So one of the main reasons I wanted to start a blog is because I love to write and even more importantly, I love to turn a good tale. But with allergy season in full bloom in Wyoming, it's been hard to muster up the energy to do anything but grab tissues and dab the nose between sneezes. Little did I know when I moved to Wyoming almost 16 years ago that I would be allergic to the whole state. Seriously! When I finally drug myself out of the River of Denial and went to the allergist, the inflammation from the pin pricks on my back was akin to a bad case of poison ivy (which by the way I'm also allergic to.) There are at least 30 weeds that don't like me in this state in addition to sage and mountain cedar. Have you ever been anywhere in Wyoming where you don't see sage? Basically anything that grows in Wyoming is NOT my friend.
I used to think my nose belonged to a marathon runner. It would always run and run when I went outdoors. It took a trip to Boston to alert me that I could go outdoors without having my nose run. Imagine my surprise when I got back to the hotel and didn't have to blow once. It was a miracle day for me!
Nowadays I am getting to know the nurses at the Allergy Clinic rather well with twice a week visits where I get poked not once, but twice at every visit. My arms are starting to look like a battlefield and seriously I'm wondering if I go swimming if I'll sink from all the holes in my arms. For a girl who has never liked shots, I'm finding that these painful pricks are my only hopes of living in this state without having an eternally red nose.
I'm also thinking about investing in Kleenex. I have a stockpile of the soft stuff in my closet, car and purse. My favorite? I can personally recommend the ones with aloe!
Most importantly I'm looking forward to the day when I can walk outside and not need a tissue. When I can go hiking and not have to fill my backpack with Claritin. Or not scare away the wildlife with my sneezing. Will that day ever happen? It better because I'm not doing the shots because I like them. And I'm never moving back to Texas. My nose is happy there but I'll take sneezing over sweating any day!
Monday, April 29, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Adios El Paso
Oh my! I haven't had THIS much fun in so long. There's nothing like reconnecting with friends after, what? 30 years to get the laughter going, the facial cheeks hurting and the beer a flowing. We had a FABULOUS time in El Paso, thanks to my hosts, Terry and Screwy Lewie Wright and fellow travelers and friends, Jeanne (Nelson) Ireland and Arlys Reyes. Is it scary that I can't remember Arlys' maiden name? As four women in their 50s will tell you....that's just normal. Oh yes, Lopez!
Here's a recap of the fun.
Terry picked me up at the El Paso airport (BTW - beautifully done in the region's cultural colors and styles) and we immediately went to the bar to have a beer and wait for Jeanne's plane to arrive. After two beers and the customary chips and salsa, Jeanne joined us at the table for more gabbing. Who cares if her luggage was circling the carousel!!! Now, all we had to do was find Arlys, who mind you, was already in El Paso and was SUPPOSED to meet my plane. Turns out Arlys was locked inside a friend's house and they were trying to figure out a way to break OUT of the house! She eventually made it to the airport but missed the beer, chips and conversation!
We all four climbed into Terry's car and went to lunch at Carlos and Mickey's. Terry and I were already over-served (Arlys was driving) but that didn't stop us from having the Texas margaritas (three shots of tequila). We sat there catching up til the Happy Hour crowd started pouring in. The nice thing is, that we were NOT rushed, asked to leave or even made to feel guilty about taking up a table for the whole afternoon. I LOVE EL PASO!
Having never been to the city, Arlys gave us a tour of the city. We found it hysterical that Arlys, who lives in San Antonio now, still knew more about the town than Terry does. Being right on the edge of New Mexico and Mexico makes the city so interesting. There's even a mountain peak that has a cross on it where the two states and the two countries meet.
We drove up to the top of a scenic overlook and they showed me where the Rio Grande was supposed to be. I say "supposed" to because the water is MIA...all that was there was the river bed! Can you say DROUGHT? My first and last impression is that El Paso is BROWN! The mountains are brown, the yards are brown, event the cactus are brown! I think I did see a bit of green but it was few and far between.
Arlys then insisted that we visit Bowie's Bakery. Now if you have ever tasted Mexican pastry, well, it's not what we Americans have a hankering for. It's typically dry, bland and tasteless. Sorry but it is! Arlys swore we just hadn't tried GOOD Mexican baked goods yet. Well, she was right! Man, everything we tasted was awesome. We ate just a little too much but it was fun trying all the really good treats. A fun fact to know and keep to yourself...President George W. Bush had Bowie's delectables flown in to Washing DC for his inauguration!
