I cherish these memories of my grandpa: riding the dolly on his ice cream route, exchanging kisses for a Cert, him holding me while dancing singing “Did You Happen to see the Most Beautiful Girl in the World?,” treating my junior high lunchroom table to ice cream bars and Eskimo Pies, his voice narrating a special section of my wedding video, the way he emphasized his point by saying “and so on. . . and so forth.” I ❤ you and miss you Grandpa!
I am a work in progress. Right now I am concentrating on learning to juggle - not balls or flaming batons but the really hard stuff: family, home and career. This blog chronicles some of that . . . I didn't set out to be a blogger. Back in 2005, when I worked for the local chapter of the American Red Cross, I had a crazy experience I call "Runnin' from Rita." I had to write it down in order to "get it out." I chose to get it out online. Fast forward 15 months, and I decided to post my annual Christmas letter online. The rest, as they say, is history. So here I am 8 years later . . .still capturing the occasional funny moment or deep thought, all in a very inconsistent manner, and with lots of . . . (dot, dot, dots) and (parenthesis) and "quotation marks." . . .You'll get used to it.