Lunch with Mom

Between our busy schedules, I do not get to see my mom nearly as often as I’d like. At the beginning of 2013, I moved my monthly homeopathic appointments to Wednesday so that while I was on her end of town I would be able to visit her. Last Wednesday was the first Wednesday things worked out that we were able to meet.

I was excited. Although we catch up on the phone several times a week, it’s always great to have one on one time with her in person. After all, my mom is one of my very best friends and one of my favorite people in the world. She is someone I share so much of my life with. Someone I can be myself around (even when I am feeling sensitive or blue, or just have a lot on my plate), someone I laugh with and confide in—everything from the joys and struggles in life and with my health to the calls I used to make to her about figuring out the first few years of this thing called marriage. She is always there for me. Continue reading

Happy 3rd Birthday to Jonah, one of my Favorite Type 3′s!

I turn 3 today!!

I turn 3 today!!

Three years ago today our darling dog Jonah was born in the Southern state of Kentucky. Arriving in this world as a stray, Homeward Bound Dog Rescue brought Jonah and his family up to Minnesota where they could be adopted into a loving home. At just nine weeks old we adopted this sweet little guy (on my birthday!). What a great birthday present he was. (Some cute puppy pics of Jonah to come soon in an Almost Wordless Wednesday post!). Continue reading

45… is that bad?

Editor’s note: This is a guest blog post written by my loving husband and biggest supporter, Jaim. We just celebrated our four year wedding anniversary in December.

 

45… is that bad?

This was my response as my date pricked her finger and pressed it against an electrical device she had pulled from her purse.

We were walking back from a restaurant where we’d had a nice meal and stayed a while to listen to the music. I didn’t realize when we left I was about receive a sobering lesson on the effects of dinner & a beer on someone who’s pancreas doesn’t function like it’s supposed to. Continue reading