Other people I cherish make me smile and laugh in text, on the phone, or through email.
The amount of laughter in my life amazes me. I'm surrounded by it, and I am so beyond happy that some times it scares me.
Blessings, I has them.
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Tonight we had to say goodbye to you. I hope you know how much we loved you and how much you'll be missed. I believe all dogs go to heaven, and that you'll be there waiting for us, healthy and whole and happy. We'll miss that pointy, cold nose telling us "it's the pet the Gina time now!" and we'll miss you dragging grass clippings in.
We love you, old sweet baby girl.
Mom, Step-Mom, Dad and Step-Dad.
Please take care of a medium-sized shepherd mix that showed up last night. She's a sweet old lady. Please tell her how much we love her and how much she'll be missed. She'll understand you better. Please tell her we didn't let her go because we didn't want her to be with us any more, but because we didn't want her to hurt anymore. Please...just...tell her we love her and we miss her. And and tell the saints that really, it's "pet the Gina time now."
And all is better in his world. He's busy, warm and dry, and really, that's all I can ask for.
Evidently, this was a "So, no one's dead, RIGHT?" call, because he logged on to USAA this morning and saw that I'd used the roadside assistance. It's labelled as "Towing," no matter what you use it for. I had to have a PopALock guy come out, because I'm a dingaling and locked my keys in the truck. Yes, staggeringly blonde. Seriously, though, I cannot figure out how they ended up behind the driver's seat. *croggle*
I'm adjusting to him being gone, although his side of the bed is still awfully empty. Moose and Moxie just aren't the same, even if the Dane does outweigh John. I mean, John doesn't snore, and well...Moose does. Not really loud, but enough to make me realize that he's *not* John. (You know, I think I'm really terribly grateful for this. I just...yeah. Not GOING THERE.)
The dogs all woke me up at 0345 with "OMG, MOM! GOTTA GO NOW!!!!!!!!" Which is better than them NOT waking me up, so I'm okay with that. Moxie has been having some problems with remembering her housetraining, but that seems to be getting better. I caught her squattng yesterday and interrupted it, then gently grabbed her collar and led her outside, and that seems to have jogged her memory that she's *supposed* to pee outside.
Also, since reading I has a sweet potato the dogs have all taken to telling me they've been badly raised. By people who STARVED them. Or IGNORED them. Depends on the dog. But mostly, it's starving. I did find something funny yesterday. Gina is...rarely a couch dog. She'll get up on it, if she REALLY wants petting and you're just not cooperating, but I've never seen her up on the couch to just hang out and sleep. I forgot something in the house yesterday, and had to run back inside, and as I passed through the living room, she stood up on the couch, like I'd woken her up, and looked like she'd gotten caught with her paw in the cookie jar. Hell, like she'd gotten caught spelunking in the cookie jar. I just patted her on the head, told her she was a good girl, and zoomed back out the door. However, GINA ON THE COUCH FTW!!!! As far as I'd been able to tell, the only vice Gina really had is not wanting to be brushed. Now I know she sneaks on to the couch. YAY! That makes me feel better for some reason.
I think I'm going to start doing frozen kongs for the doggehs, since they are left alone for a long time during the day. I'll have to adjust Lardbutt (AKA Moxie) when it comes time to feed, but if I can at least give them something nummy to think about during the day, it'll help the time pass. :-) Also, as weird as it sounds, I'm probably going to try this CD: Through a Dog's Ear. Maybe a bit woo-woo, but anything to help the puppehs through the day is good in my book. :-)
I think that's all for right now.
I'm sorry for the confusion regarding the forgiveness post. In the Orthodox Church, the Sunday before the start of Great Lent is "Forgiveness Sunday," when we ask those we have offended in this year to forgive us our transgressions. I usually do it on LJ because, well, it's my largest social outlet, pretty much.
I also am simply amazed at my life. Yeah, things aren't always the best, sometimes I fall and don't remember to look up to see my blessings, but seriously? My life is incredible.
I have a wonderful marriage and romantic life. I am surrounded by love and affection at every turn, even when I wonder why.
