My Heart Aches!

I haven't had much time lately to do any blogging. I try to drop in once in awhile to read some blogs but I haven't commented much. I seem to be overwhelmed with all that I have to do around here. I can't seem to make any progress, hard as I try, I seem to be stuck in time. It will be coming up on a year that Pete has died. Where did that year go? It passed me by and I didn't even notice. I just want to move on and I can't make any progress! Well I am trying not to worry about it, and I will continue to take one day at a time. The problem is that time passes quickly! I have had to family reunions

the last two weekends, so that that

took all my time to get anything

accomplished around here. At least I

got out of this house! The photo is of my dog Rocky. It's his birthday! He is 3 years old! Rocky and I shared a little supper and I sang him Happy Birthday! He gave me a sloppy kiss! See how pretty he smiled in the picture! Isn't life grand!! We are really tired now and we are going to bed. Good Night !

Finally a Grandaughter!

Our daughter Sheila is having another baby. A baby girl and I am excited about that. Her dad would have been so happy! Braxton will now have a little sister! Braxton is 3. Shelia's baby is due September 21st, one day after my birthday. In the photo that I posted Sheila is the blonde in the the pink shirt. The other young women is her sister. They are having a baby shower next Sunday for the both of them. It will be fun to buy little girl things for a change!

Hope all you fathers out there are having a Good Fathers Day!

Writers Block

I have been so busy lately that I don't have time to write anything. I don't really have anything of interest to talk about. I think I have led people to believe that I am always negative and can't find positive things to talk about in my life. I really am a positive person and have lots of things to be thankful for. Still I have many issues going on in my life at this time. Perhaps I have used you all to express the frustrations that seem to happen frequently right now in my life. I suppose simply because I don't have anyone else to express these things too. I am trying to discover who I am without my husband. All of my life stories involve my husband. I don't know if I have anything of interest to anyone without the issues that come with losing someone that you love. It's probably a good thing that I have been to busy to write!

Does Good Luck Follow You?

Some people seem to just be born lucky, and then there's people like me! I think that bad luck follows me around, nothing ever comes easy , and everything I seem to try to accomplish lately just turns into one big disaster. My computer was down again, my Norton antivirus expired, and just in one day, the minute the computer was turned on, it was infected with viruses. The computer had to spend a couple of days at the computer hospital, getting rid of the viruses.

You know that I picked out the monument, or headstone for my husbands grave. They are supposed to have it up by memorial weekend. I went to the cemetery to see if they had layed the slab for the monument last weekend. They layed the slab all right but in the wrong place! My hubby is buried next to his dad, then my spot, and a new neighbor will be next to me! They layed the slab on mine and my new neighbor's! It is no where near my husbands grave. I had to visit the monument place and tell them that they goofed up. I don't think they believed me at first, but I checked it 3 times last weekend to make sure I wasn't nuts! Ok, I am nut's, I will admit that! I did have the guy laughing when I said the slab seems to be for me and my neighbor. He didn't get what I meant by that, so I had to explain. The cemetery marked it now with red flags so they will have to move the slab and the mount the monument. They better have it done by memorial weekend or I am going to ask for some money back for their mistakes. My husbands estate has to go through probate and that is a whole other story. It depresses me to just think about it.

I have been busy getting my flower beds ready and bought a ton of flowers today, so I can plant some each night this week. I hope you are all having some luck in your life's.

Experiencing God

My husband Pete was the kind of man that kept his calm through trials. . . he was a very patient person. His heart was seen in the way he cared more about others than himself. Take for instance when he prayed, I asked him , " Pete, do you pray for yourself?" His response was that so many others were praying for him so he thought he should be praying for others. Pete came to know God better during his illness. In fact, rather than getting bitter with God about his illness, Pete got closer to God, accepting Jesus' eternal gift. This quiet man also possessed amazing inner strength and courage. In one of life's irony's during his first battle with cancer he prayed to God, I don't want my kids to ever have cancer--give it to me instead of them, he had four different battles with cancer and we have four kids.

Just to let you know that I have had Internet problems for a month, I would try to read blogs and the Internet would lose connection. Friday I was able to get a new Internet modem, and I am up and running again. I have missed you all.

What Have I Been Doing?

