tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17397881263468822552024-03-13T13:56:38.542-07:00Intentional Winning In LifeIntentional Winning in Life is
victory by design: Creating the journey and the outcome for every aspect of your life by participating in the process.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.comBlogger748125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-44282736484722380472019-10-21T05:00:00.000-07:002019-10-22T09:02:52.276-07:00The Best 16th Birthday Ever!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mason's 16th Birthday Weekend</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Happy Birthday, Mason! It was yesterday but it was epic. Let's look at this and tell the whole truth, Mason was not all that excited leading up to his 16th birthday. History has shown that we Partaks travel during the month of October and it's typically been a vacation that Mason would love. A few of those recent past-years vacations have been - </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2018 - North Carolina where Dave and Mason went to a Panthers/Bucs game and Nashville. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br />2017 - Orlando and Tampa where Mason and Dave saw a Bucs/Panthers game at the Bucs home stadium in addition to Universal Studios for 2 days & Volcano Bay water park.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2016 - Chicago and then Southern CA and an NFL game watching the 49ers/Bucs play.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2015 - San Antonio, Sugarland & Houston where we had so much fun.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2014 - 4 day Disney Cruise to the Bahamas and then we spent a few extra days in Orlando. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2013 - 3 days in Disneyland staying at Paradise Pier, a Disney Hotel.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2012 - Earlier than his birthday (August) he and I went to Minnesota for a week - EPIC!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The birthdays prior to these he was littler and enjoyed a party at Old Town Pizza, several years at our local Community Festival that had bounce houses, food, crafts, and live music, and of course at our house. The point is that the last 6 years have been big family vacations and there was not such a trip planned this year. I was thinking it may involve a car but Mason has not been all that interested in even getting his driving permit so that idea seemed kind of silly. He mentioned having a party and I loved that idea. I asked him when, and what he was thinking for the theme (as a 15-year-old boy thinks about those things) and he never brought it up again. Of course, Dave and I talked about birthday dinner and we got him gifts, a very expensive high school letterman jacket that he took possession of before his actual birthday and he also opened the Amazon box that had his fun gift in it before I could wrap it up. I advised him not to, noting that he would be bummed if he didn't have gifts on his actual birthday but he assured me, he didn't care. The few days before his birthday he made it very clear that this was shaping up to be the worst birthday ever - clearly, he cared. I had to laugh and asked, "How can this be the worst birthday ever if it hasn't happened yet?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Later that same day Hotty Roddy called to see about stopping over while he and Cat are traveling the country in their RV and that set in motion a chain of events that I don't know if I could have planned. We all got together late in the afternoon and it went into a night of lots of old stories and laughs when Rod said, "What have Greg and Heather been up to? I sure miss them and want to see them." Mason was at the homecoming football game on Friday night so on my way to pick him up, I called Heather to see if they could come and hang out with us on Saturday. Saturday we got our day underway and Greg, Heather, and the boys came to Auburn to play with us. We had a great day and then night eating, drinking, and laughing out back with a fire in the chiminea. Jennifer came over as well. So. Much. Fun! Now I know you are probably thinking, "Who's 16th birthday is this anyway?" Yes, Sunday was Mason's birthday and with our longtime friends that we don't get to see often enough sleeping over, sharing stories of Mason being little, and all the fun of what's to come, even Mason finally conceded that it was "THE BEST 16TH BIRTHDAY EVER!" Mason played with Josh and Jake, talked culinary skills with Rod, opened a few presents that though none of them were car keys, were still pretty oaky. I made him a scratch banana cake with Nutella frosting (as per his request) and our neighbor Jen made him a brownie with coffee ice cream cake! Yeah, it was SO GOOD! This was not a birthday of jet-setting or Disney cruising, but it was a birthday of love and family and friendship. I hope Mason will look back and realize that it really was the best 16th birthday ever! I'm bummed that the photo of Cat, Rod, and Mason is not so good, but it's all I have so it stays.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If you are interested in more, here my annual birthday post for Mason...</span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Through the years I’ve written to you on your birthday so it’s safe to say that you know about the day you were born, the weeks leading up to that day, and of course the year and a half after when your dad deployed to Iraq. On your 16th birthday, I’m going to simply tell you how much I love you, and how proud of you I am.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Watching you grow up there are lots of things that I love about you. I love how you embrace life, I love how you are willing to do things by yourself, you don’t need other people to enjoy a movie or go to a water park - not many kids have the self-confidence to venture out on their own like you do. You are so strong yet you have such a tender heart, you care about people on a level that I don’t think I understood until I was well into my late 20s. You have a wicked sense of humor, you’re talented in so many ways, and you work hard if you decide the work is worth doing. But the thing I’m most proud of you for is your ability to communicate so effectively. Not only are you articulate, but you can keep your cool and find words even when emotions are running high, either angry, sad, or frustrated. You say how you feel with kindness and conviction.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">You are wise Mason, you have good instincts and I am sure you have crazy success in your future. I can’t wait to see what’s next. I love you son, your dad and I are both so proud of you. Happy Birthday!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-71143483580848949642019-09-16T11:37:00.001-07:002019-09-16T11:47:16.598-07:00Chasing The Bright Side
