faeritales can come true

It's been quite a while, right? I'm still here still thinking about all of You.

Life has been busy for the last few years. Worrying about absolutely everything. Loss and love and all the in between.

We lost the Old Guy down the Hill.

We Lost My Professor. It is still a huge hole in our lives, and hearts.

It has been hard on our kids. We have been having a custody battle with his family over the Baby. Our newest tiny girl.

They wanted nothing to do with her or her dying mother until they learned that all of his many assets were left to our family in trust for the Tiny Girl and the Foster son he adopted.

Got nothing much else to voice. My heart hurts. All the time. Aching.

Hoping you all know I have never forgotten about any of you.

Surrounded by kids and a bunch of old folks, does not make it easy to snap photos of my Monkey Butt.

Seriously, I feel like I'm pulling up to summer camp when I get a chance to come home.

Teens, kids, babies, old people I barely know.

Cute cute babies who think I'm their grandma.

When I get the chance, I'll tell you all about life up here since covid hit.

Pics? Ha! I'm just happy to get my guys in bed and try to SEX them to near death. Maybe it's the other way around.

Which reminds me...we have the FLB to ourselves this morning.

I'm back on the road tomorrow, and I have to spend time in office (the job that pays a few bills).

Love to all of you!

Just sitting by the fire pit, all by yourself.

All alone mind you. Feeding branches into the pit. ALONE. picking your nose, because...you can.

Is it okay for one of your men to just sneak up on you and scare the hell out of you, causing you to scream and jamb your finger into your nose? IS IT?

There I might have been, minding my own business...picking my nose (not a bit sexy) singing weird sings, out of tissue. And (maybe?, maybe not?) picking my nose...when someone..(not saying who) scared the hell out me.

Is that okay?

This is all hypothetical.

Probably didn't happen. ( Might have happened).

How does one keep their sexy sexy persona, when they are flat out busted picking their nose?

All hypothetical.

When she was your everything?

When you just knew that you couldn't live without her?

When she was your best friend?

You and her against the world?

Life before kids? Mortgage? Real life?

When all you wanted to do was wrap her in your arms and never let anything hurt her?

When life was just this moment?

When your dreams were her dreams too?

When did you stop dreaming?

Was it when the babes were born?

When she left your bed to nurse that babe?

When you turned your eye toward others?

When you turned your back on her, did you abandon your dreams?

Do you think she is still dreaming, while you feel like you're caught in a nightmare?

Do you know that she knows that you feel the weight of her love like an anchor?

Do you know that she hurts?

Did she adapt to changes, while you fought them off?

Did she hurt you so deep, and you thought it was water under the bridge, but it wasn't?

She knows it was wrong and doesn't know how to fix it.

It must be hard to be the one who fucked it all up.

What do you do when your best friend is not the one you can turn to?

Do you remember?

~Fae~

Well? Are you?

You know how my worry bump goes into overdrive.

It's in Hyperdrive now.

Silly peeps. I'd never leave without saying goodbye.

I love you all too much to do that!

He's hot.

I'm not sure what it is, or why, but I am actually taking the time to watch this program.

I had surgery on my hand last Friday, so that put a kink in my days, as well as taking the kink out of my nights.

Grateful that other peeps around here get to do all the shoveling. I feel quite lazy.

New puppy showed up on our doorstep. He was rather ill from parvo. We couldn't find any other pups around. We believe he was dumped by someone who hoped he'd freeze to death. Pisses me off that they can't just take them to the pound. All our shelters are no kill. He only weighed four pounds. I hooked him up to an IV overnight and took him to the vet the next morning. Parvo was confirmed and he spent two nights in the hospital. One of us stayed with him the entire time. He gained two pounds by the time we got him home. Now he's a thirty pound golden terror. He's eaten all my slippers. When some item around here disappears we hope he chewed it up before swallowing, so he can poop it out. He manages to rearrange our FLB when we're not looking. He drags my pillows off somewhere.

He terrorizes my old men dogs and they still haven't killed him. He avoids the cat, and doesn't mess with the skunks.

Like we'd not keep him! Ha! We adore him. Even the old man loves him, though he won't admit it. When the pup isn't here with us, he's curled up under his feet. Nana complains about "the hair, where does it all come from?". Yet I catch her sneaking treats to him. I pretend not to notice.

Littles make life just that much better, no matter what species they might be.

Enough rambling.

A great and wonder filled New Year to all of you, from all of us here on the mountain top!

I got nothin'.

Well, I've got a few things, but no oomph to do it with.

I miss you Tumblr mates.

So, what else has been going on around these here parts?

I don't think there is anything offensive about my butt.

Do you?

I've been on the receiving end of seemingly endless medical costs. It can wear a person down, just at what feels like the lowest point in your life.

I've also spent quite a bit of time working in oncology.

I know what Corey is going through. Emotionally and physically.

I've said it before.

Cancer patients are the bravest strongest people on the planet.

Help a fellow out.

Financially or just send him a message.

Corey, I am so saddened to read your latest news. I'm sending good thoughts your way. @thelifesporadic