Victory Will Be Mine...Again?!!

Tenie's aunt really was a life saver. I have a funny feeling that the website that she gave me and I posted earlier is going to come in handy. That makes me a bit nervous about moving to Scotland because it makes me wonder how much fighting we're going to have to do just in order to enjoy basic daily living. You're probably confused-let me explain.
Remember how I had explored the avenue of personal trainer? One of the schools emailed me back today-the one I told was blind-and they basically told me they couldn't take me on because of it. They didn't ask any questions as to my skills or my needs. They just decided that because I said I may need a bit more hands-on training that they were not equipped to take me on. It really shouldn't matter what my skills are or how capable I am in the sporting/fitness/personal training arena, there should be an equal opportunity available to learn; regardless of able-bodiedness or disability.
So, I sent the company that link and explained that a new law was past in October of 2010 that stated it is illegal to deny a person access to learning facilities based on disability. I was polite and said that I wasn't trying to be confrontational. I'm really not trying to be. Maybe they just don't know, but something needs to be done about that. Are these two experiences indicative of the life Mr. K and I are going to be living in Edinburgh? If so, this is going to become exhausting really quickly. On the other hand, we'll have a good support network and it would seem that some people need to be made aware of the abilities of disabled people. I have mixed views on educating the public. Some days I am all ready to go and other days I resent the fact that I can't eat the sandwich without having to explain to someone that "yes, in fact, I can shave my own legs." You should hear some of the questions I get! But that is neither here nor there. The fact of the matter is, I have had to use the Equality and Human Rights website twice in a ten hour period. All I can say is that I am just grateful that I have it; it changes everything.
Thank you Tenie's Aunt. :)

Victory Will Be Mine!!!

And it's all thanks to Tenie's Aunt.
After reading my blog post from yesterday, she took it upon herself to do some digging and found what I have been looking for...Access   Laws!!! I have been searching for Access Laws basically since we decided to move to Scotland, but they have been so difficult to find. But not anymore! Access Laws can be found
here.
Based on the law that was implemented in October 2010, the letting agency is committing "direct discrimination" against a person based on sed person having a disability. A person with a disability cannot be denied access to goods/services/facilities because they have a disability, which is exactly what this letting agency was doing. I never thought I'd have to fight for access to my best friend's "flat," but I will if I have to!

Three Weeks To Go

It is three weeks from today that we leave for Scotland. We have run into another small, or rather a quite large glitch, in that Tenie's landlord has stated that we can't stay with them while we're trying to find a "flat." He said it was because of the guide dogs and the "flat" being a "no pet" rental unit. I never would have thought that would be a problem. In Canada and the United States, if you are renting and you want your friends or family members over they can come, regardless of them having a service dog. I'm not really certain what the laws are, but I'm going to do some digging because if we can't stay with them, we may not be able to go. Staying in a hotel while trying to find a place to stay would wipe out our savings completely. We have started requesting further information from letting agents on flats to see if we can't have somewhere to move instantly into upon arrival. If it were me, I'd sneak us in and if the landlord showed up for an inspection I would do one of two things:
1. Hide the dogs and I in a bedroom and when they come to investigate I'll scream I'm naked and that I'll charge them with sexual harassment...or
2. Tell them that we are just visiting for the day until we find a place, but staying in a hotel at night.
but that is just me. I have a "stick it to the man" bone in me. It's not as strong as it was when I was in university, but it's still there. If we went with plan B, how could they prove any different? I won't push it with the girls as I know they don't want to lose their lease, but I really don't know what we're going to do. We do still have three weeks and when the ladies return from the Highlands where they are on an archaeological dig-because my friends are that cool-they will start looking for flats for us.
Besides the giant flat problem, things are moving right along. The potential employer I mentioned has confirmed that they received my job application, which I filled out yesterday morning. I'm really hoping something comes of it as it will take a lot of stress off of both of  us. I'll keep digging around for other jobs in the mean time though. I also have an idea for a small business that I am in the process of getting started, but I'll let you know more about it once it's up and running. Mr. K and I had a good chat last night and he is helping me design the website, which means it's going to be awesome!
I do have a question for you wonderful people with regards to the website. What colour schemes do you think are inviting when you visit a site? Pastels, bold and bright...any suggestions? Even though I'm blind I have a strange awareness of colours and which ones should go together, but since I can't see any of the websites I visit, I don't really know what is visually pleasing and welcoming to visitors. Wouldn't that be an interesting study? Set up three websites with identical content, but with different colour schemes and see which ones get the higher volume? Anyway, that's not the point. Let me know what you think.