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Good Monday Morning Friends! I'm reading an advance copy of Jess Ekstrom's new book </span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Chasing The Bright Side</i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> and I am loving it! I know, you all will say I don't need to chase the bright side, I live on the bright side! You're right, and I'm able to live on the bright side because I will forever look for and find the good in people, situations, and life. That's what it's all about, believing that even though horrific things happen, good is always possible. I got my first, "NO WAY!" on pg. 13 so I'm pretty sure this will be one of the books that ranks in my top 10 for many years. </span></div>
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-64398625729414937962019-03-08T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-19T22:06:50.755-07:00International Women's Day<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Speak your love today and then speak it again everyday</span><span class="_5mfr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t6c/1/16/2764.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">❤️</span></span><span class="_5mfr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/tfb/1/16/1f5e3.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">🗣</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">. To those women I know and get to surround myself with; I celebrate you, your hard work and your determination</span><span class="_5mfr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t6c/1/16/1f4aa.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">💪</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> For showing up and giving yourself to others each and everyday. When you thought no one was watching, I saw you</span><span class="_5mfr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t57/1/16/1f609.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">😉</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">. I learned from you. I continue to learn and be inspired by you. On this International Women's Day, I speak love to you!</span>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-2100818015055321912019-03-01T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-22T11:58:22.843-07:00Month of Love Day 29 - Juli and Preston Marx<style type="text/css">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I purchased some readers from Juli on the yardsale page and she offered to deliver them to me. I gave her my (then) office address and she came in to see me. A little time later she sent me a message on Facebook and asked me about real estate and that conversation lead to another private message asking if we could talk. We did and she, in her sweet yet confident voice said, "Here's the thing, there is this house I want to see but my husband, Preston, he's a lawyer and very involved in our community and may have other friends who may want to be our Realtor. I can't promise that it would be you when it's time to buy, but do you think we could go see this house together?" I had to chuckle and I absolutely appreciated that she was honestly putting her cards on the table.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">We went to look at that house, and then another house, and then several more houses! It was so fun shopping for their next home sweet home. They had a very specific set of criteria like all home buyers do and I was doing my best to find as many, if not all of the things they not only needed but wanted. I told them what I tell all of my buyers, "You have to see houses in person, you have to feel them. When you find the right one you won't need to compare what works and what doesn't. You will both agree that it is the right house and the things it needs or doesn't need won't matter, it will be THE house." I don't know how many homes we looked at when I got the call. Juli said, "I think we found our house! We want you to come to see it, will you meet us there?" Yep! I met them there and when I walked in I said, "I would have never even thought to show you this house!" Very little about this gorgeous home met their need/want criteria.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-83340131389807643642019-02-28T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-22T11:57:58.435-07:00Month of Love Day 28 - Brandi Matteoni<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Brandi texted me asking about backpacks for our local kids heading back to school. She spearheaded a drive to set kids up who might otherwise have to start school without the supplies they need. She organized it and made her shop downtown available for donations to be dropped off and also for parents to pick them up. It seems to me that it's often the people who don't have nearly as much themselves step up to give to those who have less. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Holy cow, this is a long post! My mom was something else, she loved her kids to a fault and I mean that sincerely. She blurred the lines in an all-out effort to keep the peace. This was not always a good thing, in fact, it bit her in the butt more than once. I think I am such a stickler about telling the truth because I saw how her “white lies” hurt her and our family. I would rather know the truth even if I don’t like it than have someone lie to me. I know she meant well, she just never really learned that lesson. Happy Birthday mom, I love you and I appreciate all you did for us, and how much more you did for me. #MonthOfLove</span></span></div>