I haven't had much time lately to post or read any blogs. You all know how hard it is to get caught up with reading once you get behind. I had a great trip to Minnesota. The concert was great, and Joe's solo performance was amazing. It was probably about 20 minutes long and the string section was the only other instruments that played with him. He is so talented and I had to say it brought tears to my eyes. He got a standing ovation! He was the only standing ovation, no one else got one and we were all so proud of him. I didn't get pictures because my camera batteries were dead, I had the camera with me but forgot to charge it, as I hadn't used it for awhile.

The picture that you see of the two dogs, is a photo of our first boxer Oscar and our chihuahua Pockets. As I was getting ready for church the Sunday before Easter Pockets started having trouble breathing, within 45 minutes he layed down and died. He was my son Andy's dog. I kept trying to call Andy, as I knew he was dying. Andy finally called me back and he came home to help me with his little dog Pockets. It was a sad day for us and especially for Andy. It just really freaked me out that day. So this is a little tribute for Pockets. He was 13 years old. Oscar the other dog in the photo died at age 3 of lymphoma. He got lymphoma the same time as Pete's last lymphoma came back in 2006.

I have been busy picking out the grave headstone and relieved now that it is done. They should have it up by memorial weekend, which will be nice. I have also been meeting with my banker doing some financial planning with Pete's 401k and Pension. The pension they are still trying to figure that out. I tell you nothing goes smoothly with this stuff. The pension is an old plan and Pete and a couple others are the only ones that have it. They don't have it anymore. They were grandfathered in on the Pension. I suppose they will be trying to get out of paying that!!

I have been doctoring once again. They had me on a higher dose of cholesterol medicine. Before I left for Minnesota I broke out with a rash all over! I stopped taking the medication, thinking that it was causing the rash. After I got back it wasn't going away so I found a day to see the doctor. They didn't think it was from the medicine, but they didn't know what it was from. They are keeping me off the med for awhile till the rash clears. Then I am supposed to take it again and if the rash comes back, we will know it is the medicine. They put me on prednisone and it made me sick. I don't do medicine very well. That is why I never go to the doctor, because once you go, it seems you just keep going. The rash isn't gone quite yet, but I won't take the prednisone. I'll try the med once again, when the rash gets a little better.

I have been very busy with work with some stressful things, so by the time I get home I am dead tired. Hope you have all been well. I hope to have sometime this weekend to catch up and read your blogs.

Oboe Joe

I would like to introduce you to my nephew Joe. He attends the University of Minnesota where he studies the oboe. He will graduate this year. Joe is a talented young musician. Has performed as a soloist with the Minnesota Orchestra, the Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra and the Greater Twin Cities Youth Symphonies.



Joe is currently the Principal Oboe of the Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra. He also plays with the University of Minnesota Symphony Orchestra. He is a member of the West Bank Winds Woodwind Quintet. Joe has a private teaching studio and is co founder and oboe instructor of the 4th Street Music Collective. This is just to name a few of his amazing dedication to music. He has pursed this since he was young and remained dedicated to playing the oboe. He also has a great singing voice and plays the piano well. His love though is the oboe.



Joe has been auditioning at schools for undergraduate school. He auditioned at Julliard and Yale. There was one other but I forgot what school that was. We are all so very proud of Joe and his accomplishments. The good news is in, Joe was accepted to Yale! What a great accomplishment for him.



I taking a road trip with my youngest sister this weekend. I haven't left the state for at least ten years. We are heading up to Minneapolis to hear Joe perform as a soloist with the Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra on Sunday. I will get to see my oldest sister, Joe's mom. My younger sister's daughter and her only grandchild live in St. Paul so we will see them too. They are forecasting snow Friday night and Sat. around here, I will be so disappointed if the weather wrecks our plans. Check this out about Joe's upcoming guest solo.

