Kidnapped

Hang on to your britches guys, I was kidnapped this weekend! No not by mean people, but by my own Mommy and Dee Dee. You see we were having our usual day at the pool on Sunday when we ran out of Crystal Light for Margaritas! (Eeek) Tragic right? That's what we thought too.

Dee Dee decided that we were going to travel to the General Store in Shelby Forest to check and see if they had some Crystal Light. Unfortunately, they did not have what we needed but little did I know this would only be the first stop on our little adventure.

After traveling quite a ways from the store we stopped at the boat ramp there by the river. I am always in awe of how pretty and peaceful those brown muddy waters are. While standing there over-looking a beautiful scene I decided to find my Rudy a rock to mark his resting place. I found one that took quite a bit of effort to retrieve. Victory was ours! I got my rock.

After leaving there, it was off to find some elusive lake that Dee Dee partied at when she was in high school. I was beginning to get car sick in the back seat of her SUV as she speed over hills and down through woods while constantly looking from side to side. All I could see out of my window was a very steep cliff with nothing but trees and no civilization in sight. Oh Lord. We finally reached what actually ended up being a gorgeous lake in the forest and walked around. All three of us decided it would be the perfect spot for a blanket and a book or in Dee Dee's case an audio book. ( ;) love you) I didn't even want to go on this trip but it ended up being really neat to just travel on such a pretty day that was almost too cold for the pool. Believe it or not, we ran into my great uncle and aunt while we were there. Crazy, right? Doesn't matter where we go, we run into someone we know.

I love spontaneous trips especially when we three get together. Never know what we will get into. So I didn't want to go and was basically forced at the promise of a brownie at the end of it, which was wonderful by the way. So getting kidnapped wasn't so bad.

Until next time, savor those moments that are special in their own way

Rudy Lyn Williamson

I am going to try and keep this short, but forgive me if I get a little carried away. In the last blog entry, I mentioned that something sad happened to me on the Friday before my birthday and now I believe I am ready to explain.

After 14 years of loyalty, sweetness, and just plain ole cute, my dog is no longer with us. Rudy was the most amazing little Shit Tzu anyone could ever have asked for. He was my baby.

He was very old and very sick so I am sure that he is now thankful to no longer be in pain, but the wake of his loss has devastated our family. He will be deeply missed by all who ever knew him.

I also want to thank all of you who called and reached out to me at this time, knowing and understanding just how difficult dealing with this loss has been for me. Without all of you I don't know how I could have stood it. I did take him to the vet and had him put down. I remained in the room until the end along with my Daddy and I have to say that it ranks way up there on my list of hardest things I have ever endured in my entire life. The guilt of having to make the final decision has chewed me up inside and I have to turn to prayer. Taylor, who is only 6 years old, didn't take the news in stride like we all had hoped. She asked me on the way home if Rudy was in heaven. My response was an instant, "YES". On the other hand, I have had to do some soul searching on this one. I think that I have decided that God has a place for the animals in heaven. I don't care if it is actually true or not, but this is the brand of doggy religion that I am buying into these days.

For everyone that knew Rudy, or knew how special he was to me and my entire family, keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we try hard to navigate through life without our Rudy. My Dad, bless his heart, is still trying to adjust to the break in his routine. So, I know this blog wasn't what my Dad thought that it would be, a tribute. Rudy deserves a tribute, don't get me wrong, but I don't think that I could even begin to describe how incredible a puppy he was or how he transformed our lives. Rudy, we love you and we will continue to miss you so very much.

Until next time, Again keep us in your thoughts and prayers.

Happy 25th Birthday to Me

Today at 11:06 am I will turn 25 years old! I am having a hard time this morning thinking about how young and grown up that sounds all at the same time. If I feel that way, I wonder how my parents feel having a kid that has grown up to be 25. I do not have a lot to report this morning. I have been awake since about 5am. No actually it was 5:23 am exactly when I rolled over this morning and realized that it was this birthday that I have been excited about and dreading for a year now. I wanted to have so much to report by the time I reached this age, but sadly no such luck. Or do I?

Yesterday after noon while driving to Drummonds, I was talking to a long time friend of mine Jullay and she reminded me about how blessed I am. I get on this blog and out in the real world sometimes and talk about what I don't have and forget about what I do have. She expressed about how jealous she has always been about the close knit connection that I have with my family. It just stopped me, cold. I am so very blessed with this family that often is a source of entertainment for me, friends, and blog entries. Yesterday was a pretty tough day for me and they were there for me. They have all called and texted to tell me how sympathetic they were for my situation. What situation you ask? It will be explained in a blog to follow. I can't write about it today because it is my birthday and I am attempting not to cry. Back on topic, I really did want to say thank you and I love you guys from the bottom of my heart. I love my family even if I do get angry and make fun of them sometimes.

So, Happy Birthday to me today. I do have some great plans planned for tonight. Big and I have reservations for a wonderful meal. Before the formal celebration begins, we are going to have girls day at the pool today. Lord knows that I am in need for a drink. Family, this one is a thank you note from Meggie on my birthday. I love you and will never forget why I do.

