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Chester’s Chronicle, Year One, Month Five and one extra dayWell, here’s where it ends, folks. The end of the road. Where we say goodbye….Princess Glitterpants has had all she can take. The Chester hairs have finally made her cross over and there’s no going back. I am, once again, up for adoption. I’m not sad. It’s not really in my repertoire of emotions. Just think– last time I was up for adoption I just had to wait a little while and then I got all this!!! I have no reason to believe it won’t be even better next time! I mean, with an attitude like mine, how could I go wrong? So I’m offering myself here first. It’s not a bidding war, I just want someone who can satisfy my requirements in the most timely fashion. My requirements are as follows: • I am only outside on perfect days. Example: under 80°, but above 50°, no rain, sleet, frost, hail, wind that would blow my Chester hairs in an unfashionable manner, and/ or snow for an extended time. Snow is fine in small increments. Rain is also acceptable if you’re willing to follow me around with a golf umbrella. (Good luck to you if the wind is blowing gale force)• Towel treatment to my toes and body if so dampened by aforementioned weather.• On the days I have to be…
I was working on one of those time-wasting questionnaires on Facebook this morning. I need an activity while I drink my coffee, otherwise my dog thinks it’s my job to pet him with my free hand. And I DO pet him, but it’s never enough. He is such an indulged glutton. Anyway, I’m whizzing right along answering the “Adult” questions- no, no, not like that, they were the style of “what bill do you hate the most?” and “which housecleaning chore do you put off until you hate yourself?”, stuff like that. Then one gave me pause. “Found Love Yet?” Well helllll-o. Of course if you live past the age of seventeen you’ve found love. But did love reciprocate? As you grow older, you come to realize that love isn’t just about spending the rest of your days with another human you’ve found attractive. Well, I hope you realize it, anyway. You’ve loved your whole life. You loved your mother, you loved macaroni and cheese, you loved your tire swing, you loved your mangy dog. Whatever. But of course this shallow test didn’t mean that. It meant the “traditional” sense of finding love. Well, sure I found it. And it was reciprocated. And we were bound by vows given in fancy attire in front of our closest 125 friends in the sweltering…
Every year around this time I get a little depressed and start feeling sorry for myself. I say it’s the impending day of fabricated love. All I know is what is true, and I will list it for you. Michael Jackson. No matter how old I get, he makes my heart throb Easter flowers. They bring me hope, and are so bright and just delicate enough The sound of a true gut laugh The smell of barbeque Old ladies who take care to pin their hair and wear jewelry People who wave Cupcakes with sprinkles Magnolias. They are so creamy and extravagant Friends that you can pick right back up with, even if it’s been ten years or more Books with a resolved ending Books about the south Books that are part fantasy Books that aren’t pretentious Cheap books Books People that will talk about books with me My dog. I love his spots and his big feet and his soft, soft ears. Pickles “As you wish” Big old trees Big old houses People sitting on porches playing cards My daily promenade around the block Going antiquing Looking at rocks (I’m not even going to try and describe this. I just like rocks) Being barefoot Tattoos Watching Gone With the Wind Mayfield Caramel Toffee Crunch Ice Cream Avocados Going to the Co-op. Honestly. It’s different now that I don’t work there. I can enjoy visitin…
There’s a legend that states Ernest Hemingway once submitted a story to a newspaper that was holding a contest for the saddest six word story. Supposedly it read: “For sale. Baby shoes, never worn.” He won.This has never been proven, and while it is indeed depressing, I know a sadder one. I depend on Chick-fil-a. I know I will never be disappointed in my lunch if I get it there. They are to be depended on for the best chicken, fries, peach milkshakes, chicken tortilla soup….the list goes on and on. I know that I can count on them to not screw up my order. When I desire perfection in fast food, I go to Chick-fil-a. They are so much more than chicken.They are the embodiment of the American Dream. I don’t know how I’m expected to do without them for five whole weeks. I’ll go crazy. I nominate myself to oversee construction and if I notice anybody slackin’, I can crack the whip and yell on my megaphone. I’ll run a tight ship for sure. I can push a wheelbarrow!! I can spackle! I can call for loads of concrete and drag wire. We can get this done in like, four days, tops. I am so SAD…
The Day 3: First Kiss & First Love Ugh. First kiss that COUNTED was in the loft of a beautiful old white barn. The barn was much better than the guy it came with. First love. My first true love was horses. I knew I loved them early on, even though I’d never had one. I loved carousels, and had to always have a pony ride at the fair and wherever else we went that offered them. Plus, ya know, I had all the hundreds of My Little Ponies to keep me entertained. But we eventually sold all the cattle off & my Mamaw leased the property to some horse owners. Oh, happy days! They came over each night to feed them and I was allowed to hold the bucket. Sometimes they let me ride when they had their saddles with them…and sometimes I snuck off and rode bareback, with only a halter and some makeshift reins from baler twine. I was a bit of a daredevil. I also took every opportunity to go over to Uncle Roy’s and ride any of his knothead ponies & horses. I would pore over horse magazines and catalogs, dreaming of all the things I wished I had the money to buy. Any horse program came on TV, and I would be glued to it. I would watch for horses out in pastures any time I went out, & loved visiting Churchill Downs and Kentucky Horse Park whenever…
Thankful today (& every day) for my husband. Its so personal that I don’t know how much I will be able to write. It was honestly love at first sight. He came in work to buy dog food & I was like, “oh, WOW. I HAVE to go out with him.” Before we ever had our first date, I proclaimed to my coworkers & good friends that I had met the man I was going to marry. That was September of 2008. We didn’t get our date until spring. We went hiking. I knew it was gonna be great because I didn’t have to dress up in heels & a skirt, or wear makeup. Excellent. 🙂 We didn’t have the perfect relationship from the get-go, a few of you know the history, but I believe God was making sure I knew what I wanted. And Johnny is everything I was waiting for. I was 33 years old when I married for the first (& only) time. I don’t rush into things. I want to be absolutely positively sure before I commit my lifetime to someone. I was beginning to wonder if that someone was ever going to make an appearance in my life. And I bet my mom was, too. Lol! All my friends kept telling me to stop looking. Easy for them to say, they were all married! It is not easy to be a single…
