Awesome! What an experience for you! I have to admit, I would have liked to have visited there about 7 years ago (before I was a mom) to check out some of that legalized stuff....*sigh*. The farm house was gorgeous, eh. I am glad that M got to visit you. Memories. And very cool ones at that!
A lucky girl indeed. I am so happy for you. The TTouch thing sounds awesome...maybe a future avenue for you, eh. I can see you doing something like that.
I love you.
*taking a long hard pull on my cigarette, exhaling, and sitting here while the words come* When it started, I was like, "Cool. Just a babble post." I dig your babble posts because you have such a beautiful way with phrases. I soooooo got your bit about the girls fighting. Janet, today was the second day of our break and I swear I wanted to be anywhere but here. OMG. I don't get how they can wake up fighting. Then I got to "Wait. I know all I know about you and didn't know that you had met Michael Jackson?!?!?!?" (Really. I expect the story.) Then I automatically went into ping-pong thoughts about the respite care gig. Yes, it is supposed to be for the good. Yes, it will one day be for the good. Yes, I know it can throw everyone's life into a tail spin, but jut your chin out and make everyone try. I'm thinking it will take a while for it to click. But I agree that it has to be done. And then... I allowed myself to be fed with your memories. Wow. I hate to admit it, but it was one of those things that I wish I could have written. You have such a gift. And then I just sat here, allowing your memories to morph themselves into mine. I sighed. I teared up. And I wanted nothing but to jab you with my elbow and say, "I love ya, sista."
I give you props for even being able to put up with chicks. I think it's awesome. And now I have that stupid song "Your love your love your love is my drug" going through my head.
I am going to ride the other side of the fence and just call you a whine bag.
I am glad that you and your babies had such a great day. I imagine you to be like a little kid around the holidays, all excited and truly joyful. And that's why I love you.
Okay,you know that I want to first comment on the companionship. But I won't. Not here. lol The rune...good stuff. A lot of deep stuff to take in. I miss you. And I heard the Michael Jackson for the first time the other night with the girls while in the truck. "Hold My Hand," I believe it's called. It was somewhat disconcerting to me to hear him.
How was it? I am not one to step outside of my comfort zone in regards to food. lol
Umm...yeah. And we thought that my hanging out with a drunken man was baggage? And you seriously know someone who has to pee on their man?
After reading this, I'm thinking we could take K up on the tropical vaca, but um, I am thinking I want a separate room.
I am clueless about technology too. I prefer the old school ways of actually writing letters by hand and talking to a person instead of a computer. My daughter was taught how to use a computer in kindergarten. It won't be long before she is ahead of me. You wouldn't believe the technology they have in the classrooms. It's unreal. That plant is *gorgeous.* Wow. I want me some of that.
My youngest daughter's dad is a Purple Heart vet from Operation Iraqi Freedom. I never realized what it really meant for these men and women to put their lives on the line until I became acquainted with one. What bravery and selflessness. The pictures were beautiful.
I love this story. I grew up with a pit bull. I don't believe it's the breed that's the beast; it's the owners. When Dreadlock (1/2 pit and 1/2 greyhound) was alive, the city passed a vicious dog ordinance. They couldn't be walked without a muzzle. They couldn't be put outside unless it was in a kennel with a top on it. Crap if you ask me. Luckily, my vet agreed and his records showed him as a greyhound mix.
Those are great pictures. He must be hungry indeed. That's one way of keeping unwanted guests out of your yard, eh.
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