Today, the world lost a beautiful soul.

Born July 30, 1930 she became a mother to four, a grandmother to thirteen and great-grandmother to four. She was a avid Cubbies and Bears fan. She was the queen of jigsaw puzzles.

We always swore she had nine lives like that mean old cat she loved so much. She survived bipass surgery, cancer, two seperate broken hips and various other bumps and bruises along the way. She did it all without ever complaining.

Her last few weeks were painful to witness. Uncomfortable and confused, we knew it couldn't be long when she even refused her beloved hot fudge sundaes. She may not have been able to recognize us by name but I believe that she knew she was surrounded by those that love her.

This morning she left this world behind along with all the pain and uncertainty. She may be gone, but she definitely will not be forgotten.


Goodbye Grandma. I love you.

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Yes, I'm counting.

It has been 13 days since I saw JB. I have another 4 to go.

PleasesomeonemakethisweekgofasterImissmyhunny!

Hugeoid favor

Okay, so what if that isn't a word... I am still in great need of some assistance.

First, I need a link to prove that it is proper form to start CPR once a choking person goes unresponsive. I have a love/hate relationship with our facilities guy here and because I don't have the proper male anatomy, I am dumb. This is the same man who will not recognize my CPR certification for the company-wide list because I didn't take the course through the class my company offers. Granted, I could teach the class, but you know... that just doesn't matter. Oiy. I have searched high and low and the man just doesn't believe me and refuses to take down the poster in our lunch room that still advertises abdominal thrusts via straddling the patient. Any links provided earn you 200 cool points.

Secondly, Peppridge Farms is trying to kill me. While in Florida over Thanksgiving, JB and I had an attack of I NEED JUNK FOOD NOW so we ran to Publix where I found come cookies that would make angels cry. I am not even kidding you, they were amazingly delicious. So delicious that I ate the entire bag of cookies in a matter of hours. Perhaps you don't understand, but I don't do that. I will have a couple cookies or a little treat and then I'm good. But noooo... they had to go and lace those things with crack! Of course I needed more, so off we went to the Publix on the other side of town and they didn't have them! I have searched their website trying to find the cookies and they are no where to be found. I'm sure they are part of their limited holiday collection because they were in the red-tinted bag. They had raspberry filling, a spiced, shortbread-esque cookie part and had powdered sugar on them. I swear I am starting to think I made them up. Please tell me I didn't!

There are exactly...

120 days, 7 hours and approximately 38 minutes until I become Mrs. JB. Not that I'm exciting or counting or anything.

I have accomplished some things in order to secure my title as the Mrs, other than charming him with my amazing wit and intelligence. Such as hiring a photographer, purchasing the most amazing dress I have ever laid eyes on (for about 1/3 of the price of retail mind you) and having both sets of rings. Other than that, I have gotten zero accomplished. Do you know how difficult it is to find a suitable place for dinner for a party of 35-40? To large for plain old restaurant reservations and way too small for 99.9% of reception halls. What is a girl to do? I know, avoid the subject all together and instead focus on Christmas! And that is exactly what I intend to do. I figure I'll really get moving on planning the wedding after the holidays. Three months is enough time to send out invitations and put everything together right? Of course it is!

I guess if you are in the Florida panhandle area and have the scoop on a fantastic restaurant or place to have dinner by all means, let me know. Wait, does this count as calling for mutual aid?

The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town;
They were out partying, chugging them down;
The drinks were all poured and shared with a smile,
One more wont matter I only live but a mile;
The presents were wrapped all shiny and bright,
While they soon all headed back out into the night;
The engine turned slowly protesting the cold,
While they were ignoring what they had been told,
When out of my pager there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to tend to the matter.
Away to the scene we flew like a flash,
Threw open the doors and eyed up the crash.
The moon lighting a scene of hurt and of sorrow
Gave sight to tears and pain for the ‘morrow,
She didn’t have a chance you could tell from afar,
But we worked and pryed to free him from the car,
Pulled from the mess, so swiftly and quick,
Excuses were coming, the road is so slick!
Rapid as eagles the assessments were made,
While talking and working we all silently prayed;
Now, pressures! Now, fluids! Now, IVs and blood sugar!
On quickly! On swiftly! A helicopter to conjure!
To the top of the roof! To the end of the hall!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!
For him there’s no presents from under the tree,
That can replace smiles, hugs and cheers full of glee,
Just pain and regret of the choices he made,
For their night of celebration with her life she paid.
No time for us here to dwell on the thought,
For our warm beds and a clean engine is sought.
Out we all headed into the cold night
Knowing that man would never be right.
To stay sober and drive it isn’t such a task
And I really don’t think it is too much to ask.
So this year please just do what is right.
Don’t drink and drive, and have a safe night.

Where in the world?

Have I been? Well the correct answer is a little bit of everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.

Life for this girl has been great and crazy and wonderful and terrifying.

I'm planning our first attempt at a winter fundraiser for the fire department and in all honesty, I'm not quite sure how well it is going. I guess the numbers will tell.

I'm planning a wedding and inching closer and closer to going to see the man with the famous gyrations instead. Whoever wants to attend can get a plane ticket and show up.

I'm planning on putting my house up for sale despite the fact that my trusted mortgage/real estate guru about swallowed his tongue when I told him how much I needed to sell it for in order to cover what I owe.

I'm planning on asking something of my boss that I'm not sure will go over or not but I'm praying that I can at least give it a trial run.

Basically, my head is about to spin right off my neck. I'm trying to remember that everything will be just fine and it will work out as it is intended to, but dangit if I wouldn't love some answers right now. What can I say, I'm not a patient woman.

I have a lot to say but I lack the brain power to say it and honestly, I don't think more than the four people that still visit me here are interested in my day to day adventures. So, I will try and come up with something other than more appologies for not writing anything in the near future. Unfortunately for now, this is all you get.