Faceless Friday: Part 98

It is Friday once again, but this one is special because it is the first Friday of Spring.  I know it doesn’t seem like it, or feel like it, but spring is coming… and it is going to be beautiful.  I remember one spring, after I put stalker boy in jail the first time, I was living with my friend KT and I would concentrate really hard on the budding trees.  I kept telling myself by the time this particular bud bloomed out into a leaf that my life would be completely different.  Hope can carry you through practically anything… and the trees always end up blooming. So, besides it being spring now there are a few other things that have rocked my face off this past week, so let us get started on Faceless Friday.

The Beasts. I went back to my home state for a few days last week and did not take The Beasts with me… which was a first.  Nico and I haven’t been away from each other that long, ever, and Josie pup has only been away from me a total of 6 hours before all of that. I am going to go ahead and assume that they both missed me terribly, so much so that they both slept on top of me for two days.  Everything around here is back to normal now though, and last night was entertaining. The Beasts like to get their humans up around one am now…(because they are assholes).  So, last night I took them both out. I let Nico go without a leash in the middle of the night because he usually sticks right beside me (he may be afraid of the dark), until last night where he saw some wild animal (in town) and took off like a bat out of hell to tree said animal. During all of that Josie was pulling as hard as she could to help her brother dog, and I dropped her leash. So, both dogs, at 1 am, were halfway down the block carrying on like a pack of wolves and I was walking down the middle of the street in my robe, which is white, and all I could think was that I looked like an escaped mental patient.  Having beasts is humbling, and that rocks my face off.

The Fixer.  The Fixer came to our rescue in the middle of the night last night and helped me get The Beasts back into the house.  Being able to count on him, even if it is to look like a lunatic with me at 1 am, rocks my face off. He was also my sounding board all of last week when I got my feelings hurt and didn’t think I could make it another day. Having someone to count on, who loves me, and shows me that love, rocks my face off.

Family.  My good brother and his wife in awesome, as always, opened their house to me while I was in town.  This means the world to me, and I appreciate how they are willing to upheave their lives every time I show up. My good brother even went and got hazelnut creamer for me one morning, because, yes, he is that awesome.  No words can describe how much it means to me to get up and have a conversation with my brother.  They remind me of the good in family, and for that I am grateful.  I also got to spend a great deal of time with The Twins (my niece and nephew) who are now 8 months old… and SAYING MY NAME!! How cool is that!? Being able to love on them rocks so hard.

Okay, physical therapy is this morning so I should probably act like I care a bit… so here is the short list:

Coffee (forever and always, amen), hazelnut creamer, the purple bomber (the car) making the trek to the home state and not falling apart, the strength of my friend KT and her little one Hunter Lee, seeing KTs husband love her like I love her, my neighbors not laughing (at my face) every time I go outside in my nightgown, finishing my first big quilt, having my nephew’s quilt almost done, sewing in general, music, did I mention coffee?, wine, highlighting my own hair and it turning out somewhat decent, and you my dear readers and Craughers, YOU for all of your kind words, and support. Thank you. YOU rock my face off!facelessfridaypic

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