Sunday, August 17, 2014

Chchchchanges - The Move and Everything Else

I hate change.  

I don't deal with it well.  

I work really hard to manage the stress that it causes but it's just not at all pretty when I need to make a major change.

Throw about TEN major changes at me...all at once and you can find me in the fetal position in my closet.



Thursday, July 17, 2014

That Breeze

Andrew Wyeth's Wind from the Sea

This morning, I packed up five of my monkeys (one was at VBS), a bag of cheesesticks and a pack of grapes into my not-quite-big-enough van and headed to my friend's house for a playdate.  It was one more appointment on my already over-crowded calendar for the week but it had been rescheduled once so, come hell or high fever, we were going.  

Sunday, July 13, 2014

A Little Paradox

Paradox:  a situation, person, or thing that combines contradictory features or qualities.



That definition pretty much describes Tiger to a tee.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

That's It?

A month ago, I attended Miss Kitty's "funeral" (you'll understand the quotation marks later).

I don't think I've really been ready to write about it until now because of the swirling soup of mucked-up emotions inside of me about the whole thing.  But, last night at work, I realized I should probably close this chapter.  As I closed out the registers, I noticed a check in the register drawer.  Miss Kitty always paid with a check and, when I turned to share with my co-worker what I was thinking, she finished my thought, "You're thinking of Miss Kitty.  Me, too."  It's so good to have people in my life who know, who completely understand the paradox it was to help Miss Kitty.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Sally Albright's Home Sweet Home

Because the crazy of summer with six kids home and one of them adjusting to our family wasn't enough (and let's not forget the fun with Miss Kitty's passing because no one except me really knew what was going on!), we have to move!  HAHAHAHAHAHA (sorry, there is no "maniacal laughter" font)!  Our landlord needs to sell the house where we've lived for six years so we're now neck-deep in home-hunting mode when all I want to do is hop a plane to Florida to visit my mom.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

The Final Curtain for Miss Kitty

When I saw my manager's phone number pop up on the caller ID on my cell phone, a fleeting, hopeful thought popped into my head, "Oh, wouldn't it be fan-flippin'-tastic if the store was closed for some reason tonight and I don't have to work my shift?!"  Not even close.  In disbelief, I listened as she relayed a message from a co-worker who had just driven by Miss Kitty's house to witness police cars, a coroner's van and an animal control truck - all with lights flashing like a rave party.