Out With the Old

Well, here we are again. The beginning of a new year. What awaits us around each corner? Who knows. Here's a recap of my last year:

-My dogs contracted sarcoptic mange, resulting in Sprite losing a lot of her hair and losing a lot of weight, making us uncertain if we could do anything to fully help her...In the end, she has her hair all back and she has finally gained weight back and she's back to her adorable self!
-I gave birth to a 6 pound, 4.3 ounce little boy, Jacob Thomas Kestner, who has been the light of our lives!
-Also in the baby boom...my best friend had her baby girl Isla, another friend had her girl Paetyn, and three other friends found they were pregnant! Congrats to all the new mamas!
-The family cat, Birthday (aka Kitty), of about 19 years passed away (we assume).
-My cat, Jasper, that I've had since college, had to go live with my parents as an outside cat. I wanted to keep him, but first he scared us two nights after we brought the baby home by jumping in the playpen with him in the middle of the night. He was over twice the baby's size, so we were worried he'd lay on Jake and smother him. Even though we then kept the door closed, he kept testing his limits with the baby in my presence. So, mom and dad were great enough to allow him to stay at their place and we set him free.
-Because of the first thing listed here, Jake and I contracted scabies, which is not fun. A good slathering of permethrin cream and we're all cleared up!
-My niece, Britt, took her first steps and won't be taking her last for a very long time!
-Sadly, two amazing people in my life passed away...Grandma and Grandpa Moore.
-My oldest brother, his wife, and their daughter welcomed another addition to their family...Kaila Reese Miller (Kai for short).
-Mike and I hosted Thanksgiving at our house...and did AMAZING, if I say so myself.

Looking toward the future, here are some plans and hopefuls:

-We'll have the burial of my grandfather at Arlington National Cemetary.
-I will hopefully find a new part-time job, or better yet, we'll find some way by some miracle for me to be a stay-at-home mom (*fingers crossed*)
-Jake will turn a year old (don't know how I feel about that...)
-THE END OF THE WORLD!!!!!!! (no, not really)

Here's hopin'!

I Sure Do Like Those Christmas Cookies, Suga'

Today was a great day. Why so great, you ask? (Well, maybe you didn't, but I'm going to tell you anyway!)
Mom and I went Christmas shopping down in Charlottesville together...with the baby in tow, of course. Not that he was really in tow. He did really well. He was laughing and flirting with the ladies the whole time! When mom and I got home, she helped me make cookies. Here's where it really made it great.
See, growing up mom always made a whole bunch of cookies and candies for the holidays. I mean, she could have had an entire bakery with the amount and variety she made. My brothers, dad, and I would sneak them here and there from the decorative cookie tins she had when she wasn't looking. When I was really little, she'd let me (and occassionally my brother) help her make them (my favorite part was cracking the eggs). The cookie she helped me make today was a jam-filled spritz cookie. Mom always had an aluminum cookie press that she'd use to make them look decorative and pretty. When my grandmother passed, we found one that she had, so it was passed on to me. I'd never used mom's before, so tonight she showed me how to use it.
I can only hope that Jake and any future kids of mine will have as much fun in the kitchen helping me as I did, and still do, with my mom.

We Found a Love in a Hopeless Place

I am completely and utterly a hopeless romantic. I loved the fairytales growing up...Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid (obviously the Disney versions, not the Grimm's Tales). The damsel in distress, the dashing Prince Charming coming to the rescue, true love's kiss...yep, I've fallen for it all. So is it any surprise that I hoped for this to happen in my life? Doesn't every woman to some degree want her white knight to come charging in on his noble steed? But we don't live in that world. We live in a world of hurt and lies and corruption at every turn. One has to wonder how we can even make it through.
Well, I stuck to my guns. Sure, I had a lot of letdowns and subsequent heartache. I mean, look at me...I don't have the petite figure and perfect features that were drawn by artists. I may have put on a happy face, but at the back of my mind I had my doubts my prince would ever come. I was going to have my fairytale, daggone it!
And I got it. I believed that there was someone out there for me. It took us a little while to find each other. Heck, my husband wasn't even really looking (not like I was, anyway). He had no intentions of ever marrying. But there's someone for everyone. I truly believe that. Soulmate is a mythical "being" that I believe is not quite so mythical. In a world where I think statistics show one out of every three or five marriages don't last, you have to believe that someone will take care of you when you're old and gray, even when they can barely take care of themselves.
I'm going to get religious on you (so atheists, don't read on!)...Noah took pairs of all the animals. They were the soulmates of the animal kingdom. Noah had his own soulmate as well on that ark. God made it that way.
Mike got me a new smartphone as an early Christmas present. As I was flipping through the apps I could download, I came across one that is a daily Bible verse (there's also devotions and more to the application, but for now I just use it for the verse to kind of give me something to think about each day). Today's verse? "1 Corinthians 13:7-8 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends."
Certain recent events have hit me (and others) hard. And then this shows up on my phone. Some have given up on the situation, but I refuse to surrender. There is method to His "madness." We may not know what exactly, yet, but I can't give up on love. The Beatles had it right...all you need is love.

(Yes, I did end an entry referring to both God and the Beatles in one paragraph...)

How Can I Be a Friend?

What do you do when you can't do anything? What do you say when there's nothing you can say? When a lifelong best friend's life is turned upside down, you want to turn it back right for them, but you can't. You can say all the cliches, like "hang in there" or "everything happens for a reason." And, yes, maybe everything does happen for a reason, but it's not something they want to hear in a time like this. In fact, what does anyone want to hear during a time like this? Maybe they don't want to hear anything...they want to feel it.

