Thursday, October 04, 2007

New Beginnings

I will not delete this blog, it's part of my history. If you'd like to keep up with me, this is my new blog!

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Some Days...

Some days are hard because I miss you two so much. I made chicken and dumplings the other night and I thought about you, Monty. I remembered how I'd share all the meals I'd make with you. When I'd serve you chicken and dumplings, you'd eat everything but the peas. I'd pick up your bowl and find a dozen peas at the bottom of the bowl. I couldn't figure out how you could pick them out.



I thought about you Missy, when it was thundering. I remembered how scared you were of the loud claps of thunder because they sound like a shotgun. I almost went and opened my closet door because that was your favorite hiding place. I hope someone opens the closet for you now when you are scared.



I thought about you both when J and I went for a hike at SanLee Park. For nearly three years, before we moved to the farm, it was our daily ritual. You two would be so excited as we pulled up. You'd make high pitched squeals and dance around with delight in the back of the Explorer. When I released you, you'd barrel down the trails tracking the deer and chasing the squirrels.



The owner of the obedience school came into the restaurant the other day. After I waited on her, I remembered all the learning we did together, Monter. You were the superstar of puppy class, learning how to sit after just a few minutes. You excelled in obedience and I was always proud to be holding the end of your leash. Although you were never fast in agility, you always were careful and hit all the contact zones. I loved that bonding time with you, how you shined.


“As I look back on all that's happened..growing up, growing together, changing you, changing me -- there were times when we dreamed together, when we laughed and cried together. As I look back on those days, I realize how much I truly miss you and how much I truly love you. The past may be gone forever..and whatever the future holds, our todays make the memories of tomorrow. So, my lifetime friend, it is with all my heart that I send you my love, hoping that you'll always carry my smile with you, for all we have meant to each other and for whatever the future may hold.”

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Hopscotch Champion

A few evenings ago, J and I were sitting on the porch after I came home from work. Lulu and her Mama, Tammy, came outside. Lulu thinks I am the gift goddess now. Everytime she looks up and sees me sitting in my chair, she'll hold her little arms up in the air "HI Chelle!". At first, I just dropped flowers down to her. Now, I have to think of new gifts for Lulu. Some evenings it's candy, Special K 90 calorie snack packs or yogurt. When I was cleaning out the soap shed, I found a Halloween rubber ducky soap I'd made and brought it back to the ghetto for Lulu. I ran inside the apartment and fetched the Count Duckula soap that was in a clear box tied with halloween ribbon. I dropped it down to Lulu and she acted like I had given her a golden egg. She wasn't quite sure what to do with it, she was just excited about the clear, square box and fancy ribbon. I thought about childhood innocence. A Reese's peanut butter cup brightens her entire day. She kept trying to give the Duckula soap back to me as if she didn't deserve it. I kept assuring her that it was hers to keep.

Tammy came outside with some chunky colored chalk sticks for Lulu. She ran to the asphalt and started scribbling. Mama D. came outside and grabbed a chalk stick and started drawing boxes. When she was finished, she had created a hopscotch board with an extra box because she had been drinking one too many. Mama D. started jumping across the board with Lulu following behind like Tigger. Mama Dee called up me, "Come on down here, Chelle. Let's have a hopscotch match.

It was sprinkling and I was tired. I was going to pass up the offer until Mama D. started talking smack about how she could beat me. I told J I'd be right back. He asked where I was going. "Inside, I have to change my shoes, I can't be a hopscotch champion wearing flip flops!" I went inside and put on a brand spanking new pair of blue "Mephisto" All Rounders. I had bought them for work but they informed me I was only allowed to wear black or white shoes on the floor. I walked down to the board and Mama D. said, "Damn girl look at those shoes!". I said, "Mama D. you must not know 'bout me." Beyonce's song, "Irreplacable" was one of my anthems when I left. I used to listen to it over and over, I think it secretly drives J crazy. Anytime someone smarts off to me now, I reply, "You must not know 'bout me, I can have another you in a minute."

I don't think J knew how competitive I can be. Mama D. and I discussed the rules. I haven't played hopscotch for 23 years. I found a good rock and it was on like Donkey Kong. I threw the rock into box one hopped over it and picked it back up after the turn around. Lulu gleefully squealed like a little pig as she watched Mama D. and I compete. When Mama D. saw she had some stiff competition on her hands, she decided to change the rules. Now, when I picked up the rock after the turn around, I wasn't to touch the ground with my free hand. Tammy was keeping score. J was trying to keep Lulu occupied by drawing pictures with the colored chalk. Lulu was the rock stealer. Everytime I threw my rock, she'd scurry across the board like a little mouse and steal my rock. Instead to making her hand it over, I would find a new one which messed my lead up some because I would have to judge how hard to throw a new rock.

When I got to box eight, Mama D. was stuck on box five. Her rock just wouldn't stay in the box. Tammy shouted out, "Look at Chelle's legs! Go legs, Go!". That was all the encouragement I needed and I cleared the board and became hopscotch champion. The rain picked up and J and I went inside. The next morning when I went to work, the drawings and the hopscotch board were gone, washed away by the rain. For about twenty minutes that evening, I felt that childhood innocence again. Nothing mattered but the rock and hopping across the board and I giggled like a seven year old.