‘ I’ve known my oldest friend since I was 4 years old. If ever there was a case of head over heels blind hero worship that was it. I was 4 and he was 15. From the time we met I was the little tag along shadow to him and his friend Jesse whenever the three of us were at the same place. Actually perhaps it would be more more accurate to describe me as a benign and well loved growth due to the fact that at the age of four I wasn’t anywhere near able to walk and had to be carried if I wasn’t in my chair. I freely admit to the probability that those boys spoiled me to the best of their teenage ability. In return I forgave them anything, including but not limited to, the fact that they spun me around in an office chair until the g force nearly sent me flying and I threw up on them. We’re all grown up now and I’m proud of them beyond measure. Jesse has got his Doctorate in music. A Doctorate! You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard that.
Corey was a medic in the Army for a while and is now a police officer in a small town. He loves his job and because he does I try not to panic every day. Small town or not, police work isn’t exactly hazard free. To him, I will always be his trooper, the girl who broke her legs, narrowly missed breaking her neck and instead of complaining about pain was upset because I was going to miss supper. Three days later I was saying “let’s do that again, minus the flipped cart.” He laughed. We haven’t always been in the same state but we’ve always been there for each other, even if it was only telephone. I have said many times that a lot of my life is unfair . In this case I think I got luckier than I derserve. Those guys are two of my life’s big biggest blessings.
It should be stated for that I have no biological brothers, just one younger sister who I am ridiculously proud of. That having been said I have told people I have had brothers for years, and I never lie about family at least. Most of my brothers are significantly older than me but that there is very little to do with anything. They have always been there for the important things and whenever I needed them come running (sometimes literally). I was there to hold one’s firstborn, I will see two married in the reasonably near future and unfortunately I recently said goodbye to one. I love my siblings with all my heart and this Christmas, when everything is still leaner than anybody likes, all I want for Christmas is a group hug.
In response to this blog post I decided to write this one. I don’t often get the time for uninterrupted writing hence the sometimes sporadic nature of my posting. On the relatively rare occasions I do get a significant amount of time to write I do have company, oftentimes in the form of my eight month old giant of a golden retriever Gideon but when he decides to take a break from being my muse to eat I have Wyatt the Wolf and Hadda the Hippo for company. Both are stuffed toys made by a company based out of Utah called Zoobie. I’m almost 27 and I still have stuff toys, so sue me if my inner child still get a say. These are stuffed toys with purpose. They are meant to be the perfect multifunctional travel companion for children. Yes, they are stuffed toys but, if you undo the Velcro tabs that hold their legs underneath them they flatten out to become the perfect travel size pillow. They even have a zipper compartment with a blanket inside which will cover a child, or a small adult in my case completely. The best car buddy ever in my opinion especially since the blanket stays attached it to the toy. I am a reasonably small person and because I don’t move around like an able-bodied person they really come in handy. If I had to recommend just one toy to get a child for Christmas these are it. They even have little small ones with teething rings for babies.
This month seems to be trying to make up for last month’s craziness. It’s still crazy but at least it’s upbeat and not sad. I never thought I would actually thank someone for having a big mouth and not being able to keep a secret but it appears thanks are in order. If someone had not opened their mouth and told me something that they weren’t necessarily supposed to it is very likely I would have missed out on something. I will admit to being one is a little blindsided because the information came completely out of left field but after I got over 90% of the shock that led to a conversation and who knows where that conversation will cause me to end up but life seems to have just gotten a little more interesting for me. Thanks a lot and no he’s not upset with you for telling on him.
I’ve been meaning to write this for a few days now but have gotten routinely sidetracked. This is one of the few Thanksgivings where a turkey was eaten instead of a ham.Anybody who knows much about our family knows that this almost borders on sacrilege. The other major difference was that I actually got to spend some time with a person who is not either living here and or related to me . It was pleasant to say the least , turkey notwithstanding. That having been said I am well aware that some people reading this know me well enough to automatically start thinking of playing 20 questions. Yes you are entitled, eventually just not right now. I promise you will know when it is okay. This month seems to have been one for unexpected things falling in our laps, both positive and negative. Hopefully the person who decided to walk into my life just is a very important one exited will decide to stay for a while, at least I hope so.
I recently heard Katy Perry’s Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) and burst out laughing. To the best of my knowledge there were never any warrants out for my arrest but every time I’ve stayed at a Days Inn since then I can’t help but smile. Many things have changed in the intervening years but in spite of everything I wouldn’t trade those Fridays for anything. Now for your semi regular dose of Glee fandom.
This line is a prompt only. As far as I’m aware I’m perfectly healthy and will live long past the next decade.
If you only had 10 more years to live, would you do anything differently?
Hell yes. For one thing I would be on the next plane to IstanbulTurkey the second my passport was official. I wouldn’t stay forever but definitely several months and deal with the chewing out about terrorism and Islamic extremist that I would get from my grandma later. I refuse to leave this planet without ever getting a hug from one of the most considerate people I’ve ever met, even if he is halfway across the world. I would definitely not be living in this house much longer I will tell you that for sure. And as much as I hate the cold I would probably go spend a few Christmases in places where they actually have a white Christmason a regular basis. I might actually attempt to get into ice skates again something I had done since kindergarten. I’d go see the original Starry Night, visit Italy and the leaning tower of Pisa .Who knows, maybe that magic fountain really does work?
I never intended to stay for the service last night, apparently life had other plans though and I did. I never intended to speak up either but I did that too. I didn’t cry nearly as much as I originally was afraid I would but it was enough that I didn’t get to say some of what I had planned. When I was little and he and the two other guys used to pick me up off the bus I got asked if they were my older brothers. My answer was “no I should be so lucky.” Being adopted means that your whole life is a testament to the phrase “love is thicker than blood.” That’s what his life and death was, all the people there, ones not tied by legal or blood ties were either his children or siblings as far as his heart was concerned. We should all be so lucky to have that much of our family mourn us. We are all luckier still if we are aware of these ties before we die, everybody should know how important they are to someone’s life. To his daughters, because I’m pretty certain you’ll read this: I watched you grow up, both of you, and as someone else said before me I stand in amazement of the young people you are now and the women you’re growing to be. You are your father’s daughters in all the best ways possible. You girls (and I’m including your mother in this) know how to contact me if you need anything. Remember that you will never be crossing that bridge alone, we are all here to help in any way we possibly can.
I’ll admit today has not been my best day…I’m going to say goodbye to Kurby later and I’m sure I’m gonna cry some but I think I won’t cry half as much as I thought now.This youtube video was posted on face book.
True story One day a son asks his father: “Daddy, will you run the marathon with me?” The father answers yes and both run their first marathon together. One day, the son asks his father if he wants to run the marathon with him again and the father answers yes. They both run the marathon together again. Then one day the son asks his father: “Daddy, will you run the Ironman with me?” (the Ironman is the toughest…it requires a 4km swim, 180km biking and 42km running). The father says yes again. This all sounds easy…but check this video.
Before anyone asks, no, I’m not ok. I will be though. Kurby was never one for tears,I only cried twice today so I think I’m doing ok. He must have decided that the after life had a nasty infestation of Orcs and he JUST COULDN’T sit by and let them stage a coup! Give some good whacks for me.If you can hold the off back up will be there eventually I promise. It’ll take a while but I’ll come running and between us even the Red Names won’t stand a chance.