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I know I haven’t written a blogpost in a while, and I’m ok with that, because I use writing as a cathartic release for me to release feelings, frustrations, and all.  In all of it, however, if I can help someone, I’m glad, because my purpose in life is to help others get through their own grief and setbacks (of which I’ve endured many as have so many of you) as well as to rejoice in any and all accomplishments.

Anyway, I’m having a rough day today. I have four children, two sons and one daughter that I gave birth to and then my wonderful son-in-law. I love them all dearly.  I also have one grandson (so far … hint hint … to my daughter and son-in-law … 😏). He is the light of Roy’s and my lives, and he’s most DEFINITELY (at least currently) my very favoritest of favorite little faces.  My second son and middle child died many years ago (as I’ve discussed before). My first son (and oldest child) and I have a very strained relationship.  I haven’t seen him in several years, and it hurts my mother’s heart to the core.  Essentially it feels like I’ve lost both sons, and it hurts beyond belief.

Now don’t get me wrong!  I have a wonderful life (with all of its ups-and-downs), and my daughter, son-in-law, and grandson are sheer joys to Roy and me.  Nevertheless, some days are harder than others, and the weight of it all drags me into a very deep hole until I remember to count my many blessings and carry on.  Life is to be lived and not just existed in or suffered through!

Today however is one of those days where my heart is very heavy. It is my oldest son’s birthday (the one that I haven’t seen in a long time).  He’s 37.  I won’t go into all of the reasons why we haven’t seen each other, because it’s between him and me, but since I can’t see him, I then start thinking of my other son who died when he was 17 of Cystic Fibrosis and how hard we tried to keep healthy, and it hurts that I can’t see either one of them (although I know I will when I move out of this life).  When I get like this, my supportive husband, Roy, along with my wonderful daughter hold me together.  Even though Roy has had his own losses (which I won’t discuss here either since those are his personal losses to discuss or not as the case may be) and my daughter has essentially lost both brothers (since she doesn’t really see her oldest brother either), they are always there for me. I guess that’s why we are so close, because we understand each other’s brokenness.

Anyway … below are the lyrics to a very nostalgic song originally from the 1930s, but it always makes me think of my husband as well as all of my children and grandchildren … whether I can be with them or not.  So here’s to my four children … and to my one grandchild (so far 🙂 ).

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I’LL BE SEEING YOU

by Sammy Fain and Irving Kahal)

I’ll be seeing you

In all the old familiar places

That this heart of mine embraces

All day through –

In that small café,

The park across the way,

The children’s carousel,

The chestnut tree,

The wishing well.

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day.

In everything that’s light and gay,

I’ll always think of you that way.

I’ll find you in the morning sun,

And when the night is new,

I’ll be looking at the moon,

But I’ll be seeing you.

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day.

In everything that’s light and gay,

I’ll always think of you that way.

I’ll find you in the morning sun,

And when the night is new,

I’ll be looking at the moon,

But I’ll be seeing you.

I love you all more than you know, no matter what happens between us. ❤️

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Happy sort of Leap Day Birthday, Baby Boy!

I miss you, Keegan … every second of every day.

🎈🎂 🍦🍨🧁 🎁 🍰 🎊 🎉

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I know I don’t write as often as some do, but I write when it is good for me or when I need to get something out as it can be very cathartic. At least that’s the purpose of my blog … to help me and to hopefully help someone else who runs into the same types of issues.

With my children, I’ve had highs and lows, great successes and great losses. Sometimes certain occasions and occurrences can evoke those up-and-down feelings in me. Right now is one of those times.

Roy (Papa) and I (Oma) had the great joy of being blessed with our first grandchild (Harrison) on 12.21.18. It’s a humbling feeling, quite honestly to view the next generation.

I have a true sense of joy from this, but I cannot help but wish that my late son, Keegan, could be there as his baby sister, Kara, becomes a first-time mama to Harrison. I can’t help but cry over the loss of a beloved uncle that would have loved this baby boy to pieces, spoiled him rotten, and taken him on crazy adventures.

I know that I am truly blessed … and my heart is overflowing … as are my emotions. Harrison and Keegan are loved beyond words, and this Oma/Mama is honored to be a part of their lives.

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http://johnpavlovitz.com/2015/05/09/for-those-who-hurt-on-mothers-day/

… that … just … THAT …

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I love you all unconditionally. 

