I think I have figured out the best way to avoid the Monday morning blues. Sleep through the whole day! By the time you get up, Monday is over with and you don’t have to endure the Monday morning blues. How cool is that?
I guess it would have been pretty cool if I could have actually slept through it all but of course no way was that going to happen. I did try though. Kept getting woke up. If it wasn’t Brian saying he loved me or him kissing me, it was my restlessness and then I had two dogs and a cat that wanted to fight over who was going to sleep on top of me. Actually it was Cesar and Dave that wanted to sleep in the same spot, right between my legs. Cesar would growl and kick at Dave from under the blankets and old Dave would just lay there and ignore him from on top of the blankets. Jerry was the good one, she just laid on Brian’s side of the bed and didn’t bother anyone. I just felt like I was surrounded by animals and I was. They love me and I love them. I can’t think of any other way to be and wouldn’t have it any other way either. I love living in a zoo.

We are having a diamond made from my oldest son’s ashes. It’s called a Lifegem. We’re having it set into an engagement ring for me. It takes six months to create it. I received an email from them the other day telling me that the diamond is finished. Now it will be sent to the cutters to be cut and then it will be ready to be set. It’s going to be a round cut blue diamond. I can’t wait to see it. When Brian and I were talking about an engagement ring, I said the only way I would really want a diamond would be if it were a Lifegem made with Aaron’s ashes. We have wanted to be and have felt that we were married eight years ago. One day, it was Oct. 8, 1997, we took Aaron and the three of us went up into the mountains for a day in the woods. We talked about getting married and neither of us really wanted to do it the legal way with all the paper work and a minister and all. So we decided to do it the way the Native Americans would do it. Since I don’t have a tribe or a chief to go to, we decided that since Aaron was the eldest male in my home that he would do the honors. He asked me did I want Brian to be my husband and I said yes. He proclaimed it to be so and then we sacrificed some tobacco in a small fire we had built. We didn’t have any sage with us at the time, so the tobacco had to do. So now that we have decided to do this the legal way, I think it is fitting that my son’s ashes be made into the engagement ring. It’s almost finished and I can’t wait to see it.

It snowed here this morning. Big, wet sloppy flakes. It didn’t stick. Just made everything all wet. I don’t think it was cold enough for it. I was a little surprised by it. Shawn said he heard they were calling for it but I didn’t catch that one. Shawn keeps up with the weather a lot more than I do. He has to, if he is going to know when is a good time to go fishing. I’ve even got the Farmer’s Almanac in my favorites for him. He watches fishing shows all the time and is learning so much. He wants to get a fly making kit next and now he needs a new pole. A bait pole, he says. He broke his bait pole last weekend while fishing with David and Amanda. That sucks. He was kinda mad too. Mostly he was mad cause some damn redneck came in in waders and snagged a fish from him. He said it was a nice big brown trout and the redneck drug his line across the water to where Shawn was trying to catch it and just snagged it in the back. Shawn was so mad. He said he wanted to scream at the guy and cuss him out but he used self control and held it in. He said the next time somebody does that, he’s gonna let them have it!

