Serendipity Quilting

Last week there were several discussions around here over the fact that the princess still has not mastered bike riding 101.  She had out grown her last bike, so this morning off to wally world.  Oh look!  A spiffy 20 inch new frame.

I think she made it up and down the street once?

Before we discovered technical difficulty with the training wheels…..

That’s right…. they literally bent….. niiiicceeeee……  yeah.  We’ll be looking for higher quality training wheels and trying that again!

Jan

I have gone back and forth in my mind  a few times.  I have had long discussions with close friends on how much I should blog and how much I should just say to heck with and go forward.  But the bottom line is at the moment there are a lot of high emotions as well as legal proceedings involving settlements, custody, and all other divorce fun.  So I think although there is a lot I would like to share, laugh about and open up about…… in the end I think I need to just not go there.  So I will still blog, but a lot of my personal life is  going to stay very quiet.

Having said that, I do very much appreciate everyone touching base with me!!!  I am VERY happy being home.  I have moved in with a very good friend that I have known since I was fourteen.  We used to motorcycle ride together.  It is very nice having someone help with house work, to have someone I can trust to watch the princess, who cooks dinner….. better than me!  Life is good!

Soon I hope to have my machine back together.  It may be in the garage temporarily.  I plan on calling gammill later today or next week. You know….. in all my spare time….  I still can not believe how life can change on a dime.  But I still believe that if  you can be still and open,  serendipity happens every time.  I am very thankful for that!!!

So….. what color fiestaware should I start considering to go with the four place settings of gray I ended up with.  I can’t decide…….

Jan

I’m not exaggerating.  See these two lovely ladies.

They are just sweet, mild mannered, quiet, well trained babies.  They belong to the person I am living with now.  For blog purposes…. let’s refer to them as Punk 1 & 2.   The one on the right is a doberman.  She is definitely Punk 1 and the alpha dog.  The one on the right is Punk 2.  She is quiet, scared of her own shadow and now claims the princess as her owner and adores her.  Then we have the biggest punk of them all…… Punk 3…..

Yeah…. he should look familiar.  Except my well behaved goof ball has turned into a teenager rebelling beyond belief.  Don’t worry.  Punk 1 keeps him in line much to his dismay.  He keeps trying to climb up the alpha ladder….. it’s not gonna happen.  The other day I heard him crying and Punk 1 had his favorite toy cradled just watching him with the most amused look on her face.   So his response over all……. he has chosen my friend as alpha…. followed by my friend’s son… then the princess….. and I am chopped liver.  Punk dog.

So there you have the first installment of my new circus.  Poor Punk 3.  He has it so tough……

Jan