A Woman On The Verge

thoughts and musings of my mind


North Carolina

Phone Calls


A Cisco 7960G IP telephone


One major thing I do not miss about my old job, answering the phone in November.  You see my old job consisted of answering the phone a lot.  Most of the time it was okay, I enjoyed helping folks, but every November for about 6 years this woman from Ohio, I think, would call us  to get road conditions for Fancy Gap.  Now when I started working there I had no idea where Fancy Gap was, I had only been living in North Carolina for about 4 years and I was still learning about local things – like not getting lost in South Charlotte.  I knew that providing that kind information was NOT a part of our department’s role, it was possibly something the NC Dept of Highways or Highway Patrol would do, but it certainly was not something we would do and I would let her know she had called the wrong place and she needed to try elsewhere.  Oh I also knew that Fancy Gap was nowhere in Mecklenburg County so even if I wanted to help her I really couldn’t   She called the next year and we went through the same thing.  I even asked the woman who used to have my job if she got these calls, she said no she never did.  So it was just me being grilled by someone who didn’t even know what state she was calling.  When the third year rolled around I asked one of my coworkers where Fancy Gap was he informed me it was somewhere in Virginia and then wanted to know why, so I told him about this woman who calls every year around thanksgiving to insist I give her the road conditions.  He laughed and said I should tell her they are dry and clear.  The next year I kept hoping she wouldn’t call and that she would figure out the right number to call, but no she called again.  I informed her that Fancy Gap was in VA and she was calling Charlotte, NC – and again that there was no way for me give her the information she required as all I could find online was weather reports.  She actually got a bit mean with me and said that I should always have that information ready for people when they call. Very nicely I told her the only person who ever called to ask was her and that she really needed to call the VA Highway Dept or Highway Patrol.  She got really mad at me and hung up.  I hoped it was finally over, but around comes November the next year and guess who called me.  Oh how do I know it was the same woman?  I had caller ID on my phone and I had written her number in my calendar on the computer so I could recognize who was calling me from out-of-state.


Fancy Gap


A few years ago, I actually had the pleasure of driving through Fancy Gap, VA, it was August and the road was clear and dry.



I don’t always think things through

You see, the window on my SUV got stuck in the down position yesterday – it will not go up and I have a feeling the motor or the contacts are shot. I will find a way to pull the window up. My friend Ella had gone on a day of shopping.  First we went to an amazing Upholstery fabric store in Lincolnton, NC where no fabric is over $10.00 a yard. Ella also needed to get a piece of foam cut to turn a table into a beautiful cocktail ottoman and I needed a piece of foam to refurbish and old stool I have. After the fabric store we hit Waffle House, this was a first for me in the 15 years I have lived in North Carolina I have never been into a Waffle House. I enjoyed my maiden visit to the diner and discovered I really enjoy hash browns with ham, yes I know I don’t eat pork but we will pretend the ham was bacon and every one of my friends knows I think that bacon is breakfast candy.  So off we went to IKEA to shop for some home goods, I was in search of a cheese slicer and a wok I had seen during Christmas shopping. I found the Cheese Slicer, but not the wok – never fear I found a few other things instead. My cats are now proud owners of a very colourful set of 6 food bowls. Oh did I mention IKEA was packed with people? Most of them wanted to walk 4 abreast at a slow pace and seemed to get a bit miffed if you tried to pass them others were just learning to drive the IKEA 4 wheel drive carts. We finished shopping and went out to load up the car. This is where my not thinking through came into play, I am sure it was because I was really tired, shopping takes it out of you.  I reached through the open window and unlocked the car, thinking that would be okay, well NO it wasn’t.  My anti-theft alarm went off, now this is apparently different from the regular beep beep alarm since I do not have a clicker to turn it off.  My friend Ella and I are trying frantically to figure out HOW to turn off the alarm.  The Car won’t start, we can’t figure out a way to unplug the battery.  When a woman comes up and say, ‘why don’t you use your clicker?’  Ella turns to her and says, ‘there is no clicker’ and the woman starts arguing with us about how there MUST be a clicker. Finally the alarm goes off by itself, and the woman is STILL arguing with us about the clicker.  It was so embarrassing it was funny.   

Equal rights for all……..

John 8:1-11

New International Version (NIV)


1 but Jesus went to the Mount of Olives.

2 At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. 3 The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group 4 and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5 In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” 6 They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.

But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. 7 When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” 8 Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.

9 At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. 10 Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”

11 “No one, sir,” she said.

