Well, well, well . . . The last time I logged in was Day 265, May 15th. At least I can say that I haven't been sitting around eating bon bons . . . I have been extremely busy, which is actually NO excuse at all now that I see it in black and white because I have always been busy. I guess all I really have to say is I'm sorry and regret that I have allowed so much time to pass. This was, after all supposed to be a log of the journey of my 49th year. A chronicle of all that I thought and felt and experienced before I reached the half century mark. I started out strong but life got in my way, as I suppose it often does. It took my fellow BLOG-mate, nGage Allison, to reel me back in, get me focused and set me straight . . . nTouch b450 must go on before I turn 50!
So, I've changed the font, decided to not count up but instead count down (now that I am facing the final weeks) and get serious about this BLOGGING thing! Instead of Day whatever it is, I will now express how many days I have left . . . so today would be 58 days before the big 50. From now on, the title will just have a number.
Before I forget, I did make what I am calling my "midlife crisis" purchase . . . a dog . . . not just any dog, and oh by the way, I am not one of those people that "buys" dogs or cats. No sir, not me . . . adoption has always been my only plan. I have not gone so far as to make fun of those folks who spend hundreds or thousands of dollars on pets, but I have admittedly tried to make a tiny statement about pet adoption. I have always had champion, thoroughbred, mutts and been happy with my choices. However, recently, in a very unlike me way, I decided to buy a tiny Yorkie. (You don't see many of those little guys at the Humane Society, and now, I understand why.) Not that I have altered my adoption philosophy altogether, but I have to admit that this tiny creature is pretty special. I guess I got what I paid for . . .
Her name is Isabella, and she joined our little family two weeks ago. She weighs 2 lbs. (1.5 when I picked her up) and won't gain but 2 or 2 1/2 more lbs. in her lifetime. Think about that for a moment . . . less than a bag of sugar or a 5 pound weight. She is smart and cute as can be and I already love her dearly. What do the other animals think? Yes, remember, we have other animals! Lucy is a little bugged by her, but Lucy is the matriarch of our humble abode so her reaction is understandable. Peanut is, well Peanut is about as smart as a box of hair, God love her, so she just wants to play fetch with her . . . meaning, little Bella would be the item Peanut is fetching and tossing about! Not cool Peanut . . . And Lil bit the cat; I honestly don't think Lil bit has even noticed her. It is summertime and hunting season for our feline friend. She's much more interested in beheading birds and small rodents. (Yes the thought has crossed my mind, little Bella looks a bit like a bunny so she could easily be mistaken for a medium size rodent morsel . . . ignorance is still a good thing where Lil bit is concerned.)
All in all, this experience of chronicling my last days in my 40's has been good! I have looked back at some of my earlier postings, as I would nCourage any newcomer to do. I have a lot to say if I do say so my self. As of today, I'm pledging to take the time to finish what I started here on August 22, 2010, the night before I turned 49. Tomorrow I'll tell you about my birthday trip, happening in 13 days! You'll have to tune in to read all about it.
Okay, signing off for now. I think this is a respectable start-over attempt. Don't you? And this BLOG wouldn't be complete without a picture or two of Bella-boo . . .
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Isabella with her koozie
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Isabella
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