 

 

 

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“And He said unto them, ‘Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and ye shall find.’  They cast therefore, and now they were not able to draw it for the multitude of fishes.”  John 21:6


  

Roy and I have fun with our Christian beliefs, because we understand that, yes, our God does have a sense of humor.  He wants us to enjoy life even though we are serious with our faith. 

It’s Palm Sunday.  Rejoice!  Be joyous!

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We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.

-Anonymous

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02-29-1984 (2:30 pm Pacific Standard Time)

to

05-30-2001 (5:47 am Pacific Daylight Time)

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This week would have been my late son, Keegan’s, 29th birthday (or 7¼ years old, depending on how you look at it, since he was born on Leap Day).  I can’t believe it’s been that long since he was born, because he’s forever 17 in my mind.  Seventeen is how old he was when he died … and he died almost 12 years ago.  It seems like yesterday.  It seems like forever.

 

Keegan was born with Cystic Fibrosis.  I’ll describe that another time, but it’s a genetic disorder.  You can also look it up.  Keegan had a double lung transplant at the age of 16 at Stanford Hospital.  That was the best gift he ever received … the gift of life.  We are forever thankful to his donor family.

 

Right now … I’ll explain Keegan as a person, because he was truly an exceptional person.

 

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Hmmmm … how do I explain Keegan?  Nothing can explain Keegan.  He was an entity and a force all on his own, with a will of iron, a desire to prove himself, and a personality that affected all of those around him.  He positively influenced people for the better more in his short 17 years of life than most people can in 100 years of life.  Even his newborn baby picture taken by the hospital showed how truly unique he could be.  I laughed till I cried when they sent this to us (since that was back before the instant digital picture).

WTF

WTF is THAT weird looking thing at the end of my arm?

 

 

 

Keegan loved life.  He loved to laugh.  He loved the absurdity of it all.  He played hard … he studied and worked hard in school … he was fiercely independent … and he was very proud of his brother, Logan, and his sister, Kara.  He fought to live life all the way to the end.  He was never a quitter.

 keegannlogan

So … what can we do to terrorize Mom today?

 

 

Keegan loved his 6 cats, Meower, Tabu, Bandit, Spike, Chewie, and Ewok, with a passion.  He loved Star Trek, Survivor, Taz, rollercoasters, and the music of the 60’s and 70’s … or music made famous by Dr. Demento and Weird Al Yankovic.  He wanted to graduate from Foothill High School in Pleasanton, CA, in the year 2002, along with the rest of his class, and he wanted to go to the University of Southern California, as had his maternal grandparents and his cousin, Chris, to study to be a lawyer.  He liked to tease his sister and his cousin, Allyson, about their “floofy hair”.  His family and his friends were his life.  He was, as are all my children, one of my best friends.

 keegannkara

 Can your hair BE any floofier on this cruise?

 

 

Nevertheless, I think that one of the best ways to describe my beloved 2nd child is in the words of some of his friends that emailed me a year ago on his “real” birthday, since it was a Leap Year last year.

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Happy birthday Keegan. Technically, you’d be 28 today, but because you were a leap-year baby I’d be giving you a “Happy 7th Birthday!” card if you were still with us. Because we were in high school when you left this world, you’ll always be immortalized in my heart as the crazy green-haired kid under the tarp with our gaggle of friends, in the pouring rain, at the Santana concert… the “passenger” when we got kicked out of Walmart for “shopping cart racing” …and the kid with the “hot date” (aka your oxygen tank) when we played “Chinese Fire Drill” at the Fairgrounds’ drive-thru Christmas light show. You never missed a pre-dance dinner, even when your condition was too fragile to attend the actual school dances with us. You never burned me a mix CD without slipping the Mortal Combat theme song in there for no apparent reason. I still crack up when I hear that song. Thank you for all the awesome memories, and all the other stuff happening today that I’m going to credit to you. Let’s start with free pancakes today at Ihop. That totally sounds like your doing! Bizaar weather changes? Your mom is right: It’s all you, buddy! If Mortal Combat comes on over the radio today, I’ll send you a Twinkie offering via the microwave… which actually sounds like a pretty awesome thing to do anyway… Great. Now I have to call the radio station and make a request that’ll make me sound crazy. Thanks Keegan, you did it again! Miss you buddy!!

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Dear Keegan, I would like to take this moment to thank you for being in my life. Impacting my views of friends and showing me that awesome people come in amazing packages. And for as far as I can tell starting my love affair with Pisces. Just wanted to let you know you will always be missed and thought of often and fondly. ❤

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Happy Birthday Keegan. You were one of, if not, my best and dearest friend in middle and high school. We shared so many memories and good times. I truly am a better person for knowing you. I happened to find an essay that I wrote about you in high school today and I will always remember your faith, love and respect. God Bless you my dear friend. Can’t wait to see you again someday – you better be waiting for me by the gates because I will be looking for you. I love you.