 “Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”

I usually keep my political opinions to myself because I don’t really feel the desire to debate or discuss why I feel a certain way. For the record, I am a fairly conservative Christian who has very specific beliefs about things, but I know I can’t force my beliefs on another person, it is also not my job to condemn someone for their beliefs or actions I feel I am there to be a friend if they choose that and if in the future they want to explore my lifestyle I will share it with them.

Currently, I am so ashamed of my state senators.  They have decided to write a law banning gay marriages, okay that is fine they have that right, even though I disagree with it, I know I won’t be voting to approve it.  They have also been going around the state discussing the merits of a law defining marriage and said some really nasty things about Homosexuals, some towns in North Carolina, and just basically spreading hate.  So, let’s not be spewing hate and misinformation and saying that god condemns people who have made the choice to live this lifestyle openly.  I was pretty sure that this was 21st century not the 19th century.  I honestly can not see why law makers can’t see this as a legal issue and look at the financial benefits of a law that allows gay marriage, if they are having to file for a marriage certificate then they would also have to file for a divorce or separation if they find that the union doesn’t work out after all, gosh much like Heterosexual marriages.

The comments made by certain politicians remind me of a couple of stories in the Bible and what Jesus said to them.

At least one local politician sees the light

I say get the government out of legislating our Morality and allow the church to do that.

Why is it so hard to vote in Mecklenburg County???

This is an old blog from my website

Why is it so hard???

Having just returned from my somewhat annual pilgrimage to the polling place, I have a few thoughts. They may apply to where you live, however they generally apply to Charlotte. I am sure, though, that others can think of things that are just as befuddling. How many of you get to tour your community on an annual basis? Well, I do. Every year our polling place is changed. This year we voted in a school. Last year we voted at the Native American Center, which I liked because it was a way to expose people to another culture. The year before I didn’t vote because I couldn’t even find the place where I was supposed to go (there was a lack of signs which said VOTE HERE!). I lived in Seattle before this and voted in the same place nearly every year. Okay so polling places change, I can live with that. What really bothered me this evening is the way they check you in. You fill out a piece of paper with your name and signature and apparantly your address, although when I asked why I needed to put that down since I hadn’t moved they said, because. I went from the place where I fill out this piece of paper to stand in line so they could find my name in the BIG BOOK. My last name begins with a T although, for some reason the gentleman felt my last name should begin with a P, he kept trying to send me to another line to check in. Then I got in big trouble because I didn’t fill out my address, I kept saying that I hadn’t moved and the way the form had it phrased it looked like I was supposed to tell them if my address had changed, there was a warning in red directly above the address which stated if you had moved and it had been more than 30 days you were violating the law. Nowhere on the form did it say you must fill this out completely, I argued that fact with the gentleman who insisted my last name began with a P.

Form Example

IF you have moved and it has been more than 30 days you are violating the laws and can not vote. (this is my paraphrase)

I now live at ___________________

Printed Name __________________

Signature ______________________

After stating repeatedly that I hadn’t moved and didn’t understand why I needed to fill in my address, the Voting Judge as she was called just told the gentleman to write in that I refused to fill out my address. Then he looked in the book, again asked me if I was sure my last name started with a T. Since I have had the same last name since birth I don’t understand why he didn’t believe me. He proceeded to check me off and send me on my way. Now my problem isn’t the silly address issue, it is the fact that he didn’t look at my picture ID or my voter’s registration card or anything with a signature besides the one I had given him on the sheet of paper. As a citizen of the US I think this is not the proper way to do things. Anyone could have come in signed my name and voted for me, as long as she was a white female. This procedure reminds me of the old days when people used to stuff ballot boxes with the names of dead people. I don’t know if North Carolina or Charlotte has had any dead people vote in the past decade, but it could be possible. I know it has happened elsewhere in the US.

Moving along. so I go to stand in another line to wait to actually vote. I am not terribly pleased with how things are going, because voting should be a fairly painless process. I don’t mind lines but I do mind feeling like my rights have been taken away from me. Moving on over to the voting booth, which I only have 3 minutes to spend time in. The nice lady, probably a retired nurse or teacher gives me complete directions on how to vote, okay that is fine, but it would be nice if she asked me if I need help. Then she moves away to allow me to vote, and hovers behind me while I push the buttons for my choices. I love the new systems, because it means less paper and a quicker process all together. However, having someone watch me vote is a violation of my rights as a US citizen and this made me terribly cross. So why is it that voting is so difficult? We are all adults here. Voting is the basis of the US and yet in some places they still have rather archaic forms of getting the process done. All I want is some change and I certainly do not think hovering behind a voter is appropriate.

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