Good Intentions

Years ago I made a friend when I really needed one, but we weren’t meant to remain friends for the long haul. Looking back with a healthy perspective I see she came into my life to teach me a lesson and to help guide me at a time when I felt lost.  We were alike in many ways at the time, always with good intentions, yet occasionally coming across as pushy instead of helpful. Sometimes too needy, expecting more from someone than they were willing to give.  I can see my 20 something self swirling in a coldren of emotions, lost in a world of self created solitude. I was stuck between the free spirited person I once knew and the authenitc self I would become, but at the time I felt like a shell of a woman grasping for meaning and purpose. I’m so glad I’m not in my 20’s anymore, talk about emotional growing pains!

The lesson she taught me was this… Sometimes in life it’s not about doing what you want, it’s about doing what’s right for someone else.  I lived at Edwards AFB, California at the time, (the twilight zone of my life expereinces)  and my parents lived in Oklahoma.  I was on the phone with this friend when I was talking about how I didn’t want to travel all the way to Oklahoma for Christmas, but with my mom’s cancer back that year it could be her last.  Without hesitation she said to me, “it’s not about what you want, it’s about what’s right.”  She flipped a switch in my heart and set me straight.  I went, it was wonderful and it was my mom’s last Christmas on earth. Thankfully she gave me that clarity, and showed me the error of my ways.  I still think of her often, beyond grateful for her guidance and love, I hope she is nothing but happy.

Doing what’s right for the sake of another isn’t always what we might want for ourselves, but in those situations it’s not about us, it’s about them.  Case in point our little Happy dog. When Mitch brought him home we had such good intentions, helping him to overcome his past and keeping him forever.


He needed more from us that we could give, from the beginning he would nip at me if I tried to trim his feet or remove a knot from his belly.  He also developed what is called trick knee that wasn’t getting better with medicine, and probably needed surgery. He needed a home where his people had time to work with him and for those around him to know and remember that he’s had a rough past and required more attention and work.


He’d become protective of things and was quick to nip. Unfortunaely, even being cautious of my actions resulted in a nip that broke the skin and we knew we had to make a change.

Not an enviroment we could provide for him with our current living situation.


We tried to keep him away from Zoey in the house because all he wanted to do was run and play, and that was making his leg worse, so he hung out in the little place.  Unfortuantely knowing that he was unpredictable, it wasn’t safe either.

Thankfully I know someone who knows all about the world of animal rescue.  After my 5th text to her in a few months time frame she said, “Shawna, take him to the Humane Society, he’ll get all the care he needs and he will find a home that fits his needs, it’s the right thing to do.”



Putting the needs of Happy and the safety of family first, we made an appt and took Happy to the Humane Society. Just a few days after he’d been there trying another medicine that didn’t work for him, my friend updated me that they gave him the surgery he needed and he would soon be available for adoptions.  Not even a week later he was on the news and days after that he got adopted! It all worked out for the best. I hope and pray that whoever was lucky enough to adopt him knows what a gem that boy is.


Happy reminded me that sometimes friendships aren’t supposed to last forever, even though love will.

We love you Happy.


Thanks to the movies, all the advertisements and just the overall essence of something magical happening during Christmas and New Year’s Eve, my realities have fallen short of my expectations… which I assume most peoples have. But there was one Christmas when I was a child, probably around the age of 8 that I’ll never forget because I knew there would be no magic.


We lived on the cut off between DeBeque and Mesa, Colorado a mile and half back from the road on 80 acres in a house that my parents built. Oh, and yes, I did have to walk miles in the snow to get to school, once.  We had a two-seater outhouse, no running water, no electricity and definitely no money.