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… a former teacher wrote:  I sang to him. ❤

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… a former teacher wrote: Even my students knew what day it was.  Amazing, the power an exceptional human being has to touch people forever.  Magic.

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… a former teacher wrote:  I could not agree more.  Keegan did more in his few years than most of us ever hope to do in 80.  The fact that his birthday is a most unusual date was simply an early message of the legacy he would create.

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As his mother, I sing to him every year.  I bake a cake for him every year (FunFetti because he loved that kind of cake).  He was born by emergency c-section on Leap Day, 1984.  Like I said in a prior blogpost earlier in the month, he was due on Valentine’s Day … but I knew by the way he felt during my pregnancy that it would either be Ground Hog’s Day or Leap Day.

It was truly Leap Day … and it wasn’t even planned that way.

He was and still is an exceptional and very old soul.  His spirit is an amazing force.

Celebrate the life he lived.  His wish is that we not be sad and somber for him, because, as he told us a long time ago, “If you’re sad, you aren’t being sad for me, you’re just being sad for yourselves because I’m off enjoying my new self.” 

Even when he died, he didn’t want a sad somber funeral or memorial service.  He wanted us to have something he would have enjoyed going to and to remember him as he was … full of joy and full of life and full of his own wicked sense of humor.

Celebrate Me

By Max, The Poet

Remember the good we shared,
In all you do.  Celebrate me!
Remember how I taught you things,
Like what our lives are meant to be.

Smile for me when you’re feeling blue.
Think only of joy when thoughts of me enter in.
Do not cry for me.
A new chapter in my life, do I begin.

I am certain that I’ll miss you.
Sure as snow upon the mountain,
My love for you will not end.
It pours forth from my heart’s fountain.

So, as you mourn, and begin to heal,
Remember always: it is you I adore.
Forever and ever, I am at peace.
Celebrate me, once more!

 

Keegan’s maternal grandfather used to tell us to “play the cards you’re dealt in life; enjoy the game while you’re in, and never ever ever fold.”  Keegan exemplified this spirit all the way to the end. 

Keegan’s desire to do everything on his own, even when he needed assistance, exemplified that.  I remember that, even when he was 2 years old and having difficulty dressing himself, he would shout “SELF!!!” when someone (generally me) tried to help him.  He’d make his entire body stiff as a board so that no one could help and so that he could do it on his own. 

Keegan definitely played the cards dealt in life all the way to the bitter end.  His Grampa Glenn and I continue to be proud of that fighter’s will, even with Grampa Glenn (my father) as well as Keegan both long-deceased from this life.

One of Keegan’s biggest fears was that he’d be forgotten after his death. 

Keegan, we will never forget you (how could we forget that goofy grin and giggle of yours as well as your multi-colored hair), and we will always love you.

bluehair

Hmmmm … what weird color can I make my hair next?

 

 

Keegan, we again celebrate your joy in life and your will to live.  You even changed the life of Roy, who never had the pleasure of meeting you.  He is influenced by your strong presence and spirit.  Your joy and your will carry on.

irish 

I think, laddie, that I’ll do a jig for you now.

 

 

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www.keeganfund.org

This is the memorial scholarship fund in his name.  It will be changing focus this year to a slightly broader base, but this will give you the idea of what he was like.

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I will miss you forever and always, baby boy … and I will miss your gravelly voice, your deep guttural laugh, and your million dollar smile.

mickey

Ok, Mickey, let’s get this boat moving now. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“From the day we arrive on the planet and blinking step into the sun, there’s more to be seen than can ever be seen, more to do than can ever be done … Some of us fall by the wayside and some of us soar to the stars and some of us sail through our troubles and some have to live with the scars. There’s far too much to take in here, more to find than can ever be found, but the sun rollin’ high through the sapphire sky keeps the great and small on the endless round. In the circle of life is the wheel of fortune …” Elton John

In my blogpost of 12.21.12 named “Job Searches”, I mentioned some of our massive challenges in the past many years. We are of the ilk (and were both raised this way) to go in swinging when hit with a set-back. Neither of us are quitters. We’re both the type that will, as my father used to tell me, “if you’re knocked down in life, well, get back up NO MATTER WHAT and come back fighting harder and more determined”.

