Sunday, August 17, 2014

Things For Me To Remember

Sometimes, I read inspirational quotes. I like them. I figure I don't really need any other reason but that. Here's a few that I ran across lately.

Two that are pretty cool to remember:
"You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”—Christopher Robin to Pooh, A.A. Milne


“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”—Confucius

And two for yesterday:
 "The pain you feel today is the strength you feel tomorrow." ---Unknown

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.”―Mary Anne Radmacher

So today, I tried again. I think I'm stronger than yesterday, and more courageous, no??

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Wimp or Wonder Woman? The Jury is Still Out!

I recently got back from a trip to see my girlfriend, Julie. We have been friends for what seems like forever (45 years) and I hadn't seen her since a few months after Geoff passed away. She lives in Idaho, which is a full 2 day drive from here. Whew! Stressful! I could fly, but that's a whole other level of stress. I did that the last time I went to see her, and was a puddle of tears by the time her dear sweet hubby picked me up from the airport. Just a note here, I'm not your average scaredy cat girl. Actually, I like to think I can do just about anything I put my mind to. But so much has changed since Geoff died, and I get anxious and scared about the stupidest little things. In fact, I don't listen or watch the news anymore. It's just too scary. I think I'm fine at the time, but then I wake up at 2 in the morning, and can't go back to sleep. Ok, confession time.... one evening after dinner, David and I were going to watch Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, but a few minutes into the movie, I realized that it was too scary. Told David we had to turn it off. Yea. Scooby Doo. God, what a weenie. And then I feel bad because I'm not a wimp, but obviously, right now the evidence doesn't really support that.

Where was I? Oh, yea. Julie's oldest was getting married, and she could really use my help in the days leading up to the wedding. My job would be to help lower her stress level. She says I'm good at that, something about being slow and methodical, or some such thing. I was going to be out of school, and it just seemed like the timing was going to be good. I've never driven that far by myself, and the thought of the whole trip was more than a bit overwhelming, but I really wanted to see her, and we had sooo much to talk about. Oh, but a wedding. I knew it would be an emotional time for me, since I would be thinking about Geoff, how he would never see our boys get married. Yes, that was a biggie! Of course there would be lots of people, and I hate to cry in front of people. And, and, and. I went back and forth, first thinking it would be too tough, then knowing I could do it, and right back to, "Lordy, girl, what are you thinking??"

After lots of thought and more than one or two sleepless nights, I decided that I should just "put my big girl panties on" and do it. I'm happy to say the trip was a success! I survived the drive, and didn't get lost. It was nice to see folks I hadn't seen since what seemed forever, and got lots of love and hugs. And, yes, I cried. I cried alot. But you know what? I survived. And now I'm that much stronger.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Shasta

Hello everyone. It's been a long time. Let's see if I can remember how this is done. So much has happened since I last posted. I adopted a new little puppy, although that was a year ago, so she's not so little anymore. Her name is Shasta, she's a black lab, and a total little snuggle muffin. She loves Dozer, and they get along well. He's very patient with her, to the point of being too much so. I found this out after we made an emergency trip to the vet to find out he had about 20-30 puncture holes in each ear from his new little friend. Poor thing! I'd never heard of that happening, but the vet says its common for a very patient and loving older dog to put up with the ear chewing from puppies. We watched extra close after that, and Dozer has had no more issues from that. Isn't there a song called, Love Hurts, or something like that? Anyway, she fits into our little family quite well, and has been a source of much love and comfort.
So, just this quick little post for now. Hope everyone is doing well.
Lori


Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Yes, I'm Still Here!

I have a story to tell you. But first, I want to say that, yes, I'm still alive and kicking. I've taken a hiatus of sorts from blogging. Well, not from just blogging, but from life in general, trying to get my feet back underneath me. Anyway.....