It was going to be a year without Santa, but my mom kept our spirits bright, decorating the tree from top to bottom with so much tinsel you couldn’t see any of the tree. She would always help to put life in perspective, saying “It could be worse, there are people who don’t have a place to call home.”


the glistening of tinsel

Knowing we wouldn’t have anything that year gave me a sense of relief. There was no potential for disappointment as the years past. Previously I’d asked Santa for the Ms. Pac-Man table top arcade two years in a row, finally to get it and feeling for a second Santa really was real I was beside myself with joy. Then sadly finding myself underwhelmed with it in a days time, I couldn’t believe I wanted it for so long just to have something that only the “lucky” kids got. I felt a different kind of disappointment, reality.  My ideals of fulfillment I’d get from this one toy became replaced with a sense of guilt for wanting an object to be the source of my joy.  I’d built it up for so long, gave it a power over my happiness and then to be so displeased with the reality, made me not want for things as I once did. You could say that was a gift in itself! Ok, I digress.


I was eight, living out on the cut off, it was Christmas Eve and we’d gone to town to load up our old 500 gallon metal water tank that was always in the back of our truck.  Driving down the little hill to get to the house I stare out the window into the sea of glistening sage brush and silence.  With the house in sight, something unfamiliar appeared, a large brown box sitting on our front door step. I think my mom was out the door and on the porch before the truck even came to stop. She squealed with delight realizing it was food, clothes and most of all the true meaning of Christmas; to give without wanting and to receive with gratitude!


Thankful for a home

Laying on the top of everything were the most beautiful white lace up REAL roller skates, and they were meant for me! Realizing they were used, I was in awe that anyone would give away something so nice to a stranger.  I said so long to the strap on metal skates, and hello to rollin in style!  For a few years I stuffed socks in the front of toes so they’d fit until I grew into them, years later when I finally outgrew them, I never outgrew the feeling of appreciation every time I saw them. Now that is the magic of Christmas!


The card our friends gave us this year

I’m happy to share that the magic of Christmas is still out there. This Christmas we were given two 1 hour massage gift cards left between the screen and our front door with a written note on the card saying, “you need to take care of yourself too, please enjoy this gift from us.”   We know who, but that fact that they did and they don’t know us very well…. we’re beyond grateful. Such a wonderful surprise! It’s something we both really needed and wouldn’t have gotten for ourselves.  I squealed with delight! We don’t even have their phone numbers! I  cant wait to catch them in passing to give them both the biggest hugs and make sure they know how much we appreciate their kindness.


The other wonderful news to share is that I’ve become an Independent Provider and the official caretaker of my dad.  With that being said I am now obligated to protect his privacy as I am contracted with the Department of Social and Health Services. Although it is realized about the personal nature of our relationship, I’m still held to the same standard as all of the contracted providers so no more photos or stories shall be shared.  Hopefully you’ll still find my posts interesting and worthy of reading.  Thanks for understanding.


A white Christmas

So now we are days from a new year and I go into it with no expectations, not even of the kiss at midnight… mainly because we’ll probably already be asleep, ha.  But I know that with the promise of tomorrow there will also be love, and I have faith that without expectations, yet full of hope, my cup runneth over.


May the New Year be your best yet,

and you be your best you!


My Christmas mailbox full of candy for customers



Rollie Pollie and The Tadpole

When I see a Monarch butterfly it makes me think of my mom, when Mitch see’s a hummingbird it reminds him of his dad.


I believe most people have something in the wild that remind them of a loved one that’s passed.  I asked Mitch the other day what he would want to remind me of him, if he were to die before me and he gave me the silliest answer, an earwig! I told him that just wouldn’t work for me, they are icky and they have pinchers (plus they’re always in pops place and I end up killing them)! I needed him to pick something else, I mean how about an eagle or a fox? Nope, after a couple more odd choices he picked one that I could manage, a rollie pollie, (or as he calls them, a potato bug) makes me smile just thinking of his choice! When did we have this deep conversation you ask? It was when we were driving up to Clark Fork River Saturday July 30th on our way in Harvy the RV to go kayaking….alone, just the two of us!