To my Mom and Dad today: I love you and I know you love me. This day in the history of our lives is a special day as well as several other days, but this one is my day. Thank you guys for being amazing parents that taught me about values, loyalty, generosity, strength, and compassion. I could not have better roles models and would never trade that. I love the two of you so very much.

Until next time, Happy 25th Birthday to Me today, and it didn't feel as bad as I thought it would.

Fun, But Not Too Much

We are nearing the end of the most recent audio book which is "The Time Traveler's Wife" and I have to say that I loved it, but I am reluctant to go and see the movie because it may be a tear jerker. Kyla and I both have become so enveloped with the story that we are almost sad that it will end soon and I suppose we will quickly have to replace it with something else. It has been very good though and I would certainly recommend it to anybody. This week and weekend wasn't all that eventful for me, but I did have some to report.

Mom, Dee Dee, and I went out to the fish fry at Mirimichi on Friday night. For those of you out there that have no idea what I am talking about, Mirimichi is a very nice, newly made-over golf course that Justin Timberlake re-did and now owns and operates. It used to be Big Creek golf course which is where he learned to play golf as a young kid, so when it was put up for sale he quickly felt sentimental. He has turned what was just a couple of golf holes into the beginnings of a beautiful resort. We were completely overwhelmed and awed by how pretty everything was in comparison from what it used to be. A couple of beers and good friends made for a great time out at the fish fry. New location for Girl's Night? Possibly. If you have a chance, please get out there and take a quick look and bring your golf clubs if you can play. It was wonderful.

Pool time was entertaining as it normally is and we drank as we normally do, but this weekend I broke a float! Can you believe that? So Saturday night after dinner with Big we had to run to Target so that I could replace that one that had a blow out. Going to Target with Big always helps me connect to my inner child because it brings his out and into the open. He loves toys!!! One of these days he will make one of those great Daddies that really enjoys playing with his kiddos and this makes me fall even harder when I think of it. All of the Transformers, GI Joe's, Star Wars and Hot Wheels are just almost too tempting for him. His nephew is almost at that age where those are what he wants, but Grey is far away from being there. He does have a toy box in every single room in our house, but for right now they are sweet little singing toys, not the angry looking figurines that we were looking at. Nothing makes him happier than to remember the ease and simplicity of his childhood, so I enjoy just watching him relive a happy time.
I told you guys it wasn't a very crazy weekend, but I have to say that it has been nice just not doing much of nothing.
Until next time, go see The Time Traveler's Wife because I have a suspicion that it will be great.

Friday Funny

SAD NEWS...
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma
complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities
turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack,
the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain
Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man
who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show
business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not
considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked
schemes. Despite being a little flakey at times, he still was a crusty old
man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough,
Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also
survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion
and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who may
be having a crumby day and kneads a lift

Morning Shoe Routine

In the spirit of the title of this blog: I want to tell you a story about shoes today. Every morning I get out of bed, shower, dress, and then go out side to meet the world for the day. Of course, this sounds so sweet and nice but really it's so difficult for me to complete most of these tasks and be at work on time. Unless I have spent the night with Big, I normally arrive at work late which is bad I know. My Mom scolds me almost every day about it.

Anyways, the routine changes a bit when I get ready over at Big's house due to getting up before the sun with a morning person and a black Labrador that is insistent on no one leaving him in the backyard for the day. I know that I have written many blogs about Tuckie that portrayed him as being mischievous or bull headed, and he is those things, but he is also very intelligent sometimes even more so than we would like. Funny how we humans get into a routine and don't realize that we are also projecting this onto the animals around us. He eats at the same time every night and if you don't have food in that bowl he will stand in there until you get up to feed him. He knows the difference in a Wal-Mart sack and a Target sack. Let me explain this: When we go to Wal-Mart it is normally for just groceries, but when we go to Target a rawhide bone almost always accompanies us home. When you come in the door with the sack he will stand there until all of the contents are emptied so that he can survey them and retrieve the thing he loves most in this world, a bone.

So that being said, this morning Big didn't have to go in to work and it was just me having to get up and go into work. Unfortunately, I was being teased a bit about having to go work while they could do nothing all day long without me. Ugh. When I was getting my shoes out to put them on, Tucker, decided quickly that he wasn't having it. So the tug of war began with a little bit of pushing and rubbing up against me. Then when I lifted my foot off the floor with my tennis shoe in my hand the puppy tried to take it away from me while Big and I laughed. After this was unsuccessful only because he couldn't take it from me, but not otherwise because I still only had one shoe on, I was hopping in an attempt to trick him. It didn't work. With a black blur he was between my legs trying so hard to prevent me from leaving him. I laughed so hard that I thought I would cry and then he turned to his left which almost sent me flying through the air and onto the floor. Big yelled from the office for him to stop between laughing fits because he had witnessed this entire escapade. I finally got the shoe on and then Tuckie was defeated so he ran into the office to check Big's feet for socks and shoes. To his delight, Big didn't have either of those things on his feet and so the dog knew that he wouldn't be completely alone today.
My poor tennis shoes have almost been a victim to Tucker on several occasions. He is just so sweet but so smart. I have to say I really love that puppy and I can't remember what we did before. I imagine we were bored or possibly empty but for now he is the main topic of our conversations these days. Love you Tuck~Tuck.
Until next time, have a wonderful day and love your puppies because they are our best friends