I have a job I adore and I am lucky enough to still be employed.
I am involved with a hobby that allows my inner geek out to play, and surrounds me with more open-hearted friends than I know what to do with. (I'm looking at you,selenite,celticdragonfly , andliamstliam andfieryredhead, and cenliamgordon, and...damn...pretty much ALL the SCAdians on my f-list....and speaking of SCAdians and lists...spikywheel, did my package ever get to you? I've had a spate of screwy mail recently and I wanted to make sure your giftie didn't get caught up in it.) The SCA lets me revel in my love of pomp and circumstance and allows me to help others without people wondering what the hell I want.
God has truly graced me with so many good things and I am constantly in awe of the things He deems fit to bestow upon me.
Still sick. Getting better, but still sick. Getting my flu shot (mist) on top of a horrible cold was not, rpt, not the best thing, but I'll survive. My sinuses have decided that they're not making up their mind as to whether they'll be filled with goo or not, and so, I go through intermittent headachey periods where I'm *sure* my head will explode, but it never does.
Somehow, that's vaguely disappointing. ;-)
Erm. Starting with Monday, since that was the start of my workweek!
Monday- Work. Work was. Work is. Work will be, thank God. In days when I know a lot of folx who are in danger of losing their job, I am profoundly grateful for mine.
Also, beginner fighter practice. Although I did not fully armor up (see preceding note about sinuses and feeling like the south end of a north-bound mule) I did get to swing a stick a bit, and I haven't lost quite as much as I fear. I'm still struggling to clean up and actually land my offside shots correctly, but that will come in time.
Because I was not armored up, I was somewhat exempt from the Circle of Death, and while I did not fight, I did get a chance to put stick on armored fighters. Basically, unarmored fighters get five swings at the armored fighters (and no, the up-armored guys do NOT get to swing back, Ioannes!).
I managed to land two good shots in my matches, and killed Ioannes (John) but I think I also killed Abel. Well, I got to whack upon Ioannes' legs, but that's because he reminded me in the middle of it to quit throwing the same damn shot and...oh...go low. You know, where there was no armor!
Go me! That was awesome.
Tuesday- We attempted to get a Christmas tree. It did not happen because of the weather. So, we returned the house, sans tree.
Wednesday- I met with cenliamgordon at the local Home Depot and we picked up a lovely noble fir. Sadly, because of a soldier being a jackass, John could not join us for the ritual holding of the tree, but he is pleased with the tree we picked, and he helped put it in the uber-stand. (Between the two of us, it's still crooked. Oh well.)
Liam's munchkins got to hang the first ornaments on it, because we didn't get it early enought to decorate it while they were at out house. :-( But they enjoyed hanging their ornament on it, and they'll be excited when they come back next week.
Today- I got up, the dog grumped at me for waking her up and then got up and went to sleep with Liam. She's a total cuddle-bug in the morning, and will cheerfully leave our bed to go find another warm body to snuggle with. I grabbed a cuppa, put on my face and headed out. Traffic was light, and so...I made it in to work.
Now, I have to work on a PP briefing on dealing with media for this weekend's annual briefing spree. Yay.
Just over a week and a half until my birfday!
Ioannes and Helena Dalassene, Liam Gordon and The Fighting Company of Hells Gate would like to invite you to Beer, Bruises and Barbeque on Dec. 20, 2008 in Jarrell, Texas.
Although it's close to the holiday, we're holding fighter practice and a housewarming party, as well as a chance to lay stick on a Soldier on R&R from Iraq (at his request!).
Our front and back yards are big enough to go a few rounds before enjoying some cold beer and hot food with friends. Please join us!
Where: Helena, Ioannes and Liam's place. Email me for directions!
Why: It's a chance to get some stick time, have some adult beverages, and some good food. Children are welcome!
When: 20 Dec 2008 at 12 pm, but feel free to show up later!
Please let us know if you can make it, and whether you can contribute to Beer or Barbeque. (We're all expectiing to contribute to Bruises!)