A Man of Few Words, But a Man With Many Names

My husband Pete was a man of few words. He was quiet and a little bashful. I' m chatty and a bit crazy! They say opposites attract and I think that's true. Well, as you know I have posted some things about my hubby Pete, but that's not his real name. I was introduced to him through a friend of mine that I worked with back in 1985. Pete was a friend of her husbands, she thought Pete was cute, but warned me that he was really quiet especially around people that he didn't know. He was pretty darn cute and a really nice guy but he was quiet and shy. It was like pulling teeth to get him to say much. That got better overtime, but he still wasn't a big talker in big crowds of people he didn't know, he wasn't one to start a conversation with a stranger. Let me explain the man of many names. Pete, not his real name, but that is what I called him. His name is James. Since I was introduced to him and all his friends called him Pete, that is what I called him. So my family and most folks I knew called him Pete. His family and everyone at his workplace knew him as Jim. I dated him for four years before we got married and it was to hard to start calling him Jim. I did however call him Jim on occasion and James if I really wanted his attention. I have confused lots of people when I would refer to him as Pete and then once in a while I would say Jim. People would give me a strange look, like perhaps I had more than one man in my life. The doctor called him Jim, his nurse called him Pete. My poor husband had to answer to lots of names. When he was in the hospital before he passed, I had called my Pastor and told him that they had to put Jim on a ventilator, he was coming to pray with us. My Pastor knew him as Jim. The next time I called my Pastor and told him that we were going to take Pete off the ventilator as soon as all of us had gathered, as the Pastor was coming to be with us when that happened. I was an emotional mess at that time. The Pastor said well ok, but who is Pete? I bet he thought I was either totally gone or I had two men in my life. I think it is funny now, I think back and remember he sounded so puzzled, like he didn't know what to say. Of course I had to give a brief explanation on who Pete was. I think he breathed a sigh of relief!

Previous Post!

I just posted and I have this long empty space before you can get down to the comments. I don't know how to fix it. So if your going to comment you'll have to scroll down through the empty space to comment. How did that happen? I wish I was smart enough to figure it out!



I forgot this important news. The insurance company came through, finally!!

What were you doing 27 years ago on this day?

What were you doing on March 11, 1982? This is me in March of 1982. I am fat and pregnant with my third child. I was 27 years old. Tom and I were poor. We had 2 other children, Seth almost 6 and Emily 3. We lived in a two bedroom apartment in Omaha. Note the awful hairdo! What was I thinking. I had always had long hair and this was the first experiment with short hair. A shag haircut!

This is the early morning of March 11, 1982. I am having my coffee and making a list for my mother-in-law. I am in labor. I am reassuring my oldest son Seth, that mommy is going to the hospital to have our new baby. Those days we didn't know if it was a girl or a boy. He was a little worried about his mommy. Emily was sleeping and Tom went to get his mother to stay with the kids.

This is a lovely photo of me. I spent the morning and a good part of the day in very hard labor. With not much progress they decided to do a Cesarean Section. I was put out and never felt a thing after that! Thank God! Andy was born at 2:46pm. at St. Joseph's Hospital in Omaha, Ne. I spent 5 days at the hospital. I had hemorrhaged into my abdomen overnight, I had to have 3 units of blood the next day, I was on stand by surgery so I never got to eat. Two days later at supper, they brought food to me. Then the doctor came and said Andy had congenital cranial steno sis. He was born without a soft spot on his head and his skull was fused already. This meant that when his brain grew his head would grow long and social pressure would be hard for him. So at age 6 weeks he had surgery on his skull to open the suture line in the skull that would allow his brain to grow and his head to be a normal shape. That is a story to be told another time. I could not eat after that upsetting news.

Andrew is born. He doesn't look to happy. He weighed 10lbs 5 0z. He was one big baby! I did have my one tube tied after this. My babies got bigger every time and I was not going to ever give birth to a 12 pounder!

This is my baby Andrew John, 5 days old getting ready to leave the hospital. He is going home to meet his brother and sister. Andy was a very good baby. I just can't believe that my baby is 27 years old today. Happy Birthday Andy!

Tom and I divorced when Andy was 3 years old. Pete is the only Dad that Andy really knew. Tom has not seen Andy since age 10. He wouldn't know him if they ever ran into each other.

Note: Yesterday, March 10th would have been me and Pete's 20 year anniversary.

I haven't been reading blogs lately, I haven't been feeling well, have been having some cardiac tests this week. I am falling apart all of the sudden. I will try to get caught up with my reading soon. I thought I would do better at posting this month. This is the first one!

Birthday Boys

I have been really bad about finding time to post and read blogs this month. I hope that I can get caught up over the weekend. I took today off to try to make some contacts once again with my hubby's life insurance. Last I heard they were to mail out the check over a week ago last Wed., haven't got it yet! I have trouble catching up with the guy who is supposed to be handling this. First he said he didn't get information sent last Oct. I had my nephew in law call him, he's an attorney, then we started to hear from the insurance guy. We resent the information again. Then he said he didn't have the death certificate, which was sent in October, so we sent another one. This crap is taking a long time. I just want to be finished with it. I am sharing with you a short photoshow of the Birthday Boys. Cain was 12 on Feb. 17th, he belongs to my oldest son. Jacob was 12 on Jan. 28th, he is Seth's girlfriends son. So I have attended a couple of birthday parites for the boys. Jacob is the darker hair, smaller boy and Cain is the bigger boy. So please check out my newest production Birthday Boys!

