A Big Shock and Willow's a Druggy

Got some really shocking news on Saturday. A friend of mine's husband passed away Saturday morning. He was out in the yard playing with the kids and had a heart attack, he was 33-years-old. The baby is just over a year, Jen just returned to work from her maternity leave. Gawd, I really don't know if I could cope with it at such a young age, just married almost three years, one-year-old baby and trying for another one, just bought a new house, so much to do and look forward to, then suddenly.... gone.

It's hard when it's sudden, but sometimes it's for the best. At least they don't have to remember him as being ill and having a long drawn out time of it. They went about their normal Saturday morning routine, out for breakfast, played with the kids, he was doing something he enjoyed doing! It is hard for her, yes, very hard, but she will survive, she will cope, it will take a lot of time, a lot of healing, but Jen is a survivor and will make it through this! I have faith in that! But, til that time, we are all there for her.

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On another note, I went up to Mike's later Saturday night. We left Willow alone for "only a few minutes" and she was pissed. She took everything off the coffee table and in the process tore up half a pack of cigarettes.....didn't think anything of it. At around 6:30 a.m. I woke up to the sound of her thowing up (at least it was on the floor -- laminate). I cleaned it up, and climbed back into bed. She settled between us, with her head on my pillow (which she never does), but everytime she nearly fell asleep she jerked, had several nightmares, and twitched for the next two hours. I awoke close to nine to a wet spot, yup, she had peed the bed. It was then we figured she did more than just tear up the ciggies and was actually a little bit high. After several hours of swaying and sleep, she was good as gold again.... unfortuanately, she will not learn her lesson and will likely do it again if given the chance, of course I have learned mine and will make sure that they are not within her reach anymore.... either that or he will just have to quit once and for all. ;-)

Last Day

*sigh* It's my last full day in the stenography department. I will not lie and say that I am not sad.... this will be a very hard, trying time in life.

Gawd, my head is pounding!!!

We have Flyball tonight.... this will be fun, Willow enjoys it sooo much!

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Today is my sister's B-day, heading out for dinner with the fam, then off to flyball, will have to be a quick dinner, flyball is at 7:00 and it is almost 5:00 now.

The First One

Where should I start?

It's been a rough year. Last June I broke up with my boyfriend of 4 years whom I'd been living with for over a year... that meant him buying me out of our house, getting off the mortgage, and splitting everything. I moved out on my own for the first time in my life.... well Willow came with me. I moved into a basement apartment, where I found out later the landlady was insane (never live in the basement of an 84-year-old woman who barely speaks English). So, I moved in November to another apartment, this one has a very nice young couple living upstairs (lol friends so I have to say that!). Felt like home the second I moved in, it is cozy here.

In September Willow started taking Flyball classes, first class sucked, she did not know what to do and was actually pretty frightened. Well, now it's five months later and she is a pro, she has made it onto a team and we are going to be training to be in the SuperDog show with hopefully our first show being the CNE this year!!! We are also taking Obedience classes and she is, ironically, the best in her class. Willow was born November 12, 2004, so at this time is 15 months old, which is actually pretty young to be doing what she is doing, with Flyball and the SuperDogs and all. She is an Australian Shepherd, so is highly intelligent.

Recently, in mid January, I met Mike. I had joined plentyoffish.com just to basically see what was out there, have some fun, that sort of thing. Well, I met this one guy that really pissed me off, so I ended up changing my profile to reflect my frustration. That's when Mike wrote me. He was just commenting on the rudeness of some people on the site, I sent him back an obligatory "thanks" and we ended up writing back and fourth for a bit, and really, really hit it off. We met in person at the end of January, we've only actually seen each other three times and have only been chatting a little over a month, but it feels like a lot longer, there is a strange connection there. But, hey, I still think taking it slowly is manditory for me, emotionally at least. ;-)

As for my job. Well, I got demoted, basically. I am in the float pool (casual/relief), which means a cut in pay, a cut in hours, and loss of benefits. I am looking for a new job. Hopefully something that pays really, really well so I can actually start my life! (I thought of starting this to keep those I will no longer see everyday updated in my "soap opera" life)

K, so, that's the update, basically where life has taken me in the last bit.... so, we can go from there I suppose. I can't promise a posting everyday, but who can!