I Think I Need More Coffee

Do you ever have those days when you feel like you've been run over by a truck? I may be having one of those today. What I think is happening is that I'm so excited/worried/doing a million things/going crazy about this move to Scotland that I think I'm getting a bit worn out. Notice how I did list "excited" first? I am excited-super excited. I wish we were leaving now! Wait, I think I've said that before. There are a few reasons for that and one of them being that if I could just hit a huge fast forward button, we'd be there and we could skip this stressful stage of moving.
Last night I hauled two jam packed garbage bags full of mine and Mr. K's stuff downstairs and stacked them with the other two bags and one box sitting in our dining room. We've already sent three or four bags to Good Will and these, and I'm sure a few more, will join them. We're selling some things, but other unsellable items are getting donated.
We also filled our first vaccuum pack bag with linens that we're taking and it made me realise how much we're going to have to leave here. It's just too expensive to either ship the stuff or to take extra bags. Mr. K looked up  costs for extra baggage last night and we both had a bit of a freak out. It basically means we're taking less stuff, including my bass which we need to sell. We still have a few other things up for sale, but with the move getting closer and closer, we're running out of time to sell them and that is nerve wracking in itself. Here is a small list of things we have up for sale:
-my electric bass guitar complete with travel case
-Mr. K's car
-our dryer
-our Queen sized bed
-Matilda (my road bike),
-my hot stone set (for massage),
-a bed frame (double sized)
and who knows what else. We also have a bunch of kitchen stuff we're giving away, like plate sets, flatware, pots, baking tools Etc.
Then, on top of all this, I had received an email from the woman who helped me fill out my application to Queen Margaret University back in january. She had noticed that my name wasn't in the acceptance letters and wondered what had happened. I told her and she offered to check and make sure that my aplication was up for consideration for 2012. I had been told that it was, but it doesn't hurt to have things triple checked right? By the sounds of her response, things still weren't organised properly, but she assures me that my application is now in for consideration. Wait, what? I thought it already was. Either these people are completely disorganised or lack communication skills. I've decided that a visit to the QMU campus is in order once we're settled in. I may decide after visiting that perhaps attending QMU is not an option. If their acceptance process is any indication of how the program is run, I don't think I want to be going there...but we'll see.
I've also been freaking about getting Glacier and Roscoe's paperwork worked out. We have to have the seven page document stamped for each dog. Originally, we were going to get that done early, but the USDA dude told me that we couldn't do that until the six month period had expired. I think I have since figured out that that is incorrect. I wish people who had no idea what they were talking about would keep their misinformation to themselves. I have contacted the Animal Reception people to make sure I'm correct and if I am, we'll be making a visit to Mr. USDA guy sooner than later. I have read that if animals go  over to the UK without the six month period being finished, they can finish it in a kennel. If that is the case, the documentation can be stamped before the expiration of the time because that stamp needs to be on the paperwork before the animal leaves its country of origin. Did I lose you yet?
Oh yeah and then I had to dig through the DEFRA website to find out what kind of flea/tick/tape worm treatments are acceptable. I copy and pasted that to our vet. All we need is to show up 24 hours before we're to leave and have them tell us that they don't have the correct treatments. I think I've mentioned this before, but we have to get the dogs "flea dipped" (AKA treated for fleas/ticks/tape worms) no more than 48 hours before departure, but no less than 24 hours. Fun, fun.
I've also been job searching like a maniac. I did get a reply from one potential employer and I filled out a job application this morning. I'm really hoping something comes of it. It seems like a really neat organisation, but I'll keep that to myself until I know more.
I've also been doing more research into dog training. It's a notion that won't go away. I've emailed a few rescue  organisations and trainers with not much luck. One breed specific organisation did email me back, but just to tell me that they only need experienced handlers and people familiar with that breed. Please tell me how that is good for your RESCUE organisation?! I had told her that I wanted to know more about the breed and that I would love to help out any way possible, including administration duties. Her response shocked me. She wasn't rude, but quite elitist. It's like because I don't know anything about that breed, then I'm not invited into the club. Erm, how are people supposed to get to know that breed? How are people supposed to know if that breed is right for them? Wouldn't it cut down on rehomings and such things if people were actually allowed to get to know the breed of dog they are thinking of buying/adopting?
Out of the six trainers I emailed, one responded, but I think I may come on a bit strong or a little over enthusiastic. I haven't heard back from him. Then again, he could be busy, but I think I was a bit over zealous in responding. I was just so excited someone actually replied and gave me useful information.
The personal training courses seem to have hit a wall. A few of the places I have contacted have not responded and the one that did, dropped off the face of the planet once I told him I was blind; slightly suspicious. It's fine. I think it would have been too expensive for me to pursue that avenue anyway.
So, really, that has been it in a nut shell but when you are living it it is very easy to get emotionally frazzled for no reason. I just really need to step back and get some perspective. Maybe a massage would be nice...or I'll just have another cup of coffee-it's cheaper. :)

