8 posts tagged “life is good”

OK, now this sounds like fun. I would definitely do this as a way to meet a guy. What a great way to meet people who are interested in being silly on occasion. I would love to have "game night" on a regular basis. But, who to invite?

Where singles go to play all sorts of games - CNN.com

http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayofl...

PlayDate offers fun alternative to nightlife scene with board games, video games Timeless Entertainment Concepts runs PlayDate, Paint By Numbers PlayDate offers hula-hoops, musical chairs, Scrabble, Jenga, Pictionary To "not be an adult for one night" is kind of fun, participant says.

I've not been posting. Looks like I'm having a dry spell. It happens and then I usually perk back up.

Things are fine. Ticker is working well on the new med and I don't have the benedryl fog anymore. Mom has good days and bad days. Neighbor is home and thriving with some home health care workers taking primo care of her. Great-nephew turns one next week. I'm guessing we'll go over for the party. Things are humming along at work. I can see the light at the end of the proverbial credit card pay-off tunnel. Africa looms on the horizon. Life is good.

These past few weeks I've been told by different people, "Man, you're having a year." As in, not a good year. And I think, Really?

Thing is, I've had a "year" or two in my past. Painful, debilitating years. I know what a "not good year" can feel like and the moments that have made up this year have been nothing but a blip on the radar.

I hope I am not acting like I'm having a "year" because that's not how I feel inside. Do I talk about what's going on? Do I talk about the stresses and worries? Sure. If I didn't, I'd find myself back in bed. Unable to get out of it without a crane.

Do I dwell on it? I imagine some days I do. I particularly worry about my mom. That's just who I am. Is it controlling my life? Every thought in every moment? No.

Mom is doing ok right now. My heart is not going to explode in my chest. My friend seems to be handling chemo well. Neighbor is back at home and MRSA free.

Life is pretty damn good and I'm glad to be here. Regardless of the "year."

I found out when I got home last night that I'd won $100 for completing an online survey about a local weekly newspaper. Because this is surprise money, I'm going to give it away. Half to a Blog Mom who I think could use a little extra this holiday season and the other half to a local organization that helps the elderly and disabled care for their pets. It's nice to feel like Santa Claus.

That's the kind of day my dog has had.

First I put on her leash, which meant we were going outside!

Then I proceed to walk around the house for 10 more minutes doing stuff. That turned into a hilarious game of the cat chasing the dog leash for me. Not so much for Gigi.

When I let her out the door, she ran down the sidewalk, thinking we were going for a walk. Whoot! Jackpot day!

Instead, I went to the car. Iiiieeeeeeeee! A car ride!

Then we went somewhere we've never been before. A dog park. It's about a 20-30 minute drive, so there was lots of shaking in the interim. Dunno why . . . she loves riding in the car.

Then the long walk to the park from the parking lot. Talk about doggie smell overload!

When we went inside and I took off her leash -- talk about heaven! A new place! No leash! I can go where ever I want!

Um, where do I want to go?

Um, what the hell is that large thing bounding in my direction?

Um, why is it smelling my butt?

Um, mom? PICK ME UP ALREADY!

Poor thing really has no social skills with her own kind. Humans? Now that's a different story. I squatted down with her when the other dogs where hovering to let her know it was ok. I pet them. Pet her. She settled down.

I think she did really well considering the closest dog in size weighed three times what she did. And then there was the Great Dane, whose head probably weighed more than she does.

We walked the loop around the park several times. I'd sit for a while and she'd not wander far away. I'd hoped she would run like a banshee, but no.

After about an hour I can tell she is ready for some air conditioning, so we head to the car and to her favorite store in the whole world: Pet Supplies Plus. They love her to death and always fawn over her and give her treats. She is the queen of all she surveys there.

She got a Greenie for the drive home. I swear that stuff is like doggie crack.

Once we got home, exhaustion set in and she's slept most the day away.

Life is good.

I just passed a small group playing Rock-Paper-Scissors to determine where they were going for lunch.