We finally made it to Terry's home and she gave us a tour of her very cool and colorful Adobe style home with a very sweet back patio. Now, for those of you who don't know Terry, she is an art teacher and a pretty incredible mosaic artist. Her work is on buildings all through El Paso! We even stopped and posed in front of one piece of her work at a children's center. One of the reasons for having this reunion in El Paso was so that Terry could teach us how to do mosaics.
After the tour, we drank some more beer and wine and headed to a little pizzeria for dinner. Lest you think we are all pigs, I want you all to know that all we ate was salad. We were full, full, full but poor Lewis hadn't been with us during the day and was hungry so we needed to feed him.
Saturday morning we woke up early and went to work on the mosaics. It was so much fun and I have to say that each of us did a pretty good job despite the fact that we were all novices. Learning to nip the bisque tiles was an art but we managed to conquer our fear of the nippers and possible eye damage and throw down some pretty nice artwork.
We then cleaned up and headed out to do a little shopping in Old Messilla, New Mexico. I'm pretty darn sure I don't have the spelling right but does it really matter? What TRULY matters is that it was cool! Adobe houses, BEAUTIFUL JEWELRY (sorry Tom but I did overspend!) and some wonderful Mexican artwork captivated us until sundown. Then we headed over to a really cool restaurant called the Double Eagle that was an old historic home with "to-die-for" old chandeliers, tin ceilings, stained glass, etc. After more beer and margaritas, we talked and talked through an entire dinner service and AGAIN, no one rushed us. I love the mañana attitude. Even after a couple of hours, we still had to ask for our bill! (BTW - thank you Arlys.)
Sunday, we woke up and Terry and I went for hike (boy did I need it after the amount of chips, guacamole, beer, margaritas and Mexican food and pastries consumed). Then we came back and finished up the mosaics. She taught us how to grout and I have to say, our mosaics became even more beautiful.
Lewis made us a phenomenal lunch of fajitas and then it was time to go home. Too soon, too fast and a sad farewell with promises to not wait another 30 years til the next get together.
What I'm struck by is how many years can pass between real friends and how you don't even skip a beat when you're back together. Terry's art students asked her "how do you know you'll still like them?" That's a question that only a teenager, who hasn't lived, can ask. Despite the different paths our lives have taken, there is a bond that is unbreakable by the mere passing of time.
Jeanne is a witty and intelligent mother of two girls and one set of twins -- one of which is autistic. She has and continues to only see the bright side of life. She shared a great philosophy passed on to her by a developmental specialist who first diagnosed her daughter's autism...."she's not going to die of it" which puts it all into perspective when it comes to our kids. Terry is a wonderfully talented, creative and funny woman who has raised three great sons and taught them a rare gift...self confidence. She is a mosaic artist, creates beautiful rugs (THAT's our next art lesson), and has the uncanny ability to put a wild range of colors together and make it work. She is a great teacher and is just someone you want to hang with. Arlys is a wonderful, kind and generous mother and speech pathologist who works with children and can coax them out of their shells. She has a wonderful life in San Antonio and a beautiful family grown from her incredible spirit. Soft, sweet and kind, she is the woman we all want to be!
These women are incredible and I can't believe it took me 30 years to make a trip to come see them! Despite the passage of time, it's like we were still dorm friends getting together in one of our rooms and having an incredible time. That my dear teenage student is WHAT true friends are all about. I can't wait for you to discover that for yourself!
Here's a recap of the fun.
Terry picked me up at the El Paso airport (BTW - beautifully done in the region's cultural colors and styles) and we immediately went to the bar to have a beer and wait for Jeanne's plane to arrive. After two beers and the customary chips and salsa, Jeanne joined us at the table for more gabbing. Who cares if her luggage was circling the carousel!!! Now, all we had to do was find Arlys, who mind you, was already in El Paso and was SUPPOSED to meet my plane. Turns out Arlys was locked inside a friend's house and they were trying to figure out a way to break OUT of the house! She eventually made it to the airport but missed the beer, chips and conversation!
We all four climbed into Terry's car and went to lunch at Carlos and Mickey's. Terry and I were already over-served (Arlys was driving) but that didn't stop us from having the Texas margaritas (three shots of tequila). We sat there catching up til the Happy Hour crowd started pouring in. The nice thing is, that we were NOT rushed, asked to leave or even made to feel guilty about taking up a table for the whole afternoon. I LOVE EL PASO!Having never been to the city, Arlys gave us a tour of the city. We found it hysterical that Arlys, who lives in San Antonio now, still knew more about the town than Terry does. Being right on the edge of New Mexico and Mexico makes the city so interesting. There's even a mountain peak that has a cross on it where the two states and the two countries meet.
