I decided to retire from Pampered Chef. I put a note in my email signature that my website will be closing as of June 30th. That if you want to order from it before it closes, let me know.
I get an email from a friend “OH NO!! PAMPERED CHEF IS CLOSING?????”
*facepalms* This is PRECISELY why I am quitting. People don’t read.
I got her back tho…”What???? Where did you read that?????”
Oh I misread it.
Ya, ya did………but that’s OK.
I’m upset with myself for not having more patience but I guess I really do expect people to read and not skim. It makes me have to do things twice. And I don’t feel like I have the time to deal with stuff twice.
I’m just feeling so overwhelmed again.
I’ve been talking to this guy online for almost 3 months. And while I cannot wait for him to be here, all this talking is a good thing … we are getting to know each other pretty well. I like it. He found out some things I don’t like, I’ve found out things he does. It’s a win/win. I enjoy trying to decipher what he really means. Sometimes translating from German to English is funny. Cracks me up. His voice is sexy to listen to but then women are always suckers for an accent. Me included.
Daughter goes back to Thailand 2 weeks from today. I’m kind of in a state of denial. I love this girl. She’s been a perfect joy to have with me. She’s so smart and fun and has helped me through so rough stuff. Missing her doesn’t quite cover it. I can’t wait to go see her there.
And yet I am looking forward to having a couple months on my own. Well, not quite on my own. AW will be here. On and off. He has his own house to deal with.
I leave for Italy on Aug 8th. And bring my next new daughter home with me. I can’t wait for 10 days of not dealing with things!!
My friend had to put his dog down this morning. Brings Bear back fresh in my mind and the pain that goes with losing a beloved member of the family.
Yes, that is a miniature horse he’s lookin’ at. Annie, the blond, was his g/f at Jefferson.
Hard as it is to take, he is in a better place and not suffering. We just suffer the loss forever. I know I am still grieving over my Bear. Jegs makes a bit easier. Altho he is over 8 years old now. If Jegs makes it past the end of July, he’ll be the longest living dog I have had in almost 30 years. I hope he makes me for many more years. He’s my dog, my bud, my companion, my friend and my hugger. I love that almost human….
Tell those you love, that you do. And have a wonderful evening….
We may have to discuss this.
Except the cast/bandage came off Jegs foot last night. It’s looking pretty rough where they took his toe. But he’s walking fairly well considering.
And yes, Thank you for sending this one T, it’s pretty true.
Y’all have a WONDERFUL weekend!
Him: Hello Summer Breeze.
Me: oh that’s a GOOD one!!
Yesterday wasn’t the best day.
First my beloved dog, Jegs, needed surgery. He had jammed something from the corn or hay field up in the webbing between his toes and it had festered. I didn’t even know he’d done it. He kept licking but I thought it was something he scraped while running. He’s always running. Especially since I got Bohdi. Bohdi bugs him. Bohdi won’t stop picking on him. So Jegs runs. Doc got him sedated and did a check. Not only had he done the corn stalk thing, there was a mass on his pad.
Ya, I’ll take it off and I highly recommend you have it sent into Madison for testing.
Crap. No. I’m not going to. For the last 30 years, my dogs have died at 8 – 8 1/2 years of age. Jegs turned 8 on Valentine’s Day. With my luck that means most likely I will lose him before Christmas. And if it IS cancer? I don’t know if I want to know. I don’t want to live with that hanging over my head again. He will be OK. No, I’m not cruel. I KNOW what this dog has gone through and I won’t put him through more. Especially like what Nick dealt with.
So Jegs is in a cast that I’m to take off tonight. This will be interesting. He looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes like he’s in pain and I can’t give him another pain pill till tonight. He snuggled up on my bed last night and was quiet all night. I’m sure yesterday was pretty rough on him. So I’ll love him up and snuggle with my boy. I was so happy to have him home. He’s important to me. Thank you, Kevin, for helping me go get him.
Then, I started reading this blog again and got to Aug 1st. And stopped dead in my tracks.
I did read it that far without losing it though. It’s like I’m becoming detached from what I went through last summer and the months before. After Aug 1? I don’t know yet.
I’m sure some of you are wondering why I read it over and over. It’s not hurting me. It helps me to read it. When I wrote all that out, I couldn’t breathe for crying. Then I could read it over again and I cried, but I could breathe. This time reading it? I could see myself living it over again but from above, looking down and I was OK. Not perfect but OK. I made it through.
I’ve also decided I want to go back to school. When, where, why, and how will be answered at a later date. I have to get information first.
Wish me luck.
….not what they’re supposed to be.
Who said Dandelions are weeds? They are actually quite useful. Pretty flowers that 3 year olds give to their mommy’s because they can REACH them and no one yells when they pick ’em.