I have a story to tell you. A story only I could come up with! As I'm sure you can imagine, it's not always easy to sleep after a life changing occurrence, and my case is no different.  A few nights ago, I had a dream. I was home, just me and the dogs, and there were bad guys with guns after us. And not just your average bad guys, but ninja type bad guys. Real bad. Somehow they had gotten into the house, and I was so afraid they were going to hurt the dogs. I didn't want to call 911, because I knew they would call back, and we have caller ID, then I would be totally busted, since I'm sure, at least in my dream, it would say, "911 operator". Luckily, that's when I woke up. So there I was, just laying there in bed, wide awake at 2:00. Again. Then I heard a noise. But, I was really awake and this wasn't a dream. The noise was right outside my bedroom window, and it sounded like an engine. We have no close neighbors on that side of us, just my garden, our trees, then a ditch and the neighbor's pasture. There should be no engine. I thought it was a truck engine, but couldn't be sure. Do ninja-bad guys travel in trucks? Surely not. I opened the window a crack, and realized it was the air compressor, out in the garden. We've been doing work around the house, and the air compressor had been out for who knows what. So now, it all made sense. The obvious reason for it being on was NOT that it had accidentally been left on, but the ninja-bad guys were using that as a ploy to lure me outside, far away from the house to turn it off, when they would take that opportunity to do ninja-bad guy stuff to me and the dogs. Ha! I was not going to play their game, though. I got my trusty, big Mag flashlight, and let Dozer outside. I stood in the doorway, looking rather tough in my robe and big fuzzy slippers, and watched him to see if he could smell anything out of place. Everything seemed fine, so I unplugged the compressor from the wall next to the door, called Dozer back inside, and then locked the door. Ha! Take that, you ninja-bad guys. You lost. I won.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Trying My Best.....

I've been swamped with papers. Probably ten years worth, all scattered in drawers, boxes, and tucked into corners of the house. My goal? To turn this mountain of paper into a cohesive, organized filing system. Hmm, let's see. I can tell you that I've been at this for about a week now, and I have shut down the shredder numerous times due to overheating. Goodness. I've taken out bag after bag of papers and shreddings to the garbage. Shreddings.... is that even a word? What do you call the tiny little pieces of paper that the shredder makes?
So originally, I thought I could get all this paperwork done before I went back to work. Maybe even start cleaning around the house a little. You know, in my spare time. 
Yea. I know. A girl can dream, can't she?

I start back to work in a week. And I'm tired. So, so tired. I'm hoping that being around the kids will give me a much needed spark. And hugs. Lots and lots of hugs. I work with special needs children, mostly kindergarten and first graders, and there are a few that love hugs. This year we will have 12 in the classroom. Lots more than last year. Lots to keep me busy at work. Luckily, we are pretty relaxed the first few weeks of school. We're pretty protective of our kids, and those first few weeks we do lots of bonding, so they know they are safe and loved, and that school is fun.
Special kids are..... Special. There's no other word for them. I thank God for each and every day they are in my life.
      

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Sunshine And Roses Interrupted

Normally, I only say happy things on this blog. This is sort of my sunshine and roses spot. I have another place that I give news of a more serious nature, but here I like to keep it to more of the stereotypical happy place. Today, however, I feel like putting something up here, and decided to tell you what has been happening in my life for the past year.
So, here I am. Outside, eating watermelon, drinking wine, and waiting for the quiche to get out of the oven. And thinking. Thinking about the past year, and about trying to find our, "new normal."
Just about this time last year, my dear darling hubby started having health issues. After about a month, he was diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma, a rather nasty form of skin cancer. He was given 4-6 months, and surprised all the docs by living over a year. Alas, all things must come to an end, and my hubby of 28 years passed away last week. So, here I am. Outside, eating watermelon, drinking wine, and waiting for the quiche to get out of the oven. And thinking. Sigh....

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

My New Purse!

So, I'm still here....... just haven't been blogging for awhile. Lots of things going on, yadda yadda. But, I wanted to show off my new purse. Not just any purse, either. This is a CHICKEN Purse! 



Anybody that knows me, knows that I love my chickens. I have all sorts of chicken stuff in the house, and now I am the proud owner of a chicken purse. Want to know the story??? I have this friend. (Yes, I have a friend!) She's totally into sewing, and quite possibly the most talented person that I know. She's also very sweet. So sweet, in fact, that when she saw this purse, she thought of me, and got it for me, and then mailed it to me. Yes, she did all that! And you want to know something else?? When she mailed it to me, she timed it so that it arrived on ....... are you ready?? It arrived on my 50th birthday! Happy Birthday to me! I immediately changed purses, and hubby and I went to dinner at a stylish restaurant. There I was, decked out in rolled up carpenter jeans, sporting my new chicken purse, celebrating my 50th birthday. My new chicken purse is just too cute for words!