We’re still coming out of the major issues in life that would crush most people (death of parents, death of children, paternity suits, divorces, health issues, lawsuits, unscrupulous contractors and realtors, financial upheaval, job upheaval, health and emotional issues with family members, learning disabled children, relocation … just to name a few). We’ve continued on in the face of it all and we will continue to.

We laugh in the face of challenge.

You cannot break our spirit.

We’ll never fall by the wayside.

We’ll live with our scars.

We’ll work through our troubles.

We’ll soar to the stars.

We fight on.

We have each others’ backs against all marauders ALWAYS.

WE’RE STILL STANDING.

“Did you think this fool could never win? Well look at me! I’m a’comin’ back again … Don’t you know I’m still standing, better than I ever did, lookin’ like a true survivor, feelin’ like a little kid. I’m still standing after all this time … I’m still standing. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I’m still standing. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Elton John

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New Year's Eve

New Year’s Eve is when most people think of partying and celebrating and making resolutions for the upcoming year (generally resolutions that will never make it more than a few weeks).  To me, however, for the past 24 years, New Year’s Eve has been a much more personal reason for celebration.

I’m not one for going out drinking till I drop or driving with the idiot DUI crowd.  If I get together with people, it’ll be close friends and neighbors, and none of us plan on driving far.  This year, for example, we’re going to dinner with wonderful neighbors early in the evening, and then we’ll be coming back home where we can just walk between our two houses.  There are no roads for other people to drive on between the two houses.

However, the *main* reason that I celebrate and have celebrated for the last 24 years is my daughter’s birthday.  Kara was born at 5:47 PM on December 31, 1988.

She is one of my best friends, my pride and joy, my baby girl.  She grew up riding on my hip, going to her brothers’ Boy Scout Meetings, Little League games, soccer games, and my meetings when I was PTA president or whatever political thing I was doing at the time.  She grew up riding on my hip with me speaking into a microphone, so it’s not a surprise that she grew up with a love of being on stage – speaking, dancing and performing.  She grew up as a cheerleader.  She grew up in dance classes.  She grew up to receive a scholarship, accepting it publicly on stage at the age of 18, in front of several thousand people, reading her winning essay to all in attendance.  She grew up to major in Communications/Public Relations, graduating last May, cum laude.

She grew up riding on my hip, going in and out of the hospital, visiting her now deceased brother.  She grew up watching her oldest brother struggle with ADHD, Tourette’s Syndrome, and OCD.  She grew up in a car seat with a box of juice and a container of Cheerios, cheering on and supporting her brothers.  She grew up watching my first marriage struggle.  She grew up watching it collapse.  She grew up watching her dad and me go our separate ways.  She grew up watching Roy come into the family, accepting and loving him as her step-father.  She grew up knowing life can be tenuous.  It’s not a surprise she’s a loving, accepting, caring individual.

With all of that, she is now an incredibly understanding and sincere individual that knows how to have fun and knows how to be serious, depending on the situation.  She has seen and been through more in life than most people will see, experience, or even know about in 90 years of existence on Earth.  She works hard, plays hard, and is good to her friends and family.  She is my youngest child, my baby girl, my joy.  We think a lot alike and have been there for each other no matter what.  She’s seen me at my highs and lows and everywhere in between, and she has supported me in whatever makes me happy.  I feel honored to be her mother, and when she has told me in the past that she has learned a lot from *me* and that I am a “role model” or “mentor” to her, I can’t imagine how.  This is more the way it *truly* is:

In my daughter’s eyes, I am a hero.

I am strong and wise, and I know no fear,

But the truth is plain to see.

She was sent to rescue me.

I see who I want to be

In my daughter’s eyes.

In my daughter’s eyes,

Everyone is equal.

Darkness turns to light,

And the world is at peace.

This miracle God gave to me,

Gives me strength

When I am weak.

I find reason to believe

In my daughter’s eyes,

And when she wraps her hand around my finger,

Oh, it puts a smile in my heart.

Everything becomes a little clearer.

I realize what life is all about.

It’s hanging on when your heart has had enough.

It’s giving more when you feel like giving up.

I’ve seen the light.

It’s in my daughter’s eyes.

In my daughter’s eyes,

I can see the future,

A reflection of who I am and what we’ll be,

And though she’ll grow and someday leave,

 Maybe raise a family,

When I’m gone, I hope you see how happy she made me.