Life is a highway (remember that song) and Mitch is usually the one driving

We are beyond blessed to have a wonderful friend couple, Mike and Karen, VOLUNTEER their time to watch pops and the dogs for a night while we took a much-needed break.  Karen is one of the three gals that cares for dad during those times when we aren’t able to work out our schedules for one of us to be with him and she’s been so great with him.


Near Hope Idaho

But for both of them to give of their time and most of their weekend to help us out and not want anything in return, we are forever indebted to them. Not just for that weekend, but for all the times they’ve been there for us! Good quality people and great friends, one of life’s greatest treasures.

What to do when you home make kayak rack doesn't work!

What to do when your home-made kayak rack doesn’t work yet?…Improvise!

When we made it to the boat launch at Clark Fork River we cased out the area and saw people camping.  We roamed around reading all the signs, checking to see if we needed to pay, but all it said was 3 day max for camping…. really, could it be free?!  We found one area tucked the back, surrounded by trees with a fire pit right in the center.  We were so excited that we could camp right in the same vicinity of the boat launch, but first we opted to look a little further.  As we walked towards the water directly in our line of sight was an open spot next to two other campers with a little fire pit, literally right on the side of the water and Harvy would  fit perfectly!  I stayed right where I was, calling dibs on that prime real-estate so no one else could lay claim while Mitch went and got Harvy.


Mitch pulled up and parked Harvy



We unloaded the kayaks



And in 15 minutes we were on the water! There’s Harvy, and our friendly camping neighbors to the left (even offered us their remaining wood)


Look Ma, no hands


We saw both Hawks and Eagles while kayaking


From the sound it made, we were almost certain it was a Hawk


The water was so serene and calm, until we ventured out into Lake Pend Oreille. There were white caps on the lake that day, so we turned around and headed back to our campsite.


But not before we saw a pretty daisy growing out of the water

Our night away was so refreshing we topped the night off with some dollar store games.  We started with  domino’s, followed by rummy and capped the night off with the memory match game!  Honestly it couldn’t have been better, just to breathe, catch up and have some quality time together. The next morning we opted to kayak up the river, going right of our campsite since the night before we’d gone left. Believe it or not it was more serene and secluded than the other way!


Can you feel the peace and tranquility?

We’ve been on the water a few times now and neither of us had fallen in, until now.  It was morning time and we were ready to go adventure before heading home.  Feeling confident and certain of myself I decide to get in my own way,  I mean it’s been so easy straddling and sitting so far, why not just put my foot in and get in right? Nope, the kayak tipped and half of me was in water before I knew it, oops.  So I did what anyone who doesn’t learn the first time does, I did the exact same thing AGAIN and this time I took a real fall in the water, the kayak flipped over and I was submerged up to my neck.  Couldn’t tell you why I just didn’t keep doing what I had been doing, but during the first fall I hit my thumbnail on the kayak and it ripped a corner of the nail from the nail bed and it was bleeding.


See the white lines, that’s where the nail pulled away from the nail bed. Ouch

After that I really wasn’t thinking straight and was more determined to get in my way and was trying to not notice the pain.  Which of course made matters worse, and more comical. Mitch being super concerned and wonderfully loving about my double dipping had a great laugh with me about it after I finally got in. He just wished he’d caught it on camera.


there’s something about going under a bridge, it’s just neat

We hadn’t named our kayaks yet and it was right around this area when we were talking about getting decals so we could tell them apart, since they’re the same boat.  I was giving Mitch a hard time and told him we should call his Rollie Pollie and mine Tadpole. Funny enough, we loved it, sealed it with a kiss and kept on paddling.


After going under this bridge it takes you toward to lake and right away it’s choppy


We fall more in love with kayaking the more we do it. It’s just so peaceful and the fact that we are two love birds floating on the water, it’s just ducky!


Flower power


upclose it looks like a  cherry blossom tree


Heading back to pack up feeling replenished and refreshed

It’s only while I was writing this post did it dawn on me that another name for Tadpole is Pollywog.  Those two names are just fun to say together, Pollywog and Rollie Pollie but in the end we named it The Tadpole.  It just fits, like me and my love!

