I feel I should start this all over again.  My last entry was October 16th, nearly a lifetime ago.  For a quick recap on all the happenings, I've been looking for work as an office worker, receptionist, secretary ... and that has taken the lion's share of my time.  I took a workshop on writing a new resume.  I feel I've been on another planet for the past 33 years, try writing a resume from raising kids, car pooling, and graduating from High School 5 times.  Regardless, I've worked up a new resume.   Hope it helps.  I look on line most every day at the multiple sites for jobs, which takes forever!  I've been "networking", or speaking to anyone who'll listen telling them I'm looking for work and to please keep an eye out.  Something will turn up.
 
My hubby and I celebrated our 33rd anniversary!  Yikes, how can this be when I know I'm still in my 30's??
;')  Huh. 

We've planned a trip to see my 90 year old (young) mother in Tucson for Thanksgiving.  Her stamina is amazing.

I've been working like a bee making items for sale for a web-site called Etsy.  Baby shoes, bracelet cuffs, hair adornments, some jewelry...

So I have been keeping myself busy.

Oh, I started a new group or gathering.  Once a month, anyone who wants, comes and we discuss gardening, food storage, emergency preparedness, economizing and whatever else fits under that umbrella.  The first gathering we talked about a food storage plan called the 19 x 19 Plan.  You choose 19 meals, multiply them by 19 times and you'll have 361 days of meals say dinner.  You can use other variables.  Pretty simple and user friendly.  You store what you eat, and eat what you store.  In case there are extenuating circumstances and can't get to a grocery store.  I'll put the plan on the blog site.  This is not an uncommon interest in my neck of the woods.  And with all of the floods, snow storms, and other natural phenomenoms, that we've seen on the tele, I don't mind taking steps to be better prepared for the off chance of ??? 

On a very sad note, we lost our sweet pet dog, Bailey, yesterday.  She was a 12 year old beautiful black lab mutT and had some illnesses that couldn't be cured.  Still heartbroken, and I imagine we will be for a time.  Those darn critters get right under your skin and you just love 'em so much!  We can still hear her dog collar jingling when we come in the door, she'd be right there to greet us.  Or I could have sworn I could hear her licking her paw at the end of my bed, but it turned out to be the clock ticking.  She had this funny, spinning around dance she'd do to tell us she needed to go outside.  Or when she'd lie down, she'd cross her feet in the front, one on top of the other.  Oh, my goodness, we'd blow bubbles outside in the back yard and you'd think she'd grown springs on her feet jumping up to catch every last one of them.  That was always hilarious and entertaining.  And talk about springs on her feet, she could jump up say from one level to another with a 3-4 foot distance and it was like she sprouted wings.  There was no effort, well, none that we could see.  She had the darndest knack for knowing when someone was upset, there she'd be at your feet or by your chair nudging you with her nose as if to say, what's wrong or don't be sad or don't cry or I love you, you know.  She'd also come find me wherever I was and lay down beside me, whether I was inside or out.  She was sweet and loveable and the dearest, loyal companion.

Twelve years is a long time to be in a family.  My daughter was pretty upset too.  I tried to tell her that if we didn't love her so much, we wouldn't feel like this, so it's a good thing.  When the emptyness and the hurt ease, we'll see that better.  We're blessed with these pets, loyal forever.  I'm grateful and I know she's off running in a heavenly field chasing butterflies.  I miss you Bailey.

Thanks for letting me share.

Well, I'm going to try to be more consistent with this, and add pictures.  Here's hopin'.

Blessings to you!

B