Mothers Day

My mom is amazing.

Her mom died 1 year ago, yesterday. Following her death my mom has managed to clean up 86 years of memories, mediate arguments about "stuff", and today, sell or part with the remaining items from her mom.

You see, Grandma's house has been sold. The closing is in two weeks, so the house must be completely empty. Obviously. 

So yesterday, on the one year anniversary, my mom set up tables, and equipment to have a garage sale today.

Yesterday my mom also attended a bridal shower.

Today we had a sale. Today, everything that didn't sell was sent to charity.

Tomorrow there is a baptism, and graduation parties to attend.

My mom is a pillar of strength and fortitude. 

I hope that I turn out like her. 

My mom is amazing.

Crocheting

I have too much yarn. I know, first world problem. But, I have inherited all of my grandmothers stash, as well as some random stashes that have been left on my desk at work.

So, what am I doing with all of this yarn? Well, mostly the little balls that fill up shoe boxes, making baby hats of course!

A few months back I made my first baby hat, but I apparently made it preemie size, so it didn't fit my newest niece. So, I made her another one. And I had so much fun with it, that I kept going. And, along the way I discovered what a great stash buster this new obsession has been! So, I have made around 15 baby hats. Which in turn has seriously decreased my stash.

I even made my first owl hat.

I will have to get the pictures off of my phone, and post them.

Chao for now!

(Oh, Spring Break next week!!!) I have nothing planned, and can hardly wait to start!

On loss....

Tonight we lost my favorite dog. I picked her out when she was just months old, and convinced my dad to pretty please buy her. I was 16.

Miss Sydney was the best dog. She was the perfect play mate, perfect cuddle partner, and just so beautiful. She was diagnosed with cancer a few days after my grandmother. Little girl fought for more than a year, and did so with so much pizzazz and cheer. She never acted sick. Even today, she knew who we were, and was happy to see us, but she was weak.

I will miss her. I already do.

My dad said her eulogy and then we buried near our cat ASCII, and where we laid my grandmothers ashes. We buried her with her bone, her ball and her beloved Frisbee. My dad wrote her a note on her Frisbee, and read it to her as we laid her down, one more time.

I have never seen my dad like this. Never. It hurts my heart, it hurts my head....it just hurts. All over.

The chapter has come to an end. Its a painful end, but I wouldn't trade it for never having had her.