WHAT'S NEW!!! HAPPY FEATHERS DAY!!

Happy Sunday, Janet, and Everyone! My "feather" is sitting here reading the morning paper and I'm thrilled to have him here with me.  I miss my father terribly and this is the first year I won't take flower to his grave.  I'm not driving yet so I missed his birthday Friday as well.  He knows I love him.... Our son called his dad for Father's Day.  They are getting ready to leave for today's round of the US Open.  He was so excited telling us about being in perfect view at the 18th hole when Tiger Woods made the put to take the lead.  I'm so glad we watched yesterday so his dad could speak intelligently about it!  LOL Walked to the nail shop yesterday and got my feet sandblasted.  Felt great!  Then got home and screwed up the pretty polish job.  Oh well..... gives me a reason to need to go back soon.  I was sore in my abdomen from the walking I think but that's better this morning.  Back out walking again today. The scale this morning says 12 pounds gone forever since surgery morning.  We'll see what the doctor's official loss might be on Tuesday afternoon. Enjoy "Feathers" Day everyone! Hugs, Kathi

Hi Janet and the rest of the crew, We don't have much planned today. I am packing for a few days in San Francisco. My friend needs to visit the Cancer Center and she is not well enough to drive SF, so I am driving. She wants to enjoy the ocean and a few days of SF (away from her husband who is driving her crazy), so she got us a beautiful suite in Pacific Heights. I'm looking forward to this little break too. I need to remember to pack a good book and some warm clothes. I went with my TOPS friends to a play in Sonora yesterday- that was lots of fun. The weather here has been very nice. Calm and sunny, but not as hot as usual, which is a nice change for a while. It won't last.  Since it is Father's Day I'm remembering my Dad and my Father-in law too. My Dad died when I was 21, just before I graduated from college. He was so young that I was in shock for years I think. I still miss him and regret things I said and didn't say.  Happy Day to you all! Julia

Hello, everyone!

I hope that you are enjoying the weekend..they seem to be so short, dont they!  It's beeautiful and sunny with a nice breeze here for a change.  We have had such a series of terrible Thunderstorms, serious wind damage and suffocating heat the last few weeks with more storms predicted still for the next five days. But for niw, Im enjoying drinking my water out on the verandah.

My new business has been keeping me very busy, I'm meeting alot of business women and making contacts to refer.  I've splurged and bought a banner ad in a new women's magazine called What Wimen Want!

Then I got asked to do a few illustrations for a Doctor of Hypnotherapy who is creating a "Feel Good" kit for children dealing with fears, bullying, bed wetting, self-esteem issues and such things.  She liked my drawings so much that she has hired me to do ALL of her kits for kids.

So it's feast or famine for me, as usual *s*

Father's day is always bittersweet for me...I lost my Dad three days before Father's day and I remember sitting in JBs parents backyard that day, Dad had been buried on the Saturday....JB's parents, all of his five siblings, their mates and all the kids...it was a very difficult day for me.  I still see things and think..."oh! Dad would LOVE that!" until I remember that he is gone now 13 years.

I have two big chickens thawed out and ready to barbeque for dinner, a nice tossed salad, a potato salad and fresh local strawberries and whipped cream.

Im planning on doing the Five Day Pouchie thingy starting in the morning ..I've continued to take my supplements everyday but im finding myself getting lazy about eating so I have to get back into that discipline. 

I play my EAT HEALTHY  Subliminal CD whenever I'm at the computer...and now I have a copy to stay in my car too...and that helps me alot...I find myself reaching for an orange instead of cookies or other nasty carbs.

Well, it's time to get back at my drawings...

Nancy B

 

so good to see you post!!!!

Hi Janet and everyone: Nope, my dad has been dead since May 1984, the year I went to Montana. I left in March, came back a week before he died. My sister-in-law (now sister-outlaw) called to tell me he was in ICU and I'd better get home because he wasn't going to last much longer; he had kidney disease and colon cancer, and the cancer was terminal. The kidneys got him first, though; they could no longer do dialysis on him because the shunts were clogged, and the only option was to do it through his neck (very risky and painful). Other sister-in-law (also sister-outlaw now) said no; we all thanked her for that decision, and dad went peacefully after that. The best gift he ever gave me was to tell a social worker visiting him that I was his daughter who was a sports writer and he was very proud of my work, that I was a very good writer. My parents never praised us for anything; that was the first time my father ever acknowledged that he had read any of my stories.  Not a whole lot going on here; did laundry, watched the White Sox stink up a couple of games (Dad would be just as ticked off as I am, but he would say, "It figures ... they always break your heart." ... Except, Dad, they didn't in 2005 ... they won the World Series then.) Finally broke down and told my mom about the trouble with the condo association ... don't know why I decided to tell her. I thought I was going to be brave about this and handle it on my own, but I just wanted to let her know why I've been so depressed the past few weeks (not that I think she's noticed). Mom doesn't like to hear me cry on the phone ... she suggested I ask my brother (the oldest one, Ed, who has money, not Gary, who's poor like me) to loan me the money. I'm not going to ask Ed for money. I wasn't even asking my mom for the money this time. I just wanted to let her know what was happening, why I've been so depressed. She said she'd pray for me. I guess it felt good to get it off my chest. Then I started to cry a bit and she didn't want to hear that, so she said goodbye. Told you, she doesn't want to hear me cry on the phone, which is why I don't talk about these things too much.  So then I called my "second mom," my friend Margie in South Dakota, and she allows me to cry on the phone and it doesn't bother her. Probably because neither of her daughters talks much to her (and one lives in the same house). Margie and I talked for nearly three hours! We talked a little about my friend Roxane, why she has been so judgmental toward me lately ... Margie thinks Rox is jealous of the fact that I am now smaller than her (Rox was always thinner than I was; now I'm thinner than Rox.) But Rox should be happy ... she's the one who encouraged me to have the surgery and applauded all my efforts and my Wow moments. I feel like I've lost my best friend. We have been friends for so long, and now when we talk, I hardly know her. She's not the same person. She's so critical, she brings up all the bad moments of our relationship and throw them in my face ... like we never had any good times at all. Maybe she was always like that  and I never saw it before. Or maybe I've grown away from her. Don't know, but since I've lost weight, Rox has changed. Spent a little time yesterday downloading Kodak software, so I want to upload photos from my grandnephews' birthday party, as well as two awfully cute photos of my kitties. So I'm going to do that. Hope everyone had a nice father's day if they have dads or hubbies around. Me, it's just me and the kitties, no dads or men here. I'm at the point, I don't think I'm going to have a man in my life, unless he wants to cook, clean or pay my bills. Have a good Sunday.

Hi All, Sorry to be joining you so late on this Father's Day.  Karen you moved me with your remembrance of how your Dad smelled.  My Dad passed in 1997.  He worked for 35 years at Sikorsky Aircraft painting helicopters so he always smelled of a combination of paint thinner and Old Spice.  I remember as a girl being fascinated watching him shave in the morning.  He was a loving, dedicated Dad and I and my six siblings loved him so much. My son called his Dad today and they had a chat.  They talked twice this week as well.  My DIL had the grandkids make a cute little paper toolbox that had Grandpa's Helpers on it.  It came in the mail yesterday. Each tool in the toolbox has each of the Grandkids picture of their face on it.  So cute. We went and visited Bill's shut-in Aunt and Uncle an hour away from us today.  We wish they lived closer so we could do more for them.  They have no children. I'm about to switch over our third load of laundry.  Monday morning comes to soon. Hugs and prayers to everyone. Bev