Arlys then insisted that we visit Bowie's Bakery. Now if you have ever tasted Mexican pastry, well, it's not what we Americans have a hankering for. It's typically dry, bland and tasteless. Sorry but it is! Arlys swore we just hadn't tried GOOD Mexican baked goods yet. Well, she was right! Man, everything we tasted was awesome. We ate just a little too much but it was fun trying all the really good treats. A fun fact to know and keep to yourself...President George W. Bush had Bowie's delectables flown in to Washing DC for his inauguration!
We finally made it to Terry's home and she gave us a tour of her very cool and colorful Adobe style home with a very sweet back patio. Now, for those of you who don't know Terry, she is an art teacher and a pretty incredible mosaic artist. Her work is on buildings all through El Paso! We even stopped and posed in front of one piece of her work at a children's center. One of the reasons for having this reunion in El Paso was so that Terry could teach us how to do mosaics.
After the tour, we drank some more beer and wine and headed to a little pizzeria for dinner. Lest you think we are all pigs, I want you all to know that all we ate was salad. We were full, full, full but poor Lewis hadn't been with us during the day and was hungry so we needed to feed him.
Saturday morning we woke up early and went to work on the mosaics. It was so much fun and I have to say that each of us did a pretty good job despite the fact that we were all novices. Learning to nip the bisque tiles was an art but we managed to conquer our fear of the nippers and possible eye damage and throw down some pretty nice artwork.
Lewis made us a phenomenal lunch of fajitas and then it was time to go home. Too soon, too fast and a sad farewell with promises to not wait another 30 years til the next get together.
What I'm struck by is how many years can pass between real friends and how you don't even skip a beat when you're back together. Terry's art students asked her "how do you know you'll still like them?" That's a question that only a teenager, who hasn't lived, can ask. Despite the different paths our lives have taken, there is a bond that is unbreakable by the mere passing of time.
Jeanne is a witty and intelligent mother of two girls and one set of twins -- one of which is autistic. She has and continues to only see the bright side of life. She shared a great philosophy passed on to her by a developmental specialist who first diagnosed her daughter's autism...."she's not going to die of it" which puts it all into perspective when it comes to our kids. Terry is a wonderfully talented, creative and funny woman who has raised three great sons and taught them a rare gift...self confidence. She is a mosaic artist, creates beautiful rugs (THAT's our next art lesson), and has the uncanny ability to put a wild range of colors together and make it work. She is a great teacher and is just someone you want to hang with. Arlys is a wonderful, kind and generous mother and speech pathologist who works with children and can coax them out of their shells. She has a wonderful life in San Antonio and a beautiful family grown from her incredible spirit. Soft, sweet and kind, she is the woman we all want to be!These women are incredible and I can't believe it took me 30 years to make a trip to come see them! Despite the passage of time, it's like we were still dorm friends getting together in one of our rooms and having an incredible time. That my dear teenage student is WHAT true friends are all about. I can't wait for you to discover that for yourself!
Friday, April 19, 2013
My First Backpacking Trip
Living in Wyoming, I am now an ardent backpacker. But there was a time, way back when I was in college, that I didn't have a clue. I had fallen romantically in love with the mountains as a youngster, listening to John Denver and dreaming of the day when I would live in Colorado. If there was an opportunity to go to the mountains, no matter how obscure a trip, I would be first in line. I remember as a kid signing up for a Baptist summer camp just to get away from the flatlands of Texas (and I was Catholic). Yes, I have felt guilty many times about being "saved" by the Baptists and even confessed it during a reconciliation with my priest. I'm pretty sure he was laughing as I spit it out over tears.
I even chose my college based on its proximity to the mountains. I had a choice between two Texas journalism schools - UT or Texas Tech. I checked the map (I was living in Germany at the time) and saw how close Lubbock was to the mountains of New Mexico so I put my application in.
When I arrived on campus, imagine my shock to find a totally flat, barren, windswept prairie. My brother picked me up at the airport in Dallas and reluctantly drove me to the edge of hell. As quickly as he could, he unloaded my stuff and abandoned me at my dorm. From Munich to Lubbock. The alps to the brown cottonfields. I was in hell and it was at my choosing!
