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Walks with 2 feetbread crumbs of my journey ... July 04 Summer Time Summertime, And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Oh, Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don't you cry One of these mornings You're going to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky But until that morning There's a'nothing can harm you With your daddy and mammy standing by Summertime, And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don't you cry June 25 It's Been a Long Hard...Couple Months You may or may not know that I opened a store in December with Ann, a good friend. We are now the very proud owners of The Girls Bra Shop Inc. where we specialize in getting women into proper fitting bras. And I am proud to say that, we are good. Our team knows their stuff. It's been a hard 6 months and finally I feel like I can peek my head up in life again. Ann and I both have kept our full time jobs, which certainly added to the madness. It's been 6 months of 18+/- hour days of making our business a success and shining at our other careers. It has taken it's toll: I really have a hard time getting going in the mornings now (yes, even more than before), I'm exhausted and distracted much of the time, I haven't seen or spoken to many friends in those 6 months, and my back aches. I can tell you that Ann has a similar list. We've had many blessings as well though: We've learned more about ourselves and those in our lives as we sacrificed them, we found a great team of ladies who lift us everyday they are in the store, we've had many happy customers, we've been ranked amongst some top fitters by our favorite bra company, we are seen as successful by other organizations and companies that we respect, and the list could go on. I can't describe how hard the last months have been. I'm not whining, just saying that I knew it was going to be hard going in...but it's so much different knowing it than feeling it. There have been many tears, many sleepless nights, many days of just not being on. So many people warned Ann and I about starting a business with a friend. So many horror stories of it destroying friendships. And I'm really pleased to say that this 6 months didn't kill us, it made us stronger. Not only are we great friends and business partners, we are family. It's been a hard 6 months, but it was so very worth it. We've got another busy 6 months planned and I know I'll be saying the same thing at the end of it. :) June 03 You Make Me Smile... You know that friend. The one that lifts you so high your breath is stolen from the altitude. The one who has your toes skimming clouds for hours after a simple coffee with them. You know the one....the one that makes you swear you have a star beating in your chest. (ohhh....I'm thinking new lyrics) If you don't know what I'm talking about then you need to find one and be one. I'm one of the lucky ones. I have many. Many lifters, supporters, encouragers. Many shiny knights (men AND women in this 21st century) on chargers. And I am so blessed by and appreciate them all. They make me smile so big...so very very big. June 02 MorningsMornings are magical, a very Disney hour. Mornings can boast:
I wish I was a morning person. Shrug. October 09 Dragnet-ingSo...I was staying in a hotel in Halifax over vacation with Ann. We were lying in our respective beds reading our respective books...me about a man who joined a circus in his youth, when the couple next door walked in (11:30pm). They were loudish but whatever I'm at the circus. Suddenly I panic...what if they have sex?...I don't wanna hear that. Ann's laughs.
The couple gets louder. It sounds like an interview. Who has an interview at 11:30pm?
So we listen...video dating service maybe?
The questions are personal enough...but then it sounds like a review of the date they just had…
An escort service maybe?
Then it gets nasty...he wants something she doesn't and she is messed up on something, not being very coherent. Ann and I are pushing up our sleeves with ears pressed to the door ready to go in. I'm praying hard cause I don't want to go in but can't let that girl get hurt.
We move to make a move and we hear her leave....phew The next morning we try to find the bad bad man at breakfast...making creative excuses to talk to the men...how many times could we ask for the time?
No luck. But now I realize we needed them to talk through a wall so we could recognize the voice. Shoot. We’ll Dragnet better next time. August 22 Warrior PrincessFrom time to time I let my cat outside. And for very selfish reasons I put her on a harness and leash. I know her nature: come and go as she pleases. But I'm much bigger and have decided that she will come and go on my pleasure. Giggle! Can you picture me as a mother?
This morning she was enjoying a romp around her leash allowed radius. Thanks to my mother, Zeek has free reign of most of the backyard...
And apparently she will defend her Kingdom against any invasions of the four legged kind!
She is my little warrior princess. Putting fright into a cat this morning who is easily twice her size.
Being proud of my princess I smiled from my lounge chair as I saw the other cat take off with my little beast hot on it's tail. When she reached the end of her leash defined Kingdom and started yelling at the intruder I decided Queen Mommy reigns.
It was time for her to go in before the other cat realized this warrior princess was actually just a side dish tied to a stake.
LOL! August 01 love"She smells good, doesn't she?" Sophie asks.
"She smells great," I agree.
"It's okay to kiss people when you love them."
"I don't love your mother," I tell her. "Not like that, anyway."
"You give her all your french fries, even when she won't give you back onion rings," Sophie says. "And when you say her name it sounds different."
"How?"
Sophie thinks. "Like it's covered with blankets."
"I do not say your mother's name like it's covered in blankets. And I don't always giver her my french fries, because you're right, she doesn't share."
"But you still don't yell at her when she's not being fair," Sophie points out. "Because you don't want to hurt her feelings." She slips her hand into mine and repeats, "You love her."
--Taken from Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult |
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