Our Neck Of The Woods

Although we’ve lived in Medical Lake for many years, we’re surprised we haven’t been to more places and done more things that are so close to home.

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We decided that we would try Klinks, out on Williams Lake. It’s only about a 40 minute drive from our house.


Initially we just wanted to rent kayaks and see what kind we liked best, but decided to try out the restaurant since we’d be there.


The view from inside the restaurant, the kayaks they have for rent are on the right side of the picture.

It was only coincidence that it was on Mother’s day and they were having a brunch.  If you ever do decide to go, it’s best to make reservations since it is a small establishment.


The restaurant Klinks is hidden within the trees

When we got there it was really windy, thought maybe it would die down after breakfast but that didn’t happen, so we took a peek at the kayaks they had and said, nah, lets just get the ones we want.


Some of the yummy pastries they had available to eat

The cream puffs were divine, strawberries and raspberries super fresh and the wait staff were attentive and kind.


We were overall quite happy with our meals, except we each had a little portion of egg whites that weren’t cooked well enough, for us that will ruin even the greatest meal.

I was beyond adventurous in my breakfast choice, I had a shrimp and asparagus omelet, if you can see I was so excited to dig in I got a picture after I'd eaten half.

I was beyond adventurous in my breakfast choice, especially since I am not a breakfast girl, at all. I had a shrimp and asparagus omelet, if you can see I was so excited to dig in I got a picture after I’d eaten half. Loved the taste.

Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge

On our way back home we decided to go through Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge, we’d always talked about checking out, just hadn’t made time to do it before, but when in the vicinity, it must be divinity! Oh I don’t know, just trying to make a rhyme, please don’t give me a hard time.

Finally made a turn to go see Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge

Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge

It was beautiful, no one around, wild flowers blooming everywhere and the weather was ideal!


Pops on the other hand was a “I want a smoke” Nut that day.  Every 5 minutes while we were driving he wanted us to pull over so he could have another cigarette, we would tell him he just had one, and he wouldn’t believe us and start threatening to light up in the car.



Needless to say, the calm enjoyable experience became overwrought with Pops endless craving to smoke, after less than 45 minutes we high-tailed it out of there with hopes of going back another time when he isn’t dying to smoke every other mile.


Sometimes you just have to grin and barn it!

He did end the day with a grand finale of, “This is what I think of your rules” when he lit up in the back of the car only miles from home, just because he wanted a smoke now and wasn’t about to wait another minute. I turned around and there he was, smoking away. Frustrated, I said, “Dad are you kidding me! You couldn’t wait just one minute?” We pull over, I finally get him to throw it down and I grind it into the ground until there’s nothing left. There was just no reasoning with him, but then again how can you when dementia is in the picture?  Seconds later the event has already been forgotten by dad, knowing there’s no reason to remain bothered, we do our best to join him in forgetting all about it.  Since this all happened a couple months ago, as you know things have drastically changed in the smoking department, thankfully.

Lefevre St. Bakery


The outside of the remodeled building that used to be Chan’s Chinese restaurant.

I can’t express how excited the town of Medical Lake is about the new bakery in town!



An adorable ambiance with a super cute guy in the picture

Deliciously divine and cute as can be!


Fresh baked huge pastries



Kayaking Medical Lake


Our first kayak outing, we brought pops and we had a little picnic afterwards. Thankfully he doesn’t wander off…..yet.


What a wonderfully serene experience it was!


There’s even a cup holder for iced coffee!            Livin the dream



Pops stayed and held down the park bench while we took our maiden voyage



I’ll never take this life for granted! I’m especially grateful to have this wonderful man as my traveling companion.



It’lldo, Ruby Sue, and My Love


In a previous post I’d mentioned that I was going to trade in Fancy (my Volkswagen Tiguan) for a different car. To my surprise it happened without any problems….except what to name her. She has a lot less miles, not as many bells and whistles and is exactly everything I could need, as if it were meant to be.

