So, what is with cats...

Okay, so, what is it with cats. Why do they change their favorite sleeping spot more than some people change the bedding they sleep on, cats sleep here one minute and someplace else two minutes later.

Our cat Lucky for instance, her former favorite sleeping spot was behind my husband’s recliner, well, okay I can kind of see her changing her mind on that one given as it would be a rather high traffic area at times.

Her other haunts are:

· my husbands shoes – in the bedroom behind the door
· my shoes – wherever they land
· the back of the loveseat – when there is a blanket there
· in front of the fireplace – when there is a blanket there
· her tent, that a co-worker gave me for her that is out in the sunroom
· underneath our bed – mostly when it is raining
· under the couch – mostly when it is raining and she can’t get into our bedroom to get under the bed.

I am sure there are many more that I am not aware of, oh wait, how did I forget – just about any empty box that she can fit herself into.

She abandoned the tent during the cold months, but I noticed yesterday that with the windows opened in the screen room and the return of warm weather she was once again happily curled up in her tent.

So, what is it with cat’s why do they sleep around – in more ways than one ;)

To be...or not to be....

Okay, so I do realize that I am not the first person to go back to school at my age, 46. Yet, it still is a daunting aspect to me. I pretty much blamed my lack of desire to go on in school on my poor math skills.

Or I blamed it on the fact that I really did not know what I wanted to go to school for, heck I still don’t but none the less I am going. I have always been envious of those who just always knew what they wanted to be. How do you decide?

My mother became a nurse. She was the first on in her family, well, the only one of the 6 kids to go on in school. My father, well he actually did not graduate from high school. He joined the Navy and after getting out he went to work for General Motors.

My oldest sister, Sally, followed my mother into nursing, and she enjoyed it. But it sure was not my cup of tea. It takes a certain kind of person to be a nurse. Nurses have something special deep in their hearts at least that is how I feel about those who choose that profession.

My middle sister, Judy, followed my father into the GM world and is now a retired shop rat at the age of 54.

I started with GM, worked for a year and was laid off. I had the option to go to work at the Saturn plant in Tennessee and opted to take the buyout they offered. Was that a mistake, maybe, but I’m where I was meant to be.

I was a bit of a tomboy growing up, I loved to hang with my father, whether it was going out to the school house to mow the lawn or just watching him make something out of wood on his band saw. My father thought I should follow him into the Navy, he went so far as to put my name on one of those “invites” that used to be in the magazines for recruiters….yep….I got a call from a recruiter one day and was a little surprised.

But, nope, the Navy was not for me either.

So…what do I want to be when I grow up? What do I want to go to school for? To be or not to be what??? Well, I still don’t know but for now I am starting to practice what I have been preaching to my niece, Julie, get your basics you just may stumble on something that you want to do along the way.

Getting back on the bike!

Wow, I knew it had been a long time since I have posted an entry on my blog. So long that my husband took me off his links on his blog. He is pretty religious about posting entries on his blog, but me, I was always a once in awhile poster. Once in awhile turned into - "how do I get to my blog again?".

Well, blog world I am back. I will try and be more attentive to you.

In a lot of ways I have still be adjusting to life with out my mom in it, as I may have mentioned I always knew it would hit me hard. I just did not realize how hard. I don't expect anyone to understand, and really know one can losing someone you love is really and individual thing. Everyone accepts, or copes in there own way.

Losing the first parent sucks the breath out of you, like a sucker punch from your worst enemy - death. When you lose your last parent, wow, well to me anyway it has been quite diffacult to accept. My husband has lost both parents, and he knows, but, again we all deal with it differently.

How come we never realize how much someone means to us until their gone? When you can't call them every morning on your break, or call them to say - "hey, how do you do this?". Or call them to share the latest events in your life - "hey, guess what..." Reality bites!

It struck me the other day too, that in my immediate family all three of the loved ones we have lost have passed away around someones birthday. First my father, February 9, 1996. Four days after my middle sisters 50th birthday. Then my oldest sister, Sally, passed away on April 16, 1999, one day after her own 45th birthday. I'm now older than she ever was. Lastly, my mom suffered her anurysm on my birthday, October 3, 2008 and passed away one day before her own birthday, October 6th. I had always loved that our birthdays were so close.

I have to learn to like my birthday again....hated the last one as it made it a year since losing my mom.

My mother did so much for me all my life, and I don't think I showed the appreciation that I should have.

Well, I am getting back on the bike in many ways. I started taking classes at our community college, which is a bit daunting, hopefully I don't get a flat tire on the bike!