I studied hard my first year and at summer break my mom asked what I did for fun. Huh? Wasn't I supposed to just study? She told me to get a life so I went back to school in August and found the Outing Club. Back then, outing meant outdoors...
I signed up for my first backpacking trip. Without a clue, I took the list of recommended items and started pulling together my stuff. I was living on $50 a month and didn't have funds to invest in equipment. I had a backpack from my Eurorail trips and old slumber party sleeping bag so I was set. What else? Water bottle? Humm... I emptied an old shampoo bottle and filled it with water. I had hiking boots too. A few extra things and I was set.
I went to the meeting place and everyone was great. I got in someone's car, not sure if it was Guy Hobbs or someone else but all I remember thinking (and I swear we said it first) that it was good to see Lubbock in our rearview mirror.
We camped at the trail head that night. Everyone put their bags out on the ground, I followed suit. Mind you, it was October in the mountains. About 3 a.m. in the morning, I woke up and my sleeping bag was completely wet (it was a cotton sleeping bag) and I was shivering beyond belief. I started pulling clothes out and putting them on. Suddenly I heard some girls talking and then a car door slam. I jumped up and raced over to their car and asked if I could climb in. They said yes. That's when I met Kim and Carla. We laughed at how wimpy we were and slept peacefully until dawn.
The next morning we awoke and found we were in a pasture full of cows! As I went to survey my equipment, my sleeping bag was not only wet, it was soaking wet with dew. I was trying to figure out what to do next when this wonderful guy, Mike Morlock, said "Hey, I have an extra sleeping bag if anyone needs it." I'm pretty sure he assessed my situation and figured out I was in trouble. I meekly went up and asked if I could borrow it and we became fast friends from that point onwards.
As we hiked up the trail, I quickly learned how out of shape I was. I was having a blast though. The aspens were yellow, the sun was shining and I was IN HEAVEN. I think I was even singing "Rocky Mountain High" to myself. At my first water break, I pulled open my water bottle and quickly got a mouthful of soapy water. Blah! I gagged and spit. Now what? Carla and Kim had already decided to adopt me so they shared their water. I wasn't about to carry that soapy water any further so I tossed it behind a bush (YES, I KNOW). When we got to another rest spot, Guy Hobbs got up to speak. First lesson folks. You pack out what you pack in. WHOSE SHAMPOO BOTTLE IS THIS?
I was as red as my hair when I got up to claim it. Not only was I embarrassed at dumping it but that I had even brought it. Everyone laughed and I shrunk back to my resting spot.
Mike took pity on me and made sure, from that point on, that I learned the ropes. I eventually made it to camp and had the time of my life, eating fresh fish and meeting a great group of people. I survived the rest of the trip, and made it back to Lubbock much wiser and a whole lot happier. I also went out and got a canteen and a new sleeping bag. That may have been my first trip, but it wasn't going to be my last!
I even chose my college based on its proximity to the mountains. I had a choice between two Texas journalism schools - UT or Texas Tech. I checked the map (I was living in Germany at the time) and saw how close Lubbock was to the mountains of New Mexico so I put my application in.
When I arrived on campus, imagine my shock to find a totally flat, barren, windswept prairie. My brother picked me up at the airport in Dallas and reluctantly drove me to the edge of hell. As quickly as he could, he unloaded my stuff and abandoned me at my dorm. From Munich to Lubbock. The alps to the brown cottonfields. I was in hell and it was at my choosing!
I studied hard my first year and at summer break my mom asked what I did for fun. Huh? Wasn't I supposed to just study? She told me to get a life so I went back to school in August and found the Outing Club. Back then, outing meant outdoors...
I signed up for my first backpacking trip. Without a clue, I took the list of recommended items and started pulling together my stuff. I was living on $50 a month and didn't have funds to invest in equipment. I had a backpack from my Eurorail trips and old slumber party sleeping bag so I was set. What else? Water bottle? Humm... I emptied an old shampoo bottle and filled it with water. I had hiking boots too. A few extra things and I was set.
I went to the meeting place and everyone was great. I got in someone's car, not sure if it was Guy Hobbs or someone else but all I remember thinking (and I swear we said it first) that it was good to see Lubbock in our rearview mirror.
