Rob would’ve been 64 today. It’s a little odd that I know this, that I still keep track. But I miss him. Really, really miss him.
There are hundreds of things happening I wish I could talk about with him. People I want to introduce to him and him to them. People I know would enjoy his humor, his music, his Robness. And I know he’d enjoy them. First and foremost, I know he and King Arthur would get on like a house afire.
64. How has it been 10 years already? Why does this day continue to hold significance for me? The thing is, even if I DIDN’T think about it, I’d still know it was his birthday.
I’m not sure how I’ll handle the birthdays of other friends who have died this past year, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be just as rough and bring memories flooding back. I know it happens on Mikey’s birthday. This time, though, I’m adding four more friends to the list (2015 was a very rough year deathwise).
So, here’s what I’m going to do…I’m going to have a day of remembering a dear, funny friend who meant the world to me. I’ll celebrate the laughter and the absolutely indelible impression he left on me, and I will take that approach with all the others. That’s all I can do.
With all that’s been going on in my life (family stuff, faire, cat training, etc.), I forgot all about mydomain registration being due. As I’m sure you noticed, we went dark.
I feel so stupid! This isn’t like me to forget these things. I briefly contemplated not renewing at all and hanging up my blogging suit for good. But, after 20 seconds, I realized there was no way I could do without this site.
And so I’m back. Thanks for sticking around while I got my shit together!
Little Dude is 19 now. One-nine. How on earth is this possible? Didn’t I just give birth to this kid?
All I know is he’s the kind of kid any parent would be proud to have. He’s kind, thoughtful, sweet, smart, creative, and funny. I think he was destined to be a gentle soul. I totally won the kid lottery with him.
So much of his life is still ahead of him and I’m looking forward to seeing what comes next.
Freedom is not just another word for nothin’ left to lose. It’s a dream, and a dream worth fighting for. And 239 years ago, it was proclaimed to be worth the risk by brave men who proudly signed their names upon a piece of paper we call the Declaration of Independence. They risked life and limb to give us the freedom we all too often take for granted.
I wish you all a wonderful day, however you choose to spend it!
So, the 16th marked my 13th year of blogging and it was followed by my 49th birthday. I survived both with my usual “ehness”.
Mixed in with that was a party for my Mojo who left Monday for the wilds of Fairbanks, Alaska. Yep, my little girl is off to join her husband at his current post. It’s both wonderful and sad; bittersweet. Which is also how I feel about everything else.
While blogging has mostly been a joy, there have some very sad times. The loss of friends like Rob, Mikey, and Scott has left a major void in the blogosphere. Thankfully, there are still many amazing friends out there and I’d hate to start naming them and miss anyone. Let’s just say y’all know who you are and I am so very grateful you’re a part of my life.
As for being 49, there are times I consider it a freakin’ miracle I’ve made it this far. When I was younger, I certainly did my best to push the limits and short my chances of having a long life. All that changed when Mojo came along. Kids’ll do that. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, those of you who’ve stuck around this long, THANK YOU! And those who’ve decided I’m not their cup of tea, well, I’m pretty sure we’re both better off because of it.
Here’s to making it to Years 14 & 50! Hope you’ll be there when the time comes.
Well it’s a bit less bitch and a lot more hot-melty face in my case. Either way, I sit here in this adequately appointed motel room and wait for the night’s viewing to begin as I have beat all my computer/tablet games enough to warrant a change of pace.
King Arthur’s sister gave him the tablet and I am the only one who really uses it for anything. It’s been a very fun toy to have on hand.
We came down to San Diego early to break bread with my lovely offspring and my mumsy. It was wonderful to be together. We’re calling it early Mother’s Day and happy to have the time available to us.
Now, though, we’re tired and it seems only fair to call it like it is and that is in a resting mood with a dash of semi-frowny face caused by the heat.
Faire may be a hot one this weekend. I’m there regardless, so I have the airconditioner cranked up whilst I recover.
King Arthur isn’t feeling well and is ready for early bed, too. By tomorrow, I hope we’re back to being “healthy-ish” enough for the days that lie ahead.
May you not melt or freeze or otherwise change much due to weather conditions this weekend!
P.S. If The royals give us our new royal baby, please text me! I’m totally counting the minutes until the wee bairn arrives.
