Monthly Archives: November 2010


Thanksgiving has always had a sadness attached to it, from the time I was old enough to process sadness I knew that it wasn’t an entirely happy holiday to just gorge yourself on turkey and stuffing and read through the paper to contemplate shopping the next day.

Thanksgiving for us was a time we spent with dad’s family because mom’s family lived so far away and couldn’t (and as I later reasoned…wouldn’t) come spend time with us. Don’t get me wrong I love my dad’s family and will love them until the day I die. I was incredibly attached to my Nana, my dad’s mother and my Granddad and Aunt B. – my dad’s older sister were a huge part of my life growing up. Thanksgiving started to get sad when Nana died in 1999 and the downward holiday spiral just kept going and going. After Nana died my mom started making more and more of the Thanksgiving dinner and we carted it up to their house. This started to create resentment from Mom and later us as we ended up helping more and more. Granddad and Aunt B tried their best to put on a dinner but it just got sadder and more forced, and made us wonder why we were all trying.

When we started attending Next to Nowhere Christian Church we discovered quickly that they put on a community Thanksgiving dinner for anyone who had nowhere to go or no family – or just didn’t feel like cooking. We quickly jumped in and the Thanksgivings we spent serving the community were some of the best I’ve ever experienced. We could go away from it feeling happy – and then heat up our Take and Bake pizza we’d bought just for the occasion and spend time as a family.

This is my first Thanksgiving as a married lady – so that means The Man and I celebrated our first thanksgiving as a married couple yesterday. Instead of cooking a dinner for two or going out we met with our Lexington Buddies and had a lovely dinner that we purchased from Kroger. Turkey, Dressing, Mashed Potatoes, Rolls, Vegetables, and all manner of delicious carb laden food. The other ladies and I killed a bottle of blackberry wine while cooking and everything seemed to go up from there. At the end of the meal before we had dessert we went around the table talking about what we were thankful for, and at the top of the list everyone said we were thankful for each other.

I comprised a list of a few things I’m thankful for that I’d like to share.

-my family
-my incredible relationship with my husband
-my fabulous friends
-my job and the things it enables me to do
-our fantastic apartment
-my car, once it was finished exploding its a really great dependable vehicle.
-the United States, yeah, we’re having some hiccups but we’re a great nation.
-the fact that my dog doesn’t beg for food off the table, bum rush the door when we’re trying to get in and out or bark incessantly – what did we ever do to get such a good dog?
-a weekend production job (more on that later)

I’m also pretty thankful I have today off, and that tomorrow my family is meeting in Cincinnati to watch A Prairie Home Companion Live. Its going to be a great weekend, and I’m pretty convinced that I have a great life.

Be Thankful.



When I was a kid my mom and dad had a brood of fuzzy tail-less dogs running around our farm. Its true, I who love the convenience of city life was raised on a small horse farm in Close to Nowhere, KY. My mom and dad started with horses and dogs and then moved on to kids – but their first kids were two gorgeous Australian Shepherd dogs named Lucas and Patches.

My dad was given Lucas in exchange for training a beautiful Arabian horse, Lucas was my dad’s best friend – he was smart, obedient, and loving. When my dad met my mom Lucas immediately bonded with my mom and they too became best friends. My mom jokes she only married Dad for Lucas. After Mom and Dad got married they took one of my dad’s horses up to compete in Quarter Horse Congress in Columbus, Ohio. There they were met with kennels and kennels full of herding dog puppies. From Collies to Australian Cattle Dogs, to Corgis to a small kennel full of Australian Shepherds.

Mom had never seen them as puppies so she naturally fell in love and they went home with a little girl named Patches (for her merle coloring)

Patches and Lucas had two litters of puppies. Some of them stayed close – dad gave one to his brother but the dog adopted my grandmother and some of them went far away. They were beautiful, smart, obedient dogs and they were great family companions. When the last of the puppies passed away Mom and Dad swore they’d never get another Aussie.

When I moved to Lexington I decided I wanted a dog, we live in the most pet friendly apartment complex in the world so I figured that would work out well. I searched Petfinder for a dog and we almost ended up with two sister boxer puppies – who would have torn our house to pieces…I started looking at rescue organizations and there I found ROSAS, an organization called Rescue Our Shelter Animals and Strays based out of Cincinnati. We found a dog – who happened to be an Aussie that we loved but we couldn’t take him because we didn’t have a yard. When we got back from Michigan last week I put in an application with another organization called New Spirit for Aussies Rescue. Almost immediately I was contacted by a volunteer who set up a home visit, called Jose and Jenn (our references) and answered all my questions. She said they didn’t have many dogs around here but they had a lot up in Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Illinois – would we be willing to drive?


I thought about it for a while and decided that if this was what we were supposed to do the plans would fall in to place.

And she called me about an hour later saying there was a dog in Lexington for us. He was a male tri-color (black, brown, and white,) and his name was Coal. Brian called the lady who had him while I was on an interview (more on that later) and we arranged to meet at 3:00 at Jacobson Park here in Lexington.

We were pacing around the house like nervous parents – what if he doesn’t like us? What if he bites the fire out of us when he sees us? What if a million things go wrong…

So we headed to the park and a few minutes after we arrived a lady in a white car pulled up and brought him out. I’m not going to be all cheesy and say it was love at first sight — but it kind of was. We walked around with him for a while and put him in the car with us and we went home together (actually we went to petsmart first and dropped a ton of money on him…but we’re first time parents)

The lady we got him from said Coal was rescued from a puppy mill. She said she ended up going to the mill and taking out as many Aussie puppies as she could carry. Coal is registered as a Mini Australian Shepherd (which he still comes up to my knees – I guess I’m just short) and Mini’s can cost up to $1500.00 for a puppy. She took him to live with a lady here in town who kept him for three years (and never took him to the vet, never had his shots, never had him neutered…ahem!) and last week sometime (probably about the time Brian and I put in the application with New Spirit) she decided her daughter was allergic to him and gave him back to the lady who rescued him. She couldn’t keep him so she told the lady I met with about adopting and lo and behold…we have a dog!

He’s such a cute guy, he’s out on his patio (which used to be mine…) right now watching and waiting. Brian is out at the moment and he doesn’t seem to like that very much. He likes to snuggle with us, and when our friends came over last night to watch The Walking Dead he walked around the house content like “these are Coal’s friends!”


Yep, we’ve got a cute one.

Coal will probably be fodder for blog posts for years to come – so get used to looking at him!