Filed under: Friends, Goals, husband, me, photographs, talk | Tags: friend, fun, hair cuts, neigbor, tonight
Alright, I’ve been hankerin’ to cut my hair off for some time.
What has kept me from doing this very act, you ask?
Simply the fact I have not the fundage for such nonsense. 
And Justin.
BUT, my neighbor and good friend is also a former hair stylist for celebrities . . . ok, maybe not celebrities, but she still knows and is educated in hair cutting essentials . . . unlike yours truly.
Its a sign . . . a sign that I am to cut my loverly locks into a manageable and more mature do. Cuz I’m mature and stuff.
HAA HAA!
Yeah, not really. But I will have pics late tonight . . . since she is cutting once boys fall into a deep sleep for the night.
So, til then . . .
Me hair, right now . . . this is not my new cut . . . this is my current do. I am going bold tonight . . . short short. I haven’t done this in a decade or so . . . so we’ll see how turns out. I’m excited . . . are you excited? I’m excited.
I need a life.
Filed under: Friends, God, family, grace, husband, love, me, talk, toddlers | Tags: birthday surprise, family, friend, good times, mexican food
May 31st, that is my birthday. And, coincidentally, I will be 31 years old. I just realized that . . . hmm, I imagine it means absolutely nothing, but still interesting.
Justin’s birthday is the 28th . . . just a few days before mine. I’m two years his senior but act 5 years his junior.
My good friend, K, her birthday lands on the same day Justin’s is . . .
She came to visit me today, her and her daughter. And then she surprised me with a outing to a local Mexican restaurant, her treat. We loaded our three chitlins into her van headed out. The boys . . . and girl . . . did great and the food was good . . . but the company was fabulous!! Thank you, K!!
My mom has told me before, that her favorite era in life was being in her 30’s. I’m starting to understand why. I feel so much more settled and secure in who I am, regarding my identity in God and in life (though very tightly knit). Also just very very happy with where I am in my relationship with Justin and how our lives are switching up for the better . . . though it be hard, at times, I know God will see us through and it will be for good; for us and our future generations!
So, thats all I got for ya . . .
Happy Birthday, also to my siblings . . . Billy (24th), Amy (28th), and Kelli (June 2) . . . yes we had many a collaborated birthday party.
God Bless!
Filed under: dog, love, me, nostalgia, photographs, talk | Tags: dealing, death, dog, friend, happy, love, mastiff, me, neopolitan mastiff, sad
Before Byron, the crazy Jack Russell . . . there was Monti. He was a Neapolitan Mastiff (Italian Mastiff). I bought him cheap from a backyard breeder when I was 19 years old. He went through so much with me . . . that span of time is where I changed the most and he was there. He was unconditional in his love and devotion and I L.O.V.E.D that 140 lb mass of black hair and drool . . . more than I thought you could love a dog. I did what I could for him . . . when his elbows went out in his back legs . . . surgery was required and my saddle was sold to cover it . . . he was only 2 years old at the time. Pain meds were required periodically his whole life for arthritis and recurring bone an joint problems. I think there were a total of 3 surgeries in his short life span. But its pneumonia that took him out at 8 years old. That he contracted by coming to work with me at the animal shelter; hanging out in the office while I did paperwork. Kennel cough turned into pneumonia due to a compromised immune system. When all the treatments the vet had up his sleeve didn’t work . . . I had to make the difficult but inevitable decision to put him down humanely. I sat with him, I cried a lot! I actually cried for weeks, with no warning, just burst into tears. I had found out I was pregnant with Tobias a month before I lost my prized pet and my friend. Strange how life functions sometimes.
His ashes are still with me . . . hey, I never claimed I was sane. I’ve thought about spreading them at the dog park that we frequented his entire life . . . where he would have killed and eaten the small, rat sized, dogs if he could only move fast enough . . . but quick was not one of his attributes. Thank goodness! Unfortunatley some of the possums dumb enough to enter our backyard met their fate . . . thats what they get for playing dead . . . or being dumb, whatever. :) I heard somewhere Opossums average life span is 1 year . . . hmmm . . . I don’t think that ‘playing dead’ thing is workin’ all that well.
I’ve already decided that a Mastiff of my own is in my future . . . as soon as we’re more settled (hopefully in our own home). I’m debating on the English and another Neo . . . we’ll see, I’ve gotta few years to figure it out.
Here’s to Monti . . . the wonder dog!
Filed under: Friends, grace, talk | Tags: friend, fun, lunch, Salem, sanity
I have to put a quick post in . . . it won’t be long cuz I’m also holding a 16 and a half month old Samuel and the keyboard is mighty tempting. :/
A good and long time friend of mine came up from Eugene and had lunch with me today. I’ve been isolated (or feel isolated) in Salem, Or. I wanted to write and say how good felt to re-connect and talk heart to heart . . . something that comes very easy with this particular friend. . . no matter how much time passes between visits. Helping keep the sanity of Stacy for another day.
Ack! Baby on bed . . . must rescue before he lands on head!!