We camped at the trail head that night. Everyone put their bags out on the ground, I followed suit. Mind you, it was October in the mountains. About 3 a.m. in the morning, I woke up and my sleeping bag was completely wet (it was a cotton sleeping bag) and I was shivering beyond belief. I started pulling clothes out and putting them on. Suddenly I heard some girls talking and then a car door slam. I jumped up and raced over to their car and asked if I could climb in. They said yes. That's when I met Kim and Carla. We laughed at how wimpy we were and slept peacefully until dawn.
The next morning we awoke and found we were in a pasture full of cows! As I went to survey my equipment, my sleeping bag was not only wet, it was soaking wet with dew. I was trying to figure out what to do next when this wonderful guy, Mike Morlock, said "Hey, I have an extra sleeping bag if anyone needs it." I'm pretty sure he assessed my situation and figured out I was in trouble. I meekly went up and asked if I could borrow it and we became fast friends from that point onwards.
As we hiked up the trail, I quickly learned how out of shape I was. I was having a blast though. The aspens were yellow, the sun was shining and I was IN HEAVEN. I think I was even singing "Rocky Mountain High" to myself. At my first water break, I pulled open my water bottle and quickly got a mouthful of soapy water. Blah! I gagged and spit. Now what? Carla and Kim had already decided to adopt me so they shared their water. I wasn't about to carry that soapy water any further so I tossed it behind a bush (YES, I KNOW). When we got to another rest spot, Guy Hobbs got up to speak. First lesson folks. You pack out what you pack in. WHOSE SHAMPOO BOTTLE IS THIS?
I was as red as my hair when I got up to claim it. Not only was I embarrassed at dumping it but that I had even brought it. Everyone laughed and I shrunk back to my resting spot.
Mike took pity on me and made sure, from that point on, that I learned the ropes. I eventually made it to camp and had the time of my life, eating fresh fish and meeting a great group of people. I survived the rest of the trip, and made it back to Lubbock much wiser and a whole lot happier. I also went out and got a canteen and a new sleeping bag. That may have been my first trip, but it wasn't going to be my last!
Monday, April 15, 2013
Boston Tragedy
After working until around
7:45 p.m. tonight, I stopped to get some dinner before heading home. Flipping on the radio, I heard a mention about the "Boston Tragedy." I grabbed my smart phone and went to the CNN website where I learned about the bombings at the Boston Marathon. As I crept through the slow line at the eatery, I read through the articles on the web. I was shocked. While it was not on the scale of 9/11, the feeling is still the same. That pit in your stomach when you realize that we were struck again on our soil. A senseless act of cowardice and hatred. My prayers are with the victims, the families of those stricken and for those who were witnesses or first responders. Thank you to all who braved the unknown and went to the aid of others.
May God bless us all.
Photos courtesy of The Atlantic.
My Life on Diet Coke
So I have to fess up, my Diet Coke break didn't last very long. I tried very hard to give up the bubbly but you know what? I like it too much. It's not like I smoke, drink (I don't consider one or two a month a drinker) or do drugs. I am a self-confessed Diet Coke lover and well, it's what I need in the morning to jump start the brain, give me a personality and engage with the world.
My world without diet coke? Imagine a turtle crawling across the floor. Slowwwwww....dull....boring.
My life on diet coke? Well if you've ever driven down a Wyoming road late at night and you see those crazed bunnies racing alongside your car, you get the jest!
My hubby has learned that life does not begin at our house without Diet Coke in the morning. I'm not sure what I ever did to strike fear in his heart but he gets nervous when there's no Diet Coke in the house in the morning. I truly don't think I growl...
The truth is that I have cut down on the amount I drink. I've never really kept track (call it denial) of my intake but at one time some friends threatened to just hook me up to one of those distributor trucks. These days I can get through a whole week on a 12 pack. And I don't keep it at work anymore. I have a water cooler in my office and when I need some bubbly, I pull out a LaCroix water.
Am I making progress? I think so but if I pop a top in the morning, know that I'm doing it for your sake just as much for mine.
My world without diet coke? Imagine a turtle crawling across the floor. Slowwwwww....dull....boring.
My life on diet coke? Well if you've ever driven down a Wyoming road late at night and you see those crazed bunnies racing alongside your car, you get the jest!
My hubby has learned that life does not begin at our house without Diet Coke in the morning. I'm not sure what I ever did to strike fear in his heart but he gets nervous when there's no Diet Coke in the house in the morning. I truly don't think I growl...
The truth is that I have cut down on the amount I drink. I've never really kept track (call it denial) of my intake but at one time some friends threatened to just hook me up to one of those distributor trucks. These days I can get through a whole week on a 12 pack. And I don't keep it at work anymore. I have a water cooler in my office and when I need some bubbly, I pull out a LaCroix water.
