So much for the light

I'm just now having the energy to post this. The light at the end of the tunnel might not be so bright. Friday was a rough day at work. My employees are not liking their new supervisor and may be planning a walk out. It was like junior high at work. I'm gone at a conference for the next for four day and I'm just hoping that when I come back, I will have a staff to work with. My plan for the next four days, ignore what is happening at work and pray that it works itself out.

Light at the end

I think there might be a light at the end of the tunnel. I have my new employees hired and they are getting trained. Hopefully, they will take some of the work load off my plate and won't have to work so much and so hard.

My energy is gone most of the time but I am hopeful that things will change. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm blessed

I am blessed.

I went to my best friend's mother's funeral today. Although Betty's passing was a blessing for her, as she was in so much pain, it was very sad for everyone else. It was hard watching Betty's husband of 50 years grieve for her.

The funeral really has me thinking about our future. I love Cowboy and I want to grow old with him until the end of our time. I always wanted to be married for 50 years and I'm pretty certain that unless we find the fountain of youth that won't happen. Realistically, we can be married for 30+ years.

I wonder what it will be like in 30 years when we have grown so much as a couple and have become so dependent upon each other. I wonder if I will be able to survive if he goes first. I wonder if my heart can get any more fuller with love for him. I wonder if we will continue to be so committed to each other, that we can help each other through sickness and health. I wonder what it will feel like to see the strong man that I know, become older and weaker.

What I know about today, is that I am blessed. I am blessed to have him in my life and have his love and strength.

I hope that when it comes close to the end, that our love is as strong as Betty and Bud's love.

He's Crazy

Seriously, my Cowboy is crazy. Prompted by the Tiger Wood's scandal, I got a lesson about the difference between a 'sex addict', a 'cock-hound' and a 'nympho'. Really, where does he come up with such things. I think that half the stuff he says, he comes up with off the top of his head and says it so convincingly that people will believe what ever he says because he believes it.

Then the other morning as I was leaving the house, I looked back to wave at him and there he stands in the front door, full monty. Good thing we don't have neighbors across the street.

He's crazy. Gotta love him, but he's crazy.

pillow talk and hand holding sleep

My favorite time of the day is bed time. Not because of sleep but because of the pillow talk and the hand holding.

Cowboy and I go to bed at the same time most nights. When we do, we will just lay there for awhile talking. He is so sweet and says the most endearing things when we are just laying there. I love our time just talking in the dark.

One of my other favorite time of night is when I'm sound asleep and Cowboy reaches over and holds my hand. It makes me feel so connected to him and so loved by him.

Don't get me wrong, I love our sex life and the snuggling that happens in bed, but the pillow talk and hand holding are special to me.

Betty

My best friend called this morning to let me know that her mother passed away today. Betty was a super woman. She was a devout Catholic that raised 5 wonderful children. I was fortunate to be close friends with her two youngest children, Sharon and Carrie.

Sharon and I met in 1984 at college and became instant friends. Over the years, Sharon's family has made me a part of their family. Betty and Bud were always kind, caring and very welcoming of me. I have many fond memories of Betty. I am very sad today.

Although she had been sick for awhile and her passing was a blessing to end her suffering, I am sad.

My poor baby

My poor baby girl was so sick last night. It started about 6p last night when she started throwing up. I about killed myself twice trying to get to the door to let her outside. She was in and out most of the evening but seemed to settle down before we went to bed.

At about 1:30, Cowboy got up because he heard her doing a "tap dance" downstairs. He got up and let her out and then started looking around the house. Poor baby had thrown up and licked it up in the dining room and then threw up in the spare bedroom. Here is the crazy part, she had been eating wood chips (very small ones) from the bottom of the wood box. So her puke smelled like wood, the only saving grace to cleaning up the mess.

So in the middle of the night, I was steam cleaning the carpets. Cowboy was all wound up and didn't handle the situation well. I can tell that if we had kids, I would be the puke cleaner.

Sadie seems to be doing better now. Hopefully, this has passed. I like my sleep and hate steam cleaning the carpets.

My Valentine

My Valentine.

Makes me laugh

Years of friendship

Very much his own person

Always tries to take care of me

Loves to be goofy and spontaneous

Energetic and driven

Noble and good

Takes time to help others

Is caring and considerate

No's what my needs are without me telling him

Ever and always the gentleman

Sexy as all get out.

I love MY VALENTINE....

Re "lax" ing Evening

My poor boy has to have a colonoscopy tomorrow so he started the detox. He's had dulcolax and miralax and has had anything but a relaxing evening. Although he is not sick, he is complaining and whining like sick baby. The good thing about it all is that I have the day off tomorrow. Let pray that his procedure goes well and he's better tomorrow.

Early Valentine's Day

Valentine's came early for me. I had a feeling that my husband was cooking dinner but I came home to much more. Dinner was fixed. A yummy ham, with fresh bread and steamed veggies. For dessert, brownie with ice cream.

Cowboy told me to look for something in the living room and this is what I found.


He couldn't resist giving me chocolates but was trying to be thoughtful about my diet (never mind the above meal). Isn't he funny, Who's your daddy!. He is not very romantic. But sometimes his words, even though they aren't poetic, mean a lot to me. I love my Cowboy.

Cowboy and I went to the farm this weekend to see the parents but mainly to see my nephew play in the 8th grade championship game. He did an awesome job. He scored 11 points and did great. It was fun to watch his team play. I've watched them over the years and they are so much better each year. They went 15-0 this year and have only lost one game in the past two years. It will be a blast to watch them in the next several years.

Below they are receiving the championship plaque. He is second from the left on the first row. I'm so proud of you BooMan.

Bad day with a smile

Blah...blah...blah...skipping the details about my crappy day.

Came home and went to the gym.

Went to Chipotle for dinner. The cashier asked how my day was going so I honestly replied "not good". She asked what was wrong and I said "too many things going on".

She looked at me and said, "I hope this makes your day better. Thank you for coming in." No charge.

There is kindness in the world.

work update

short recap of work lately

- I had one manager quit and one looking for a job.
- I have more work than time to get it done
- I hired a team leader....yeah
- I'm meeting with my boss tomorrow for a reality check about all the work that I'm having to do.

I wish my Cowboy had a real job so I could quit mine and get a job as a Wal-Mart greeter.

Seriously, drinking might be the answer for this one also.

mouse

My mouse on my computer is about ready to drive me to drink alot when I'm on my laptop. It jumps and skips and I never know where my curser will end up. It ends up in the middle of sentences and erases complete paragraphs.

I really think I'm going to drink behind it. It's flippin' crazy.

I've tried to reset my cursor setting but that hasn't seem to change the possessed little shit.

Seriously, drinking is my only option.

Subliminal message

What do you think it says about me that I have not officially changed my name? I did at the driver license bureau but not with social security. Cowboy found out today--not that I was trying to hide the fact. I just haven't made it to the social security office. Maybe that should be a priority.....