Junk Mail

I am sure that everyone receives their share of Junk Mail. Call me strange but I like junk mail. Some of it is fun to look at and it certainly is better than bills. I received this in the mail the other day, just an insurance agent marketing for house insurance. I really didn't pay to much attention to it. But just as I was about to throw it away, I noticed the picture of the house on the front with the lovely Magnolia tree in bloom. Well I guess he has been taking photos of houses, because the house of this piece of mail is my little house! I scanned this so I don't know if you will be able to see it that good. Do you like Junk Mail??

Alive and Well, Ok sort of!

My computer is finally fixed. I am way behind on reading blogs and posting for this month. My son took me out for supper last Saturday. We went to Omaha to the Cheesecake factory and we had a nice time. Seth loves to go out to eat and he loves to try new and different things. I feel better today, I had a terrible week. Work stressed me out terribly this week, I had a meltdown. I took a vacation day yesterday, but we had to close anyway due to the snow storm. My boss happened to call me at work on Thursday, that was the day of the meltdown. He called really to touch base on the budget. I had him on the phone so I opened my mouth and let everything flow. He was very encouraging and he told me I am way to hard on myself. I fell like I should be making more progress at work, but it is a tough place with staff who don't follow directives or don't think they need to be accountable. I try not to let work stress me that much and I try to remain calm, but the week just didn't let me do that! Feb. 10th last week was 5 months that my honey passed away. I know that was in the back of my mind. It seems like only a few weeks ago, but 5 months already! It doesn't seem possible. I guess an occasional melt down is ok. He said I don't have as many as the other directors do! After the phone call he said , why don't you just get out of there and go home. It was only a half hour early, so I grab my purse and ran for the door!! I have Monday off , I so need a break from that place!! Hopefully, I can catch up on checking in on all of you! Somebody Loves me, my youngest son and his girlfriend left me an orchid plant, it was nice surprise to wake up to on this Valentine's day.

Marla's M Words

I told my blogging buddy Cathy that she could give me a letter for the Letter Meme, and I got the letter M. So I will do my best to write on 10 things that I love that start with M!

1. Mountains- Who doesn't love the beauty of the mountains. We have no real mountains in Nebraska but Mount Crescent was nearby. Well some of you may not no about this mountain, but that is where Pete took me to learn to ski. It's a ski place, but really just some big hills. My first attempt at skiing was awful. They made artificial snow and when you tried to get to the ski lift it was pure ice and and I couldn't even keep from falling. We some how got to lift and I went down once and refused to go down again. Yes, I was a big baby about it! We did start going to Colorado every winter to ski. It was much easier to learn on real mountains with real snow. I have fond memories of our ski trips and am glad I didn't give up after the awful start at Mount Crescent!

2. Music- I like to listen to music, really all kinds. I am not fond of rap! I love musicals. I do alot of singing. I sing in the shower, in the car, and around the house. I even use my wooden spoon for my pretend microphone. I make up my own words to the tunes of other songs. Yes, my kids say I am crazy but very entertaining. I not a good singer just average. I would never sing solo. I did karaoke one time on a business trip. It was a competition with other states in our company. Our group was singing Taking Care of Business, we were rockin good! We won by the loudest applause! Many of us probably had one drink to many at that time!

3. Magazines- I love magazines. I buy way to many, but I can't help myself. I need to go to Magazine anonymous or something. They call my name when I walk by them, I try hard not to look at them, but they draw me in every time. My favorite of course are cooking magazines, I am obsessed with them!