My Boys

WARNING: Sappy post ensues!!!!

There are three of them; two furry, one not; two four legged, one not; two short, one not. But they all have something in common, they're my boys and they make my day.
Right now, Glacier, Roscoe and I are sprawled out on the mattress we have on our living room floor since we are minus a couch. Both dogs are snoring away, but I feel secure with them squashing my feet. Mr. K is upstairs  fast asleep, but if I were to be up there tucked in beside him, I would feel just as secure. I don't mean "secure" in the "a robber  may break in and I have two big dogs and one big husband to protect me" kind of secure. I mean the "I am loved" kind of secure. I think sometimes it is easy to forget that feeling with all of the craziness that living life brings, but in the quiet of this morning as I slipped out of bed and out the bedroom door with the two dogs following behind wagging their tails and Mr. K waking briefly to make sure I was fine, that secure feeling washed over me. It stayed with me as I poured cereal and ate it with Glacier warming my feet under the kitchen table, which by the way, is a lopsided card table that is a stand in for our actual dining room table that I sent back with my parents. It stayed with me as I read through early morning blogs while Glacier twitched and grumbled in his sleep and Roscoe snored. Here are these three beings who care about me and I care about them. This is what living should be about in its simplest state; people caring for one another. Well, perhaps that should be expanded to  people and animals caring for one another.
I wish everyone could find that feeling today, or maybe tomorrow, but either way look for it. If you can't find it, it'll find you; especially when you least expect it. I can't tell you how many times I have sat in this exact same spot, in this exact position and not realised just how really loved I am.
My boys may come in different varieties and they may show their love in different ways, but I got the message this morning. And I hope, they get the message back. :)

Ode To The "Square"

Oh, dear Square, how have you come into our lives and changed them forever. Until you, there was not a soft, plush toy that could stand up to the massive jaws of Mr. G. With your reinforced seams and your funny shape, you could provide hours and hours of entertainment. At first, everyone ignored you and you lay alone on the living room floor while five dogs ran around with other toys, but one day Glacier realised how much fun you were and he never left you alone again.
 I would throw you and the boys would chase you. I would hold you and the boys would pull you. I would bounce you off of a wall because I am a horrible shot and because you are soft, you would not break anything. You are the first toy I could chuck around the living room and feel safe that crashing glass would not  ensue. You were a tireless companion and when Glacier was worn out from wrestling you from Roscoe's jaws, you let him use you as a pillow while he took a nap.
Oh, dear Square although you have not left us yet, I found the tiniest of holes in your seam and it is only a matter of time before Glacier realises you no longer want to be square, but that you wish to be flat. It will be a sad, sad day when I have to throw you in the garbage because you were the best twenty bucks I ever spent on a dog toy. You were looking a bit frayed as of late and I was hoping you would last until August 18th, but if you feel you are tired of being tossed, tugged, chomped and slobbered on, then I guess we'll just have to find a way to go on without you...either that or I'll have to buy a new one because Glacier will be so heart broken.

The Square Ball from the Toughies toy line has been one of the best investments we have made with regards to dog toys. It has lasted over four months in our house, which is a miracle and is the first plush toy Glacier has ever been able to play with. I bought him a Skinny once, thinking that the lack of stuffing would keep him from wanting to tear it up; boy was I wrong. He ripped it up in less than five minutes and then I removed it because I did not want him swallowing the squeaker. In all seriousness though, if you have a dog with a heavy mouth, the Square Ball is for you.