HEY GRANDPA! WHAT’S FOR SUPPER??? Dandelion greens, ‘possum innards, and for desert? PEACH PIE!!
Wine…I hear those things make some pretty good spirits too!
Then there is this……………
I wished on a lot of those………………none came true. But when we were kids?
I’m seeing a lot of things for what they are. Some good, some bad.
Some make me laugh till I cry.
And some just make me cry.
But I ‘feel’ again. I was afraid that was lost.
…..you get a compliment?
I am always at a loss as to what to say. So I usually just say ‘Thank you.’ I smile. I blush.
I am just me. I do what I do and I guess I don’t really expect accolades for it. I certainly did not expect the compliments I’ve been getting lately.
I try to tell people WELL DONE!! Jolly good! WTG BABE!!! High 5!! People need to feel good about themselves or they won’t continue to do a good job. Believe me I know all about that at my job.
Today, I got a compliment that just FLOORED me. From a completely and totally unexpected source. So I’m going to try something I have always wanted to do. And never had the courage, the guts, the fortitude, or the encouragement to do.
Lord only knows how it will work out but at least I finally have the will to try.
Seriously. I dropped my jaw.
So y’all have a NICE day.
To turn this journey into a book.
I’d love to but I’m no writer. I’d need someone to help me put this all in the right order.
I’d love for everyone to know what a special person this man was. How he struggled to make it through.
How I’m struggling to learn how to live without him after almost 25 years of him being in my life.
Tom on the left…………………………………Kevin on the right.
I’ve known my Tom since 1979? 1980? He’s been a rock in my life for a lot of years. In 1992, I spent a wonderful 4 day weekend exploring Jamestown and Jud, ND with him. His family name is on the old headstones there in Jud; the reason he moved to that Godforsaken great northern tundra. He showed me the Bison sculpture outside of town – designed by a guy from G’ville, he took me to a bar and taught me what a Bulldog was *hic*, he took video of me in his civil war stuff AFTER I drank the Bulldog, AND again the next morning as I was trying to wake on the sofa sleeper after ingesting said Bulldogs, ugh – thank God I can’t find THAT tape! It was a FUN trip. Ya, the VHS tape is here somewhere. I even have the raw unedited version. I should find it and send it to him so he can put it on DVD. I’d like to see that again. One of the cool parts is where we came upon a doe that had JUST had her fawn. Remember that, Tom? Going to the old house in Jud? Myron’s garage? LOL
The commentary was funny and so spontaneous. *wide angle on the ass again Tom?* OMG we laughed all weekend. Still not happy Myron won that bet, though! Or that y’all even HAD THAT bet going!!
I was back there again in August of 1993 for Tom’s wedding. He wanted me to be the best ‘man’ in a tux and high spike heels. I wish now I had done it but I don’t think the new wife would have liked it. It was a GREAT time. I had SUCH fun!!!
God I look so YOUNG!! AND THIN! AND BLURRY! and OMG that HAIR?? Really???
Tom was here when I needed him most. At Nick’s funeral. And he brought with him, another favorite, Mike, from IL.
Mike and Tom knew each other from…..college? Details are fuzzy. Thanks to all the TJ Swan and Boone’s Farm. *hic* Anyway, I met Mike when Tom decided I needed to meet his cool friend. So Tom in ND, Mike in IL wanted to get together; who was halfway between? ME! in MN at the time. I bought probably 20 bottles of Boone’s and TJ and we had a weekend party at my house up on the ridge. Another wonderful time.
Kevin – a very important man in my life. I’ve written of him before. I do think without him, I would be in a padded room. Seriously. Since Nick died, he has been here for me whether it’s a shoulder to cry on, lawn to mow, tree limbs to cut, or cars to move, anything I have asked he has been there for me. Someone to lean on when I need. I swear my brain turned to mush after what Nick and I went through. Kevin knew this and helped out SO much. Just being there for me when I would throw my hands up in frustration because I simply could not remember what I needed to do.
I met Kevin almost 11 years ago when Nick and I moved to Frenchville. He and Nick became very good friends and they spent time ‘playing’, yes playing, in Kevin’s shop. (you showed me the ice bucket remember?) He and I have SUCH a great time laughing and talking whenever we are together. He is just so easy to talk to. Or just sit on the front step and ‘be’. He is my bestest friend. I do not know what I would do without him in my life.
He’s also one hell of a cook! *and he’s single ladies!!* Has hair the color I would KILL for whenever mine decides to change color. (or I stop coloring it, whichever comes first) I once asked him if there was something he DIDN’T know how to do….he just looked at me sideways. I’m sure one day I might find something he doesn’t know how to do. Ha!
I still have no idea how to thank him for all he has done. Or tell him how special he is to me, but I think he knows. Right?
I have some of the COOLEST friends. And I always say, there is room around my bonfire for you too.
LET’S LIGHT ‘ER UP!!