I used to be able to do all sorts of silly cut & paste and morphing and such with photos. Remember that? Remember DaGoddess/DrPhil? (It was disturbing, but funny.) Suddenly, I can’t seem to resize a selection and then blend it into another image. Did I forget how or is it a problem with my PaintshopPro? I wish I could figure this shit out because I have an idea in my head and want to make it happen.
Please, dear gods of PaintshopPro, give me the ability to play and create and goof around once again.
Miss Celia is doing much better these days. She still has a problem with her mouth and you can tell it bothers her when she yawns. Otherwise, she’s been doing really well. She’s eating. A lot. And is very vocal when she thinks there might be some food available. Especially chicken. She’s grooming herself more frequently. Her coat looks AMAZING and you can tell she’s putting on some weight because she’s looking more like a red panda than a scrawny cat. She’s playing more. She’s more affectionate. But…
She’s a fart monster.
Whenever she lets one go, she kind of jumps and looks at the spot where she was sitting as if to say, “what the hell was that?” As if she couldn’t have possibly caused that noise. Or the smell. Sometimes it makes her run away. It’s really funny. Except that it stinks. And she has a habit of sitting with her butt angled toward someone’s face. Or she is always swishing her tail toward us. It’s gross, but super funny.
We’re going to take her back in for a recheck to let the vet see how well she’s doing. We’ll also be declining more antibiotics. They wanted her on antibiotics again at the last visit and we declined. Poor thing needed a break from the torture of us shoving the meds down her throat. She HATES that. I mean, she REALLY REALLY HATES IT! Since we stopped the antibiotics she’s been happy and doing everything a cat should do.
We’re coming up on a year of having cats. They’ve changed our lives in wonderful ways. It’s taken them almost this whole year to really settle in and act like they feel they belong here. We didn’t expect them to adjust overnight after living in a shelter their entire lives, but we certainly didn’t think it would take as long as it did. With patience and lots of love, it happened naturally and has been a delight to watch them thrive. I told King Arthur the other day how happy I am that we adopted these two weirdos (including Little Miss Fart Monster) and how much it means to me that we have these furry little friends in our lives. The house feels so much more like a home with them here.
King Arthur’s daughter is pregnant again. I mentioned on Facebook that I’d dreamed she was giving a bath to a baby boy, and then told her about the next day when we got together for dinner. She mentioned she’d just started to bathe Baby Emma in the tub after she started making such a mess in the kitchen sink so I attributed the dream to that. But then she called the next weekend to tell me she realized she hadn’t had a period since Thanksgiving and took a pregnancy test and…TA DA! Preggers. Lady M and Lord R are fantastic parents to Emma; Emma’s a wonderful child and I’m sure their next baby is going to be just as lovely as the first. If they end up with a boy, though, I’m going to have to start paying more attention to my dreams and charging people for my services.
We have a new hummingbird nest on a support leg of the carport next door. It’s closer to the front of the house than the last one and I can see it a little better from the window next to my chair. Mama hummingbird is almost always on her nest. I’m pretty sure she’s the same bird we had last year. She flits off to eat and returns quickly. I’ve taken a few photos of her, but only when she’s not looking because I want her comfy in her nest. I can’t wait to see the babies, though! They are always so adorable.
Just finished a book for my book club. It was wonderful. Tell The Wolves I’m Home is about a young teen girl in 1987 who loses her uncle to AIDS. After his death, the girl must deal with her grief, the discovery of his boyfriend, growing up, and learning what it means to love those around her even though they may have hurt others deeply. I can’t explain it more than that at the moment. I’m still digesting it and collecting my thoughts and feelings. All I can say is check it out for yourself. It’s a good read. Some in the book club weren’t nearly as happy with it, finding some of the characters and behaviors unimaginable. But as someone who grew up in the 80s, it all rang true for me. So, here I am, recommending it to you.
One of the gifts I gave KA for Christmas was 2Cellos music. We’ve been listening to a lot of it lately. The video below is for one of my favorite songs on their In2ition album. Enjoy.
Are you ready for another new year? Are you ready for another six months of trying to remember to write 2015 on things instead of 2014?
It hardly seems possible we’ve burned through another 365 days already. How did this happen? HOW? I don’t remember last year going by so quickly. Perhaps it’s just something that happens as you age. Or maybe it’s simply how it is. Whatever the reason, I’m not quite at the point where I’m pushing 2014 out the door with a smile on my face. I feel like I still have too much left to do.
Whatev. I guess. Maybe. All I know is I’m not ready but it’s going to happen regardless.