All of Our Ducks In a Row

Okay, so perhaps I'm not lining up ducks, but I am trying to get things ready for when we arrive in Edinburgh. Mr. K starts class three days after we land and I really want things to go as smoothly as possible. I'm not under any illusions, as I've stated before, that there won't be any glitches, but I'm trying to eliminate as many as I can. The "duck" I am working on is finding employment. Since I may or may not get into Queen Margaret this fall, finding a job is necessary. The problem is, there aren't many jobs in the field I can work in and I sort of feel unemployable. I know that I am, but there are a few things that make think someone else may get the job over me.
I think the biggest factor is that I am not from the UK. My qualifications are not the same as the ones that the job descriptions are looking for. Actually, my qualifications are more advanced in some ways-my massage program was a 2200 hour program whereas massage courses take place on weekends in most cases in Scotland-but I don't have the letters behind my name that they are looking for. I have applied anyway. You will never know until you try. I know I have to be patient and I think that is my biggest problem right now.
I hate waiting. I've never been good at it. Dog training still calls to me, but the cost of the courses is just not something we can afford right now. Part of me just wants to say, "screw it" and open up a pet store/bakery, but again, that isn't very realistic. That would be a pricy venture too.
There seem to be a lot of jobs available for Personal Trainers and I've actually sent out a few requests for more information. Becoming a Personal Trainer would actually suit Physiotherapy quite well and I could complete the course in as little as  six weeks. I'm really trying to keep my options open. I just wish I had some responses back, whether yay or nay, so that I knew we had a bit of a more concrete plan upon arrival. Then again, it probably wouldn't kill me to take a few weeks to settle in. With the move getting closer and closer, I think I'm just being a worry wart. A pet store does sound good though doesn't it? A bakery, an spot for canine massage, training services...I can just see it now. :)

