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My recent keyword searches have been strange, indeed. Whereas most people find me by searching for Love is a Battlefield by Papoose (Okay, who is this Papoose, anyway? Don't people know that Pat Benetar sang that song?) I have found a few strange ones mixed in the bunch. There's Sports Tattoo, and How many ounces in a pitcher of beer. But I think my personal favorite might be naked in front of her humiliated girls boy.

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Well, as of now, I am still employed. We all feel like it's an any day situation. And I personally feel like I could be singled out and fired for no reason whatsoever, strictly on the fact that I'm my Dad's daughter. You all think I'm kidding or blowing things out of proportion, I'm not. Every person who has shown their support for my Dad and let it be publicly known that they do not support the current Chief has been fired. For no reason. There have been others who have been publicly cussed out and humiliated and they have quit on principle. Yes, I think I might have, too. Every person over in that office next to the day care is a Chief ass kisser. That leaves us over at the day care feeling very vulnerable because none of us, not one, is a supporter of this Napoleon wannabe. And I'm not talking Dynamite here, either.
I've promised myself that I would keep my mouth shut and not speak any negative about this current chief and/or the Tribe. But it's difficult because Paul Spicer is such a dick! Oops, did I say that? Lord, I apologize. What is it Larry the Cable Guy says about those starving pygmies?

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Wednesday, driving through Kansas, we saw an amazing and beautiful sight. A wind farm. Anybody know what I'm talking about? Rows and rows of gigantic windmills spinning in the wind, generating who knows how much energy. I think they are an awesome sight to behold. Shael was not impressed. Everything I thought was cool she was all "Yeah, whatever. Big deal" Like the sunflower fields, how gorgeous are those? Shael was underwhelmed by those, too. She wouldn't even get out of the vehicle when we stopped at the center of the lower 48. I know when she gets older, she will probably only remember "the four heads" as she called them, and the wild burros. Maybe 1880 town. Not much else made an impression on her. Knowing her, she'll probably remember the 80 degree swimming pool we swam (and shivered) in and the fact that she ate pop tarts when she got out.
My memory of that swimming pool will be the little boy who crapped his pants then lost a turd while he was running around. His Mama grabbed him up real quick and took off with him, leaving the turd on the floor. Mom and I were sitting at a table laughing about it when this guy comes walking in to the pool area and barely missed stepping on it. Like by an inch. The poor guy was oblivious to the fact that he almost squashed a human turd with his skinny little flip flop clad foot, while Mom and I were watching and nearly falling off our lawn chairs laughing at him. Shortly after the near hit, the kid's Mama came back in with a napkin and picked the turd up and threw it in the trash. That made us laugh even harder.
Oh, the funny things that kids do.

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I guess I'm off to go get cleaned up for what could very possibly be my last day of work. I hate this uncertainty!