Monday, February 28, 2011

Hem your blessings with gratitude, so they don’t unravel…

Thank you all so very much for your kind comments and warm prayers as I traveled on yet another of life’s roads. A road I didn’t think I would be traveling for a long time, the death of my mom.

I will tell you, it was the hardest two weeks of my life.
And I have to say, the next two aren’t looking much easier. 

I am thankful my children were able to come to my side, as well as my beloved CGMan. It always makes me look on in wonder at what a caring family I have. CGMan says it’s all my doing, but I really feel I’ve been blessed by God.

My brother, his wife and their beautiful Ella were with us, as well. It was little Ella who showed us all that life doesn’t really end, when we live on through our grandbabies.

Rather than go back to Texas alone, CGMan brought me to my new home, here in DC. Yesterday, Zoe and Phoebe flew in. Zoe was a little put out by the flight accommodations, as she is used to being right in the middle of the cockpit.

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Even coach would have been better than the kennel in the belly of the plane. They actually did very well and were quite glad to see me. It had been a while. Giving them a hug was another thing my heart sorely needed.

So here we are, in DC, in a cute little house (and I say little because everyone knows everything is bigger in Texas) living a bit Bohemian until our house sells and we can bring out our furniture and stuff (lots of stuff!).

We have wonderful friends who have loaned us a bed, some linens, a small tv and a chair. CGMan is the only one brave enough to sit on the chair:

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Zoe thinks it might be a good idea for us to go to the Lazy Boy store to order our new recliners. She’s not fond of bean bag.

For those of you wondering if we made the move into the city, we did not. We compromised and now have a house in Arlington, which is close enough to everything (even some good stuff within walking distance!) to feel like being in the city, but on a quite cul-de-sac that reminds me of the suburbs. Except for the fire station at the end of the road.

We are very, very close to Arlington Cemetery. A little too far to walk, but we pass it every time we go to the commissary. It never fails to move me.

So there you have it, Dawn’s big, fat life changes.

I would have settled for a big, fat life rut.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Death is the appointment we must all keep, and for which no time is set…

 

Mommy

Ann

Born May 9, 1944

Lived, loved and laughed until

February 21, 2011

 

Love is stronger than death even though it can’t stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries, it cannot separate people from love. It can’t take away our memories, either. In the end, life is stronger than death.

 

I love you, Mommy

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Iron butt, nurse, daughter, chicken soup maker. I wear many hats…

I wanted to let you know, my dear readers, that I will be off the interwebs for a week or so.

My Wow has not been well, so I am going to her.

What’s the use of having an iron butt, if you sit on it when you’re needed? Luckily, I will be flying, rather than driving. Which I would, if it weren’t for all that s-n-o-w between here and there.

I’m sure in my heart that she will be fine in no time, but we wouldn’t say no to any prayers or healing thoughts you should send our way.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Monday musings…

…why does the cookie dough taste so much better than the baked cookie? And if it hasn’t been baked, it has no calories, right? That must be why they put the dough in ice cream, because the dough tastes better and it helps keep down the calories. Sa-weet.

…why do dogs sit at the door, asking to go out into the cold, only to run over and drink the water out of the nasty, dirty, poop filled birdbath rather than the clean water that is right in the nice, warm kitchen?

…why do people mangle our National Anthem by doing that thing where they hang every note and do that up and down thing with their voices?

…don’t even get me started on messing up the words. Okay, too late. Hello! Do not even tell me you, the superstar, who has traveled the world singing in front of billions of people, was nervous. I am totally not buying it. It’s what you do for a living! You were so busy doing that trilly thing with your voice (which wasn’t that good) and making “I’m trying so hard not to fart” faces, that you forgot the words. My BFF in Calgary knows all the words, for crying out loud! My thought is, if you mess up the National Anthem, you should be deported. Oh, what? We can’t deport you, because you were born here? Then you should know the words to YOUR national anthem!!

I think the Glee girl would have rocked it.

…I believe this goes to prove that just because you are a superstar, doesn’t mean you can actually sing.

…CGMan and I call dibs on hosting next year’s Super Bowl party. When we lived in MD, we held it every year, complete with 6 foot sub. Tell me, how can it be a super bowl party without a submarine sandwich the size of an actual submarine?

…oh, and I’ll make cookie dough.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Dear Spring, was it something I said?…

It started innocently enough, if you call below freezing temperatures and colder than Alaska, innocent. I can deal with cold, everyone knows it’s the snow that I don’t like.

Yeah, guess what happened last night?

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In Austin! Again!

Of course, the good people of Texas don’t know how to drive in a “snowstorm” so everything has been closed from schools to government (although, we all know, it doesn’t take much to shut down the government). Not that I mind, it’s snow and I’m not going out in it. As you can see, okay not see, neither is Zoe. Phoebe, on the other hand, has been out running willy nilly through the yard, and then of course, straight into the house with snow all over her big bulldog feet. *sigh*

Not being a snow person, how deep does it have to get before you can use a snow blower named Francisco? I am woefully unprepared.

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