Not Just Me

I haven't done this in a while but the other day I locked my purse and my keys in my truck.  My phone was in my purse as well.  I was at Walmart.  Oh, and I had groceries in the vehicle as well and it was hot.

I get pretty upset when stuff like that happens.  When I lose control of a situation and don't know the outcome I kinda have a panic attack.  So I ran back into Walmart and started looking for somewhere to borrow a phone.  I couldn't really see one so I asked an employee where there was one and the look she gave me was somewhat upsetting.  She looked at me like there wasn't a phone anywhere I could borrow.  Like I was such a hassle.  Like she didn't know how I couldn't have my own phone to call someone on even after I explained what I'd done.  This didn't make me feel taken care of at all.

I did find a phone in the eyeglasses area.  I had to call my father because I only really remember my mother's, ex-boyfriend's, and my parents house phone numbers.  So Dad called my brother and he said he was on the way with the extra key.

I found a place to lean against in the shade in the front of the store and had an uncomfortable 15 minutes of waiting with nothing in my hands except a dish wand.  The dish wand was what caused me to lock everything in the truck in the first place.  There was a booth to sign a petition for legalizing weed in front of the store and two people manning the booth but completely ignoring everyone and just talking to each other.  So many families coming and going with little kids and grandparents.

A man came out and asked me if anyone was coming to help me, he'd heard me in the store asking for a phone.  I told him yes.  He then proceeded to tell me ways to hide a key on the truck so it wouldn't happen again while giving me what I thought was a weird look.  I didn't really figure it out until I moved him along that he was checking me out.  Which was off putting to me because he was 55 or over and had a wedding band on.

There was a girl who walked out and I witnessed a guy in a SUV crazy craning his head around to check her out while she pretended to look at her phone.  I guess she felt so uncomfortable she looked at me and walked over and leaned against the wall right next to me and told me she was going to stand with me because that guy had been there that morning and had come back and creeped her out.  I told her it was good that she trusted her instincts.  They wouldn't steer her wrong.

After a few minutes she left and my brother showed up and I drove home with my groceries and dish wand.  It was nice to get out of my world for a bit.  I remembered that we are all here, not just me.

Surreal

I really haven't cooked a dinner since he left.  It feels wrong.  It feels like I shouldn't be doing this.

I can't describe this surreal feeling I get sometimes when I realize that he's not here.

Finally

At the beautiful UC Riverside campus.

I have accomplished something recently that I'm very proud of.  My first 5K race.  That's 3.10 miles.  I haven't participated in a race since grade school, so when Kara suggested that we do this for "external motivation" I was hesitant. But with my 30th birthday looming this year I thought I'd try something other than selling myself short.  It worked, Kara worked for it and I worked for it.

This is the Before picture.  As in, Before we were red-faced and sweaty.

Mark was such a trooper.  He held the bags and rode herd on two young, rambunctious boys while we did our race and took pictures of us.  Thanks, Mark!

Waiting for the horn at the starting line.  (That's my creepy face.)

So the air horn all of a sudden goes off, startling us and the crowd pushes forward in high spirits like a herd of spooked cows.  Kara and I find this extremely amusing and are laughing for the first 5 minutes of the run.
I'd say we ran the majority of the race but there were hills.  Big hills.  So we walked up those.  But it was so fun and the campus was so pretty and I loved doing this challenge with my sister.  

This was just before the finish.

As we came close to the end we see Mark and Owen, and West waiting for us and we were walking a little so we could run the last bit and Owen says, "Mommy, you're supposed to be running!"  So we started running again.  Thanks for the motivation, Owen.

Yeah, I'm working that belly off.

That's Owen slapping his mom on the butt and I just got a low five from Scotty the Bear.

We did it!  We finished right behind a lovely 50-something lady at 46 minutes and I don't know how many seconds.  Plenty of room for improvement but I am so proud we ran most of it and finished in under an hour.  And I got to do something I've never done before with my bad ass sister.  And we got free shirts out of it.

The After picture.  Somewhat red-faced.

Much Running

It's The

It's really the little things.

As I'm putting on my socks I remember the dogs getting excited. They thought I was getting ready to take them on a walk or to the dog park.  I'd feel exasperated and say, "No, I have to go to work, babies.  I am not taking you on a walk right now."

 I see a Wicket the Ewok toy and want to tell Jim about how I want to buy it so Wickett can look at Wicket and want to tear it to shreds.

It's doing just my laundry.

It's the empty holes on the wall where pictures were.

It's the azalea in the backyard.

It's the vast space in my bed.

It's hearing him say those words to me over and over and over in my mind.

It's the little things.

Driving

When I know he won't be there when I get home, I don't want to go home.  I just keep driving.

The Life of Bugs

I wanted to do a little photo memorial of my dog, Bugs.  She died on Sunday, April 1st, 2012.  She was a sweet 9lb. dog of unknown origins (which are the best in my opinion.)  Jim and I adopted her from a shelter in March of 2010.  The shelter estimated that she was around a year old when we got her so she only lived three years.  The two years we had her were filled with love and fun.  She had a good life and that's what helps me cope with her sudden death. 

Bugs loved Wickett, food, and us, in that order.  We got her so Wickett would have a companion while we were at work and Bugs certainly filled that roll.

First picture we took of Bugs when we got her home.

Playing after first grooming.

Another one of Bugs' favorite pastimes.

Buddies on a walk

Napping Buddies

In two years they never had a real fight.

Bed Buddies

 Bugs loved laying in the sun.  She would come in covered in dirt and twigs after her sun nap.

She had this intense stare that was funny and compelling at the same time.

River Buddies

This was just a funny picture of her.

Ahhh....

She loved sleeping right next to you.  She needed contact.

Cutie

Bugs had a natural Mohawk.  She was a badass.

After an adventure.

She was easy to love.

Me and Bugs

My babies

Bugs in the middle

Scruffy Bugs

These are the last pictures taken of her.  When Jim and I broke up he could afford to take care of the dogs better than I could so they went with him to his house because we didn't want to split them up.  Before they left I took some pictures of them for myself.  

This is the last picture.  She had just run around in the front yard sprinklers and Jim got a good one of her.

We buried Bugs in the backyard of my house where she lived most of her life.  Jim wanted to plant something in her memory so he bought this azalea with white flowers.  I think of her and how much I loved her every time I look outside and see it.  

Rest In Peace, little girl.  I'll see you on the flip side.

Much Love