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Dad’s day

Forver in my heart.jpgIt’s been 14 years since I’ve had my dad here on earth to celebrate a Father’s Day and I’m still unable to find words. I haven’t been to church on Father’s day for years as I just sit there and sob. I still tear up at the smallest things even though I try to be grateful for the 32 father’s days I did have him here with me. My dad was an awesome dad to me and I miss him something terrible.

My dad was an awesome dad to me and I miss him something terrible.

I try to remember just the happy times but I still feel cheated having him taken so soon- just 10 days after his 61st birthday. I wanted more time! I want to sit with him again and see that smile that lit up his face. Continue reading

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The bombs bursting in air *

The bombs bursting in air night after this year has gotten to my cats (and me).
 
I think I like the fireworks better when the 4th falls on a Friday or Saturday so they don’t go off for 4 or 5 nights in a row. My cats are scared of our cell phones and the ice maker, but¬†fireworks on the other hand, haven’t been bothered them until now.
 
I’m guessing if I looked around our yard I’d find remnants of them in our yard from neighbors who don’t think the show the city puts on is big enough¬†and buys illegal fireworks (for our area). Nothing like a neighbor a stones throw away pointing lit rockets away from their own home, that when set off in the neighborhood actually shook the painting on our walls with the bang.July4th-07Babies (4)sm
 
I’m not sure what the percent of pet owners is but I’m guessing theirs at least some amount of pet owners who have pets scared of fireworks that set them off regardless.
 
So glad fireworks are not set off for every birthday.
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Happy 240th

and a big thank you to all those who fought for our freedom.

“I don’t like sports”

If you know me at all, you know I don’t like any of them and even with my constant darn tinnitus they’re hard to tune out to read a book while the crowd is screaming into our living room. I¬†can blame the lack of interest on my dad, who was game for a walk in the woods over sitting for hours watching other people play any game. When I was first married I had visions of blowing the TV out the side of our mobile home into the yard. It was quite the adjustment as the man I married played several sports and would watch any sport, English words or not. I was the opposite. The last one to be picked for a team because I don’t like sports, so I’m awful at them all. [insert flashback of dodge-ball here] Continue reading