You won't believe what all I have been dealing with. Unbelievable!
Anyway, while in conversation with my dear boyfriend it came up in conversation that I had a huge headache (which is not surprising considering the day) and I asked him when I was supposed to start. Yes, I know you probably don't want to hear this and it's probably inappropriate but it's my blog and I can talk about what I want to so hush!
He said if I didn't keep up with it, why should he? Good point, huh? So, we continue the conversation. For some reason I was full of agitation about everything and the following dialog ensued:
Beloved boyfriend: Hmmm Me: What??? Beloved boyfriend: Remember what we were talking about earlier? Me: Yeah... Beloved boyfriend: The answer to that question is SOON. (Big smiles) ME: ....
I'm just glad it's Friday. Have a great weekend all!
Tonight we went to see Eight Below and took Mom with us.
It was a good movie. Slow at first but a good family movie all in all. So good in fact, that when I got home I ran through the house with Buster (our dog) yelling, "Here's our one below!" Shane and Jace just took it all in stride.
Of course, now I think I need to run right out and get a husky. (Don't worry, I won't!) Those beautiful dogs just stole my heart!
I won't ruin it for those of you that haven't seen it BUT there is one part that gave me a little startle... Okay, it was a BIG startle -- so big in fact that I was the only one in the theatre that screamed and jumped in my seat. Yeah, it was pretty bad. Especially since after I collected myself together, I turned to my Mom and (wink wink) while patting her said "It's ok, Mom...."
Later she said she didn't know what scared her the most, the scene in the movie or my screaming. Poor Mom!!
This morning we had turkey bacon with breakfast. Yumm, yumm, yummy!
I like it EXTRA crispy. Does it get better than this I ask you?
Well, this morning I was in rare form and our breakfast conversation went like this with my lovely 2 boy breakfast duo: (Let's see if you can pick out which son is the morning person and which son is the morning creature from the black lagoon)
Me: Who wants bacon? Shane: FINE Jace: Me, me, me.. Me: Well, it's turkey bacon! Shane: So???? Jace: Oh goodie! Me: And you know what they say about turkey bacon, don't you? Jace: (in deep thought) Shane: (rolling eyes and shaking head) Me: It just makes you wanna 'gobble' it all up! Jace: (giggling) Shane: (blank stare)...
And for tomorrow we are having Jenny O's turkey sausages. Don't worry, I'll keep you posted!
In the last few weeks of my Dad's life he was sometimes confused. The first thing I did upon arriving to see him was to see how coherent he was and give him a big hug and kiss.
One day when I got there, he looked over and saw me coming and said, "Look who is here! It's Nicole!" With a cringing smile I walked over and gave him a big hug and said, "It's me, Dad!" He replied that he knew it was me, his little angel.
That brought me back to when I was in the 6th grade and had the lead role in the Christmas play. Dad had found coverage to come see me that night from his shift. He got to see his 'little angel' in the play and at the end he grabbed a program and had me sign it. He was certain that I was going to be famous someday and had me sign the program "To my Daddy", saying that one day that program was going to be priceless.
So, in those last few weeks of my Dad's life we talked about that. I let him know that HE was my angel in ways he never knew.
At my Dad's funeral, each of my 3 sisters got up and read a written prepared speech. I have written volumes about the relationship w/ my Dad but I didn't have anything prepared, so when they were done everyone looked at me. Having nothing prepared I repeated the story of Nicole, the Christmas angel and how special my Dad was.
As I looked around the church auditorium full of people coming to say good-bye to my Dad I reminded everyone there that no matter how much all of our love put together for my Dad was, that God loved him SO much more. With that, my sisters and I walked off the church stage and took our seats.
I regret not having some better memory to share or some special anecdote but I just felt some things were just too intimate and personal to share right then and I couldn't get through it.
Dad died November 28th so I have had over 2 months to look back and think of all the things I could have/should have said or done. I have to let those regrets go and know that my Dad knows exactly how I feel about him. I was the only daughter that got to spend the last day with him and for that I am forever grateful. He knew who I was that day and I told him good-bye.
My Mom recently cleaned out the nightstand that was on my Dad's side of the bed.
In that nightstand was the program I signed for my Dad in 1979. He had slept with it beside him in his nightstand for all these years...
Now, the program is in my nightstand. So, yes -- my Dad was right. This program IS priceless.. to me.