Meet my kids…………..

I am one of those people who thinks everyone should

have a dog. Or two. Since I am just starting out with this personal blog adventure, I wanted you to meet my family. Now this isn’t my human family. I have 2 wonderful sons, 3 fabulous grandchildren, and 5 wonderful step grands, and I love them dearly. The family I am talking about is the family that I have now. The ones who live with me on a daily basis. My two dogs, AKA my “kids”. My Bostahuahua, Toonie Mae Hound Princess Dog of Burney and Charlie, my wire hair fox terrier. I made up that breed name, the Bostahuahua. You see, Tooners is a Boston terrier and chihuahua cross. I am pretty sure she isn’t one of those deliberate “designer dogs”, more the product of a one night stand, but if this isn’t a legit breed, it should be. Wonderful little dog. She’s the mascot for my nail salon and most of my clients say hello to her before they do me. And they notice if I leave her home. Which hardly ever happened until I got Charlie. Charlie doesn’t like the smell of acrylic so I only bring him with me to the salon for a half day on occasion, when acrylics aren’t on the menu. I sometimes leave The Princess home to keep him company. She is not fond of this treatment and lets me know her displeasure, but she gets over it fast enough. But I digress. I am fostering Charlie in hopes of adopting him sometime down the line. He is the casualty of divorce, the father of the family leaving and then the mother ending up leaving a few months later abandoning this sweetheart in the backyard to whatever fate handed him. Not sure how long he had been in that backyard but when he came to live with me, he was extremely thin and fearful. But he holds no grudge and has not let that horrible treatment interfere with his chance at a new life. Dogs are so resilient!┬áThe heartless cruelty that some people can impose on helpless creatures is something I will never understand. There is NO excuse for this. None. But I won’t get on my soapbox on that subject. At least not now. So here are my two “kids” in all their sweetness. I am sure you will get to know them a lot better as we head further down the path of our new life.
I do not intend to let life’s circumstances deter me from marching on into a new life either. Yes, times are tough, but I am tougher. The dogs and I will be fine and everyday has something to be thankful for. Well, maybe a snowy day when it is almost spring could bring a setback :-), but we are nothing if not resilient. This too shall pass. I thank you for stopping by and please do so again. Have a wonderful, week, and please………count your blessings! Adios from the Three Amigos.

My single life

Thank you for stopping by my blog. This endeavor to share my life with the world will focus on the single life. My single life. My life with my two dogs, Toonie Mae Hound Princess Dog of Burney, and Charlie, the wire hair fox terrier that I am fostering for our local dog rescue group and hoping to adopt sometime in the future. He’s older, was abandoned, and is hard of hearing and partially blind in one eye. A little worse for wear, but settling into our humble household and has become a treasured member of my family. Toonie Mae is also a rescued dog that I have had 6+ years. She is a sweetheart, truly a Princess, afraid of nothing, and I try to pattern my life after her stellar attitude. Not the princess part, but her lack of fear, her idea that a nap can fix anything, and an attitude that all will be well.

My thoughts, at this point, are to post this on-line journal approximately once a week. It will be a ragtag mix of my personal journey, my dogs’ lives, some tips (well probably a lot of tips) on how I get by, maybe a recipe or two, some tidbits of advice. ….. well, you get the idea. A bit of this and a bit of that.

First a brief background. I was married for 14 years and did not, at this point in my life, think I would be heading into my golden years alone. But booze, and affairs, and bad choices made my husband decide that he would rather end our marriage. I can’t understand why he thought my objections to these things were unreasonable. Do you? The marriage was not a particularly good one even before these things started and upon reading through my personal journals my eyes were opened to what I should have seen coming. However, I had decided to tough it out, but, as bad things go, this one went. So I found myself on my own. I let my lawyer lead — isn’t that what they are supposed to do? — and ended up with enough money to buy a little house built in the early 40s. This is a good thing, but on the other hand he, meaning the ex, pulled some “maneuvers”, and I took some bad advice from my lawyer and did not pursue alimony. The process of our divorce went on and on and I just wanted to get it over with. Not the best choice, but on the other hand I do not have to confront him or deal with him any longer and had I chosen to go to court with the pursuit of living expenses I would most likely have had to deal with him forever. So I continue to try and support myself with a struggling nail salon and looking for a part-time position to fill in the gaps of my money woes. I have been through a medical transcription course that has proven not to work for me, but that is another post. This is a tough economy and I live in a small town with not much in the way of opportunities, but, like the Tooners would say if she could talk, “It’s all life, my dear, carry on.” So I do.

So what happened next? I moved to my little house by the creek, changed my name back to my children’s Sir name and life goes on. Please stop by again!