IMG_0916Who doesn’t want to owe more on something valued for less?! Yes, because Fancy had such problems I basically lost what it would cost to get it fixed. At least now I can afford things that need fixed with my Nissan Versa, plus I got an extended warranty that I plan to use this summer since there’s already a clunk when I turn the wheel. I couldn’t decide on a name for weeks, after going through tons of options I kept thinking about how we came together. She was my best option from the lot considering my situation and I remember saying to myself, well it’lldo. And there you go; she is now henceforth my baby girl, itlldo.


Plus she has cup holders in the right spot!!! Wahoooo!  not under the elbow like Fancy….why do they put cup holders is such inconvenience places sometimes?

Ruby Sue

Before our traveling days, I was a substitute rural carrier for the USPS in Medical Lake and I had a right side drive car named Ruby Sue the Subaru. She was a rock star out on the route and I sold her to my friends dad who is also a sub-carrier for a different town. They didn’t tell me at the time, but right after he got her, he let a family member borrow her and unfortunately had an accident. Thankfully no one was hurt.

He never even got to use her out on the route! Not even once!


My Love

Mitch now has a new occupation under his belt….yep, a substitute rural carrier for the City of Medical Lake! Being a sub carrier only guarantees one day a week of work, so he is also staying at the assisted living facility as a maintenance tech and now works 6 days a week. Knowing that he was going to need a car we asked about Ruby Sue and that’s when we heard the sad news about the accident. To our surprise, my friend’s dad said that we could just have her back if we wanted her. We met him about 45 minutes south of Spokane and saw my baby girl sitting in an open field with a beautiful view of the land, just enjoying her temporary retirement.


The front left side was damaged, the windshield had a hole from nothing other than a mailbox that was involved in the accident and still they were able to drive her to her current location. Such a tough ol’ gal!


Right then and there he signed over the title and just GAVE us back Ruby Sue the Subaru!!!! We were so grateful and counted our blessings all the way home. Now how to get her fixed.  Thankfully our wonderful massage lady Mikey (Whispering Palms in Medical Lake, affordable and amazing!) has an equally amazing husband named Steve who helped us get her to his place and fixed her up better than she was when I had her!



Rear window busted out as well

She looked worse than she really was and after taking her to see Steve Block the dinged up car whisperer, she was ready to hit the route.



Onto our next adventure, driving “new” old cars and looking forward to what the future holds.



The Irritation Magnification

We spent the first day of 2016 where else but working on the house, the whoville house. Christmas songs will now carry the memories of our days of working on the house. Both of us singing jingle bells at the top of our lungs while I painted and Mitch worked on leveling the bedroom floor. We’ve officially changed the name from the yeller feller, to the Whoville house, because it’s beyond wonky, crooked and if you tried, you couldn’t find a level wall or floor anywhere.


We’re slowly making progress, but from the get go, as with every house we’ve worked on, comes unexplainable frustration, but I’m still going to give it my best shot.  Where to begin…the dirt, the dirtiness, the dust, the smells and everywhere you look there’s something else that needs to get done. It’s as if the hopes and dreams of bringing something forgotten and dilapidated back to life become overshadowed with the suffocation of those self-created ideals.

I know normally I’m a positive, this too shall pass kind of person, but every now and then I feel the need to talk about the random littles of life that can get the angry monster inside to jump up and down, screaming in frustration.  Lately for me it’s the nail that just won’t come out, the sheetrock dust engulfing everything within reach, the mini blind brackets that shouldn’t be that difficult but are a nightmare and the itchy awfulness of the dreaded INSULATION!  As the stress mounts for us to finish the house, small annoyances seem magnified ten fold.  In those overwhelming moments the hope of ever truly finishing the house seems to be an unlikely reality.

