Friday, February 15, 2019

Judgy McJudgerson


I've been gone awhile again.



I can't seem to get my blogging groove back.

I start, I stop, I start again, and I stop.

Over and over it goes.

This time though, I've been taking some time getting my ravens ducks in a row.

Yes, those are ravens on my bird bath!

After Christmas, I started to clean house mentally and took a long hard look at myself. 

One of the things I've realized is that I've always been a Judgy McJudgerson and sometimes that side of me shows on this blog.

Not all the time, mind you, but I know when I'm doing it, because I'll hesitate before I push publish, knowing full well that when I do it'll chap some hides.


Then, for whatever reason I'll just say "screw it" and poof! I verbally vomit all over this place.



That is not what I'm going for here.

Or anywhere, for that matter.



So, I'm trying to change that, and a few other things, about myself with the help of the man upstairs.

Yeah, we've had quite a few conversations lately.

I'm ashamed to say that He hasn't heard from me much, other than a lot of complaining about my life, but that's changed too.

I know He's happy about that! ;)

Anyway, it's a hard job to change my judgmental ways, since I come from a long line of McJudgersons, but I'm getting there. Slowly.



I can't say that I won't have an opinion in my everyday life and on this blog, God knows I have plenty, but hopefully I'll be able to do it in a way that helps rather than hurts.



I just want to be a better person and for this blog to be a place that will hopefully make people feel good.



What this all means, for this place, is that I'll be more conscious of what I post about.

In fact, from now on I will be taking this verse to heart:

...Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, if anything is excellent or praiseworthy- think about such things.
Philippians 4:8

I think that's a pretty great place to start.



Yes, yes I do :)

love,
rue


PS

Thanks to all of you for your sweet words on my last post about Mini's passing. It means a great deal to me that you care and that some of you even shared your stories about your fur-babies passing on. My heart goes out to all of you.

The last picture I took of Mini.


Friday, January 18, 2019

All dogs go to Heaven



At least that's what I believe.

Mini passed quietly away on December 5th.



She had been failing to the point where she wasn't enjoying life anymore and we knew it was time.

When she went to Heaven, she was lying in her favorite chair, with her head in my lap and John by my side, as the vet gave her the gift of forever without pain.

She was 13 years old.



That's a long time to have a dog in your life and I'm thankful for it.

I'm not sure I've ever shared her story...

We had just moved into the first house in Ohio. Annie had gone for a walk with Shiloh and somewhere along the way, a little puppy had joined them.

We had two dogs at the time and I didn't want another one, but she wiggled her way right into my heart after finding out how she ended up at our house.

You see, we asked around the neighborhood and some people told us that the neighbor down the street had a habit of buying puppies for his daughter while she was visiting him during the summer and when she would leave he'd let the puppy go.

We went to the house to confront him, but he wouldn't answer the door.

The garage was open and there was the leash tied to a pole.

She had no water or food.

That did it.

She was ours.



I called her Mini, because she looked like a miniature version of Shiloh.

Now, she's in Heaven with her brother, Shiloh

and her sister, Fluffy.


Some of you might remember them from my last blog.

I tried to find a picture I had of all three of them together on a chair, but sadly it's missing. 

Maybe it'll turn up one day.



Anyway, I'm thankful she found us and had a good life where she was loved and taken care of.

John loved her so much, he hung her collar on the Christmas tree as a remembrance.


Bubba was heart broken for a while, but he seems much better now and I've stopped looking for her under the kitchen table or in the living room, but I still go to hand her a treat when we're eating sometimes.

But I'm sure that'll stop eventually, just like the tears did.

Well, until I sat down to write this post.



When I brought her ashes home from the vet right before Christmas, I talked to her all the way home about how it was the last time she had to go for a car ride and that she was in a better place.




When I got home, I kissed her little box and placed her with Shiloh, Fluffy and another sister of theirs, named Hildy, that none of them knew in life.



All of their ashes will be put with me when it's my time.

It makes me feel better knowing that we'll all be together one day.



xo
rue





Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Happy Thanksgiving!


Don't forget to make a wish, after you've carved the bird.




And I wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving with all the trimmings of love, laughter and joy.


Or at least a stiff cocktail to get through it....


;)

xo
rue


Saturday, November 10, 2018

Turning 49 & Alex's wedding


I'm turning 49 on Monday.

I was going to do a post about this phenomena, along with the trials and tribulations of being almost 50.

For one, I don't really look like this anymore:


Amazing how much your face changes in 7 years. 

I still style my hair like this once in awhile, but there's some grey weaved in now.

I started dying it a few years after this picture was taken, when I noticed the little scoundrels starting to come in. 

And you know what?

I got sick of it!

Besides, I wasn't fooling anyone, except myself.

So, I was on a quest for pictures of what I look like now and in doing so, I came across this one of me and Annie taken a few months ago, before we went out to dinner with my mom.


This was the last time I dyed my hair, but as you can see, Annie is back to bleaching hers.

She'll learn ;)

Anyway, I noticed two things about this picture.

I don't have my shoes on yet and I'm wearing a dress that reminded me of the fact that I hadn't talked about my own son's wedding.


Bad mom!

Actually the fact is, it happened when I wasn't really blogging much and for some reason I thought I had posted about it.

Apparently not!

So, anyway, John and I flew out to Minneapolis on May 12th (Mother's Day weekend) to witness my son and his lovely bride Heather get married.

My kid married a beautiful girl and she loves him and he loves her, which is all I can really ask for.


Of course there was the mother son dance.


And a few hundred pictures were taken.


And then like all weddings... it was over before we knew it.


So, I'm turning 49.

My son is happily married.

Annie is going to college.

I live in a house that I adore.

 And I'm with a beautiful man that I love inside and out and that loves me inside and out.


Although, why, I'm not quite sure.

But I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth ;)


Getting old might not be so bad after all ;)



xo
rue


PS

No pictures of grey hair.

Wrinkles will have to do for now;)