Last week we took the little people to Mr. Biggs. It was an interesting experience to say the least.
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Jan
I love Marc, and many of you love Marc too. I know Lisa does and I have a friend that emailed me that she has a friend crush on Marc. Well friends lets hope and pray this knucklehead gets home alive…
Jan
What makes me feel good? Shopping. What makes me feel better? Redecorating. What makes me feel best? Buying a house that looks like the Golden Girls live there. Hello 1984.
Jan
Over the past couple weeks, as all hell has broken loose, I have tried to focus on the most important lesson I learned from Rubix. When the shit hits the fan go to your zen-like place.
Jan
When we realized for serious that Rubix’s time with us was very limited Leon and I had a tough decision to make. What do we tell Eloise? Death is a pretty out there concept for any child. We didn’t want to traumatized her and sadly we acknowledged that because she is only 2 Rubix will probably not make it to her permanent memory. So we did what seemed obvious, we told her he was going to college. (thank you Geri)
Jan
Be warned this will suck up the rest of your day, so resist the temptation unless you have the time…
Jan
My most important Ones all together one last time to snuggle on the couch and enjoy some HGTV…
Jan
Yes I realize it is the middle of January, but my life was derailed and I still have things to talk about relating to Christmas, so indulge me.
Leon and I like to pride ourselves in our moderation parenting. Well we did… Until Christmas…
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I can’t tell you how touched I am. Truly. While this was one of the toughest weekends of my life, I couldn’t have felt more connected to my friends and family. Leon and I received texts, emails, comments, Facebook messages, baked goods, flowers, planters, cards, you name it. So many of them with a Ruby story, or memory and even a Zen Haiku. What a truly amazing outpouring of love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Jan
Goodbye My Friend,
How do you thank someone for a lifetime of love? I can’t even begin to answer that question so I will simply tell you how much you’ve meant to me. I remember with crystal clearness the first time I laid eyes on you in that Bob Evans parking lot in West Lafayette, Indiana. Your mother and I had, after months of deliberation, come to the conclusion that our relationship was ready for a dog. We (mostly her) researched every breed and we spent much time debating the merits of each, deciding that only a quirky and funny looking Pug would do. Through a serendipitous chain of events we happened upon a 9-week old fawn Pug that had been adopted by a young man who found you to be a handful. We drove to meet the “in-over-his-head” college student and when we saw your little head poke up over the driver’s side window we knew you were ours forever. We played in the soft grass of that Bob Evans off the interstate and our lives would never be the same. As we drove away, you snuggled in my arms, I looked back and saw the young man who reluctantly gave you up crying in his car. Even from day one you’ve been tough to say goodbye to.