Showing posts with label Leave Your Behind In The Past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leave Your Behind In The Past. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Hard Exterior Reveals Chocolate Filling

Ok, Ok, you got me....I am actually looking forward to V-Day this year. The Dread Valentine's Day, as I've thought of it in years' past, is not so dreaded this time around.

Last year it was a day of endings, as it was the day of Grandpa's funeral. But this year I'm looking at it as a day of beginnings. It's the day I'll be signing my new lease. And I'll be spending it with the Dreamboat and his Funny Dog. I'm bringing over a cotton blend yarn, just for her to sniff. Color? Why red, of course.

Friday, January 2, 2009

....And a Happy New Year to all!

Ah, 2008 is over.

I was about to say "finally," but then I realized that last year wasn't all that bad. I mean, yeah, my heart cracked a little--but then it healed (maybe even grew a little bit). And I thought my contract for work would be over--but they extended my contract indefinitely. And, of course, there was Pickle.

2009 started off on a great note. It was spent with good friends and Love. I'm hoping for more of the same.

There will be new babies this year (the count stands at three). Hopefully, there will be new opportunities. And more Love.

And the Bourbon, it didn't fight back this time.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Ode To The Olive

I've been feeling a little blue the last couple of days, so I thought I might reminisce on a happy memory. Maybe that will lift my spirits.

When I was little, I was my dad's little shadow--if he sat down to watch the news, I was right there with him. If he was working on a project, I would hold the tools. If he had a snack of sardines and buttermilk, so did I. Sardines or olives. I ate anything that he ate.

Yeah, gross. I don't know when that particular behavior of mine stopped. Probably around the time I realized I had taste buds, and that my taste buds liked sugar more than salt. But a short time ago, I had some sort of antipasto salad with olives. And guess what I learned? I love olives.

So now when I visit, not only will I drink all his coffee, I'll be eating all his olives. Love you, Dad.