Thank you.

Thank you all for your well wishes & prayers. For the first time in years my Thanksgiving went over with out any co-dependency hitches. My life is sailing along smoothly, and getting easier. I have had a few hiccups here & there, but for the most part it is all coming together.

I do have some news to report regarding the promotion I posted for. For the first time ever I feel like I handled being passed over with dignity and professionalism. There is an upside, they are hiring another 6 candidates in about 3 months, so I will press on & try to move up then.

The down side to the possible promotion is crazy hours, less time at home, and packing up the family to move. These are all things my family will have to weigh if the time comes.

I am off to the Bengals vs Ravens game tonight. I hope my Bengals pull it off & move closer to a play off berth.

I need to go get ready, and get my game face on. I have new pictures that I will hopefully post this weekend so you can see what I have been up to.

Take care of you!

KC

Several Times Now...

Several times now I have meant to post this, and haven't yet.  One week when I was coming home to KY, I was pulling in the driveway, and feeling really down about doing the whole commute thing to the windy city.  Then out of my speakers blared something that resonated to the pit of my soul with its five words...
 
Just got home from Illinois,
Lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down,
Take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in,
Pretty soon I’m singin,
 
Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door.
 
There’s a giant doing cartwheels,
A statue wearin high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur victrola listening to Buck Owens.
 
Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door.
 
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won’t you take a ride on the flyin spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wondrous apparition provided by magician.
 
Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door.
 
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won’t you take a ride on the flyin spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Bother me tomorrow, today, Ill buy no sorrows.
 
Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door.
 
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today, Ill buy no sorrows.
 
I instantaneously left my bad mood and moved on to a better day.  Commuting has always worn me down one piece at a time.  I can do it, but I am WAY more emotional than I let on to be, and though it will never break me, it does make me bend.  

J will never know how much all that she does while I am not here means to me.  Her patience alone is one of many subjects that I will never truly be able to express to her the depth of my appreciation on.  It is funny how HP knows just who is right for you.  She knows how to sit and tell me when she really feels something in the moment and it is in Keesha language.  Yes, there are Keesha’isms’ & there is Keesha’neese’.  I don’t know where her patience comes from because sometimes she says shit to me, and I am just like the dude in Napoleon Dynamite “IDIOT”.  I really take her words to heart and try to act upon her requests, because as my dear friend Pete told me “yeah, she puts up with your shit.”  He also speaks Keeshaneese…lol

Our son has been acting so crazy lately, and I don’t know if it is his medicine or if his lil heart is hurting, but it kills me to leave with him going through all of this.  I know he doesn’t want me to leave either, but he knows I have to.  Only HP knows what will happen with my job, but I think I will cry for days if I don’t get it, because that will mean I will spend at least another year commuting before my family can move to be with me.  All I can do right now is pray for strength for all of us.  Unfortunately, this commuting life is one that my wife and son are all too familiar with. I know it is hard for him, and we talk about it, but words don’t always heal a constant ache.

Trying to be a good mother, wife, friend, and person is hard enough when you live in one place.  The disorganization that commuting causes my Virgo self is the hardest part of it all for me.  No matter how hard I worked at being all of those things before I have to work even harder at them now, or so it seems to me.

On a lighter note, I interviewed with a wedding photographer in Cincinnati last Friday, and he offered me a job on the spot.  The problem is, I don’t know what is going to happen at my job.  I would like to take the job because the money is good, and I am eager to learn more about my 2nd trade, and I think this could be a career that could really work for me.  However, there are a lot of buts in the equation currently, so I will expend way too much brain power on this for a while…

Now that I have given your eyes reader’s cramps and taken you on my roller coaster ride of emotions, I need to wrap this up and finish my coffee do some laundry and take some pictures.  Maybe they can speak the words I couldn’t say here today.

Take care of you,
KC