For I’ll be there,

In my daughter’s eyes

                              Martina McBride

 

 

KARA

This is my baby girl, Kara, graduating from Cal State Sacramento, “cum laude”, May 2012

 

I love you dearly, Kara.  You are a joy to know.

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I write about a lot of things … sometimes about my background … sometimes about food … sometimes about my weight loss … sometimes about the ridiculous political situation in our country right now … or anything else that comes to mind.  Most blogs are focused to one particular topic from what I can tell.  Ours is focused on the ups-and-downs of our lives, which can be a lot of different things.

So today is to put in some good news.  I’ll start however with some of the ridiculous that has befallen Roy and me over the past many years.  Like I said previously, we met online and have known each other for quite some time.  We’ve been married for slightly over 5 years … on 11.23.07.  My daughter and my oldest son were, respectively, Maid of Honor and Best Man.  It was a fairly small and relaxed wedding done in our home the day after Thanksgiving in 2007.  We had a party and I did the food myself by ordering from delis and making some and having friends and family help.  It was wonderful.

In December of 2007, Roy bought into the house that I owned and was already paying a mortgage on, making it so we owned it together.  Just before Christmas, he was in a multi-car pile-up on I-680 in the SF Bay Area, and his car was totaled.  Thankfully, *he* was ok, and that’s all that mattered to me.  Right after New Year’s Day of 2008, we bought a used 4-wheel drive Chevy Tahoe that was in wonderful condition.  We were both working full-time and had decent income.  I won’t say “good jobs”, because in our minds, jobs are unstable and not secure, which is why we have always had other streams of income with our various private businesses.  In April of 2008, we went on a 15-night cruise from Fort Lauderdale, FL through the Panama Canal that ended in San Francisco, CA for our honeymoon, stopping in Jamaica, Colombia, Panama, Costa Rica, and 3 places in Mexico.  It was marvelous to put it mildly.

Then the wheels fell off the bus.

In June 2008, I was laid off from my job.  I had difficulty finding a full-time job so I was working part-time jobs on commission only.  We lost our health insurance and Roy had to have necessary surgery.  His job picked it up for us (thankfully) and he was able to continue on it and receive his surgery.  He was off work from August through September on Disability.  He returned to work on September 29, 2008.  On September 30, 2008, he was let go.  (There’s a lot more to that story, but it’s not necessary.  Suffice it to say we had to fight for him to receive unemployment insurance, but we won because we were right.)

They stopped his health insurance effective September 30 … with no warning … so when I went into the doctor for a scheduled appointment on October 1, I was refused service.  Now … don’t take me wrong … I am in *NO WAY* for Obummercare.  I would rather get my own health care at my own choice with insurance that I choose or do not choose.  Government, in my opinion, should not be forcing this down my throat.  However, when we are PAYING for insurance, I think that we should at least be provided warning of impending cancellation, particularly when the COBRA payments are high and neither of us is working.

Anyway, the company I was working part time (retail) for offered a very minimal insurance coverage, which I thankfully took, as it covered at least something partially.  They also offered Roy a part time low wage job.  While we needed much more than that, it certainly was better than nothing while we searched for something else.

… and we searched … and searched … and searched … and searched … and searched … and SEARCHED …

While we are building our own private businesses, government intervention and legislation makes it very difficult to build it the way we want, so it’s slower than we have wanted.  Thus, in the meantime, we needed to have a “job” that paid us a wage to be able to pay mortgages and every other thing that costs money in our society.

… and we searched … and searched … and searched … and searched … and searched … and SEARCHED …

The United States economy was tanking big time so people were being laid off by the millions and few were hiring.  Companies were going out of business.  However, finally, I got a break … and in April of 2009, I was offered and accepted a job working for the State of California Employment Development Department in their Unemployment Insurance Division.  It wasn’t a great or high-paying position but it gave me a wage, medical insurance for us both that would start in June, and something steady.

… and Roy continued to search … and search … and search … and search … and search … and SEARCH …

Then in May … just before the end of the month … while I still had the *VERY* limited health insurance … I got deathly ill and had to go into the hospital for emergency surgery.  I was assured by the hospital that it was truly an emergency but that they would work with us to pay it off a little at a time since the minimal insurance we had wouldn’t pay much of the bill.  I was in for 5 days.  My new insurance kicked in the day after I was released.  Marvelous.

… and Roy continued to search … and search … and search … and search … and search … and SEARCH …

In June of 2009, someone from that car accident Roy had been in in 2007 decided that we looked like good targets because we had a house so they chose to sue us.  We had to fight that.

