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Thank You 2016

Facebook has this nefty thing.  They created a video showcasing your year for 2016.

I watched mine and was pleased.

You kind of forget all of the things you have done or experienced in a year.

I did the world a favor and did not share mine on Facebook.

After all, no one is as interested in my life as me.

2016 was fairly good for me.

Sad and low points…

I broke my foot and gained 30 extra pounds as a result.  I had my birthday off during tax season BUT only because I was at the freaking foot doctor’s office for a boot and later had to return for a cast.

That was the first time I have ever broken anything and it was quite an eye opener how much such an incident can effect one’s life.

I would prefer not to ever go there again.

My grandmother passed away later in the year.  I still cannot believe that one.  She had always been so strong and tough, and she had also been in my life for all of the 45 years of my life.  I really hate death.

On a positive note(s), um, I finally bought my Harley!

I also got to experience Go Ape Zip Line & Treetop Adventure not once, BUT TWICE, courtesy of the firm I work for.

I had never done zip lining before, and now I can cross it off my Bucket list!  And each visit was a 3 hour physical endeavor and so what I needed.

One thing I am seriously currently struggling with is my commute to and from work.

I live 13 miles from the office, yet I spend up to 2 or 2 and half hours in traffic to and from DAILY.

I also drive a stick shift.

It is painful.  Cramped foots and all.  And I will probably blow the clutches way before their times as a result.

Plus it drains the hell out of you.

This is a very touchy point with me since I wasn’t supposed to be stuck in traffic.

My agreement to come back to the firm I am with was that I could off-set my hours so that I would NOT spend my life in rush hour.

I mean I officially and specifically said – I do not want to spend my life in rush hour.

But such is life, that did not work out as originally planned.

I am not sure what I am going to do about this as of yet.

My sister and very a close friend suggested that I move closer to work.  I actually considered this and looked at some apartments right across the street from my office

Um.  They are crazy expensive.

But you know what?  I would be so unhappy living in Maryland.

I’ve tried it before and it just did not work for me.

In the DC metro area, you are either Team Virginia or Team Maryland.

I am team Virginia through and through.

So I am leaving all of that alone until after tax season.  With a new receptionist I would not leave before she has gone through a tax season and understands as much as possible about the firm.

I love my job, wanted to grow with this firm in particular, but the commute is killing me.

Others in the firm also have long commutes.  But they live far away AND they knowingly signed up for it.

I did not.

NOW.  On to a positive note.  I am super excited about this weekend!

A co-worker and I are going through a weekend motorcycle training course.

Yes.  It will be held during the COLDEST weekend of the year thus far AND it will feel like working full-time over the weekend since the classes will run Friday night 6:45pm to 10pm and Saturday & Sunday from 7:30am to 6 pm…

But still, WE WILL BE RIDING MOTORCYCLES!!!

Although I now own a Harley AND I have a motorcycle license and have had it for YEARS…

I want a refresher course to feel more comfortable with driving my said beautiful Harley out on the open roads with more confidence.

One of my bosses is so eagerly waiting for the day I drive my Harley into work.

Now there is a greater chance it will be sooner rather than later AND now I am going to acquire a partner in crime.

I will have someone to ride with!

And his wife wants in on it too!!  First as a passenger and then as a hell yeah driver!

Side note, she wants to be a driver now, but, good things come to those who wait.

Nonetheless, this my friends will be on the icing on my 2016 cake!

To hell with my horrible commute for now, this weekend I will be in heaven and I will be freezing my @ss off!

Happy Nearing the End of 2016!

 

 

 

 

 


Tuesday, February 24th

Tuesday, February 24th, 2014, my little man Caesar unexpectedly passed away.

I came home from work, noticed that he was having trouble breathing and rushed him to the vet.

They took x-rays and the experience scared him so badly that they had to put him on oxygen to keep him breathing.

I rushed him across town to an emergency vet hospital and four hours after arriving home from work, what I thought was a normal day, my little man was gone.

That was one of the worse days of my life.

Tuesday, February 24th, 2015, my guardian who cared for me during my high school and college years will be laid to rest.

She was a wonderful and giving woman, and she was strong, both physically and mentally.

She had a garden that she loved so much, flowers and vegetables galore.

And when I say garden, I really mean a small farm out back that she took care of all by herself, by choice.

She was 50 years older than me, and even back in high school, she could out last me physically and stamina wise.

I remember thinking ~ I want to be like her when I get older ~ full of life, strong, capable with an ‘I do it myself and not going to have it any other way’ mentality.

She lived in her own home with her niece until about a year or so ago, and then she moved in with her daughter.

She outlived her brother and sister by many years, both of which lived on the same street as her, they were two of her three neighbors.

She was a very resilient woman.

I was there for her when her husband passed away. She had cared for him many years after he had a stroke, so when he passed away it was very life changing for her.

And she was there for me when my step-mother passed away, a very life changing event for me too.

I think that is when we bonded most, because both deaths happened around the same time.