Last month, after once again getting sheetrock dust all over me, I couldn’t stop the mental tirade of having to wash my hair. I know, maybe it sounds petty, but having super thick, normally dry hair, frequent washes are a no-no. When we’re getting dirty and dusty every night I end up having to wash the hair every night, and in turn people have actually asked me what I’ve done to my hair because it looks like Monica’s on the Friends episode when they go to Barbados! Imagine their shock when I tell them all I did was wash it! After letting all the house work go down the drain I came to a clear and decisive conclusion; if, in the future, we end up getting another house to remodel, I’m going make like GI Jane and shave it all off!  No, seriously, and I’ll totally be all serious and intense, just being sooo over it! It won’t be me trying to make the cut, it’ll be me trying not to go nuts! Yes, remodeling a house can really take one to the brink of eating checkers and crayons!

That’s our life right now, powering through the pain, slowly putting one foot in front of the other, trying to run a foot race with our shoes tied, sometimes tripping, and leaning on each other and our faith, knowing that we are now one step closer to completion. Dragging ourselves home from a long days work we once again say to each other “well, we’re closer than we were when we started this morning.”

I’m not proud to admit this but I literally cried during our remodeling process when Mitch unintentionally laid his overalls on mine after he’d been crawling around in the attic. To me, sheetrock is like sauerkraut, and insulation is like liver! Beyond dislike, can’t stand it and super yucked out by it! The tears were more of being over whelmed, frustrated and farther in debt, but leave it to a little insulation to put me over the edge.

The first couple months we weren’t in it alone! We found great help on Craigslist, funny enough we thought it was a friend of ours named Tom advertising his help so we sent a silly text at first, come to find out they just had the same first name with the same skills.



Craigslist “Tear it down”Tom!

Also, our first renters grandsons were a great help too! Unfortunately their availability ran thin around them same time as our funds dried up.





Of course no house remodel would be complete without the help of our friend!


Mitch and “Demolition Man Mike”


There comes a time when pride gets in the way of progress and after we ran out of money to pay for help we swallowed that pride and called friends for help.


Pops came over cheer us on and was so comfortable he fell asleep!

One of Mitch’s friends came from out of town and volunteered his time before we even asked for help.

ron mitch

He came one weekend in January with his girlfriend, Tina and they both worked with us on the house all weekend, then they even worked on the house for us while we both went to work one day!   Talk about above and beyond.


For them to be so selfless with their time, especially when we so desperately needed it, what an amazing gift they gave us. It will never be forgotten!


The mini blind brigade, Karen, me and Stacey

It just seems so much harder this time around. Maybe because our bodies are older, or that for now its going to be a rental, and not our new home…. Or it could just be that during the winter months it’s hard to get motivated, especially when the house we’re working in is freezing cold because we don’t have heaters hooked up yet and the ones we did have either stopped working or costs way to much to keep it half warm. Yeah, its all those reasons and still none of them are really good excuses. But……SPRING is in the air! Today it is 55 degrees and we really really really think that this might be our last weekend to work on the house and it’ll be done. For the last 5 months I’ve been saying that we should be done in a couple of weeks, but seriously Mitch is even saying that we should finally be done this weekend! Things have come together better than we’d imagined and the house looks really nice! Finally I’ll be able to share pictures from beginning to end on my next post!

Thanks for listening, I feel better already!

Now onto a few of my favorite finds during these trying time.

Earlier in our remodeling I stepped on a rusty staple because I was wearing tennis shoes, after digging it out, two weeks later, there were still particles of that staple in my foot! Lesson, proper foot attire is a must! Walmart has a pair of good work boots and they only cost $20!



Now that I’ve gotten my feet covered, I have to share what is ESSENTIAL for dry cracked hands, it’s O’keeffe’s working hands.


I had this crack in my thumb for a week and half, and it was still as painful as the first day it happened!



I used this for 3 days straight at night


It was almost totally healed after three days!!!

Overalls are super handy when it comes to really getting into the middle of a mess, especially when spiders and cobwebs are involved, mainly because you can duct tape the legs and sleeves so they can’t crawl up your clothes! Eeeeeeks. I got mine from Napa, they are pre-used and come in the next day when you order them. They are all different and if one large is too small ask for a different large.


