Not angry

An armed burglar broke into our home in the wee hours of Monday morning.  He stole some things very personal to me and he shot at us, but we live to tell the tale.

In talking to my mom she said 'you must be so angry.' I'm not.  I don't know why. In my past when a major event like this happened I would get really emotional...angry.

Maybe I have reached maturity after all these years.  Some people get there later than others. Maybe I have reached a level of peace this past year that I didn't have before.  Whatever it is, I am good with it. 

All I know is I am putting things back together and moving on. Hoping this doesn't ever happen again.

Be safe.

Ten minutes

For 30 days you wonder, worry, imagine, cry, rationalize, remember, encourage, believe, write, and write, and write.

Then it happens...the phone call.

Ten of the greatest minutes ever.  The voice sounds like pure happiness feels.  It is enough until the next time.  I.Am.Relieved.

The hardest part

Haven't blogged in a while.  Haven't felt like it.  I am being a bit selfish.  Emmy left for the military and I am wallowing in the fact that I can't go see her whenever I want.  What is that?  I have always been able to do what I want when I want to.  Now I can't.  I'll get over it and she will come back with new skills and experiences.  But in the meantime, I will continue to shed a tear here and there.  

Soccer runs in her blood

World Cup woes:

Spain v. Netherlands...

Emmy: this guy at the pub asked us if we played soccer.  My friend said she played from 3 til 15.

The guy:  don't get too attached to a team.  It's just for fun.

Emmy to me:  this guy must not have played soccer.  When you lose you feel horrible.  When your team loses you feel horrible. No, no, no...Spain's goalie's mom is probably beating him twice tonight for that shit he pulled. 

Em and I watching the Chile/Australia match...

Me:  I am thinking this game is very one sided (ref calls)

Emmy:  that's how the Spain game started.  They were getting all the calls, then the Netherlands just took a shit on them.

How do you really feel Em?

Proof that kids never learn

Come with me back in time on this Throw-back Thursday:

Emmy is 1 year old and we are in the kitchen.  I tell her the top of the stove is hot, it will hurt you, don't touch it.  What does she do?  She reaches out and touches it.  Off we go to the ER.

Fast forward twenty years.

Emmy is 21.  We just fixed a pizza on a stone.  Michael sets the stone outside to cool off.   Emmy gets ready to go outside.  Michael tells her to be careful the stone is out there and it's hot.  Don't touch it.

What do you think happens?!!!  That's right.

Time for us to receive our Parent of the Year Awards...

All dogs go to Heaven

The next door neighbor's dog died this morning.  She has not been well for a while.  For the last year or so, I gave her water and bones along with a rub during the week.  She was an outside dog so the last two years were really tough on her old body.  She is in a better place now having crossed the Rainbow Bridge to a life of eternal joy where chewees and dog bones grow everywhere like it is a Willy Wonka's  Chocolate factory for dogs.  

I am reminded when our Great Dane Mandy died when I was a teen.  We didn't have her for long, but she was an outstanding member of the family.  I still remember my little brother coming home and sitting next to her body that was wrapped in a blanket in the backyard.  She was buried there.  I often think of her.  She created many memories for me in a short period of time.  I know she too is in Heaven along with Sunshine, Norman, DC, and the other wonderful family pets we have had.  

I hope it is a long time before I have to see another move on.  On days like this, I believe.  Heaven is real.  And like Joe says, Elly's leg awaits her when her time comes many, many years from now when her time comes to cross the bridge. 

That's Hot

Emmy don't touch that it's hot.  Emmy don't touch that it's hot!  Emmy...

Michael get the car...

#tbt