Things to Be Considered

Everyone who has been reading for a while, knows that I can be a bit fanatical about what my dogs eat. I think it partly stems from my own awareness about human nutrition and trying to eat healthily. Today I come back to dog nutrition. I have really been researching what it would take to feed my dogs a raw diet, but I've gotten a   lot of mixed information and thus mixed feelings about it. Let me explain where this all came from first. *Side note: you may want to grab a snack. This is a long post*.
Roscoe, Mr. K's 68 pound Leader dog, has always had funky smelling breath and extraordinarily slimy slobber. He was a kissy monster from day one, but no one wanted his lovings because they stayed stuck to your arm/face/hand after the kissing was done. Very gross, but it was just something Mr. K decided to accept about him. From there his grain allergies, which we did not know existed then, just became worst. Besides the stinky and gloppy slobber, Roscoe started developing ear infections and it wasn't because he was swimming in a swamp. He would get them even in the winter, despite not playing out in the snow. There was no reason for them, but a little light went off in the back of my mind, telling me that I had seen this before. I thought perhaps that he was allergic to chicken as Jetta had grown to be, but I didn't say anything because I wasn't entirely sure. Then, Roscoe blew his entire coat; well, almost all of his entire coat. and he has a very thick, wavy coat. Why do you think we call him "Shaggy Dog?" It came out in chunks and it wasn't just the under coat. His top coat flew off too and the very thin layer of fur still covering him was coarse and wiry to the touch. It felt brittle and dry. I told Mr. K what I thought was going on and  Mr. K took Roscoe off of the chicken based food and switched him to a food that had salmon as its protein source. Roscoe did well on this for a while. His breath improved drastically, his ears cleared up, his coat grew back in thick and shiny  and his slobber wasn't as thick. Oh yes, and his poop was much smaller; all signs that we had found a good food for him. The problem is that it didn't stay that way. Roscoe seems to get used to the food he is on. At least, that is the conclusion I have come to.
Roscoe is just over four years old and I can't tell you how many different brands of food he has been on and it's not because we like screwing with our dogs' digestive tracts. If my count is right, Roscoe has been on four to five different brands of dog food. He does well on them at the start, but within six to eight months, his allergic symptoms come back; and it's started with the food we have them on now. I think Mr. K might think I'm nuts, but it's true.
Last night we asked Roscoe to come up on the bed. It's a treat and neither Glacier nor Roscoe are allowed to be up there without us asking them. He was being his usual goofy Roscoe self, rolling around, snorting and wagging his tail vigorously. That's when I noticed his breath. It was horrible. I haven't smelled it this bad in a very long time; it nearly made me gag. While he was flailing about on his back, his ears flapped open and I could smell them and they did not smell good. They kind of smelled like a warm potato-and not one with sour cream, bacon and cheese on it. More like a warm potato that is close to the rotting stage; a starchy smell. Roscoe had an ear infection when he was up visiting Glacier and I in Ontario and he got another one when he got back to SC, both of which I was able to clear up with a home made ear cleanser. Since those ear infections-one in May and one at the beginning of July-I've kept a pretty steady regiment of cleaning his ears once a week. With that in mind, his ears should not have smelled like that. I wiped them out this morning and was horrified at the amount of wax that came out on the tissue. So, the ears and the breath are definitely a problem.
On top of those two issues, Roscoe's coat has  been flying off in clouds of black fur. He'll shake and a huge puff comes off of him. If you rub him enthusiastically, wads of fur come flying off and small furballs are left in your hands. It almost makes me not want  to pet him. I could "Furminate" him for hours and it still wouldn't be enough. He's also started chewing on his paws, which we originally thought was him trimming his own claws-because he does that-but upon inspection, I realised that he was nibbling away at the pads. This is another indication that there is something wrong in his diet. Last night we bought a bag of treats and I made sure they were grain free, but even if the previous treats had grains, they weren't getting them enough for him to be reacting so severely.
This brings me back to feeding our dogs a raw diet. I know it works. I know a few people who feed their dogs this way and it has been successful for them. I'm not disputing the validity or the goodness of feeding your dog raw, but I have a few concerns.
1. First of all, some of the people who have designed websites around feeding your dogs raw, do not make you feel welcome. They are abrasive and almost seem like you are joining a cult. They make a lot of big claims without backing them up and one site wanted me to feed my dog a dead animal carcass as a part of their regular meals. The person writing this particular website made you feel like a sinner for not feeding your dog properly and for supporting commercial dog foods. I don't think this attitude is going to get people to switch. She tore vets a new one for being sponsored by commercial dog food companies, but it was an attack more than anything. I think to some degree, raw feeding is not for everyone and being forceful about it is not the way to get people to do it. If I didn't already know about it, I definitely would have been turned off.
2. It is hard to figure out how exactly you should be feeding your dog. Our dogs are working dogs and I am hesitant to switch them to something that could potentially under feed them; we can't have it impacting their working capability. One website told me to just feed my dog "a salmon filet with some organ meat." That is all it said. No mention of organ meats, especially liver, being high in vitamin A and having to watch your dog's intake. They also said that your dogs don't need fruits or vegetables. Okay, perhaps they don't need fruits, but don't they need some kind of ruffage to keep things moving and to clear out bad cholesterol? Your dogs eat grass for a reason and it's not because their stomachs are upset. I think raw feeding could be done incorrectly and these websites could potentially contribute to that. I did find one good website that talks about the "basics of raw feeding" and it was much more informative and friendly. It decreased some of my anxiety over raw feeding Glacier and Roscoe, but it just seems like there is not enough information out there for me to feel comfortable making the switch.
3. What if it's a change I can't maintain either for financial reasons or time restrictions? Doing most things as a blind person usually takes twice as long as doing the same task as a sighted person. What if I get into Physiotherapy school and do not have the time to prepare their meals properly? Also, how the crap do you feed raw if you're in class? Kibbles are more sanitary and easier to dump into a collapsable bowl, have your dog gobble them up and then carry on. Glacier has to be fed on a regular schedule for two reasons. First, he throws up if he has an empty stomach; something fairly common in Labs. Second, a schedule keeps his poop regular and I know when he's going to go; most of the time. That means, I know when he needs a bathroom break or if he's going to go in the morning or before bed. There aren't any surprises in the mall or grocery store. Some websites claim that feeding raw is cheaper than comercial foods, but I'm not entirely sure how that is possible.
4. I am also concerned with keeping things sanitary. It's difficult cleaning when you can't see, and feeding your dogs raw meat and things could get disastrous very quickly.
5. Guide dogs are not supposed to eat human food as it causes begging behaviors and that is completely unacceptible when out in public. Not to mention, I do not want a begging dog in my house. I'm not sure if raw feeding would interfere with Glacier and Roscoe's training. Could we go to a butcher without them salivating a river? Dogs are smarter than we think and they learn very quickly what is theirs and what is not, or what they think should be theirs.
It's something that I  would really like to be able to do for Roscoe's sake, but I think I need to do some more research. I am just not comfortable with my dogs gnawing on raw rabbit or chicken carcasses in my living room. I know it would be beneficial for both dogs and if it's something we decide to do, we'll just have to get creative and find ways to feed them efficiently and safely.

