I finally got to spend some one on one time with my youngest daughter over the weekend. We didn’t really do anything overly exciting but it was good for us to get out together and just do whatever came up.

I took her to the new pet store that opened not far from us since she has wanted to go for a couple of weeks. After about an hour looking at everything and all the animals, we come out with two new collars and a dog brush for our dogs and I have $40 less than when I went in.

They had pet adoptions outside when we walked out so we had to check out the dogs before we left. There was a medium female (not sure what she was) that had on some type of cloth shirt. She had Mange so bad she only had a few sprigs of hair left on her entire body and her skin was a little scabby but healing well. It broke my heart and pissed me off at the same time that someone would let that dog get to that point. Her name is Clementine and she came very, very close to taking a ride home with me but we’ve got two dogs now and puppies on the way so I figured I best not take another animal but I had a hard time walking away from her.

Of course all my daughter talked about for the next hour was Clementine and how we should go back and get her. My daughter would take in every dog that needs a home if she could. I can’t much blame her there. I would too if I were able.

The rest of the day was spent goofing off in one store then the next. I only NEEDED certain things in certain stores but we made a day of doing nothing but window shopping and eating.

It was great to hang out with just her for once but boy oh boy can my daughter talk your ears off when she wants to. Typically, she’s fairly quiet. There are times when we’re out and she doesn’t say two words the whole time we’re out and then there are times when she talks enough for five people. Saturday was a five people day. When she gets like that, all I can do is listen because I can’t even hear myself think enough to put two words together to respond to her.

We ended up going with my husband and son fishing for a little while Saturday evening and she talked the WHOLE time we were fishing. She was talking to me, my husband, her brother, the fish, the minnows, the worms, etc. I contemplated jumping in the water and swimming to the dock but the water was way too cold.

I love her to death but phew….I think my ears still hurt from all the talking she did on Saturday.

Next Saturday if it’s pretty and they are in, I told her we’d go pick strawberries.

If we go next weekend, I’m taking an IPOD.

Once again, I am early.  My weekends tend to stay too busy for  me to make my way to the computer until the wee hours of Saturday morning so I post on Friday.

Anyway...

Since I, at this time, cannot take up my rightful place as Queen Bum and park my tush on the 'throne' by the sea..........I guess I will have to pour in some bubblebath and join the 'Fat Man in the Bathtub'

 

 

 

Hope everyone has a rockin' weekend!!!

 

 

Tomorrow we will be off to pay our respects at the funeral of a friend of ours. He died at the age of 48 from a massive stroke. Way too soon to leave this earth.

As I sit here reflecting on a friendship lost. I remember some of the funny times I had with Tom.

Tom worked with my husband for 10+ years and also hung out at our house right often, although in the past couple of years, not as much.

Tom had the smartass attitude that just went well enough with my smartass attitude for us to get along for the most part. We didn’t always see eye to eye but it was no big deal if we didn’t. I guess we knew where the other was coming from.

I have one memory that sticks out more so than others about Tom and it was only couple of weeks ago that we were laughing about it.

From the very first day I met Tom, he was always picking on me by telling me I should dye my hair blonde. His smartass way of telling me that I had made a stupid comment, which I often did. And still do. Guilty as charged on that one.

Anyhow…..Anytime I would say something ‘stupid’, Tom would ask where the hair dye was or if I wanted him to bring a box the next time he came over. It was just one of those things I got used to hearing from him on a regular basis. This went on for YEARS. I took it all in stride. I knew he was only joking. That was just his way.

Well, one day, my husband and Tom had to go get physicals to renew their CDL licenses. While filling out the forms, Tom leaned over and asked my husband what the hell D.O.B. was on the form. Tom didn’t say each letter, as in D-O-B. He thought D.O.B. was a word and said it that way. At first my husband didn’t know what he was talking about until Tom pointed to the word D.O.B. on the form. My husband busted out laughing and told him that D-O-B stands for Date of Birth.

Of course, once I heard what had happened, I gave Tom hell about it every time I saw him. My payback for all the years of the blonde hair dye remarks. His new name every time I saw him was DOB. When I’d see him, I’d say, "Hey DOB, how’s it going?" He’d look at me and say, "fuck you" and laugh.

DOB will always make me laugh. I still get a giggle when I have to fill out a form and see D.O.B. on there. I automatically think of Tom.

Funny how some of the most stupid shit is the stuff that sticks with you.

 

R.I.P.

Marvin T. Adams