dog lady and tulips

I did it.
I went crazy taking photos of Delsie and the tulips.
I just may die known as the dog lady with big hair.
I'd be okay with that if it were on my tombstone.
As long as she is buried next me,
Wow- what a digression.
I love this dog.

a taste of the z's

This video of Delsie snoring does not do it justice. But hopefully you will get a glimpse of D dog relaxing in her bed after a hard day of work. Even though her "work" entails snoring under my desk while I am at work! As D is getting older I am getting more nostalgic of moments like these. I love having her in my life and am so thankful she is a part of me- me legs, my heart, my strength....and the list goes on. I know no one is able to truly understand what she means to me but it is my hope that you get a kick out of her "z's" like I do...

i must remember.

I never want to forget the time in my life when I was staring out the window of the hospital for three months and confined to four walls while life seem to pass me by. I never want to forget the tears that flowed down my cheeks as I saw the Adams Street exit after a month and a half at U of M hospital knowing that I was on the road to recovery and returning home.

I am reminded of the "good" moments when I pass by these tulips amongst the weeds at the end of my street. It is a photo in my mind to remind myself that I am breathing. I feel the fresh air, the gentle breeze on my face. Its a reminder that I can eat. I am able to laugh. I can cry when it hurts and knowing tomorrow is a new day. I don't have IV's coming out of both arms and not rushing to the bathroom every two seconds.

I love this photo cuz it reminds me of Gods loyalty in my life. Even in the weeds He grows beautiful tulips- year after year. I never want to forget that so I am thankful that when I see sights like this, I won't forget.

bubble baths...

My doorbell chimes over a 100 different tunes but no one rings it. In my house, you just walk in. I have never heard Delsie bark...I totally lucked out- that isn't always the case with a service dog and my phone is set to one soft beep when someone calls. I choose to live a simple and quiet life. (accompanies the joy of living alone)
With all the peaceful bliss in my life it may seem like a mystery as to why I need to end the evening with a bubble bath in my huge tub. I am sure you have never wondered about my evening ritual or even care to know this random fact but humor me as I vent.
Although my life is not surrounded by chaos, I look forward to the evening as I fill my tub with bubbles and help circulate the blood that this darn chair has taken away from me.
I have found a 'jug" of bubble bath at Wal-Mart for a little over a dollar. But laziness and the cost of gas won out and I 'walked' over to Walgreens. The only option my budget could afford was this BOX of Calgon. This purchase has bothered me on many levels. Seriously, a box?! And this photo- we are in the 2000's, people.
But my biggest disappointment has been the lack of bubbles and the blue haze it creates in the water two seconds after I pour it in the cascading water. I am to cheap to but another jug until I finish this box. Until then, Colgon? Take it away!

...and there's more...

I seriously can not get enough of this. It makes me smile. Hope you are too.

how do i press pause on my life?

one minute I am sweating pool side in eighty degree weather,
the next I am shivering flying to forty degree weather.

how is this possible?
better yet, why do I live in Michigan?

a perfect week.
my bones got warm.

oh, how things change when children are part of your life.
entertainment in a condo in florida with eighteen bodies take on a whole new meaning when my nieces and nephews put on a talent show. despite that i am a drama coach (as kennedy calls me) i am quite proud of their show. my one year old niece, danika, has got the moves! and cole and chase provide the beat.

i know i am biased but it was the best form of entertainment your money can buy and it was even free!

give it to mommy she can do anything!

Truth be known, I have never referred to my mom as "mommy". Not even in my growing up years. That would be odd. I am not saying that those who call their mom, "mommy" are odd, mind you. For me, it doesn't seem right. Just like my dad is dad- never "daddy". I think my dad referred to himself in a conversation with me as "daddy" once and I started laughing and said in question, "Did you just call yourself "daddy"??! He laughed too. But that may be for a later post...

My MOM has deemed the add "just give it to Mikey, he'll eat anything" in a whole new realm. When I moved into my house I had some great ideas and let me stress the word ideas. They quickly fell into the category of wishes that were unattainable as my feeble attempts to execute them failed miserably. One of my many brainstorms I had found on the internet (HCTV?-Jeremy put me onto it) when I was remodeling the bathroom. A sample video showed a shower curtain in which you inserted grommets into a clear liner to display photos. Simple. I traveled to many places to find just the right grommets and shower curtain. It couldn't be that hard. Wrong.

After blaming it on my coordination difficulties due to this darn disability and attempting to pass the buck to two or three innocent friends, I knew that my lack of coordination wasn't the problem. The challenge was recreating this "simple" craft of making a creative shower curtain. I came to the realization that the dollar one that wasn't wide enough and didn't match that I purchased at Bibles For Mexico would suffice. This brainiac idea for a cool shower curtain was a thing of the past- a fleeting idea. That is until my "mommy" showed up this weekend with the project completed. Seriously, my mom can do anything.