To the women who have carried me

Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.

BUT........ Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end.

Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you.

Or come in and carry you out.

Rough go of it

Sorry again for the lack of posts. I have several things about which I would like to post, but I just can't seem to find the energy. The waves are hitting again and I find myself dragging through each day with my only thought being when I can get back in bed. I don't know what's wrong with me. So I assume one day this will pass. Until then, please satisfy yourself knowing that I'm just doing the best I can. Really. I am.

Anniversary

Three years ago today...

My father gave me away, barefoot and pregnant, to the most wonderful man ever.

Tonight there was chocolate cake, because any of you who know the hubby know that he wouldn't have considered it a celebration without chocolate cake. There was Bluegrass Beatles because it was "our" favorite. Munchkin made Daddy a foam card. You can catch pics of all the action on my facebook page. After she goes to bed I'll be writing a note for him in an anniversary card.

This morning I heard this song on the radio. It had no business being played on the station I listen to. I can only conclude it was a message from him. Sums up my feelings pretty well.

Our song and our movie

PT Update

A friend just asked me recently how my physical therapy was going. This made me realize that I hadn't posted about it recently.

Things are going well. I've been working on my lower back and am hopeful that I'll be released from that portion of PT in the next couple of months.

However, I got bad news the other day. Since my neck has been acting up since the accident, my physical therapist decided we were going to have to start working on it.

*Cue scary music.*

IN THIS!

I'm claustrophobic people. This sucks. They strap you in like you're going on a flight to the moon. I've been in it once. It was not a pretty sight.

Emily has suggested that next time I'm in it I should imagine her there playing with the wheels and saying "Argh, matey."

You know...that just might work.

Emily's the best

Here's what Emily sent me for Christmas. They're the most beautiful pearls ever. A matching set of earrings, bracelet, and necklace. They're weighty, wonderful, and cobalt blue. I love them. I was going to wear them today and then the weather didn't cooperate. Perhaps tomorrow.

Emily's so sweet, she even sent something for the munchkin. It's the cutest little bracelet. She loves it too. We're working on teaching her not to pull it too hard.

My scarf

I so infrequently make something for myself that when I saw this scarf pattern, I had to make myself one. I chose purple...big surprise. It's Vanna's Choice in Purple Mist. I love it and wear it all the time. I get lots of compliments on it.

Christmas gifts

So I'm a little late on the posting. Oh well. It happens. What you're looking at is a scarf that I made for my friend Emily that is living in Shanghai. The colorway is Cherry Chip. It's done from this pattern. I had made one for myself and loved how it turned out so much that when I suggested to Emily that I make her a scarf, I decided to use the pattern. Now Mom wants one.

While I was working on the scarf, Emily requested a hat to go with it. I'd never made a hat before, but told her I would give it a shot. Here's the result. This pattern works up surprisingly quickly and is so cute.

See, even Scarlett approves!

Memories

I'd do it all again. And I can't imagine what I do now. Thank you for the best 3 1/2 years, Bear.

*Additional Note*

Ron was often mistaken for Kenny Rogers. Mom even commented on it the first time she met him. Kenny Rogers and Hulk Hogan.

He's at it again...

Here's what he left for me today.

Often, when you leave a comment on a blog, you're asked to type in a gibberish word to verify that you're a human leaving a comment, and not a spam bot. Here's what the latest one I got said.

OK, I take the hint.

I've spent some more time making my space my own. For the sake of my sanity, I needed to. My room is looking beautiful and the rest of the house is coming together as well.

And sure, some things are neatly boxed up and put away. And some things...well, they're very much still there.