My husband and I have lived in this same apartment now for over 7 years. We really love it here. We are central to all the things that are important to us, good restaurants, movies, shopping. Most of our closer friends live within 45 minutes of us and Our commute time to work by California standards is pretty close god-sent, mine is 20 mins and Lonnie is about 30 and NO freeways. Our apartment is a modest one bedroom but we have an amazing backyard.
It’s big enough to support three fruit trees, peach, nectarine and plum as well as a veggie garden in the Summer. I love where we live. We have been Blessed to have some amazing neighbors. When Lonnie first moved here, he became friends with a few of the other residents who I then became friends with by proxy. As time moved on people cam and went often within a year yet there remained for quite a few years this core set of neighbors. We would look out for each other, we became closer, followed each others life events supporting each others journeys. The people that were just neighbors became friends and extended family. I think that’s what happens when people stay put. In a lot of movies and for some reason most of them seem to take place in New York or Philadelphia there is this depiction of whole generations growing up in the same neighborhood with the same familys in the same home and how close everyone becomes. It almost always portrayed as an essential component of the character, its what gives them strength, motivates them on some level to overcome.
So Lonnie and I were talking a bit about this the other day when we were walking Mr. Fancypants on his after dinner walk. One of our long term neighbors had been slowly moving things into her car. We wondered if she were moving. I had spoken with her about a month or so before the cast and the walker and she shared that she had injured herself and was now going on disability. I happened to bump into her about two weeks ago, I was coming home, she was going somewhere. I told her Lonnie and I had noticed her moving stuff out to her truck, she said yes she was moving at the end of October, moving back East to be with her family and grand-babys. It made me a little sad actually because she had been such a good neighbor, she was even a customer of my business a few years back. It also made me sad because she shared that this wasn’t how she had planned it to go. She always planned to move back East, just not this way or now, it was always going to be in a few years. Well this past weekend was her last here, she’s now back East. Lonnie and I helped her move some things that were a bit heavy for her. We actually ended up with her bookcase, there’s a whole blog posting coming about how you merge your lives before with your married life. I think there a number of comedy skits that have said already what I will be saying. She stopped by on her last day to give me her contact info. I plan on keeping in-touch. She was the second to last of the neighbors we’ve grown close to. There is one of family left I can’t imagine them moving, we’ve become such good friends, they are like family to us.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t post a link to my YouTube channel proposal video. I posted the video of my proposal to Lonnie awhile back and just kind of left it at that. Well about a few months ago I decided to check in on it see if anyone had viewed it. I do like to watch it now and again. It almost always makes me cry happy tears, reminding me of why I love my SnuggleButt husband so very very much even when he’s being annoying from time to time (as we all are). Well, long story short the blessed video has garnered over 50,000 views. I’m like #WOW. The thing for me is that there were some very sweet and lovely messages from guys that had seen our propsal video and it has inspried them they too will find their own love one day and that sort of thing. So here it is, please enjoy, feel free to comment and share with your own Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and other social media sites.
Some interesting new things. Lonnie and I finally took the plunge into the raging waters of pet parenthood this weekend. We’ve been talking on and off about adopting a rescue dog. We even went looking a few weekends back at the Orange County animal shelter. I will try to avoid all mention of just how sad the situation is for so many living beings. It is an unbearable thought. So we looked and there a couple of cute dogs there but none that really clicked with us. Lonnie found the Irvine animals shelter and we’ve been looking online at doggies up for adoption. We went over there this weekend after we called about one that we both thought was cute and might be a match for us. The short version is he wasn’t and neither were the other two we looked at and tried to interact with. One of them was all friendly and licky licky when he was in his housing but as soon as he came out he literally laid on the ground and wouldn’t move. He was obviously trying to say as loudly as he could NOT ME. We were a bit sad by the whole thing and had one more dog to interact with. They called him Hasbro, like the toy company. Lonnie and looked at each other and knew that that name would NEVER stick. So we went over to his housing, knelt down and he was immediately affectionate and loving through the bars in his housing. We got to take him out on a leash and I knew immediately that he was going home with us. He was so immediately comfortable with the both of us. He played, gave us kisses, laid down and chilled out with us. So a trip home to get a copy of our pet friendly lease and we are now the proud and LOVING parents of Mr. Fancypants, Esq.
