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Quote of the Day:

"Don't try so hard to make your man a good husband that you don't have time to be a good wife."

-- "Never Ask a Man the Size of His Spread: A Cowgirl's Guide to Life" - Gladiola Montana


Such was our lives as we moved from the home we knew for 10+ years.

Now, the four of us were living in an upstairs bedroom. I had the fur children’s litter boxes at one end of the room and the food and water bowls at the other end. We did have our own bathroom.

It was hard creating a daily ritual in someone else’s home. But me, being the Virgo and needing a plan, attempted to create some kind of schedule.

By now, I am totally out of the habit of exercising daily. I did get out and walk a couple of times but I could not create the habit. Although being on the second floor, I went up and downstairs frequently. I did walk around the property to water the various plants and trees. I got to see lots of little lizards. Since we were in the country, I was glad I did not come upon any snakes.

So, mornings were spent taking care of the fur kids. I would clean the litter boxes, groom them, vacuum the carpet, and put out fresh food and water. Then I would get myself ready for the day. Since Michael was still the night owl, he slept in and would arise later in the morning.

Afternoons were spent reading or watching TV. When our friend came home from work, we would sit outside on the back patio and enjoy the weather as she decompressed.

Then she would make dinner. What a good cook she was. Michael and I would help clean up after dinner. We were both good about taking out the trash and then the garbage cans on garbage day.

One way that our friend’s home felt like home was because she became the recipient of our refrigerator. Like the washer and dryer, we had no time to sell it. We knew our friend needed a new fridge and ours was practically brand new. Lucky for us our friend said yes to the refrigerator.

It was an interesting time staying with her. One was her strange boyfriend (sbf) and his cool dog. The dog was part pit bull but very friendly. The only problem with the dog was he peed and pooped every where. Eeeeuuuuuu. The sbf was what I would call a spoon. He liked to stir things up and be in drama. This was why Michael and I kept to our room for most of the time because we did not want to be a part of it.

The fun part of living with our friend is she got me to watch Dancing with the Stars. I had not watched any of the reality shows before but I do like dancing. I was hooked. Week after week, I would tune in with her. The season we watched, they had one of our hometown boys, Chuck “The Iceman” Liddell dancing. He did pretty well for a mixed martial arts champion. We voted for him every time he was on. Since that time, I have not watched the show since.

As all things do, there came a time when we needed to find another home. We had been in a conversation with people we knew who lived in the north county and had moved to the greater metropolitan Denver area in Colorado. They invited us to come and co-habit with them until we got on our feet.

Michael was not finding work and we could not find a residence we could afford so we thought, “why not.” The folks from Denver came to town to pick us up and to visit friends. All during this, we are loading all of our belongings into a HUGE U-Haul truck with trailer for our truck.

The packing took about three days and finally we were ready to hit the road. With our bags packed we took off on a sunny California day. Little did we know what we were in for.

Now I grew up in Maine and lived in Kansas for 12 years. I know about snow and cold. It was because of the snow and cold that brought me to California. Yeah, we have earthquakes but where we live there has only been one major earthquake. I have personally felt the one back in 1989 that was in the Bay Area and some other smaller ones but that is it.

Getting back to the snow and cold, Michael and I talked about this. I told him my reasons for moving to California. However, he is my husband, yes, we did get married in February of 2008, and I would go where he goes. Besides, I used to cross country ski in Maine and downhill ski in Colorado whilst I lived in Kansas. I felt I could re-acclimate and get back into skiing. It would be fun wouldn’t it?

Well, into the land of ice and snow we go. . .

Mz. Em

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