I have been dealing with a tooth ache lately and it makes my head hurt a lot so I haven’t been feeling up to doing much writing or much of anything. Brian just got back from PA and that makes me happy. You should have seen Jerry and Cesar. They went plum crazy! Jerry looked like she wanted to eat Brian up just to be closer to him and Cesar just about turned himself inside out. They were some very happy little puppies. Now Cesar wants to get under the blanket I have over my lap. I have never seen a dog like him before. He just has to have a blanket on him to be able to sleep. I guess it’s because he is such a small dog and has such short hair. I don’t know. I had another dog once that had very little hair, she was half poodle and half Chihuahua and her hair was kinda skimpy. I named her Scruffy, but she only had to have a pillow to sleep on, didn’t need a blanket. She was so special to me. When she came to me she was two years old and had been passed around from family to family. It seemed like no one could get along with her very well. When I saw her for the first time, I looked in her eyes and told her she didn’t have to ever move again if she didn’t want to, she could stay with me as long as she wanted to. She lived with me for the next 18 years. She was a rather strange little dog. She was kinda ugly to most people, all scraggly and snaggletoothed but I really loved her. She was always by my side. Where ever I was in the house she had a spot to sleep. In the living room, she would sit on a pillow on the sofa next to me. In the kitchen, she would find some clothes or something in the floor and lay there until I was done in there. When I first got her, she would follow me where ever I went in the house, even to the bathroom. I was living with Aaron’s father, Willie at the time and this made him very mad and jealous. (That should have been my first clue as to what kind of creep Willie was, right?) Years later she stopped following me to the bathroom but if she was outside and came in and I was in the back of the house or something, she would come looking for me. After she had found me, she would go find herself a place to lay down and take a little nap. Every night, she would come and let me know she was ready to go to bed. She had a special spot in the bed with me too. She had the spot on my right side, between my shoulder and my waist. She didn’t sleep up too close, just barely touching me. Sounds like she was a very loving animal, doesn’t it? Like I said she was very strange. She couldn’t stand to be petted or rubbed at all. You couldn’t discipline her either, she would try to bite you if you did. Petting her would get her all upset, she would start coughing and look like she was going to have a heart attack or something. She had an enlarged heart for many, many years. Her doctors always said it was a miracle she lived for so long. I couldn’t feed her either. When I first got her, this caused me a lot of concern. I mean, if you don’t feed a dog, it will starve to death, right? I didn’t want her to starve to death. I tried everything and couldn’t get her to eat. I tried different kinds of foods, both soft and hard, dried and still she wouldn’t eat. Sometimes she would take a very tiny bit of table foods but even that was difficult with her. Soon, I found out why she wouldn’t eat for me. She was a food thief! She would go around the neighborhood and my neighbors would see her and think she was a cute little stray and they would put food out on their steps. She would sneak up and think she was stealing the food from them. So once I realized this, I would put her food down and tell her, don’t you touch it, leave it alone, and then I would turn my back on her. As long as she thought I wasn’t watching she would eat it. As soon as she saw me watching her eating, she would quit and run into the other room.
One time she scared the shit out of me. She got hit by a truck! I was so freaked and so scared I would lose her. She and my cat, Leo were my best friends. They were with me through thick and thin, in light and in darkness. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing her. I think she was like 10 years old at the time. I remember sitting there, crying and praying and holding her waiting for my Mom to call the vet. Suddenly, I felt this incredible feeling of peace and tranquility come over me and I knew that everything was going to be alright. I took her to the vet, they x-rayed her and checked her out. The vet said it was like a miracle that the only thing that was wrong was she had a small fracture in her pelvic bone. So I babied her for like 6 weeks. I didn’t let her jump up on the sofa or the bed, I picked her up and I would carry her out doors and I had a pet carrier that I put her in to carry her with me when I went out to visit friends or whatever.
Actually, there was one other time she scared the shit out of me. It was about 1 am and I was sitting on my sofa, watching TV when suddenly Scruffy started to throw up. She didn’t even get up, just did it right off the edge of the sofa. Within like an hour, she had started bleeding out of her ass and her mouth! She was going down and she was going quick! I called my vet and he said meet me at the office. By 2 am I’m at the office with Scruffy and the doc. The doc put an iv in her arm and she began to shiver. He said that means she is responding to the iv already. Scruffy spent the night there and in the morning it was as if nothing was wrong with her. The doctors ran a few tests on her but couldn’t find what could have caused her to get so sick. He said it may have been some sort of virus that ran it’s course and all that blood and stuff was her body’s way of flushing out the germs. All I know is, it was a very traumatic experience for me and for her.
I really miss her so much. When Brian moved in, she moved out. She went next door to my Mom and Dad’s house to live. She was happier there. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Brian, I think it was more that she like the peace and quiet over there. Plus I was spending a lot of my time going out with Brian and maybe she was just lonely, and didn’t want to stay home alone so she would go next door and hang out with my Mom and Dad. More and more she stayed over there. She came back one day for a visit and spent the night with me. The next day she went back to my Mom and Dad’s. A little later that day, my Mom called me and told me that Scruffy had had a heart attack or something and she was gone. I was sad but I kinda knew that she had come over to say good-bye. She was at least 20 years old when she passed away. I sure do miss my little friend. She was one of the best doggy friends I have ever had the pleasure of caring for. Come to think of it, I’ve had some pretty cool dogs in my lifetime. I feel very blessed to have so many smart and loving animals to be in my life at one time or an other.

Well, my sleep schedule is all off now. Everyone here is asleep but me. I just keep getting into some kind of weird thing, I sleep all day until like 10 or 11 pm and then I stay up until noon the next day. Oh well, I sleep when I feel like it and get up when I need to, I guess. I’ve tried many times to turn myself around but sooner or later I come right back to being a night owl.
Shawn is more determined than ever to become a tournament fisherman. He really loves to fish and is studying all about it. He watches OLN almost constantly, he learns a lot from it. He’s also into fly fishing too and makes his own flys with feathers and fur and I don’t know what all. Now he says he needs a bass boat too. I wish I could get him one, there are worse things he could be into.
Oh shit, Shawn just woke up and came in here and scared the crap out of me And back to bed he goes, the little shit. He said we were out of sodas earlier and now he comes in and I hear him in the kitchen and what do I hear? The familiar sound of a soda pop can being opened What the f @#? Did I hear that? Oh yes, I did. And here comes Shawn with a grin on his face, he says it was hiding and he just found it. Yea, right. Anyway, we gotta get some more drinks and some milk too. Shawn would rather have milk, but we are out of it so he is drinking my last soda
We had a very busy week last week. Monday, I had a Doctor’s appointment in Roanoke to get my prescriptions renewed. I wish I could say the shit helps but it doesn’t really do all that much for my pain. I guess they help a little bit. They make it a little easier to handle the pains. At least I can stand to sit now, before it was almost unbearable to even sit much less to walk or stand up.
Wednesday, we went out and got our groceries and had some dinner. We also went and picked up the Girl Scout cookies I had ordered. Now we have been munching out on some cookies.
And on Thursday night we went to Salem, VA to a bar and grill there named Shooters. One of our friends plays in a band named Signal Seven and they were one of the three bands that played there that night. They were very good. They play heavy metal music. They played two songs that were cover songs from other bands and the rest of their music was stuff they wrote themselves. I think if they keep at it, they may go somewhere with the band. I can see them playing on one of the stages at Oz fest one day soon. That would be so cool, maybe they will get to meet Ozzy and maybe B and I will be there too. I would love to meet Ozzy
I wish the weather would warm up a little. Then I could go get in the hot tub. That would be nice but it is a little to cold outside for me. The water is fine, it’s the air temperature that gets to me.
I’ve been very lazy since then. I need to do the bills but I keep putting it off. I did go through all the mail and sort out what needs to be paid and what was trash and needed to be thrown out. At least I have made a start on it, right?
I’m hearing a strange noise coming from my kitchen, sounded like someone opened the back door. Now I am hearing a cat jumping down from somewhere. They are lard ass cats and when they hit the floor, it’s very noticeable. Yep, all that noise from a couple of little fat cats.

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