Where Were You 27 Years Ago Today?

Where was I August 11 1984?

First let me pour my thoughts over the number 27, which has many references...

One which came into the news most recently when Miss Winehouse passed into the 27 club, not the happiest connection to 27.

However other examples are;

*The total number of letters in the Hebrew alphabet (22 regular letters and 5 final consonants)
*The current number of Amendments to the United States Constitution
*The code for international direct-dial phone calls to South Africa
 *The name of a cigarette, Marlboro Blend No. 27
*Alternate name for The Hunt, a book by William Diehl
*The number of the French department Eure
*Abbé Faria's prisoner number in the book The Count of Monte Cristo
*The number of species Captain Jean-Luc Picard has made contact with in the series Star Trek: The Next Generation
*One of the anthropomorphic math symbols Lisa Simpson imagines talking to her in The Simpsons episode "Girls Just Want to Have Sums", which, instead of offering the expected pun-based aphorism, rather unhelpfully only says "twenty seven"
*In Steven King's novel "It", It returns every 27 years to Derry.
*27 is the number of bones in the human hand. [3]
*Darryl Sittler's jersey number is 27

However in my life 27 is attached this year to a special event that takes place today...

So to answer my own question... where was I 27 years ago today?


Getting married to the man of my dreams surrounded by many family, friends and complete strangers (yup.. there were some people at our wedding that I actually didn't know!)


27 years married to my hubby.
Love you H.M.

Wonder what we will look like 27 years from today?

Still looking smokin' and hot I would expect!!

I Need Help!!

In more ways than one!!

My son is leaving this weekend and I keep breaking down into tears as I try to clean my house on the one day off I have.

AND I miss winter... I know, I know... is she nuts??!!??
I must be.

I will admit I'm loving the warm weather (when we get it) and laying in the hammock with the dogs playing around me, the sun shining down on me (when we get it).

But I do miss the winter and the games the dogs and I play... I look forward to running pups in the snow again... only approx. 60 to 70 sleeps to go!
In the meantime I'll just have to watch this video of my pups running the Rosebud Run Trail.. however this video makes me sad as I miss my Molly bad as well as missing winter.

August Rush'ed'

August has arrived.

I have been dreading this month for some time now.  Yet it arrived anyway.
A month full of emotions.

Happiness as I spend all my moments with my wonderful, beautiful, incredibly talented children.

Joy as I not only spend time with my fantastic kids, but also watch as all 5 of my furry babies play together as a team.

Pride in my kids in how well they've turned out, and also in myself as I work with the furry kids to get along.

Anticipation is present while I await news on a job that has been applied for and I want very much.

Fear if the job falls through as I have already given notice at my present position.

Courage as I face the unknown.

And now Sorrow creeps upon me with the imminent departure of my son... in less than 2 weeks.
I am not looking forward to this new chapter in my life.
I don't want my boy to leave. 
Yes, yes I know, let the kids go, and in time I will accept this move as I did my girl when she left.
However I find this harder as I know that both my kids will be so far away, across the country. 
The worst part for me is the lack of funds that will allow for travel to go and visit easily.

Then there is Excitement that I feel for both my kids as they head out onto the path of creating their own lives away from mom and dad.  Bringing that other emotion of Pride back again.

For now though I wander through my days with a lump caught in my throat as we approach the date set for my sons departure.

I need time to slow down just a little please and thank you.

4 Freaking A in the M!!

Seriously?

Hubby's alarm went off at 4 (he has a flight to catch for work) and up I am too.
I tried to fall back to sleep, really I did.
My body hates sleeping I guess... I would kill baby kittens to sleep in until, oh I don't know, 7am!!

My alarm will be going off in 5 minutes so that I can get ready to walk the dogs... and as I write this the rains begin once again!!  Son of a ....!!!!

I'm gonna be one tired (and wet) Panda today
*yawn*

Two Scoops Too Many

Yesterdays conversation with hubby on the phone

Hubby: "Is there anything else you want while I'm at the grocery store?"

Me: "Yes, get cereal, anything but Raisin Bran, we already have 2 boxes"

What I think went through the hubbies head while shopping

hmmm... Honey Bunches of Oats, no wait, she said Raisin Bran... strange, I thought we had that cereal already... but she said Raisin Bran so Raisin Bran it is.

Looking for a good recipe with Raisin Bran.... anyone?

My Time

My mind wakes up well before my body is ready to rise.

After laying in bed trying to will myself to fall back to sleep for the last hour I finally give up and head downstairs.
Disappointed and frustrated when I see the time on the stove glaring the ungodly hour of 4something.

Curling up on the couch I open my lap top and start my morning ritual of facebook 'stalking' my friends and family and playing games on the Internet which I'm horribly addicted to at the moment.
I sigh and look out of the living room window watching the light creep into the storm cloud laden sky.  It is a very still morning, a very quiet morning.

As much as I hate waking well before my alarm or my puppies I discover that this time is 'my' time.

Alone with my thoughts in the morning silence, which is slowly broken by the birds as they awaken from their nighttime slumbers, I watch as the sky changes and transforms into incredible works of art that far surpass anything that hangs in art galleries around the world.
And this show..... is just for me.

I love the morning light as it slowly washes over my room, like a re-birth.
An awakening.
A cleansing.
There is a freshness to the room that only comes with the dawn.

The silence is broken by a far off train whistle, making me cringe inside.  I know what this means as the train fast approaches our house the whistle blaring into the stillness of the morning which sets my dogs off on a chorus of howls and yips. 
Are they singing to the train or complaining of it's rude interruption of quiet?

It is then that the creeks and groans of my old house announce the awakening of the hubby which  means the start of a new day.

The magic of my morning is gone but that's okay... I'll be back tomorrow.

Slow down Please

Almost a month since my last blog.

It's not like I haven't anything to say.
It's more like not wanting to say it.

I woke this morning well before the sun.
Much too hot in my room to sleep anyhow.

My mind being too active to drift off again I wander down into the coolness of the living room and watch the sun rise with thoughts that I try to avoid plaguing my mind.

Lately the puppies have filled my free time.

They grow so fast.  Which makes me realize just how quickly time itself passes us by.

My baby boy has his date set for when he is leaving.  Moving across the country to start a new life, and as the day fast approaches I find myself teetering on the edge of dispair.

I'm going to miss him very much.

Then only days after he is gone my baby girl will be back on her way home... again... across the country.

She has been working so much since being home leaving me feeling as if we have had hardly any time together.

I miss her all the time and do not look forward to the day she is back on her way.



Huge changes are also fast approaching in my life, changes that I myself set the wheels in motion for. 

Realizing just how quickly time passes I'm left wondering if I am ready for this big change in my life.

I do not look forward to the passage of time this summer is offering up to me.

If only it would slow down to a crawl.

But, like the sunrise, it is inevitable and I can only hope that it will also be as breathtaking as I watch my kids continue to grow into independant wonderful adults.