My Singin' Legs

Yes, there are new developments in my life. Most of which I am most thankful for despite the circumstances that caused them. As you read previously, my maternal grandfather passed away last Tuesday, April 20th. He was 80 years old. He led a wonderful life and loved his children, Monica and Kirk. He loved his grandchildren, myself, Abby, Ryan, and Kolton. And he loved his late wife, Wanda, who left us several years ago. Though he may not have been the best at expressing his emotions, he did love us. My mom and uncle were in Denver to close up accounts and handle all legal work. My mom was placed as executor according to the Last Will and Testament. A memorial service was held in Denver on April 25th for his companion, Jeanie, and his friends. Over 120 people attended the ceremony. My mom said that she was overwhelmed by how many people were apart of his life. She called me after the ceremony to regale me of the event and told me of something she found. When she and Kirk ar...

My sincerest apologies for neglecting my blogging therapy. Many things have occurred recently that have caused my absence from here. Please let me explain: Tuesday, April 20th began like any other day. Wake up, feed the fish, get to work. Well, after being at work for a couple of hours, my father came in to inform me that my grandfather had passed away that morning from a massive heart attack. It floored me. Knocked the wind out of me. I was not anywhere near prepared for this. My dad just let me sit there and cry. I left the office and went home. Courtney came over with Jack in the Box and we watched Top Gun! I just needed a moment to process what happened. I went to rehearsal that evening and then home to a brainless movie, a beer, and the company of my best friend. I have slept in the last few days and took care of some business around the house. There, sadly, is drama with the Last Will and Testament and my mom, as executor, is taking care of things. Her and my u...

him. It's horribly true, I miss him. I know things were not perfect, by any means, with us, but he made me feel a certain way that nobody else could. I hate missing him. I don't want to; hell, I don't even want to think about it. However, he consumes a good portion of my thoughts. I try to change the subject in my head when he pops in there, but whatever I change to still seems to somehow correlate with him causing me to miss him more. It's a vicious cycle and I want so to be done with it. I miss the way his arms felt around me and the way he smelled. (Let me just tell you, it was GOOD!) I miss our every night conversations before bed and the random calls I would get in the middle of the day. I miss the way he looked when he walked in my door and the way it felt when he would kiss me. I miss the sound of his laughter when he tried (horribly) to play Guitar Hero and the way he would flirt with me to try and distract me from kicking his ass. I miss how he wou...

I've been known in my lifetime to have some pretty interesting dreams; and some of which I actually remember. After last night's dream, I thought I would share with you the one's I remember and get your feedback on them. As a child, I had this recurring dream: It was Superbowl Sunday and my parents nearest and dearest friends were all crammed into our apartment that we lived in at the time. However, the apartment was somehow bigger than I remember it. We were all gathered around the TV and cheering the Cowboys on when the door busts in. Two men barge in with masks on. They reminded me of the two bad guys that worked for Cruella DeVille, but in real life. They demand all our money or they will turn us into stone. One of dad's friends begins to laugh and attempts to charge at the robbers. In mid stride, the robbers pulled out what appeared to be spray cans and sprayed him. He instantly turned to stone and disappeared. This immediately caused a frenzy in the ...