That grief is grief is grief. Those who tell you it gets better with time are liars.
That no matter how you think you’re prepared for Ohio winter you’re never prepared for an Ohio winter.
That worry is a total waste of time. Whatever the worst case scenario is, your worry won’t help fix it and when it’s not the worst case scenario you’ve wasted all that time for nothing.
That family drama is actually entertaining when it doesn’t involve you.
And finally – there’s a reason why they’re called ex-husbands
I never dreamed I’d ever say January 20 would be a happy day but I’m saying it today!
My oldest niece got engaged today!
The mail brought happy stuff today!
Bless my Mom’s heart. She always seems to know when I need cheering up.
She bought me this cute door mat for Christmas
And . . . This cute guy
Meet Norman! Not only did Mom buy him for me – she ordered him! I think it’s touching that she special ordered a toy for her 55 year old daughter.
For someone with little Christmas spirit, she pulls off some great surprises!
The chubby girl on the left is me. The not chubby girl on the right is Older Sister. We were running to the finish at the USAF 5k in September. Older sister beat me by a few seconds. She’s beaten me at three different races over the past year. I thought she’d like photographic proof of her win so this is one of her Christmas presents from me.
It’s not the best picture of us but it’s now one of my favorites.
Having the entire world watch your every move and emotion during the funeral for your father.
I was fortunate to be able watch the funeral services for President Bush today. It was a wonderful service and I was reminded again at how much I love listening to W speak. What a beautiful send off for his dad.
God bless W and his family as they say a final goodbye to 41.
Happy Thanksgiving . . .
This is the 5th Thanksgiving without Prince Charming . . .
This is the 4th Thanksgiving without my Dad . . .
This is my Great Nephew’s first Thanksgiving . . .
This is Third Niece’s first Thanksgiving as a married woman . . .
This is Second Niece’s first Thanksgiving as an engaged woman . . . and she told Mom today that her and her fiancé are planning to buy a bigger house and they will be hosting Thanksgiving next year . . . but her fiancé doesn’t quite know that little detail yet!
It was a good day . . . lots of food . . . lots of yummy desserts . . . lots of online shopping after dinner while we were looking at the Black Friday ads . . .
It was a good day . . .
My apologies to the movie with the same name . . .
I took Rocky to the vet on Saturday for his annual wellness check. Usual stuff – shots, heartworm test, physical exam, check his poo sample for parasites.
While I was there, I talked to our lovely vet about Rocky’s weight. It seems to me that he’s been losing weight and he seems to be a bit on the thin side to me. And I’m worried that there might be something wrong with him . . . he seems fine . . . his activity level is fine, his appetite is fine, he acts like he always has but sometimes he just seems a bit “off” and it worries me. Okay, I’m paranoid and over-reacting because I didn’t notice Fluff was sick until it was too late to do anything to help him.
Lovely Vet explained that Rocky’s weight is fine for him. He weighed over 90 lbs four years ago and he’s steadily losing weight as part of a program (reduce the amount of food and increase his activity). Since he and Millie have lost the weight, they are more active, which helps them keep the weight off and lose additional weight. He assured me that Rocky was fine but ordered some blood work just to be sure.
That was Saturday morning and I’ve been a mess ever since. I’m convinced “something” is wrong with Rocky and it’s going to be horribly serious and I have to face it alone and . . . and . . . and . . . you name the horrible scenario and I’ve imagined it.
Lovely Vet promised he would call me on Monday morning to let me know the results. Bless his heart, that’s exactly what he did. And the news was wonderful. There is absolutely nothing wrong with any of Rocky’s test results. I can increase food a little bit as long as he continues to be active and I can take him back in two months for a weight check. Lovely Vet assured me that Rocky is a very healthy “middle aged” dog and that I’m taking very good care of him.
After spending the weekend convinced I was a horrible dog mother, it’s nice to have someone “in charge” tell me I’m doing something right.
Last night was Trick Or Treat here in Smalltown. Prince Charming was so excited he could hardly stand it. He’s lived out in the boonies since 2000 and this was his first Trick Or Treat in a very long time.
We went to Wally World to pick out candy. I made him promise that he wouldn’t eat whatever we bought before Saturday night. He agreed as long as I bought him some candy of his very own . . . it was blackmail . . . he’s so adorable that I couldn’t resist.
I turned him loose in the candy aisle at Wally World with one rule . . . whatever we got for the Trick Or Treaters had to be something we both liked because we would end up with lots of leftover candy. He looked at me like I had two head until I explained that we would be lucky if we had 50 kids – and most of those would be teenagers “too cool” to wear a costume. He suddenly looked very sad and I hated that I was going to have to ruin his first Trick Or Treat in over 10 years.
He picked a bag of candy with 160 pieces for the kiddies and a bag of Brach’s caramels for himself. He seemed pretty pleased with himself and I was impressed that I could get by so cheap on the candy!
Saturday night came and, sure enough, we were lucky if we had 50 kids and most of them were teenagers who weren’t wearing a costume. He had a wonderful time even if we did freeze out tushies off waiting on the front porch for the kiddies. We’re both pretty excited about all the leftover candy!
After it was over, he called his Mom to see how they survived Trick Or Treat. We visited them earlier in the day and were amazed at the large stash of candy they had stocked up with for the kiddies. According to Prince Charming’s mom . . . they had lots of kiddies and had less than a half dozen pieces of candy left.
I told him that maybe next year we should go help his folks hand out candy!
Yes, I know . . . I’m never here anymore! And that’s after I agreed to the Post A Day thing . . . I know. I suck. I’m sorry.
Yes, I know . . . It’s boring to read about Prince Charming all the time. All I ever do is talk about him. But I can certainly tell you that it’s not boring being this happy with Prince Charming. I spent a lot of lonely years wishing and dreaming for this kind of happiness. It always seemed like it was just out of my grasp. What was I doing wrong? Everybody else had it (or so it seemed) . . . why couldn’t I?
Prince Charming still doesn’t have a job . . . and the economy here in Smalltown is still very stunted . . . but he continues to look and he still has hope that he will find something (anything) soon . . . and he’s still trying to explain to The Queen’s (his STBX) attorney how he’s supposed to comply with a temporary support order if he doesn’t have a job . . . if you are a praying person we’d appreciate if you’d say one or two for him/us.
We’re still the disgustingly happy couple that everyone thinks has been together forever. We go. We do. We laugh. We share. When they catch us kissing in the kitchen, Rocky and Millie look at us like “Oh, man, do you have to keep doing that?!” I just realized yesterday that Millie has spent as much of her life with Prince Charming as she did with the Ex-Hubby.
Remember how I kept wondering when “boringly normal” would come back to my life? Well, it’s here! And I’m thrilled!
I promise I’ll be around more often . . .
Yes, I know . . . you’ve heard that before!