Lucky Us!

Stan and I recently came into a little extra money. Seems that for the past five years his company has only been paying straight time for overtime and have now upgraded him so he'll receive time and half. They paid him the difference for the past two years and we got the money (or what was left after they took HALF for taxes!) last week.

Yipee! We can fix the cars, get the boys some new shoes and slacks for fall, and maybe take the family out for dinner. Yeah, right ....

First my chair, which is a recliner so that my poor achy joints can have relief, broke. There went some of the money to pay for that. Then the garage door broke and there went another huge chunk. Then the jeep, which I'd estimated would cost $300 to fix wound up costing $1,000!

But, Lucky Us! I feel so blessed. First of all, we had the money to fix the jeep so it's ready for winter and Stan's long drives out to the base in the middle of nowhere. Secondly, the garage door broke with the van outside so we still had it to use while we waited five days for someone to come fix it. And the chair was an easy repair job and we didn't have to buy a new one.

No, we don't have any left to fix the van, but we'll start saving up and Stan has a couple of OT days coming up in October. I feel very blessed, very much like we are being looked after. And when you have so much good happening to you, how can you be upset by the small stuff?

After all .... it's all small stuff, isn't it?

A THOUGHT FOR THE WEEKEND

A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart. He taught me to appreciate the simple things - a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. And as he grew old and achy, he taught me about the optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty.

Josh Grogan
Marley and Me, 2005

For Daisy

March 21, 1996-September 11, 2009

The Marching Band

I don't know if you heard about this or not, but my youngest son Kevin is in the marching band at his high school. They were preparing for the parade at the State Fair and marching through the neighborhoods so they could build up their stamina and learn how to march on streets.

People came out to cheer and to film and applaud them as they went. But three people, THREE, called the district superintendent and complained (about what I can only imagine!) and the superintendent, instead of supporting our children, called off all future practicing in the streets.

It makes me very angry. We talk all the time about wanting our children to be involved in activities that will make them better people and when they do this happens? This is after school, not during babies naptimes, they aren't standing on someone's lawn playing, they are moving down the street. What about a diesel truck or a motorcycle? Do we ban them?

The thing I wonder the most is, if this was an athletic team out galloping down the street (which we have had on our street) would the superintendent have backed down for the sports program? There are other things our children are involved in that need our support as much as sports and we need to step up to the plate and let them know we have their backs.

If you agree with me, write or call the district office of the Falcon District 49 and let them know. We should let the Sand Creek High School Scorpion Marching Band practice.

And by the way... at the State Fair they came in first in their division (5A) and won third place overall. So those naysayers didn't slay them this time!

Jasper Pictures

Pictures of Stan and the boys with Jasper!

The Best Part of Life

Meet Jasper!

We have another new member of the family! We adopted a ten week old Australian Shepherd mix and have named him Jasper. He's a cutie pie, and has already added a lot to our family.


I didn't want to have a home without dogs in it when Daisy leaves us on Friday. It would feel way to lonely and empty. We adopted Max last month, and now Jasper, and it feels complete now to have them with us.

Daisy is really cute about the new additions. She sits regally and puts up with their shenanigans, but you can see she thinks they're annoying. I appreciate her patience. As we fuss over her and give her hugs, walks and treats she seems to eat it all up.

The new puppies won't take her place, but they'll certainly make her passing easier for us.

Getting Ready for Goodbye

This is our last weekend with Daisy. We've finally made the decision to put her down and release her from the discomfort she's been feeling for the last year or so.

It's been hard to arrive at this point. She's a sweet little dog and we're all going to miss her. But her life has really telescoped in on her lately and we were finally able to say that we wanted more for her.

So we're spending a lot of time with her, giving her special treats (eating is her favorite pasttime) and calling off her diet which we imposed on her in an effort to alleviate her pain from arthritis. She can't see, can barely hear, has difficulty walking and falls down a lot. Next Friday she'll be back with Jake, whom we lost March 2007, and was her best friend. She's been a good friend, a good dog and a sweet little companion. She will be missed, but not before we have a week to remember!

A THOUGHT FOR THE WEEKEND

Focus on your goals and don't worry about the obstacles! Obstacles should be viewed as chances to prove we really want to go where we are going.

Book Review: A Thousand Splendid Suns

I just finished an amazing novel. A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS, written by Khaled Hosseini is written with such passion and depth and insight it was amazing to me that a man wrote it. His insight into women's emotions and how they think was truly inspired.

This is the story of two women who live in Afghanistan from the late 1950s until 2007. From vastly different backgrounds, they both wind up in the same place and learn to love and rely on each other in a way neither of them have before.

Reading about the the wars and dissentions, the changes that this lovely country has endured over the years brought tears to my eyes. The women there have gone through so much, put up with such sorrows and indignities that it makes you respect them in such a way as to view them as heroines. I cannot imagine, nor would I pretend to say I know, what their lives have been like and how they have made it through such hardships.

This story, these women, were so real to me that their names and faces swirl around in my mind even though I have put the book down. I find it hard to believe these people don't truly exist.

But the one overriding emotion that gripped me as I read Hosseini's novel was one of gratitude. My heart is so full of thanks that I have been given the opportunities, freedoms and life that I have; that I need not fear for my life or the lives of my children or family. That I can and do have an education, the ability to express my opinion, am able to travel about freely without fear of recrimination, and most of all, that I may feel/believe/think whatever way I wish.

I'm glad I found and read this book. My eyes and heart have been opened and touched.

Friendship