"Responsible me?"

A line from one of my favorite John Wayne movies "Rio Bravo". Dean Martin, John Wayne, Ricky Nelson, Angie Dickson, Walter Brennan. Plus some fun moments and great lines.

Anyway, I was told the other day that I am one of the most responsible people this person had ever met. When I gave a quizzical look, this person continued to say that he's never met anyone who can get things done as quickly and "effortlessly" as I can. Apparently the quizzical look stayed on my face because he said that I don't stress out, I fight for what is right come hell or high water. I could just say Okay . . . . and nod my head.

Yes, I do fight for what I believe in and for what is right and for change . . . apparently come hell or high water. I'd rather take the high water out of the equation. I don't need a flooded basement. But my opinions and my thoughts and actions have gotten me into trouble before. I'm not too focused on what others are doing, only what will ultimately affect me and my way of doing things. Yes, that sounds selfish and to a point it is. I can only control me and my actions, so I'll do what ultimately is good for me.

Case in point: I have an issue with a few people in this group that I participate in. I know that I cannot change the way that they do things, so I will change the way that I do things. I do not associate with them outside of what I have to. I am diplomatic when speaking to them and if I can avoid seeing and talking to them at all, then I will. I have said my piece to them and if they take what I've said to heart, maybe they'll change, if not and they take it as an attack, then that is their problem and I'm not going to dwell over it.

I don't know if that is responsibility or if that is just the way I was raised and it is part of my character. Either way, that is what resonates when I was talking with that first guy.


But other than that, life is just moving along. I don't know how I got wrangled into doing it but apparently I'm working with the track team, specifically for high jump. Yep. Yesterday was the first practice meet they've had (with a starter and everything) so it was time to dust off the cobwebs. There are a few high jumpers who have potential, but none of the girls are jumping more than 4'6" right now and the guys have a huge gap between the lowest which is 5' and the highest which is 6'2". I think that with time and work ethic they'll do pretty well this year. I don't know how well they'll do at the state meet later this year because they'll be jumping against some of my mom's jumpers and I know her jumpers are in the high 6' range right now and the season just barely started.

Jakob is in The Three Musketeers at the Hale in West Valley this season. He's playing a Guardsman plus a few other small character roles. I'm happy that he got more than just a guardsman. It makes all those trips up there for rehearsal a bit more worth it. I'm going to see if I can go to one of the rehearsals and take some pictures. I don't know if they'll let me, but we'll see. Jakob said he likes the costumes he has, however he has to hold back with what he really wants to say. He's done a lot of research about the musketeers and the time period and he doesn't exactly agree with some of the stylized choices, but it seems that he's enjoying his time with everything. He comes home really late and really tired, so we haven't been doing anything together for a while.

Sadie and Jimmy are being their normal trouble-making selves. They love jumping up on the archway that we have in the room and peering down at us and lately they've taken to scratching the chair seats. I'm really going to have to think about getting them front declawed and soon. Yes, I've got scratching posts set up everything, but they rarely use it. And Sadie gave me a scare the other day. I was sewing and she had jumped up on the table to watch. She's done this before. She just sits up and watches the fabric or the string. But this time she got really close to the machine and stuck her paw on the front of the fabric right near the foot of the machine. Wow, I don't think I've ever had that quick of reflexes before in stopping the machine. She just looked at me and gave a little "preow" then tried to headbutt me like "what? I didn't do anything". I think I may have to start closing the door when I'm sewing.