on my toes even though "She Bad".. This is my blog of the day. With Love, Bamaslammer
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I am so lazy...I haven't had a bath nor has my child for two days!!! Two days and it doesn't even bother me at all... My house still looks like a tornado hit it.. doesn't really bother me either.. My times have changed for me. I would have never been home on a long weekend muchless with a dirty house, dirty baby, dirty cats, and a dirty me. But I am not caring to be honest.
I have had the most difficult week as an educator. I have learned a lot. Mostly it doesn't really pay to be a good person and tell the truth. It doesn't except for the fact that I go home at night with a clear conscience and knowing that I work hard and I do what is best not myself but for the good of others. I admit fault, mistakes, and I do not point out others mistakes. i also learned even if someone is not telling the truth you stand up for them and you stand as a team.
My conscience is clear. I also realized how crazy people are and how far people will take things to settle a score over issues that really doesn't matter. I kept thinking this week I get to go home to a wonderful child that God has blessed me with life moves forward. Well, I need to go back to my laziness blogging is just way to much work for me... With Love, Bamaslammer