Happy Thanksgiving all!!

So, it is Thanksgiving already and I'm still up. No, I'm not fretting over what to make, how long it takes to prepare, how high to set the heat or if everyone who is coming over will have a good time. Instead I'm sitting up looking at my new cowboy boots. That's right, I got new cowboy boots tonight. I'm sure I must be such a sight. A middle aged old woman wearing shorts, a Iam Jacket followed along with cowboy boots clunking about. Today (actually yesterday) was a bit tense at times. Lots of drama. I wish that things would settle down with the way people treat and act towards one another. No one knows when their ticket will get punched and it is time to leave this earth. I find it hard to believe that someone can be a Christian and believe in Christ and then things don't go their way and they decide Buddha is the way. It is not that I have anything against Buddha beliefs, I'm ignorant about them actually. I just don't understand other people's choices. Sure glad that I'm only responsible for me and my kids and how I have trained them up. Changing subjects here.
The puppies are so cute. I have the most adorable little CavaChi's, they are so sweet. They are my favorite hybrids. The kids are getting excited to have me gone for 2 days in Portland. I have many babies to deliver and love when I get to make people's life enhanced with one of my babies.

Hey Heather, do you got any coffee?

This is shouted out to me every time I dad is between sleep stages. Midnight, 4 am, 2 am, Noon, it doesn't matter the time. He wants coffee. The funny thing though is that he wants what he wants when he wants it. I can see the parallel between child and later aged adults. Dogs are selling great. I love it when people call and appreciate the hard work that goes into them. I'm doing a lot of stuff on line lately and I find the further in you delve the more interesting it gets. NO you doubters, I'm not getting into anything satanic, pornographic or disgusting. Just the amount of information is overwhelming. I mean it, you can find anything anywhere. I also downloaded Google Chrome. What an awesome program. You start typing and it's only job is to find what you are looking for. I have to get my dad that coffee, he is needing his third cup and it is the "nickle" day. Thursdays are the days he gets his special paper. OMG calling for a third time in this short amount of time. I'm a fast typist too.

I'm emarrassed by the time lapse in entries

I can't believe how long it has been since I have blogged here. Seems like the main times I want/need to blog is when I'm stressed/pissed or confused. Wonder what it is this time?? Let's see. I just re-read the blogs I posted and I sound so mean and ugly. I'm really not. I would say I'm more blunt. Straight to the point blunt though. I could say my dad is a hard man to take care of. I can say I got help with him now. I can say that things are so much better now with someone helping me. My husband did get his Bachelors degree in September. He got it in Business Administration. He is now working on his Masters degree. I'm tired. As usual I'm tired. He works 12 hours a day for "the man" and then comes home and starts his homework/assignments etc. Hardly see each other. I'm complaining. That is why I'm here today. I want to complain about my husband and his "selfish" desire to improve his families living situation. Isn't that utterly crazy? Selfish? I"m sure he doesn't like being stuck working at home and at his job. Well, to be truthful he doesn't do ANYTHING at the house. There are no "Honey do" lists. Honey do is me I have learned after all these years. When he takes a vacation he does things around the house but during the other times there is not a dish done, not a load of laundry (He does wash his own white shirts because I was "staining" them in the wash). He doesn't vacuum, make phone calls or sweep. He comes home from work, works on the computer and then goes upstairs and veg's out to the TV in preparation for the next exciting day of "same old shit". I suppose if I was him I could complain about me. Heck, I would be good at it too. It's that bluntness about me dontcha know? (Yes I know "Dontcha" is not a "real" word but when I say it or type it I feel like a southern Belle)

I love every show involving judges, Desperate Housewives, Greys Anatomy, General Hospital, Cesar Milan, Animal Planet, Brothers and Sisters, Lost, House and anything to do with operating. I like that in Oregon there is NO SALES TAX. What the price says is what it actually costs you.

I'm thankful for the friends I have. I'm also interesting enough to have some people not be friends any more. You need weeding out some, gaining new ones. Some friends are my forever friends. I turned 45 this year. Certainly not any sort of milestone but with each new year comes new nuances and new awarenesses. I have realized that in my 45 years I have about 5 really good true friends. Those 5 will be there at my funeral, helping to support my family and I know in my heart they love me. OH, don't get me wrong, there are always conditions for friendship. I think everyone has conditions. EVERYONE. You have to figure out if the unspoken conditions are worth the cost of the friendship. Now, I know I'm going to have people say I'm a pessimist etc. Think long and hard about it. I have. And for me that is my truth. I love that I can be who I am and some people like me. I'm just an average/regular Joe. No, you politicians I'm not Plumber Joe. I'm not Joe Smoe. I'm just ordinary. How sad. In my mind I'm extraordinary. I can do every job, run marathons and fly planes. It is a good thing I lose keys because if anyone here were a pilot I would try to fly the plane. No, I'm not having dreams of grandeur.