I’ve become addicted to baby goat reels. I informed my friend that I was going to get a baby goat and he told me I was not. I then informed him that I was getting two baby goats, so there. He said, “no, you are not.” (He was laughing the entire time. He is a friend, nothing more, don’t get ideas) I said, “you’re not the boss of me.” So there.

I’m not getting a baby goat. 🙂 All that energy would make me nuts in about a minute, but they sure are fun to watch on video.

There’s nothing really new here. Life goes on, without my Bear some days I wonder why I got out of bed, some days it takes nothing to make me cry (watching a guy clean the leaves off his driveway with his mower was all it took) and some days I can actually laugh. And then I cry because I can’t share why I’m laughing.

This sucks.

Today was a day of good moments. Three young girls who have become my adopted nieces – because I don’t wish to be a grandmother in any way – have been coming to church with me. They wish to be baptized. I told them I was going to call the Pastor this week to talk about me getting baptized and I would ask what they need to do as well. The youngest said, “I thought we would all do it together.” That made my heart smile. Yes, child, I would love to take that step beside you. They are joining Youth Group next week. I’m pretty proud of them for this.

Maverick is being Maverick. There is this picture people have of Golden Retrievers, that they love everyone, and every dog, are calm and easy to train, just a perfect family dog. Meet Maverick. There are dogs who are just not made to fit a mold. Lucky me to have one in my life. We’re doing our best but some days I just don’t have the energy to battle with him, and trust me, nearly everything is a battle. It always has been. Tonight I needed to go to BJ’s. I’ve been putting it off for weeks but I was out of enough stuff that I had to go. I asked him three times to get in the car. He totally refused. (I left him home) This is our normal. He will do what he wants, when he wants. I just don’t have the energy to fight it. One of my friends informed me that he needs more training. Well. Thank you for that. This is someone who has had several dogs, but never one that was a challenge. So bless her heart, she has no clue and constantly tells me how sweet Maverick is. I would really like to tell her to go pee up a post, but I’m too much a lady.

I just read an old post where I was saying that no one could decide what to have for dinner around here. It’s easier now. Most of what I make, I eat for three days, so I can make two dishes and alternate days. Last night was chicken salad on a bagel. Tonight I had a craving for cheesy garlic bread (yes, I will share the recipe if anyone wants it) so that’s in the oven, and I will have a chicken salad sandwhich again. I might have a salad to be a bit healthy.

I’ve started walking again. In spite of the fact that my ankle/shin is still bruised and swollen a month after the yellow jacket attack, I’m determined. I have an appointment tomorrow with the orthopedic doctor because it really shouldn’t still be bruised and swollen. The yellow jacket nest got a good spray today – my friend was here to take my zero turn mower to repair and he took the spray to it. I am blessed to have friends who come help when I need it.