4. My Mother- I love my mother, she simply the best, better than all the rest! She will be 76 on Feb. 3rd. She has been there for me when I need her always. Her and my dad will be married 59 years in October. I have always admired my mom. She was the youngest of 12 children. Her mother had her when she was 47 years old. My grandmother got Parkinson's and my mom being the youngest had to quit school to care for her mother. Her brothers and sisters are much older were gone and married. My parents were newly married and her parents lived with them. One night mom and dad went out and Grandma went to someone's house for the night, Grandpa stayed home. While they were gone, there was a fire! Grandpa got out in his underwear but the house burned to the ground, they lost everything. Mom had taken off her wedding rings that night because her hands were swollen. Mom said they sifted through the ashes for weeks for her ring, but never found it. Mom had 4 little girls and by this time my Grandma was wheelchair bound, couldn't even talk, or feed herself, or walk. Mom took care of us and her parents. My grandpa never wanted her in a nursing home. Grandpa died first and mom then put her mom in the nursing home. Grandma died 2 weeks later and 24 hours after she went to the nursing home. My mom is a hard worker, she can still work circles around me. She is a great cook and the best baker. I love my mom!

5. Mexican Food- I really like Mexican food. If ever I have a good craving, it is usually Mexican food. And, well, that's all I have to say about that.

6. Memories-- I love memories! I think it is good for your soul to reflect on both your good and bad memories. I am a keeper of stuff, you know, not one to throw stuff out. Well everything holds some kind of a memory and I just can't part with things. That's why my house is filled to the rim with things. I really do need to clear out some of the stuff but I have a hard time with it! When I die my kids are going to have way to much stuff to go through. I know that you should hold memories in your mind and heart. But, I can't help thinking, if my mind goes, I might need the stuff to remind me of the memory!

7. Marriage--I loved marriage and everything about it! The good things and the bad things. I miss not being married. I like having someone around to talk with, laugh with, snuggle with, and to love. Pete and I were soul mates. We did everything together. We were always with each other. We didn't really go anywhere without each other. We were there for each other. And as the vows say Until death do us part!

8. Motherhood- I like being a mother. I don't know what I would do without my kids. There is nothing you will ever do in your life that compares to motherhood. I made lots of mistakes at motherhood. I was a single parent for awhile, I tried hard to be the mom and the dad. I didn't always do the best. My mom would always come and stay with me when I had a baby, to help out for a few days. When I had my third child, Andy she came. Seth was 6, and Emily was 3. The day she was going to leave, I cried like a baby, it was a hormone thing, uncontrollable, I didn't mean to! I said what the heck was I thinking, 3 kids, don't leave me here! Well she left and I survived. My kids have driven me to tears at times, but I love them so very much. I am very close to my children and not all people have that!

9. Mornings- I am not a morning person, meaning that I have never got used to getting up at 5:30 am. I am really crabby in the morning, and it takes me forever to get going. I always told my husband that I am not responsible for what I say early in the morning hours. Once I am up and about, I like the mornings! I like the weekend mornings, in the summer when I can get up early and work in my flowerbeds.

10. Miracles- I love miracles, I believe in miracles. I think that it is a miracle that my husband lived for 13 years fighting and winning 3 bouts of cancer, even though he did not win the 4th bout! It was a God given miracle! He was given time for our children to grow older, he was given time to get to know his grandchildren. He was given time to come to know the Lord! We were given time to love each other a little longer. During this we all learned very valuable life lessons. How to live your life with dignity. To always have hope, to live each day to the fullest and to embrace each new day like its your last!

A Night Out!

I finally got out of the house this weekend. Don't get me wrong, I do get out of the house to work every day and to the grocery store. But Saturday my youngest sister Lynn and her husband Curt took me out for supper. We just stayed in town, because it was snowing and went to the new steak house here in Fremont. We had a nice evening, good food, conversation and some good laughs. I think I really needed that. I have only been out twice since Pete's death in September. I feel like I experienced a moment of freedom. My brother-in-law Curt said after our meal he was going to take me somewhere really special. Well we went to Walmart, now wasn't that special. I really don't like Walmart and that's probably why he said it. They had to pick up a few things, before the took me home. It was a good night! Lynn and Curt have really been great support for me and I love them both dearly. I have many things to post about and some of them will be about my husband. You will just have to bear with me as I journey into a new phase in my life. Thank you all for your support and know that you all bring me comfort and great encouragement. Why pay for a grief counselor when I get all of you for free!! Blessings to all of you!

Missing!

I have the blues tonight, again! I can't seem to shake them! Seems that they come and go quite frequently.
I miss my best friend!
I miss him sitting at the kitchen table when I walk in the door from work.
I miss the pot of coffee he would have waiting for me when I got home from work.
I miss his snoring, I really do!
I miss his scratchy moustache kisses.
I miss his gentleness.
I miss his freezing feet in my bed.
I miss the morning kiss and goodbye, have a good day.
I miss his quiet laughter and his smile.
I miss him teasing me.
I miss not having anyone to be with.
I miss his hugs.
I miss not having him here to care for.
I miss conversations.
I miss being a wife!