… and Roy continued to search … and search … and search … and search … and search … and SEARCH …

Now … the job that I had secured was very understanding about my time off as well as about my second surgery in November 2009 … and I finished my training and I did well in what I did and I worked diligently.  However, the hospital ignored all attempts made by us to work with them and started harassing us for payment and referring it to collections and not taking our calls.  On July 5, 2010 (very nicely the day after Independence Day and the day before Roy’s birthday), they served us with a lawsuit for approximately $20,000.  At that time, we were looking to sell our house (one that I had lived in for 30 years and raised my children in), since I wasn’t making enough money to cover the mortgage, and we were using my IRA to make payments and help us survive.  We wanted to move from the over-priced SF Bay Area and find something easier to pay for and find a better job for me and more opportunity for Roy.  I was doing numerous job searches.

I won’t now go into all the gory details … but it was a general mess for quite some time … with unscrupulous realtors and contractors that cheated us and others … with a bank that we had to fight to get to cooperate with us … with a car accident lawsuit … with a health insurance lawsuit … and with numerous lawyers helping us.  The details aren’t important at this time.  What is important is … we got out from under the house mortgage; we got out from under the lawsuits (winning on them both); we got out of the Bay Area; and I was transferred/promoted to the EDD in Sacramento.  There’s more, but it doesn’t really matter.  We won.  That’s all *we* cared about.  Roy left his very minimal part time job to move with me and to focus on our two private businesses, and we moved to Placerville (love it love it LOVE it up there) so that I could start working at the Central Offices in the State Capitol, 2 blocks from the Capitol Building. 

That in itself was more complicated than apparent on the surface but I’ll just put out this much.  I was told on a Thursday night that I was to start working in Sacramento on the following Wednesday when I still lived in the Bay Area.  I stayed with my sweet, wonderful, college-age daughter for a few days after driving the first day to Sacramento from my home in the Bay Area, leaving at 3AM in a driving wind & rain storm.  She was awesome in bailing me out of a jam until we could find somewhere to stay until we got a place to live.  (There aren’t many college girls that would allow or want their mother to stay on their couch for a few days.  She’s an awesome human being and I love her dearly.)

There are a lot of things that I have left out of this just to shorten this story.  The story has been one comedy of errors after another.  I say comedy because I might as well laugh.  Otherwise, I’d sit in the corner and cry all day long.  We just know that *WE* are ok … and that life goes on … and that we won.

So since that time … I moved for higher pay … and was promoted again … and received a pay raise (I will say … when I work … I am a HARD worker … and at least they rewarded that) … but the economy for hiring still was terrible, and the government jobs were few and far between as their economy was just as bad if not worse.  So Roy worked our businesses … and continued to look.  However, the economy has been hard on businesses … and his private mobile DJ business has suffered big time, because when the economy is bad, people will not have parties or pay for music services.  Then … in the midst of it all … the IRS found a huge mistake we’d made in our taxes the year we were trying to move and sell the house and fight lawsuits and everything else … and they hit us with a large amount due.  We worked that out and have carried on. 

So in any event we have struggled but made it work.  At least we got the house sold and the lawsuits, etc, handled and the bills paid.  Sometimes we needed help from my dwindling IRA that also wasn’t earning much interest due to the bad economy … but we have made it work, which is all that really matters.  We have met great friends and we have made awesome political contacts and we love where we are (as long as the current federal government fools don’t mess it up too). 

 

Life goes on.  What can I say?  You make the best of what you have and carry on.  What more can you do?

… so Roy continued to search … and search … and search … and search … and search … and SEARCH …

… and I had started looking for another promotion or a better job myself … yet again … to try to supplement the massive Taxmageddon that is coming from the idiot in the White House in 2013 …

So … at the beginning of December … Roy was called back about a job he applied to in March of this year.  We’d nearly forgotten about it.  Last Friday, December 14, 2012, he was interviewed.  They called and offered him a job on Tuesday, December 18, 2012.  He starts after the 1st of the year, in January 2013.

Then today … my last day of work before I take a Christmas “vacation break” until after Christmas, I received more good news.  A promotion that I have worked for and asked for and applied for and wanted … came through effective today.

Our house may not have all the funds it wants right now … but we are definitely “Christmassing it” already.  We choose to look for the good in things.  We hope you do too.

Joy to the world …

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO US …

and JOY TO *US* …

JOY TO ROY AND JILL!

Always look for and work toward the good.  It is well worth it, no matter what is going on in life.

Bethlehem

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