Besides Lonnie, I never suspected that I could so immediately love another being as much as I love Mr. Fancypants, Fancy if your nasty. He is like our child. I want nothing but the best for him. He is truly a combination of the two of us. He’s gregarious, loud, absolutely adorable, always knows where the camera is and simultaneously subborn and wants his way. He is also incredibly loving, giving generous and playful. He likes being on our laps or close to us. I can’t wait to get him into a groomer and buy all sorts of fun and necessary toys for him. And the cherry on the cake is that He and Behr Craig-Saunders are nap buddys. See for yourself
So a lot has been going on lately all around me. Lonnie and I have seemingly fallen into a regular routine again. This is something we both are happy about and value greatly but seem to take for granted when its happening. Work is as its seemingly always been. I came close to finding work in Orange county about a month ago only to the offer rescinded as I was just finishing up planning my great escape from the day jail I call work now. My current job provides me a much clearer living picture of what Catholics call purgatory. The Blessed relief is that enough prayers are uttered for my souls escape and seemingly I break free to drive through the dark tunnel that is the 405 freeway straight to Sanctuary,or as most people call it Home. I’m looking for my new day prison a bit closer to home and grateful that I have my current job to keep things floating I guess I’ve reached that age were I’m just over what I’m doing, too tired to figure out were my real passion lies. I’m guessing it has something to do with lounging in my recliner and doing nothing but I haven’t really seen any jobs listed on CareerBuilder for this lately (or ever). I’ll continue to look for IT jobs closer to home that will use the skills I have and make room for the areas I still find interesting. I know that I would love to work with new technology, reviewing, playing breaking and fixing. I’m just not sure how those ideas translates into a six figure income.
In other news Facebook is seemingly all about three things these days. politics which normally I love discussing, arguing and prophesying about. It’s getting harder these days to find anyone to argue politics with in a civilized way. I mean seriously just look at your average Trump rally. Those people can’t even tolerate each other let alone someone that has questions or disagrees with them. the second meme making the rounds is transgender issues and bathroom access. I find it amusing that this hasn’t been an issue, truly hasn’t been an issue for CIS people (non-transgendered people) mostly because they’ve never had to think about it until now. The best image/idea that I’ve seen about the subject was a woman holding a sign that read. “it wasn’t really about water fountains back in the 50’s and its not really about bathrooms now.” Being crude I think is appropriate here, take a leak in the bathroom you feel most comfortable in. If you’re a trans woman, use the woman’s room or a trans man use the men’s room. This is not about perverts looking to prey on children. It is about people needing to pee. Lastly, if you’re letting your child go into a bathroom by unaccompanied , you have bigger issues.
And finally some reality blew my way a couple of weeks ago. My father passed away (at home thankfully). As I’ve told most people, he and I had a complicated relationship. I guess that’s probably true of my familial ties. The short version of the story is that he was in and out the picture for the first two years of my life. After my mother was killed when I was 3, he was gone completely with the one 15 min visit I had at a hotel some here when I was around 12. I found him after a 25 year absence and we got to know each other as adults. He was accepting of me and my partner at the time but soon after had a “coming to Jesus” moment and suddenly I was an object of shame and judgment. I kept in touch with him because he was my father and it was the right thing to do. His wife, Nana, called me to let me know that he wasn’t doing well and I’ll be forever grateful to her for that. He had asked to speak to me (while he was still fully here). He told me he loved me and I told him that no matter what I would always love him. He got to reconcile with a couple of people he had estranged. I’m happy for him that he got to do this. So he’s gone now along with my birth mother. I’m mostly ok with things but I still have moments of intense sadness. Its not that I miss him, we barely had a relationship however it’s what he came to represent for me. I have the rest of my growing up family as well as the family Lonnie and I have together. Overall its been a pretty intense first quarter of the year. I’m just glad that I have my husband. I highly recommend you find either a husband or its equally useful counterpart, the wife.
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