Am I making progress? I think so but if I pop a top in the morning, know that I'm doing it for your sake just as much for mine.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
There Goes the Rug
I KNEW IT! Take their regular chew toys (bolster beds) away and they go after something else. The good news is that the rug survived. The bag news is that the rubber mat that I glued to the bottom of the rug so that I wouldn't take a header or a but-er in the kitchen didn't. Yep, I came home to this...
Both were extremely ashamed (thus the bowed heads) and I tossed them out before cleaning up the mess. It took me six swiffer pads to get most of the dirt off the floor.
A normal person would just leave the dogs outside but it's been snowing all week and as mad as I am at them, I just can't bear leaving them out in the cold. They DO have a dog house (an extra large igloo style house) but do they have ENOUGH sense to use it? Nope!
Personally I think they missed me when I went to San Diego and they're acting out but Tom says not to flatter myself. We'll see. We've been home with them over the weekend and hopefully they're just waiting for us to go to work on Monday!
Both were extremely ashamed (thus the bowed heads) and I tossed them out before cleaning up the mess. It took me six swiffer pads to get most of the dirt off the floor.
A normal person would just leave the dogs outside but it's been snowing all week and as mad as I am at them, I just can't bear leaving them out in the cold. They DO have a dog house (an extra large igloo style house) but do they have ENOUGH sense to use it? Nope!
Personally I think they missed me when I went to San Diego and they're acting out but Tom says not to flatter myself. We'll see. We've been home with them over the weekend and hopefully they're just waiting for us to go to work on Monday!
Friday, April 12, 2013
Guilty as Charged!
The "breeding and raising cute collies" thought went quickly out the window as soon as Skye went through her first cycle. I pin the badge of "Courage and Patience" on anyone who can suffer through a two-week breeding cycle. No cute puppies are worth that! Both of them were quickly taken care of and never shall we trample down THAT road again.
Skye is a small and beautiful, sable, female collie - very, very smart! Kallum is a large and beautiful tri-color collie -- very, very dumb. Not sure how we managed both end of the spectrums, but that's who we have!
After many months of chewing up two coffee tables, losing many pairs of shoes and countless pieces of clothing, and the destruction of our the entire irrigation system in the backyard, we thought we were past the their chewing years. Yeah, not so much.
For the last two nights, we have come home to the total desecration of one of their dog beds that they LOVE. Of course, we don't have a clue which one is doing it so they both get a tongue lashing and the worst possible thing -- banishment to the backyard while we're home. Oh! the sad faces, the whines and the occasional pawing of the patio door as they whimper to come inside with us.
And for two nights in a row, I have spent at least four hours mending the rips and putting the stuffing back in the bolster bed pondering which one was responsible. Last night, I finished and as soon as I set it on the floor, Skye came over, sniffed it, got inside it, circled and plopped down, happy as can be. I hadn't put the pad back in the bottom of it yet and the sound of her plopping down inside it, on the hard floor, was pathetic.
She finally got up and just as quickly, Kallum came in and did the same thing. How sweet was that? They LOVE those beds.
As my heart was melting at their sweetness and as I turned away to do something else, I heard the most awful sound....especially when you've just finished with another two hours of mending. A RIP! There was Kallum, with his head lying on the bolster, his small eyes looking up at me adoringly and his teeth sunk into the fabric of the bed that I just repaired. GUILTY I cried out, glad to know who was finally responsible but SERIOUSLY, right in front of me?
The beds made it through the night, but this morning -- well, I heaved them over the railing into a partitioned room to which they don't have access. Ha! I said, as I left -- sleep on the floor today buckaroo! See how you like that! But as I walked away, I swear I heard them thinking... Ha! We'll just eat the carpet instead! I am soooo afraid to go home tonight!!!
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Learning to Blog
How hard can it be? Purge my brain and write. Right? My goal is to make this an informative blog where you can gain new knowledge, learn from my mistakes or successes, garner some sage advice and along the way, have a laugh or two! Lord knows every day in my life is enough to make anyone else count their blessings. Life lessons to look foward to: learning how to be a stepmother to three great kids, understanding what it takes to be the best grandmother, having my own business, raising two energetic collies and all the time trying to be a great wife....well, something's gotta give and most of the time it's me!So hang on, send me your thoughts and let's have some fun!
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