Thankful Thursday

   Today is the first day of November and when I woke up this morning I had a lot going through my head.  Mostly, it was about how thankful I am for many things.  I guess that tends to happen around this time with Thanksgiving hanging around in the air.

   I really do have a lot to be thankful for.  First and foremost, my dad is here and he is getting better every day.  I don't know what I would have done had I lost him.  

   I have my mom who just is amazing and makes me realize how lucky I am to have her in my life.  I don't know a lot of people who have such special relationships with their moms in the fashion that I do, so I know that this is one thing to be very thankful for.

   I have the most amazing bestie a gal could ask for.  She is so loving and giving and always there for me, it makes me just so proud to have her in my life.  I love every part of her and her family.  Her boys have such a huge spot in my heart, it's ridiculous.  I love her honey and her sister and her parents... everything.  She loves me despite my flaws and never faults me for having them. That right there is friendship.

   I also have been blessed with new friendships in my lovely tweeps :) you guys all know who you are.  I love you all, you all make me feel so special and I miss you guys, can't wait till I get a better phone to communicate more.  

   Kim and Cherub have been great long distance snail mail pals.  I am so thankful for that.  XoXo

   I'm thankful for my new job and for CW's new job, I love having him working so close to me.  I'm thankful for us having two working vehicles.  

   I'm thankful for my nephews.  My new nephew, Skyler who was born in February and my older nephew Hayden, his big brother.  I'm thankful for my step-son Christian, he's growing into a fine young man.  I'm thankful for my amazing sister in law Melicia and my brother in laws, Tony and Ian.  My Ma and Pa in Law... Essentially, my family who makes me feel so happy when I'm around them.

   And of course, I'm so thankful for the most amazing husband in the world. Without him, I would be empty.  My life would not be complete, I would not smile as often as I do and I would not have a warm home, I would just live in a cold house.  Marrying my best friend was probably one of the smartest things I could have ever done.

Dogs, Dogs, Do- SQUIRREL!

   Okay, so I know I haven't really been funny lately (if you ever though I was semi funny) I've just been kinda writing mindlessly and quickly for that matter just to say, "hey, I'm still blogging, I'm not a total asshole."  Although, I reread my last blog and was like, WTF was that?  I know I'm pretty incoherent sometimes (I blame bipolar) but it for the most part made like no sense.  This time, I'm going to TRY to stick to making some sort of sense.
   As some people know, I've been spending a lot of time with my dad after his heart surgery because of this, I'm tired as fuck.  HOWEVER, I have been hit by the creative bug.  I have been doing a lot of stuff with graphs and crochet.  I have a shit ton of fun creating.  With this type of crochet I get to also add in another one of my favorite types of art, which is drawing.  CW gets a kick out of seeing things that I draw then crochet.  I just have fun doing it all.  I also like the whole editing as I go.  It's pretty cool to be like, "this doesn't work." erase, then problem solve... I love it.
   I also taught my mom how to make granny squares.  It's pretty cool to watch her do something other than random crochet.  I like her random designs but I also like to see her follow a bit of a pattern.  This shows her how important counting is in crochet.  She's fast too.  I love it.  She reminds me of Ofie in Waking Up in the Land of Glitter by Kathy Cano-Murillo (the speed crochet part, nothing else).  She's not making multi colored granny squares yet, but still, bad ass.
   I've missed my dogs.  I rarely get to see them except for a few hours in the evenings.  Then, they are a bit clingy.  I give them a buncha treats.  CW says they're on diets and I need to stop, "but they're babies!" I retort, "No, they're fat and old."  He says.  He's right, but I miss them and I want them to be happy.
   This morning when I came to pick CW up (I woke up early to be with my dad) Jasper was jumping at the front door trying to get to me but CW wouldn't let him and I stood back and just waiting and my heart broke a little because I wanted to hug him before I left again for another few hours, so CW opened the front door and Jasper was so happy, he made my heart smile.  I was in a good mood for the entire morning.  Not that I don't find my parents' dogs endearing, but they aren't my precious babies.
   In fact, Mischief (the name fit perfectly this morning), my parents' one year old rottie pup dug a huge frickin hole in the back yard and when I looked outside to let them back in and saw half her body in the hole, my jaw dropped.  I went outside and just sat on the bistro set for a few minutes to take it all in and she came up to me with a muddy face (it rained last night) and wiped it all over my maxi dress.  So I went back inside and put on my flip flops and the little brat had the nerve to jump on the back door.  I sighed a bit as I went back out and grabbed a shovel, she usually barks at my mom and fights with my mom whenever my mom grabs a shovel, rake, broom or any kind of yard work tool so I was worried, but I had no problems.  I'm also a little more dominating over Mischief than my mom is, so I guess I can understand why Mischief did nothing.  She did kind of lay in her hole as protest but as I threw dirt in her hole, she moved.  It took a lot of frickin dirt in the damn heat PLUS it was humid today too!  This desert rat is NOT used to humidity.  I covered the hole, stomped it down with the shovel AND my feet.  She looked at me with her big brown eyes filled with sadness and then wanted back inside.  I do NOT feel bad.
   I covered the hole because although it's not my yard, I didn't want my ma to have to deal with it after having to be at work all day.  I'm not always a complete asshole.
   So now I'm home, my furry ones are asleep.  Yes, I gave them a treat when I came in.  My Jasper lays at my feet as I type.  They say his with his breed, once they pick someone, that's the person they are devoted to for life.  I'm lucky he picked me.  Granted, I didn't even want to keep the little shit, he was SO destructive when he was a puppy, he chewed my laptop cord, our front bathroom door, our rugs, our couch, our front bathroom wall... but in the end, he was worth it and I'm glad CW talked me into keeping him.  He completes our family really well.

Where the fuck have I been?

Well, in short, I've been with my dad.  Every day since July 26th.  First we were at the hospital until he was discharged last Tuesday and at my parents' house ever since then.
   You may be asking, why?  Well, my dad had bypass surgery on the 27th and had he not had that surgery, I could have lost him.  We even could have lost him during the surgery.  I write this with tears in my eyes and     snot running down my face because you don't understand... My dad is only 47.  He is one of my best friends.  I love him more than I could even put into words.
   My parents and I have a special relationship that I haven't seen in many families.  Some of my friends freak out at the way I speak to my parents but, it's never been strange to me because as I've said before, my parents are two of my best friends.  I'm lucky to have them.
  See, if I didn't have the parents that I do, I would not be the person I am today.  I know I'm a little fucking nuts and I've got quirks up the ass, but if my parents were not who they are, I don't think I would have even made it this far in life (I'm talking about life, period) because my parents gave me a reason to live.
   Now I have many reasons to live.  I even have a partner in life.
   I knew when I made the decision to move less than 5 minutes away from my parents, it was the right one.  Cuz driving back and forth between houses all day would suck if I lived farther. :)