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Thank you all for your lovely thoughts and comments on my last post. I have to say that I am feeling a little bit better and will continue to feel better as time goes by. Yesterday I received a card from my vet's office with this poem. Once you read it you will understand why I broke down.

I've been keeping pretty busy, packing, meeting with my realtor, making moving arrangements, working oh yeah and getting ready for my trip to London.

I would say that my house is probably half packed. I will be taking a trip to NH tomorrow to bring up as many boxes as I can. I'm paying the movers by the hour so I want them to have to only move the furniture.

So, here's how the rest of my time down here looks. Thursday afternoon the movers come and pack up my house. Thursday night I go to my going away party. Thursday after the party I sleep in my car because my house will be empty and it will be too late to drive to NH. Just kidding, I'll probably stay with my friend. Friday morning I race up to my new apartment to meet the movers (if my brother's around he said he would be there). Friday I unpack and Saturday I unpack. Sunday I drive to NJ. Monday I leave for London. The following Sunday I fly back from London. Monday I drive home and stop and pick up Smokey on my way. Tuesday I start my brand new job. Woo hoo go me.

As you can see it is going to be a busy week and a half. I will probably end up going offline next weekend and not being back until I return from London. I will be sure to stop by and say my good-byes.

I'm exhausted just typing all that. And how are you doing?

You Will Forever Live On In My Heart

I just stopped by to let you all know that my beloved Zeke was laid to rest at about 9:45 this morning. I said my good-byes to him and left the room while my man stayed with him until the end. Since I had the option, I chose to have my last memory of him be one where he was still alive. I waited out in the waiting room and when my man came out he was crying too. All three of the technicians had hugged and kissed him and said good-bye and they all hugged me and cried with me.

I know deep down in my heart that this was best for him and he's not hurting or struggling anymore, but it doesn't make it any easier. I'm thankful that I had the chance to say good-bye to him and to spoil him a little bit before. My heart is goes out to all of those who lost their pets suddenly.

Thankfully, I have some great memories of Zeke and thanks to those memories he will forever live on in my heart.

Zeke, I hope that wherever you are, you're happy and that you can run and jump and play and do all of the things you couldn't. I love you very much and will cherish your memory everyday of my life. Thank you for all the joy and love you brought me.

Hang On

I've started packing for the big move. Today I got some wonderful advice from a very intelligent person and good friend. She told me to pack for my London trip before I pack my boxes for the move, this way even after I move, I'll be prepared for my trip since I leave the day after I move. Yes that's right, the day after. Good times.

So, I popped in a movie (Dukes of Hazzard, I thought it was cute), and packed up my entire triple dresser and part of my bureau. Next, my shoes. I need more boxes. I really hate packing. Anyone want to come over and have a packing party with me?

Well, I just wanted to stop by and keep you all up to date on the move. Well, besides the need to pack up all of my belongings and relocate within the next 3 weeks, there isn't much else going on.

Anyway, it's back to the grind for me. I'll be in touch!

NEWSFLASH

I have some major news, well at least in my humble little world, it's major.

Two years ago I relocated to Connecticut when my job was moved. My company asked me to move and I said ok. I thought at the time, and I still think, that the move was a good idea. If I hadn't of moved, I wouldn't joined the online dating site and met many of you and I wouldn't have met my man.

Well all of my family is still in NH and I miss it up there. I miss my family, my niece and nephew and the familiarity of knowing where the hell I'm going. Well, for the last 6 months I've been checking the listings to see if I could find a job back up there.

Well, today it happened, I received a call offering me a job back in NH. I accepted. I have three weeks to pack up my belongings, sell my house and move to NH. The good news is that my brother owns apartment buildings and has some vacancies and is letting me move right in dirt cheap.

Now, here's the bad news. This is something that I have wanted for a very long time and ordinarily I would be bouncing out of my seat excited. However, this move means that I have to put my beloved Zeke to rest. Fortunately, he has just celebrated his 10th birthday and according to the vet, he has lived a long full life for a dog in his condition. Still, it doesn't make it any easier and he's just getting worse by the day.

It's so hard to be so excited and so sad all at once. My family on the other hand, is doing cartwheels because I'm coming home. Something tells me that these next three weeks are going to go by faster than I can possibly imagine.

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day seems to be either loved or hated by most people. I am 30 years old and have never celebrated a Valentine's Day with any of my ex-boyfriends and I was in relationships for 6 years straight and nothing. I don't remember if it ever bothered me, I think I just got used to it. I've been single for the last 4 years, so it's been 10 years straight that I haven't ever celebrated a Valentine's Day.

When my grandmother was alive, she used to send me cards with $10 tucked inside for Valentine's Day. I still have every card she ever sent.

I didn't expect this year to be any different with the new guy. He is away this week with a bunch of his friends and when he initially told me about the trip, I put out the feelers saying you're going to miss our very first Valentine's Day together. I wanted to see if he was bothered or if it wasn't a big deal. He was totally bummed and told me we would celebrate before and after his trip.

He left Friday the 10th, we went out to dinner on the 9th and he bought me the sweetest card, I almost cried. He also told me that I will get my present when he gets back. I told him that the thoughtful card and his making the effort to see me when he was busy getting ready for his trip was enough for me. I bought him a DVD, a sweet card and some treats to take on his trip. My card to him was cute. I didn't know how mushy to make it. The outside said, "Do you know what I like best about my life?" The inside said, "Having you in it." I thought that was perfect.

His card. OMG, let me tell you, I thought I was going to cry. It was one of those long Hallmark cards that talks about how happy he is that he met me, how he wakes up thinking about me, how he hopes it's me every time the phone rings and how it makes him smile when he hears my voice. Yeah, it was sweet.

I can't wait to see what my present is. I'll keep you updated.

Anyway, for those of you that love this day, Happy Valentine's Day and for those of you that done, Happy Tuesday. I love you all.

OUCH!!!

We walk on them, we dance on them, we use them every single day. They're toes. Toes can be big, small, hairy, cute or ugly. (Babies have cute toes). My question is, why do they have to be so fragile??????

Last night I'm watching TV and I was doing my shoulder exercises and when I went to put the little weights away one slipped out of my hand and dropped onto my foot. And yep you guessed it, broke my freaking toe. My man called and I was crying and told him what happened and he demanded that I go to the ER. I told him that I couldn't, 24 was coming on. I'm addicted, I can't help it.

Besides, having broken my toes on previous occassions, I know that there's nothing that can be done. My poor little ring finger toe is all swollen and mishapen and purple.

Last year I broke my pinky toe trying to help clear off the table at my aunt's house. I'm not really accident prone despite how it appears.

I just need to remember one thing, shoes are good when lifting things that may drop onto my poor unsuspecting toes.