Mitch and I in our Napa overalls

My last favorite find is a cold brew coffee maker!


Oh yes it is that awesome, especially since I make myself an iced coffee everyday it has saved me tons of time, my ice doesn’t melt when I mix it because the coffee is cold and it’s even easier to make because it’ll make at least 6 cups of coffee, meaning my whole week is pretty much covered in the coffee department!



If you”re ever in our neck of the woods come on over and I’ll fix you up an iced coffee too!  Just don’t be surprised if we put you to work 🙂

Savoring 75

As each day passes by, Pops struggles to keep his mind straight, trying to remember what he’s doing or how to complete the task at hand.  Depending on the moment, is what defines his experience, he can be completely coherent or lost to the point of frustration. It’s comical at times, like last week when I gave him his inhaler to take his morning puffs and he was so confused that he thought it was the remote and tried to change the channel. I laughed at how adorable he was and then explained what it was really for.


simplifying pops remote for him

It also comes with new worries, taking us into the role of parents and he’s our child.  Sometimes he isn’t able to figure our how to call us, so now we have a door bell button for him to push and plan to get a baby monitor just so we can keep an eye on him.


The toughest though, is the glimpse of what’s to come….he won’t know it’s me.  Pops turned 75 this Saturday, and friends and family were calling him to say Happy Birthday.  Mitch’s sister, Cindy, was on the phone with Dad when I went over to his place and he was saying, “ok baabay”, a name he calls me in a tone that he uses with me.  He said good bye and I asked him who it was, and he said, “That was Shawna…yeah, I’m pretty sure…, that was Shawna.”   I said, “Papa, how can that be me when I’m right here?” He was completely confused, and said, “I don’t know, she sounded like you.”  I played it off and consoled him saying, “Well Pops, people say her and I look alike, so it wouldn’t be too far off if we sounded alike too!  Plus we both love you big bunches.”  Truth be told, my heart sunk, tears welled up in my eyes and I got a lump in my throat, knowing that he’s not going to get better.  I take a couple deep breathes, calm my fears of him not knowing me someday and remind myself that how ever it plays out, we’ll ride it out together, all three of us as a family, a team, based on faith and love.

The most wonderful dad in the world

The most wonderful dad in the world

Mitch and I wanted to do more for Pops birthday than just going out to dinner for his big 75, so we entertained the idea of going to Chuck E Cheese. The idea of playing air hockey, skeet ball and getting our pictures taken in the photo booth with Papa sounded like fun, until we thought about having to share that space with more than 50 screaming, running, possibly crying kids. Since Mitch had to work this Saturday me and Pops were to meet Mitch and a couple of friends at option # 2, Golden Corral, the best buffet in town. Before meeting our friends for dinner we stopped in at a Huckleberry’s/Rosauers, as I came driving up to the door to drop Pops off we see a handsome fella taking a ride.


Howdy there cowboy!

Maybe we can make our own fun here!


Instead of a go cart, pops cruises from one side of the store to the other on the motorized shopping cart

There's even a game to play

There’s even a game to play

Mitch gets one for Pops on his 3rd try! wahoo what a fun birthday time

Mitch gets one for Pops on his 3rd try! wahoo what a fun birthday time

They even have Ducky Dynasty stickers and tattoos!

They even have Ducky Dynasty stickers and tattoos!


Living the dream, winning a love bear, wearing Duck Dynasty sticker, cruising around with the motorized shopping cart.

Lets finish the fun and all of us get neck tattoos!





Best time ever at a grocery store, thanks Rousauers!

We worked up an appetite, so it's a good thing we had every option of food imaginable!

We worked up an appetite, so it’s a good thing we had every option of food imaginable!

The waiters came and sang Happy Birthday to Pops, we stuffed ourselves silly and cherished the quality time we got to spend together with friends.