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Conversations with Riley #25: Books and Snacks

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Remember the Pizza Hut Book Club?

Me: Ah! It feels good to sit down and take my shoes off!
Riley: <sits at attention, looking me in the eye> Hello sir
Me: Hmm… very formal

<Riley rests a paw on my knee>

Riley: Sir it’s been a long and quiet day and even though I’ve been bored I was a good girl and didn’t get into anything I shouldn’t or even eat one of those tasty morsels I love so well.
Me: And by tasty morself you mean… a book, don’t you?
Riley: Mmmmmmm book…
Me: Riley, did you eat a book?
Riley: I love you

Quote of the Day 10-Oct-2014: On Fear’s Effect

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Courtesy Wikipedia

“Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones.”

Thich Nhat Hanh

In Which Learning Golf Was a Gift

Growing up, my parents were two of the best people around. They got married when they were 15 and 17; they were 16 and 18 when my sister was born; they were 21 and 23 when I was born. They were great parents to my sister and me. They taught us right from wrong, and they helped lead us to become the people we are today. They were still married, still mushy, and still went on dates until my father passed away at the too young age of 45.

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Dad’s Army days in Germany

I remember as a child when I first began wearing glasses. I was holding my mother’s hand as I walked, and I looked down to my feet. I noticed that my feet were a lot closer to my face than normal, which caused me to think I had magically shrunk. My family members have held my hand, literally and figuratively, for as long as I can remember. 

Today is the 15th anniversary of my father’s passing. I’d like to share one of the the most important lessons my father taught me as child:

Play Golf.

My father was the most intelligent person I have known. He taught me how to play golf. This lesson has been one of the most important lessons I have ever learned. This may sound like an irrational thought, but I have fully considered this. Through golf, my father and I became friends. Spending time on the golf course allowed me to know the man I have called Dad. From golf, I learned the value of “family”.

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Dad, my sister, and me in my grandmother’s kitchen

As I remember Dad today, I remember the fun he had in life. I remember his stories, his adventures. I remember how he and Mom met. I remember the speeding tickets and the police officers asking to see what was under the hood. I remember watching the Braves with him. I remember rooting for Dale Earnheardt and Dad rooting for Jeff Gordon.

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Dad in Atlanta, with Jeff Gordon’s car

I remember Dad.

I love and miss you Dad. We think of you every day, and know you are looking at us from Heaven, encouraging us, laughing with us, and crying for us. Thank you for being you. Thank you for being Dad.

Anyone feel like playing 9 holes?

Uncles are Fathers Too

My Uncle - Jesse

I loved my uncle Jesse very much. He passed away in December, and we all miss him quite a bit.When I was looking through my pictures today, to decide what to post, I found a couple of my uncle taken at the same time and at the same place as The More Things Change. I thought that I would let you all see the man who was like a second father to me in many ways, and a man who was my friend.

My Uncle - Jesse - B&W

I would be remiss, however, if I didn’t show off my other uncle too. My uncle Eugene has been as big of an influence as Jesse was. I love him just as much. Both of my uncles are fun-loving men. Until recently, Eugene still had a motorcycle!

My Uncle - Eugene - Vroom!
My Uncle - Eugene - Vroom! # 2

I would post a picture of my mom going “vroom” too, but I would fear for my life. I will leave that one to your imaginations.

Singles Awareness Day (S.A.D.)

Love is being stupid together.

Paul Valery

Image courtesy of http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2011/02/18/10-tips-to-mend-a-broken-heart/

Today is a singular day every year – it’s the day when the world stands up and says “I love you”. A bunch of lemmings, that’s what we all are.  One person says it and then another. Reflex, that’s what saying I love you is. Bah, humbug. (Note: for those who don’t actually know me, sarcasm is my stock in trade.)

I find myself one half of nothing this year – I’m flying solo. For years, I’ve realized that today is a day that millions of people dread, and sadly no one is around to notice that they do. Those of us who are single on this day, if we are thought of, are thought of with pity and sadness. Today, dear readers, is Singles Awareness Day (S.A.D.).

Many years ago, when I was a reckless teenager, my friends and I suffered a day unlike any other. My girlfriend had just moved to Florida; Stacy’s boyfriend broke up with her, and Melissa was single unexpectedly as well. That  year, I coined the term Single’s Awareness Day, because if you are single on February 14th you are aware of it.

But don’t despair or pity me this year, as I sit alone at the computer in the dark listening to the cars drive by and the puppy play. You see, I am content being alone. I have my friends and I have Riley. I am loved, even if I am not in love. And the truth of the matter is, I’ve learned something about myself. I can live, and live happily, without being in a relationship.It’s a important lesson, I think.

Maybe, just maybe, Single’s Awareness Day is not so sad after all.

The point is this – don’t despair when the stores remind you what today is. Don’t despair when you feel sad today. Don’t despair.

Love yourself, and know that your true friends don’t pity you, they love you. And isn’t that what Valentine’s Day is all about? Now, if you will excuse me, I have some small candy hearts to deliver to some wonderful people at work who are like a second family to me.