When I look back over my life there are a lot of things I wish I still had. My vintage Atari, because it would fetch a pretty penny on eBay, all the stuff I had in a storage unit when I first got together with my husband, because it was all my “good stuff”, and the jewelry that once disappeared. I was babysitting one night, left my watch with all my rings at the house where I was sitting, and the next morning they offered to leave it in the mailbox for me. By 7:45am it was gone, never to be seen again. My class ring, a few rings my father gave me, and my great-grandmother’s diamond ring were in that collection. I still close my eyes and wish I could somehow find them again. Mainly because I’m a sentimental fool, and I love to collect things. It’s how I hold on to memories.
My Blondie makes fun of me all the time for my “collections.” There are very few things she is sentimental about. But her grandparents gave her this pair of boots for graduation, and ooooh, they were beautiful.
In fact, she wore them we she took off for Nashville. And she had them on the day she met her beau. And they just sort of morphed into her favorite pair of boots. Read the rest of this entry
Along with Blondie’s birthday we always celebrate another year with Trixie (Blondie’s rat terrier). A little dog of her very own was Blondie’s 10th Birthday wish, and of course, birthday wishes should always be granted. From the moment she came wagging her little nub of a tail into our house, Trixie has been Blondie’s very best friend.
Just yesterday, I was commenting that finally Trixie had become a good dog! She’s outgrown potty breaks in the house and the horrible antics that almost left her homeless, or at least banished to the back yard…. like the time we went Christmas shopping and she went around the house from window to window and chewed up every curtain we had. (You don’t realize it, but the average house sports hundreds of dollars worth of curtains!) Then there was the time that Blondie’s first boyfriend brought over her first gigantic heart-shaped box full of chocolates. They were safe and sound on the kitchen table, so we thought. Blondie was told to put Trixie in her kennel that morning before school, but somehow, as 12-year-olds often do, she forgot! We got home from school that day to find the trash can had been devoured and destroyed all over the house. The chocolates were gone. And if you know anything about the Chocolate-Canine-Intestinal Disagreement, you know this wasn’t good. Blondie walked in her room to find chocolate-poop all over her brand new comforter. In fact, for a while Trixie made it a habit to use Blondie’s bed as her potty as a way to convey her feelings were hurt. If Blondie spent the night at a friend’s house, and left Trixie all alone, she would come home to a nice little present smack dab in the middle of her bed.
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