Although he lives in my heart, I miss the Love of my Life!!

Check This Out!

I know a young woman who has started a blog. She is very dear to my heart, like a daughter to me. She hasn't had any visitors except me. I thought maybe some of you good people would go visit her and encourage her to continue with this new adventure. Go visit Arlene!

Double Dare

I was reading the news today and I read about the famous I double dare you to lick the pole. So of course this 4th grader licks the pole and it was 10 degrees outside. I had to laugh, not that it is funny to laugh at some one's pain. I was just reminded of a few years back when one evening I received a phone call from the my grandson's mother, and she was panicky. My grandson Cain was sledding and although he wasn't double dared, for some reason he decided to lick the light pole at the sledding hill. He pulled his tongue off but his tongue was bleeding. He thought he needed to come and get Grandma's advice. He was crying when he got here with his tongue bleeding and all skinned off. I held him awhile and got a cool cloth for him to suck on. There isn't much to do except put up with a sore tongue for a few days. I thought that he should go home and take some Tylenol, and stay home from school the next day and eat some soft foods like pudding till his tongue healed. He thought that was a great idea. He did get to stay home for the torment that he put himself through. I asked him why he licked the pole, he said he didn't know why, he just did, but said he would never do that again. It was around Christmas when he did it. A few days later I got a Christmas card from my sister and on the front of the card was the boy from the Christmas Story with his tongue stuck to the pole. It was just funny because my sister didn't know anything about Cain licking the pole. Once and awhile I ask him if he has licked any poles lately, and he smiles and politely answers, No Grandma! When I go to his basketball game on Saturday I am going to be sure to tell him about yet another boy who licked a pole.

Medical Bills

Medical bills, we all have them. I can say that I have had so many over the years that they fit into a small laundry basket. So many I couldn't keep them straight and it would take hours to pay a small bit on all of them. Almost 14 years of struggling with medical bills from Pete's ongoing bouts with cancer. We had good insurance but when treatments are weekly at 15,000 your 20% adds up quickly. Not to mention cat scans, pet scans , MRI's, stem cell transplant, etc. We could never get them caught up. It was a stressful situation for both of us. In January 2008 our niece had a benefit for Pete. I plan to write about it, perhaps this weekend sometime. We never spent any of the benefit money while Pete was living. Pete was working so we just kept making payments according to arrangements that were made with all of the many medical bills that we had. We thought we would only use the money when absolutely necessary. Perhaps when he got to sick to work anymore or if when he died I would need to pay off all of those bills. The benefit was a blessing because I was able today to sit down and pay off all of his medical bills as well as mine and still have some money left in the benefit account. So celebrate with me for the moment, this is the first time in 14 years that I don't have to pay on any medical accounts. I paid off 6 different accounts and I am free. The bad part is there will be more bills because I am now going to start taking care of myself. Starting with the dentist, and long overdue doctor appointments for me! But for the moment I'll celebrate!!

Vandals

Early Saturday morning I was awakened by the dogs barking as if someone was on the front porch. I wandered into the living room, and looked out the window and there was a police officer on my front porch. When an officer is knocking at your door it is never a good thing! Of course I thought it was something with my kids, panic struck in! The kids were fine. He asked me if I had a red rocking chair. I was of course sleepy and responded no, I don't have a red rocking chair. He said- well there is a broken chair in the street and it matches the color of your mailbox and other chairs on your porch. Then it struck me, I have a read chair in a small flower bed in front of the house that I always put a flower pot on in the summer, scarecrow in the fall, etc. I asked him if he saw a chair there, he said no, and of course the vandals had taken the chair and broke it to bits. He picked up the pieces and set them near the house. I didn't file a report, there was no money value in it. Pete and I found it at a garage sale, it was rustic, and I painted it and it looked so cute out there! Sentimental memories stolen by some stupid vandals!! The officer told me that in the last few weeks there has been 30 reports filed for vandalism!! It just made me angry!! That's why young punks should not be out at 4:44 a.m. in the morning, they only can get into trouble at that hour!

Happy New Year!

Wishing you all a Happy New Year! I am sharing a little movie with you. I hope you all find your Joy in this new year! May God Bless You All!