Throw Me a Bone

I've been sitting here thinking about what I want to say because I am out of sorts today. I can not understand life in general sometimes and why we all have to trudge through murky mud until we can achieve happiness. Why is this so dang hard for me to be content with just me? Who knows. But I am really sick of lusting after other people's lives and wondering when mine will ever develop.
I am constantly talking about how wonderful he is. And he is. So why is it that we can't seem to get on and remain on the same brain wave? If anyone knows why any man does what he does please just text me, email me, call me, or send me a letter because I am totally lost. If have been accused of self-fulfilling prophecy here lately and maybe that is true but I am wore slap out these days. I want to settle down or at least feel settled and normal. I want to have companionship that is everlasting. Truthfully, I wonder if it is all imaginary. Married people don't seem all that happy to me these days, but Big and I are happy when we are together. I suppose all marriages and relationships start off that way. Euphoric afternoons that accompany perfectly pleasant dates are all that consumes your mind when it is new and fresh. So what happens two years in when you are still stuck in a rut? I have no idea. I can't seem to live without him and I am scared to continue living with him. It hurts that he just seems to be satisfied with rowing this boat right along on it's present course, but what am I to do? If anyone has any sort of guess as to what is the right thing to do, please by any means, contact me and give my an ear full. I do love him more than I have anyone in many years, but now I am just building walls around my heart. Brick by brick he gets further and further away from me, while at the same time the more minutes I spend with him the more wrapped around his pinkie finger I feel. Love Stinks sometimes and it's wonderful other times. I just wish there was a road map to this journey. Don't we all though, ladies. It's all good and I am sure tomorrow I will wake up refreshed and over it, but today I just don't get men and I don't think I ever will.
Until next time, could somebody please just throw me a bone....

Stay In Touch

I hate to admit it, but I have bought into the information super highway by way of having a Myspace page, a Facebook, and even a Twitter account that I constantly check. What would we do without our constant ways of keeping up with all of our confidants? Who knows. We pretend that this is our way of keeping in contact and for the most part it is. I comfort myself with that thought. How else would I keep up with all of my friends from high school and their growing families and adult accomplishments? So I labored under the assumption that this is just how we communicate these days and that I am very "in touch" with my friends, until today.
Yesterday, I made a "comment" on Facebook to a friend of mine about her status update. It said something like, " I just couldn't get any sleep last night". She was just recently married and her honeymoon was over just a few weeks ago so I assumed that the newly-wed syndrome was keeping her awake. So I cracked a little joke in the comment box about how she should control her new hubby long enough to get some sleep. I have known her for some time and I wasn't worried that she would find it offensive. Knowing her, she would have gotten a really good laugh out of it.
Today I received a text with an inbox message from my friend. (Yes Facebook and Twitter notifies me every time I get a hit on them because I am, for sure, addicted) In her message she starts off with, "I guess you hadn't heard". I should have known I was in trouble right then. You guessed it. They are going to get divorced after just a few weeks of marriage. Of course I was shocked and saddened by the news thinking how terrible it must be to think that this is the guy for you only to have him severely disappoint you and then in turn divorce ensues. She explained a bit of the issue in the message knowing that if she didn't that I would certainly write her back to ask. Instantly I wrote her back telling her just how much of an ass I felt like by writing the joke and she responded back stating that she didn't mind because I didn't know. She did assume that we all knew because of the information that is posted day after day on our Facebook pages, so she was the one that was shocked when I had no idea of her current dilemma. Moral of the story is, don't assume anything, because, as they used to say, it definitely makes an ASS out of U and ME.
Until next time, Stay in touch for REAL.

"Break a Leg".... or not

It's only Tuesday now, but it feels like it should already be Friday. What the crap? This week is slowly creeping by without any hope of speeding up. I had to be here around 7am this morning due to patients awaiting my arrival, and I ain't going to lie I am quite sleepy.
After a trial and error process that lasted for an hour, Big and I decided that Tucker has somehow hurt the middle joint in his front left leg. He keeps limping around the house, however, he has yet to yelp or cry in any way. Big kept saying that he was a big boy because he wasn't complaining at all about it other than favoring it by lifting it or not laying on it. If it isn't better by morning I am sure he will be taking a car ride over to the vet to make sure that he isn't seriously injured. We watched him like a hawk last night to try and keep him from jumping hard off of things or running. Mostly we were unsuccessful with this particular mission though. He has a mind of his own.
Not a whole lot to report today other than that. I know that I have been trying very hard to keep to this diet or eating change that I am going through. I don't see major results yet, but I have gotten my first compliment from an outside source. It's tough and easy at the same time to eat better. I feel better about it and I think I even just feel better in general. I did cheat a bit last night when Big and I decided to have some Taco Bell though. I figured since I didn't do bad at all the entire weekend, other than some Margaritas, that I could have a taco or two. Anyways, I am back on track this morning and trying to just get up and get moving.
Until next time, keep your fingers crossed for Tucker.