Whew, what a whirlwind the last couple of weeks have been. I guess getting hit with a 'bomb' such as what I was hit with would send anyone's emotions and life into a tail spin.
However I figured that this too must pass, that it's time to get to the business of putting up posts here. But not before I say this.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR KINDNESS AND SUPPORT. I know that I have said this a million times but for some reason this time I need you to know that I mean it with all that I am. The feeling of having people support me with my blog and pushing me to realize that this journal is not about them but about me and healing, well, we all need to be reminded on a daily basis that there are people out there who care. The idea that I wouldn't have the ability to meet even more new friends by making this journal private just crushed me.
Anyway, I must get more serious about this. I have a France story to finish and I have many other things to write about. I went on a brief vacation from the journal, perhaps because my intuition told me something just wasn't right...man, that intuition thing may not always tell the exact answer but it sure knows how to creep up and give a hint. In this case, I felt the time was ripe for the shit to hit the fan cuz things have been going pretty good in our life. LOL, well, Pat and I are growing used to this family stuff blowing up when all is quiet.
I would like to add that our son has found 30+ caterpillars so far. And they are all doing real well. He has also started his collection of skinks (sp) for the summer. We have promised him that we would buy him a snake the day he proves he is capable of keeping those skinks alive through the winter. He almost made it last year but lost interest. But I fear that this might be the year and then we have to add yet another pet to our animal farm. And of all things, a snake.
Pat has told me stories about him and frogs and snakes and hamsters. One of which including him stuffing a snake in his pants pocket and in the end his mom washed it and later found it in her dryer cooked to a crisp. If this is in fact what I have to look forward to with boys, I cannot wait....so I say. He has already proved to be most intriguing though.
Anyway, I am going to sign off for now. I have wallowed in my triumph long enough, it is time to move on. And move on I will.....thanks all
I STAND CORRECTED!!!! Damn, it's just the way my luck goes. My first post after all the fireworks and I made a mistake with whom it was that told me this story.
Last night, Pat and I were having a smoke and he said, "Oh, by the way, I never told you a story about a snake." He then proceeded to tell me that he thought about leaving me a comment calling me a liar and why I just wouldn't stop with all these accusations. So, I stand corrected, Pat never stuffed a snake in his pocket. Sheesh, here I go, lying again. /sarcasm/Does this ruin my credibility?
Anyway, I screwed up in this post, please forgive me, and will end this apology with a story of a hamster that Pat had.
I dont' know how old he was but he had put his hamster in one of those clear plastic balls to run around the house. As one would guess, it got lost never to be found. I dont' tell his stories the way he does so that was rather boring.
In the end, the moral of my story? Well, yes, I forgot who it was that stuffed a snake in their pocket, however, I am able to eat crow and to admit to the world that I made this mistake. Embarrassing? Hell yes, but I feel much better now. (whew, wiping sweat from my brow)
No, I didn't do this on purpose, I've been kicking myself for this really dumb mistake. Especially the timing, could it get much worse than this!!!!!!!!!
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