Oh Wait.. and a little not-so-funny funny story

The crazy psycho neighbor...he bought himself a new dog

and called it Sandi

Coincidence? You tell me

I'm outside taking my trash out yesterday and he's out there, naked from the waist up in all his glory screaming, Sandiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Sannnnnnnndiiiiiiii, Come here girl. Come on you little bitch.
Then he looks at me and smirks

If he wasn't such a crazy asshole.. I'd consider it Halarious. Secretly I do find it quite funny and I had to shut my door before laughing.

Always Room For a Little Bitching....

Okay, THIS is really pissing me off...

In all my my own chaos , I'm also helping a dear friend of mine prepare for her Wedding in 3 weeks. She's an angel. No Bridezillia lurking. We had a nice shower for her a couple of weeks ago, but I have to be honest; it was kind of dull. The older family members planned it and it was little more than church sandwiches and presents ( exception was the homemade cake from heaven)
No laughter, no games, no silly advice...So I decided to have a girls only dinner for her tonight.
I made reservations at a nice Martini Bar that serves great food. I had 10 ladies on my list . By the 4th call, I had to show some restraint and keep the bitch inside out of respect for my friend.
These 'ladies' sounded annoyed to be bothered with an invite and one even said ' ANOTHER party????"

Okay people, just because you've been invited to 20 bridal showers/ stags etc , try and remember that for the Bride, it's her ONE special day. Suck it up and treat her like a fucking princess because when she's wiping snotty noses, making school lunches, folding laundry, all while staring at her ever expanding ass and that wrinkle creeping in under her eyes she's going to think back with a smile to this special day that was just for her!

Ok, done

A note left on the fence post

I wasn't going to write yet. I've stopped and started more than a few times but remarkably, the words just don't come. No, thats not exactly true. The words do come.. they just come all jumbled in floods. I can't articulate properly these days and so I don't. I was inspired today though. A quote from one of my favourite people.

" I don't feel like I'm a human having a spiritual experience; I feel like a spiritual being having a human experience. Its not something I'm choosing. It's choosing me. "

At this time, I'm grieving the temporary loss of my 17 year daughter who has decided that she needs to experince the world on her own. My heart is broken. It actually physically hurts which I never knew was possible . She has always been the beautiful bird that flew away from the flock. I cry every single night for her

At this time I'm also experiencing the death process as I help my dying grandmother let go of this life and transition to the next. She's 91, bedridden, blind with the start of dementia.
She's 10 minutes away from me and I'm with her every day. We're sharing this beautiful space for which I am eternally thankful. The lessons I'm learning right now are life altering. The experience has penetrated me deeply. I cry every single night for her too

I'm struggling with depression. Deep depression. Its okay. I'm moving to the next level and this growth is essential . I'm protected though, both in spirit and in the close circle around me

and this is why I can't write right now.

I will again. I promise.