"DADDY"

I do not have much memory of my early childhood with my Dad. I know that he always worked at least two jobs so we could have the things that we needed, and wanted. When I was about nine we moved. It was not very far, just a new house. It was then, that my Dad and I really started to not relate very much anymore, at all. While I am not sure why, "What The Hell" it happened. I always admired my girlfriends that had a great relationship with their Fathers. I guess something about girls and their Dads. I just did not have it! Somewhere down the road, after my son Patrick was born, my Dad and I also were born. He, and I have been very close since then. He is a great, Grandfather. The boys all call him "Dad." "Dad" is now 88, soon to be 89. His mind is not as good as it used to be. I am sorry for him. He is a Marine, and does not like to not be sharp all the time. I am sad for all the years that we did not share together. But so very, very grateful for all the days we have now. He is really a funny guy! "What the Hell" I never new that! I hug and kiss him. And "What the Hell" he even tells me he loves me! Thanks Daddy, I love you too! XOXO

ANGUS MILLS (ANGY)

It is about nine years ago that I bought Angus. Some guy was standing on the side of the road holding him up like Simba! I could not resist. (big surprise) My son named him after some guy in a band. Angus, was pretty crazy in his early years! He loved to jump the fence, all 7 feet of it! Once we were on a cruise. Angus jumped, ended up in the pound, and then almost died from Kennel cough! "What the Hell" is that? It was then that he lost a little weight, in the ball area! About a year ago, he started having a very hard time breathing. I took him to the vet. Poor Angus, the vet said he had cancer, and had about six months to live! So "What The Hell" I brought his happy ass in the house to live the rest of his life with me! Since then, we have been complete companions! OH YEAH! I get up , Angus gets up, I go outside, Angus goes outside, I go to the bathroom, Angus goes with me! Just so you know, Angus can open the door by himself! My husband gets so pissed at him because he follows me wherever I go! EVERYWHERE!! "I tell him he likes me he can't help it." So I ask you, "What the Hell?" The vet missed it on this one! I am grateful!!!! I love my friend, and worry about the day when it does come. Who will follow me around and open doors for me? Who will be my "Angy Mills?" "WHAT THE HELL"

'HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOU'

I believe that I have already established that I love Rod Stewart! Whenever I hear the song Have I told you lately that I love you, I cry! "What The Hell" It really hits me right in the gut. We do not tell each other enough how much we love each other! And, while I believe that actions speak louder then words, I still like to hear it! I tell my husband, and my son every morning before they leave I love them. Maybe, I do not tell my husband that enough! Pat is, well, lets just call him grumpy! So I search my soul and try to figure out what I can do to make him not so grumpy! But "What the Hell" is this???? He is happy when he has toys, and hot baths, and his snuggie! He loves to smoke! "What the hell" can I do about that? He likes to stay home with his family. But doesn't have much to say to us. He would change the world if he could. Gets on his soapbox, and goes off. That makes him very happy!!! I am thinking that today when he gets home I will say "HEY, HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOU?" I mean "What the Hell"right? "Without change there would be no butterflies"