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Hello All!

After spending about 6 months at my sister’s house I am finally home.  Well, now I feel like I have two homes.

I was there to take care of our kids, three of her’s one of mine, two dogs, the house and the yard.  I didn’t do so hot with the yard..that’s a whole ‘nother post.

Anyways, my brother-in-law was getting tandem stem cell transplants to fight a particularly nasty form of lymphoma.  Mike and my sister, Nichole had to live in Seattle at an apartment in the Pete Gross House.  While Mike was getting the treatments, my sister was his caregiver. 

Without her being there, I don’t think this would have been as successful as it was.  Mike looks and feels great. 

They are so happy to be home!

I learned that no
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Hey Everyone..$hi% Happens To All of Us!

FINALLY!  I am home!

There really is no place like home.  As some of you may know I have been living at my sister’s house, taking care of their house and children while her husband, my brother in law, Mike, kick’s cancer’s ASS!  I am not being crude, I am just fighting like a girl!  I am so tired of those commercials with the piano music..PUH-LEASE!  This is a battle for life and like all battles you need to be a real warrior to WIN!  No second place allowed.

As I was saying before my tirade, I am loving looking at the Puget Sound from my house.  All of my windows face North, I know, the water is West, but our inlet comes way in to the North.  Believe me I was totally turned around in this house for a few weeks when I first moved in.

The pictures of Mt. Rainier are from my sister’s house, my view is of the water and Seattle on top of the hills.  I am going to try to find a pic that I took of a building, it WAS named the Bank of America Tower, now I have no idea what it’s called, anyways. sometimes when the sun sets, it hits this tower made of glass and it looks like a pillar of fire!  It is the tallest building in Seattle and it makes for a wonderful show.  Well, my daughter saw it once when the sun was hitting it and thought a bomb went off..that wasn’t too funny until I told her what it was.  She said “I was waiting for a mushroom cloud”..jeez..I told her I was happy she was so observant, but maybe needed to lighten up a bit?..Ya think?

I go back to my sister’s on Sunday or Monday.  Not sure which.  Either way I am in two houses full of love and we will beat ANYTHING that comes at us!  I am in full warrior ex-cop, take no prisoners, mode!  Don’t worry..I take the hat off sometimes.  Like yesterday!

I went to my beach yesterday..combing through the sand, finding agates and gem stones.  Then, I smell something..OMG..I stuck my hand in a pile of dog poop someone had covered up with sand.  My serenity flew RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW!  DANG!  I was so pissed off at first I was scanning the beach looking for any dog owner.  Good thing there was nobody there.  I went into Salty’s the restaurant that is right there and washed my hands..then I laughed HARD!

I know my attitude was as crappy as what I stuck my hand in.  It was the Universe’s way of telling ME to lighten up.  My grandpa used to say, “If you stir enough shit, it’s going to get on you.” 

Well, I didn’t stir any up, but I needed a wake-up call to be happy and just be glad I am healthy and alive.

The pic in my post is of the building..it’s not a great pic, but you get the idea.  The one of the pink sunset is the same area/direction, the building would be off to the left if you could see it.  That pink sunset was on the news.  fire building

Take Care All!  I miss you MJ!


Who’s BRAD?

I’m a stay at home mom.  I’m a wife and mother, and I do what all stay at home mom’s do.  We go shopping, we take care of the kids, the house, all package deliveries, car issues, garbage day, and other things where we come into contact with people on a daily basis.

One day, I’m talking to my husband about an issue with our sewer system.  The city utility department had come out and sucked everything out of a drain  or something and after they were done I didn’t have any water in all three of our toilets.  There was a really bad smell from gasses escaping. 

I said, “I was talking with Brad, from the city..”, my husband cuts me off RIGHT THERE..”Who is BRAD, and why do you know his name?”  I sigh, and look at him, wondering how he breathes on his own, and said “It was on his NAME TAG”.  So I proceeded to tell him that BRAD had let me know that next time they do whatever it is they were doing, they wouldn’t suck out so much..stuff.

I asked my husband why it bothered him. He said, he didn’t understand how I knew the names of my grocery checkers, my deli lady and my quickie mart guy where I get my coffee EVERY morning for two years.  He said he has no clue what the names of people are, and why do I know?

I had to explain that as the household contact while he is at work all day, one comes to know there neighbors and the people they come into contact with daily or weekly.  I read the name tags.  He just couldn’t get it.

These are the people who help me take care of my family on a daily basis.  Teachers, mailmen, garbagemen (or women) don’t forget my cop friends I used to work with when I was a detective.  HHMMM could it be the detective in me?  Who knows, I just know I know their names and they matter.

Yeah, I had Brad ran..he’s clean. JUST KIDDING!! 

I had them run someone else..you just never know..can’t be too safe..KIDDING!