Random Thoughts

  Yesterday I stopped by the drug store looking for some children's Tylenol.  I was comparing store brand to name brand and decided to go cheap.  Identical in their make up with and extra .02 ounces, you can't go wrong.  I walk around the store for a little while wondering if there's any candy I want to buy or if they carry Wild Cherry Diet Pepsi and finally go up to the counter with the bottle of medicine only.  The lady rings me up and before I go she says "I hope your little one feels better soon".   She has no idea how much that meant to me.  I was in Rite Aid.  I normally go to Kinneys.  I'll be going back to Rite Aid more often.

  Tonight I was sitting in the truck waiting for D to finish talking to his friend so we could run into town to buy milk and a lottery ticket.  I'm listening to the radio when the song "Hysteria" by Def Leppard comes on.  I crank it and all of a sudden I'm 17 again, listening to the radio with my friends.  It was so good back then - hanging out, drinking cheap beer, smoking cigarettes and pot, pretending to be cool.  The best part was the making out.  The anticipation of what could happen, the talking about it the next day with your friends.  It's funny how music can transport you like a time machine. 

  When we got into town we were at the gas station when a woman came up to us and asked how to get to the next town.  After we gave her directions D asked me if I knew who she was as I had called her by name.  As I started telling him her story I started tearing up.  The year I turned 17 was the year she lost her 19 year old son.  All those good times I was telling you about in the last paragraph caught up to us in June of that year.  I was in a motorcycle accident (drinking related) and laid up.  Less than two weeks later her son and another boy, both of which I loved very much in their own way, were in a car accident and killed instantly.  Also alcohol related.  She was never the same after that.  Neither was anyone else that knew them.

  My dogs are allowed to get up on the couch now.  We were training them not to, for the last year and a half.  Then we decided, one day for no reason, that we missed them and who cares if you get dog hair on your clothes.  It washes off.  I love the feel of warm dog laying next to me with their head in my lap.  We don't get a lot of company, but we sure do get a lot of love and puppy kisses, and isn't that all that matters?

Little Boy Sick

   Let's start out by saying I have become a "Me-maw" in the last several months to two wonderful kids who haven't had quite a wonderful life.  My daughter has been seeing this guy whose children just came to live with him this summer and I have to say that I've fallen in love with them.  They are so energetic and bright and loving that everytime I spend time with them I want to keep them with me.
   Today the youngest had to have surgery.  He's been complaining the last couple of weeks of stomach pain, off and on.  Today was really bad and I convinced my daughter to take him to the hospital.  Appendicitis.  So the little bugger had surgery.  We didn't get to the hospital before he went in but were there when he got out and I just wanted to hug his pain away!  There's nothing that brings out the love in me like a kid that needs love.  He's ok and sleeping and that's all that matters.
   I'm so proud of my daughter, though.  She's been with him through all of this.  His father wasn't.  In fact I have no idea where his father was through all of this.  All I know is that he was on his way after he got the call that his son was out of surgery.  I'm thankful he had my daughter to lean on even when his own father was awol. 
   I just had to post.

Blogging

   Why do I not feel like blogging?  I even set up a new page where I can post about my scrapbooking and any other crafty stuff I might try.
   I guess I'm a little depressed.  I'm tired and not sleeping well.  I'm not happy with what I'm doing professionally.  My house doesn't feel welcoming when I walk in the door.  I have no decorating skills and my couch is covered with dog hair.
   I have a friend who has stage 3 colon cancer and I feel like crap for complaining.  Then I think, why do I try to make myself into a saint when other people are suffering?  Don't I deserve to feel down once in awhile?  Do I want to?  I think I do sometimes, so that when things do get better I appreciate them.
   I promise that I won't be in a bad mood forever and that I will find something uplifting or just plain nice to blog about in the near future.  Thanks for bearing with me.
   Peace out.