There's Always Someone Else For You to Blame

Okay, recent events in the media are really starting to tick me off!
Number one: Penn State scandal
Instead of looking at the man who was actually committing the crime, they turn it around on the good Samaritan. Joe Paterno turned in the man who was molesting the boys, did what he was supposed to do, and yet the country is blaming him, saying he should have gone even higher. He did what was expected. He did what was asked. If he had done any more, he would have been chewed up one side and down the other. It's like the little story my father tells me: A man gets stabbed and the knife is left in him. When the police come, he is arrested for having a concealed weapon. Seriously, people?
Number two: Violence in the media/violence being committed
Okay, I wasn't sure how to word that, so let me explain: I watch the news every morning while I pump (I know, you really didn't want to know that!), and then again at mom's while I'm feeding the baby. I kid you not, every single morning there is a new story about a shooting/stabbing/hit-and-run that happened overnight (five on Halloween night!). The other day there was a story about a student that was stabbed while trying to break up a fight at the college my mom (and my dad?) went to. Fox 5 News got a professional on there for an interview, who proceeded to "explain" that all of this violence with people today is due to mainstream media showing it all the time...news, movies, video games, prime time networks. I absolutely ABHOR the idea that this has such an effect on our minds! I watch shows like NCIS, CSI, Law & Order, etc., but you don't see me going out and trying to murder someone!!! I remember one episode of The Simpsons (I'm not a big fan of the show, but I've caught a few episodes over the years) when Marge (the mom, for those that don't know) and Maggie (the baby) are watching the cartoon Itchy & Scratchy, which is always violent, normally ending in one of the characters being brutally killed or at least maimed. Maggie then proceeded to try to kill/injure Homer (the dad...but I think just about everyone knows that!). Marge blamed it on the cartoon. I forget exactly how the episode resolved...I remember the makers of the cartoon then made Marge a character to make fun of her. Anyway...the point is Bart and Lisa always watch the cartoon and they were fine. The majority of the country watch shows/play games like that and they aren't going out and killing/maiming people. There are people that may not see any of it, and yet they will go out for blood. The media has nothing to do with a person's willingness to cause harm.
Okay, I think I'm done with my little rant. I'm going to stop now. Good-bye.

When You Say Nothing at All

Ever since I've gone back to work two and a half weeks ago, I've wanted to stay home. I've been a little stressed, what with trying to work out with my parents (who have been the greatest, as always!) when they're going to have him, getting up and getting not only myself ready to go in the mornings but Jake as well, getting back into the swing of things at work, and having to deal with an "apprentice." I just feel like I've been almost going a mile a minute! There's some tension at work that has been building since before I went on leave, and I came back to it being at an all-time high. So many things are running through my mind at any given minute.

And then I come home to this...

...and all is right in the world again!

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes...Turn and Face the Strange

It's been a little while, I know. You're probably all thinking, "Now why don't she write?" I've been a little preoccupied with a certain little one, however, and haven't had very much interesting to say, except possibly how cute my son looks when he smiles, or how cute his little coos and laughs are...or just how cute he is in general, but I figured that would get a little old after, say, five or six entries so I figured I'd keep my fingers in check.
No, I'm writing now because so much is going through my mind. I've been thinking about how, when I look back on my life, it seems like it's going by so fast. I feel as though I was just in school, and yet now I've graduated, met a wonderful mand and got married, bought a house, and just had a baby. Wow, a lot has gone on in my life!
And now I think I may have another change coming into effect. I've been at my job now since my sophmore year of high school (grant it, I was a kennel person back then and now I'm a groomer). This is the one and only job I've had. It's had it's ups and downs, and I love doing what I'm doing. There just have been some recent developments that have gotten me thinking about other things out there. Part of me is scared...scared of the unknown, of the new, of the different. I've been in the same place for over 10 years now, and although I've been told numerous times that it's not the best job for me, I've stayed because I was comfortable with it.
But I think it's time for me to get out of my comfort zone...well, a little. Change of scenery, perhaps. The other day (my second day back to work after the baby), on my way to work I was just thinking about different things: how I hated leaving my son, how the situation at work had gotten even worse (which none of us had even thought was possible), how my husband and I could try to cut expenses here and there, or at least somehow try to save more money. While all of this...and more...was going through my head, the Garth Brooks song "The River" was playing on the radio. Now, I've mentioned before here about one of the reasons behind the title of my blog. That being said, one line really hit me as I listened:
"I know there'll be rough waters, and I know I'll take some falls. But with the good Lord as my captain, I can make it through them all."
I started tearing up right there and then. I've mentioned before that I'm not an uber religious person and don't ever claim to be. But I believe I was being sent a message of sorts. I had been contemplating leaving the grooming career for something that was an easier job (or at least in my mind it was), like a bank teller or a cashier. A position where I didn't have to do much, just be there with a smile because it was easy. While that still sounds tempting, that line keeps popping in my head. I had always detested those people that do their job, not because they love it, but because it pays a lot of money, and then in the end complain on and on about how much they hated their job. I never wanted to be one of those people. And yet here I was thinking about becoming one! I love being around animals. I really like grooming, my artistic ability coming out through the haircuts. I don't necessarily have to still be a groomer, but I'd still like to be in the animal business.
So, here I go, into the wild blue yonder...or at least out to find somewhere new. It may be rough, and I'll be a bundle of nerves, but I know I have Someone looking out for me wherever I go.