Well…some go…some think I’m going to kill them…hahaha..some are drama queen nuts…need I say more…have another drink.
I knew I had met my BFF way back in 1975 when she was friendly to me in the elevator at Central Life downtown Des Moines. She had been there a year and was moving up a couple of floors and I took her place in the basement…we ended up getting an apartment together..she introduced me to him…she got married, I got married and 34 years of life happened. Due to some unexpected circumstances in her life which have been painful…I’ve been seeing her a lot more which is a good thing for my life and I hope she can look back at this last year and know that stuff happens, life changes and the only movement from here is UP.
Last night I remembered a very crucial thing in our relationship. We both like twist top wine rather than the fru fru types that need a cork screw…and we have not lost our amusement with each other.
Slipstream entertained at the Snus Hills Winery up by Madrid last night. It was a hot day and a beautiful night and a beautiful venue.
It’s a great band…I’m pretty mesmerized when the two Kims sing. Amazing, Amazing!!
Tonight should be equally as special as two very dear people tie the knot. I’m feeling love in the air!
Until next time….
On the mornings that I have a good grip on reality, I get an idea in the shower of what I want to blog about that day. I usually make it to work and really formulate the ideas while on my 6 minute drive – 7 minutes if I have to dodge wildlife. By the time I sit down at the console, I’m well on my way to losing the “brilliant” thought pattern so I self talk the universe to keep it slow and quiet for at least 10 minutes so I can get my ideas on the screen. I sat down at the kitchen table this morning…with no shower, no drive to work but this in front of me.
and pretty much realized where I will get my inspiration once we move.
Dogs seem to adjust to the new house pretty well..Frannie was nervous as a wet hen the first couple of days…she got to visit her new vet in town the 1st morning because she had a UTI taking hold…that went well. Dave was here until Friday night helping with the man stuff that needed to be done. Plumbing the bathroom sink was an all week project with lots of new words and trips to Lowes and the hardware store in town…I’m embarrassed for them to tell you how many trips…but it works great, looks wonderful and it all worked out.
We entertained last night for the first time….probably not really called entertaining when it is family but that’s what all the people on House Hunters say they do in their new houses. Jenny, Justin and Jaxon and Justin’s parents, John and Brenda, came for dinner. Brenda bought the cake which was good but not as important as the fresh tomatoes and cucumbers out of her garden. First we have had this year. He grilled hamburgers, I put the beans on the table in the pan I cooked them in and we ate and laughed…
Finishing up some projects this morning…after coffee…then heading “home” to Newton and the kitties. Thanks to Travis and Melinda for checking on them. You guys are awesome neighbors – we will miss you!
Until next time….from Newton
Integrity in government is a joke!
So…the former police officer and Newton police chief who was plagued with rumors of infidelity, moved on to state government at the local state police academy where he could teach young cadets what he knows and teach them the disciplines of becoming a police officer in the state of Iowa. Then. ..this woman, Nancy Brady, who has made the news because of HER firing at the same law enforcement academy because she took on the this instructor – former police chief…sounds like the state, in not so many words, is saying she is a nut case and threatened the head of the Law enforcement academy. Then the 20+ year DCI agent gets canned by the state because he turned in the governor and his accomplice for not having their state trooper under control – he was speeding while trying to get them to a political event. The state says that the DCI agent was fired because his previous behavior was disrespectful to a supervisor.
Yes…I actually think the state is covering up some ugly truths in state government..but when it starts at the top..what are we to do? There is only one thing worse than a cheating and lying ass – it’s the ones who are standing behind their religion or their God in order to cover up their failures….
Oh and that instructor with questionable ethics at the Iowa Law Enforcement Academy makes 91 thousand dollars a year…91 thousand dollars of our tax money.
Until next time….
Trying to wrap my mind around it
I’m very exited about our move in the next several months to Missouri. I am very thankful we found the house we did – it met every one of my criteria…the lake…okay pond…could be a little bigger but I am totally content. CONTENT. I’m even content when I pull up a road map of the area …. that is content. I’ve never been content about where I am planted. That discussion is for a whole different Oprah Show. But keeping this in mind, driving home the other day from work, I was appreciating the corn and beans in the field and the though crossed my mind that I”m going to miss this…
I was actually disappointed that the farmer across the road planted beans instead of corn this year because my last year (after almost 30 years), I will not get to watch the corn blowing in the wind. Driving down a gravel road in August with corn towering above you on both sides of the road always reminded me of driving to Uncle Bob’s house from Grandma’s house in the summer…especially at night driving down the white gravel road in Muscatine county with only the headlights – leaving a trail of dust from where we had been.