Fun Fact Friday: The Man Behind the Girl

Since yesterday was mine and Mr. K's anniversary, I thought I'd introduce him a bit more formerly

Fifteen Fun Facts: Mr. K

1. I have already mentioned this before, but since it is so obvious...Mr. K is six foot five inches tall, which makes him almost exactly a foot taller than me. Almost!

2. Mr. K wears his hair fashioned into a mohawk...or squished under a hat; depending on his mood.

3. Mr. K hates vegetables! It is impossible to get that man to get near anything that grew in the ground, on a vine, from a stalk...you get the point.

4. Mr. K was a cat person all of his life and wasn't a huge fan of dogs. The funny thing is he is incredibly allergic to cats and now he loves dogs. Hmmm, I wonder whose fault that was? ;)

5. Mr. K has way more tattoos than I do. Both arms have at least half sleeves that are Japanese inspired and his leg has a gigantic Jack Skellington  from the Nightmare Before Christmas movie. He also hasa Green Lantern symbol on his forearm...did I mention my husband's a nerd? (He's been on a Star Wars kick lately).

6. Despite being a very big man, Mr. K is a very good dancer; much better than me.

7. Mr. K loves electronics and electronics love him. I can have a problem with my cell phone, do everything that I know he'll do and it still not work; then hand it over to Mr. K, he do the things I did and the stinking thing works.

8. Mr. K has a contagious laugh. If he gets going I can't help but to start laughing right along with him.

9. Mr. K lost his vision at the age of 25 to a neurological condition, but had terrible vision in his left eye previous to that; he was practically blind out of it.

10. Mr. K loves Coke-it is his cryptinite (LOL. Oh, I crack myself up).

11. He loves music and was in a Christian, Death Metal band in high school. He still plays the guitar from time to time, but his latest passion has been the banjo.
12. Mr. K thinks that he lacks patience, and perhaps for some things he does, but for others such as my crazy ideas he is quite patient. I mean, come on. He's moving to Scotland because I got it in my head that it would be a good place to go.
13. Mr. K really should go on a trivia game where he could win a lot of money because...he'd win. The man is full of what some people would call "useless knowledge..." But I wouldn't call it useless facts because most of it is interesting and kind of useful.
14. Mr. K will talk to anyone. I'm not kidding. He'll call his university to get his classes set up for next semester and he suddenly has a new best friend. I'll hear him talking and think he's chatting to someone he knows  really well and it turns out it's the sales person from AT and T.
15. Mr. K's name is interchangeable between the sexes and when I first met him I blurted out:
"You're like the boy named Sue!"
Somehow, he married me anyway.

"Time Flies When You're Having Fun"

It's been 1 whole year; 52 weeks or  365 days. No matter how you look at it it's a day to be celebrated. This has been spent laughing, sharing, loving, crying, talking, arguing but never fighting, supporting, disagreeing, trusting, discussing, experiencing, holding, goofing around, relaxing, stressing, moving, planning, changing, growing and much much more. It was a year ago today that I signed a piece of paper and jammed a ring on Mr. K's left finger and said "I do." Confused yet?
Mr. K and I were legally married last year, but had our wedding on May 28th of this year. We did it that way for a couple of reasons. The main reason was because  we knew we needed time to plan our wedding, but also wanted to stop having to travel back and forth across the borders to see each other. So, we were married and had the wedding later. I actually would not have done it any other way. At first, I was a bit resistant because I was worried that no one would come to our wedding and wouldn't think it was important because we were already married, but I was wrong. There were a select few who took this attitude, but the people who were guests at our wedding made the celebration what it was. It also made our wedding ceremony even that much more special; there I stood almost eleven months later and I was excited to be married to this man again. What does that tell you?
So much has happened in the last year and considering we're moving to Edinburgh Scotland in less than a month, I'm pretty sure the adventures aren't about to slow down. The best part of it all is that I get to do it with one of my best friends. I think that is the key to our relationship; we became friends quickly and even though there was a definite attraction going on, the time we spent doing things together was just as important as anything else. We're still like that. We just enjoy spending time together. We can both be on our respective computers, doing our thing, but be sitting in the same room and that is enough. Mr. K always says,
"life is too short to have people around that you really don't like," and so I know he's not keeping me around for my fantastic cooking ability. Oh, right-I can't cook.
So it is with one very interesting year under our belts that we move forward into another chapter of our lives and like I said above, I'm glad it can be with you Mr. K. Oh, and Glacier and Roscoe too of course-without those two fuzzy fools, we never would have met. :)