She lived to be 94, which is pretty awesome in my book.

I am very sad that she is gone, and I am very disappointed that I didn’t make it down one last time to see her.

Over the last couple of years I have had a couple of challenging changes going on in my life as well, and the opportunity to see her again unknowingly slipped by.

She gave me one of the best compliments ever, her gift to me.

She told my grandmother, and both she and my mom remind me of it often, especially when I need a lift.

She said ~ If someone cannot get along with Lisa, well then, there is something wrong with them.

I have only been to a few funerals. I can count them on half of one hand.

It is going to be very hard to see this strong woman lying there lifeless, and me not being able to talk with her one last time.

Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 is going to be an emotional day.

I hope Tuesday, February 24th, 2016 will bring a different kind of life affirming gift.

Please don’t take today or tomorrow for granted.

I know I won’t.

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I’ve Got It Easy

Michael Bublé.

His voice.

I melt like butta.

Michael Bublé’s music….plain and simple, makes me happy.

His most recent album To Be Loved is beautiful.

My favorite song off of the album is Something Stupid (Michael Bublé with Reese Witherspoon).

I see myself dancing to this one day with someone I love.

But another song caught my attention the other morning while driving to work.

I’ve Got It Easy by Michael Bublé.

As I listened to the song, I had these types of visions come to mind….

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And I thought, I’ve Got It Easy too.

I have had these thoughts before when I was going through scary, painful, or sad times.

During those times I told God ~ I am hurting or scared or whatever the experience might be in the moment, but I have never experienced 1/100th of what so many people on the planet have/ or are experiencing.  Please help them.  Please help me too.

And I remember to be grateful for my life even during the not so hot times.

Because in reality, I’ve Got It Easy, as many of you do too.

 


Alligators & Doing the Math

I don’t know that I have ever dreamt about alligators before.

But I did last night.

So not cool.

There were two of them, huge mothers, they kinda looked like this….

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They were in my place, and I had to maneuver around them to find my cats (Cicero and Caesar who have since passed) to get them to safety.

The whole time thinking, how the hell did two alligators get into my place (my condo that was on the 14th floor in the middle of the city in a prime location that I have since sold)?

And they killed someone I didn’t know, snapped him in half and ate him right in front of me.

The dream continued for a long time, me trying to herd others to safety, everyone in the condo building working frantically to deal with the situation.

In the end, I don’t know how it was dealt with, but I was in my condo again looking at ash piles in the shape of two huge alligators.

In the mix was also a lot of time spent with someone I have wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with, but he’s taken, so it is not an option.

And when I say taken, I mean married, so not only is it not an option, no one on the planet except for one, knows that I was even half way intrigued by this person.

In my dream this guy also had a connection to the one guy I still measure everyone against, and no one has even come close to him, although he did have his flaws too.

So I googled ~ What does it mean to dream about alligators?

Because I do think we work things out in our dreams and our minds use symbols.

I found lots of stuff, but this is the only thing that really resonated with me:

When an alligator or crocodile appears in your dream, you can be sure that they have something important to share; whether it’s facing a personal fear, confronting a difficult situation, or accepting that you are connected to a tremendous source of power.

I got a raise yesterday.

And I gotta tell you, that was the most painful raise to get.

At one point during the day, because they were less than thrilled out of their gourds to finally have the meeting, I wanted to tell them ~ just forget about it.

But I didn’t.

I even cried at lunch (away from the office).

Not a boo hoo poor me mega tears cry, just a few tears from pent up frustration that needed releasing so I didn’t carry emotions into the meeting.

I try to reflect on how far I have come….

In nine months, I came on board with $4k more than I was making (had to factor in commuting at the time), have had two reviews, have had them pick up my full medical insurance, have received a 4% raise and have them considering paying for Quickbooks training next month.

In 3 ½ years (because I was unemployed for a few months between this job and the last), by this year’s end I will have increased my salary by 80% since starting over in a new field in the fall of 2010.

You’d think I would be thrilled.

But I am a bit discouraged, tired and pondering….what am I going to do now?

I can go back to school and pick up with the accounting course work that I started at my last job.

I already have a BA, so I am only about 9 classes away from earning an accounting certificate that would enable me to become an accountant.

It can be done in a year, if you don’t dork around, bite the bullet and dedicate every waking minute of one year to getting it done.

And that’s what I am pondering; do I have that in me?

Is this what I want?

I have two girlfriends, one single and one a mother, who did have that kind of dedication and drive….one, earned her master’s degree and one earned her bachelor’s degree.

I don’t even need a degree, just a certificate.

Plus, working in the accounting field, even on the administrative side, you gotta factor in tax season aka lack of time to do anything but tax season.

And then I have thoughts of, it is possible to become a CPA in five years.

I don’t know that it is possible for me because the CPA exam is extremely difficult to pass.

I don’t know whether or not I even want to go that far.

But the possibility is there, so it gets me thinking.

So, I am so glad it is Wednesday, because I am ready for the weekend!