I’m going to miss the view every time
Trees, trees, trees and then it opens up to our house
He was working in the yard yesterday, it was a beautiful summer day…it felt cool when I opened the door to step out..I felt a fleeting feeling of sadness that we are moving away from this. It is not lost on me how blessed I am. I am feeling happy, happy, happy to be making the move but also feeling a bit teary eyed about leaving the place I’ve spent 30 years.
Until next time….
If you are driving down a country road at midnight and hit a deer and careen into a ditch, you want someone to drive by….if you are driving down a gravel road and run out of gas 1.5 miles from home…you love seeing the headlights of a neighbor coming down the road behind you. If you and your husband and his brother (who are 60+ years old, I might add) have been able to hoist themselves into the back of a pickup truck that is sitting in a field drive, found the perfect spot to arrange yourself to cushion your back and your head on the cold metal at midnight, you don’t really want anyone to drive by because chances are you would actually have to sit up to say – we’re okay while losing the only warmth of your body outline. But when you have missed the well publicized night of the Perseid shower..by one night…ya…you seriously are very thankful that the road was quiet and everyone else had brushed their teeth and tucked themselves in for the night. If they weren’t just black, I would post the pics I took with my phone camera. Seriously…we saw a few shooting stars…I saw one that was impressive with a trail…but for the rest of the hour, I layed in the back of the pickup with the two comedians…did I mention they had consumed an alcoholic concoction that may have been premium because when my brother in law handed it to him he said, so…you don’t have to work tomorrow, right? They will use that excuse…me…I have no excuse other than I listened to the direction of a couple of 60 year olds who had a little alcohol along with the bats in the belfry. It was fun…it was really fun!
Until next time….
Comparing Sunday night TV to the way it was “when I was young” – you know…one black and white TV and we had to walk across town, uphill and in the snow, in order to change the channel….I wonder why Sunday night became the best TV night in our house. Actually it is the only reason I don’t send back the Joey that we never use in the treadmill room (I will say nothing more about that) because we need the 3rd recorder on the DVR. I really have no idea what he watches on Sunday night…it would just irritate me if I knew…The new season of Duck Dynasty started last night or it should possibly be changed to Female America’s love affair with Jase – Because of conflicts, I had to record it during one of the later showings. Sister Wives…Army Wives which will be starting up again…Downton Abbey is in the near future…Oprah’s Next Chapter, The Good Wife and 60 Minutes. It’s very, very stressful. Its really the only night that I care about any of the shows…I can hit and miss Mentalist..more miss than hit…I do love Castle in more ways than one, Biggest Loser if it ever comes back and then I watch some of the Housewives shows…otherwise who really cares about TV..well, I do like Young and the Restless and Bold and the Beautiful and House Hunters…if Virgin Househunters is on I will watch that…oh my…there is the Tom Brokaw diary or files and Mike and Molly although it kind of tanked last season..throw in a weekly Big Bang Theory…oh crap..I forgot all about Tony and Zeva………..
Until next time….
He and I attended the wedding of the son of one of my BFFs tonight. (I have 2 by the way) (I’m very lucky) It was the most enjoyable, romantic ceremony I have ever attended. If I describe it as quiet – you probably won’t understand. It was quiet and it was calm and it was genuine and it was love. The ceremony was held at the country home of the brides parents. Outside in a beautiful setting of chairs, tent and nature. The officiate was a long time friend of the groom who spoke softly and with loving emotion. There was a vocalist with her guitar and her microphone and her amazing voice to set the mood. There was no rocking your senses with loud organ music, overplayed wedding songs and noise. It was quiet. Somewhere over the Rainbow sung by the previously mentioned melodic singer was the music behind the attendants walk to the front…a pause… the bride made her way to the front. There was no church service…no raised voices…no preaching..there was only the officiates introduction to the love he has witnessed between the bride and groom, the exchange of vows, a poem read by an emotional friend of the couple, the kiss and the presentation of the couple. Not one time was I uncomfortable because I was feeling bad for the vocalist hitting a wrong note…there was not one time that I wanted to scream stop talking,…there was not one time I wished I were somewhere else. It was beautiful, it was calm, it was quiet, it was genuine and it was love!