And I hope I don’t dream about alligators anymore.

I’d like some bunnies, butterflies and bottlenose dolphins please.

Not that I have looked those up, but they have got to be warm, cuddly and fun, right?

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Tune for the Post ~ Fix You by Coldplay


Please Meet, Kennedy (Rose)

I have often wondered how someone was able to adopt a new pet shortly after the passing of their longtime and much-loved pet.

And now I know firsthand.

This past Saturday I decided to go back to the place that I adopted Cicero eleven years ago, and then Caesar ten years ago.

I was only going to look, and to see how I felt.

And all I knew was that when I was ready to adopt, I wanted a male kitten that looked nothing like Cicero or Caesar, because I wanted a new experience and I wanted to create a new bond.

Almost everyone wants kittens because they are teeny, tiny and cute.

I wanted a kitten because I wanted many, many, and hopefully many more years than that, before I had to experience the loss of another furry companion.

I spent three hours there with one little kitty, whom I decided to adopt.

#1 It’s a she.

#2 She’s not a kitten, she’s 2 years old.

#3 She’s teeny, tiny and quite a handful.

#4 If curiosity doesn’t kill the cat, I might.

She has no fear.

I just had to go and get her out of the dishwasher that I left open so the dishes could air dry.

There is no inch of my place that she hasn’t tried to get in and out of.

So far she has been successful.

Every place that I feared Caesar might try to squeeze into, she’s been there, freaked me out, and done that.

And then has gone back to do it again.

I named her Kennedy.

I don’t usually give my pets a middle name, but for her I did.

(Rose).

A tribute to my two little dudes that came before her, whom I still love and miss very much.

Her middle name is in parenthesis because it is just for me and her .

Me, so I will never forget Cicero and Caesar.

Her, for when I am trying to stop her from trying to hop into the oven again by yelling out her full name like a parent who is trying to communicate….do it and you are in BIG trouble!!

Please meet, Kennedy (Rose)….

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Chasing the Red Dot (that has gone out of photo shot range for the moment).

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Chasing the still out of shot Red Dot.

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Red Dot. Red Dot. Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are.

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This IS My Happy Face.

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Can I Have Some Loving?

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Bath Time. The Only Time She Is Still.


Saying Thank You

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I am grateful for…..

The many years I had with Caesar.

I am grateful for…..

The love, support, calls, gifts and kind words

from my family, friends, the people I work with,

and the people I have met through blogging.

I am grateful that…..

It is tax season and I am busy.

I am grateful that…..

My heart is still open, and one day in the future,

I will adopt a new cuddle buddy.

I am grateful and I just wanted to say…..

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Saying Goodbye

It was a normal day.

I went into work Monday morning, and after a five-minute review of what I had to do, I wished that I had come in on Sunday to make a bigger dent.

My boss was giving me a playful hard time asking me why I didn’t come in on Sunday.

I explained that on Saturday, he seemed so eager to rush me out the door that after four hours I finally caved and decided not to come back in until Monday morning.

Turns out, he wanted to make sure that I didn’t get burned out so that I would be in again on Sunday.

Lesson learned for both of us.

I left work early yesterday to take my cat Caesar to the vet for a checkup.

Over the last few days, I had noticed that his breathing seemed a little bit labored and more rapid than normal.

He wasn’t acting any differently, and I just thought that it was time for a shave so he wouldn’t be sucking down hair and creating hairballs that neither of us enjoyed.

I asked my vet to examine his breathing, and things took a very bad turn for the worse when she couldn’t hear his heartbeat due to fluid on his lungs.

Things suddenly changed, and things suddenly became very serious.

They made special arrangements to take x-rays…..and what was to be a normal vet visit turned into a four-hour I didn’t know I was going to have to say goodbye tonight.

It’s all a blur.

I rushed him across town to an emergency vet hospital only to be told that his heart was failing and that I would need to make decisions pretty quick because he was uncomfortable.

The stress of the x-rays and the doctors and being away from me during the process is what quickened his hurried decline.

I didn’t even get to have time alone with him, and was rushed into the back to see him at the end.

I pretty much climbed into the oxygen chamber with him just to be near him.

Forehead to forehead, I told him how much I loved him and how much he meant to me.

It was only in that moment that he relaxed, closed his mouth to breathe normally, and blinked his eyes gently.

I will never forget that moment.

Saying goodbye sucks.

I wanted hours with him, not minutes.

Saying goodbye when it is the last thing on earth that you ever expected to have to do that day…totally indescribable.

All I keep thinking is, I want my cat.  I want my Caesar back.

I know not all with be able to appreciate this post.

But for those with pets, please love on your furry family a little harder today.

Me, I am going into work with two swollen eyes from crying so much.

I don’t think my tears have stopped flowing since I had to say goodbye.

It looks like I have been in a boxing match and lost by a mile.

Not sure how to cover that up, because I am pretty sure that wearing makeup today is a lost cause.

I miss my little man.

He was my family.

 


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