<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-85159921796939879272019-02-26T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-22T11:57:22.752-07:00Month of Love Day 26 - My Granny<style type="text/css">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 26 in my Month of Love goes to my Granny. My Granny was a hoot, but before I could know that, I had to do some growing up and get out of my own way. My mom was very close to her parents, they lived walking distance from us in Vacaville where I grew up. My Granny took care of my Grandpop who had a severe stroke when I was really little. My Granny also worked so my mom would take me with her to their house where my mom would take care of my Grandpop while my Granny worked. She was a secretary for a Colonel at Travis Air Force Base until he retired when she turned a spare room in her house into an office and started Zee’s Secretarial Service. She was quite a phenomenal woman, not only was she a female business owner, she spoke seven languages fluently, and could type 130+ wpm error free. I don't know which of those is more impressive. She loved her tea with milk in it, entertaining, and I never knew her to bake anything without alcohol in it. Seriously, she would bake cakes days before an event and soak them with rum, brandy, or whiskey meticulously so they would not be soggy, but loaded with the flavor of the booze. Us kids ate it because the sweetness of the cake offset the flavor of the booze. She had an amazing sense of humor and she spoke her mind without apology.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I wasn’t close to my Granny when I was little because, like most families, relationships are complicated. There are often favorites and sometimes it feels that way even when it’s not necessarily how others see it. When I turned 20 I wanted to know my granny. I made a point to go spend at least a day with her each month, and sometimes the whole weekend. During one of our visits, she asked me to curl her hair. She was sitting on the toilet seat and we were chatting when she made mention of how I didn’t come to see her when I was growing up and lived in Vacaville with her. She was very matter-of-fact in case you ever wonder where I get it, so I told her how I saw it. I told her it was no fun to come over and hear that my hair wasn’t combed the way she thought it should be, or that I was dressed like a boy wearing blue jeans and spent my time riding horses, that the overall feeling was that she didn’t really like me. She turned to me looking me in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I love you so very much and I am glad you are here. Thank you for coming and curling my hair.” I loved that she said she was sorry, she didn’t try to explain, or justify my perception of that time, she simply said she was sorry. From that point forward we were very close talking about everything from how she wanted to live her final days, how she wanted to die, what it was like to be old, and what she wanted for me - to be married, to have someone take care of me, and to be settled. She used to tell me that she would always be with me and I would always remind her to please not appear to me as a ghost, it would scare the heck out of me. She would say, “What if I have something I need to tell you?” to which I would reply, “Leave me a note, I’ll believe you were there.” and we would laugh.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">She passed away just days after Dave and I married publicly, but I did tell her that we were legally and secretly married before that day and she told me, “I’m sorry I can’t come to your wedding, but I am so happy Dave will take care of you.” My only twinge of regret in my life is that she never knew Mason. Oh how she would have loved him, I can see them laughing together in my mind as if it is real. I guess we sometimes make our memories like we create our realities, the way we wanted them to be versus how they may have actually played out. My Granny was an amazing woman and if someone who knew her were to think of me as even a little bit like her, I will have grown into a woman of some real character and substance. Happy #MonthOfLove Granny, with such sincere love. Kahty</span></span></div>
<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-72406311524525773372019-02-25T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-22T11:57:06.114-07:00Month of Love Day 25 - Jose Valenzuela<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 25 in my Month Of Love is for Jose Valenzuela. Jose and I met the same year Dave and I met, in 1996. He had moved to San Francisco from his home in Goleta, CA to spread his wings and see what this awesome world had to offer. He came into the employment agency I was running and I put him right to work. Like Alice, he would come in on Fridays to get his paycheck and we would chat. It didn’t take long for us to realize that we were both new to the city and we had some things in common. I can’t recall the exact thing that brought us together outside of our working relationship but whatever it was, I’m sure glad it happened!</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Through the years we’ve been friends, we’ve had some crazy fun times. We bowled in a league together, he’s a WAY better bowler than anyone in that league was, I think it was sponsored by a country radio station so it was really an excuse to get together, drink beer, and “bowl.” LOL! We were a team of four, Dave bowled with us with his then-girlfriend Mary. Jose came to Poobahs, we went to country concerts, and enjoyed many nights out in San Francisco. For as much fun as we were having as singles in the city, we talked about dating and we shared one kiss at which point it was very clear that we were meant to be just friends and nothing more. It’s funny, those experiences in life when you, “check,” you know, just to see and it becomes very clear that it’s not that. I can hear Hotty Roddy now, “No, no, not that, this!” Jose knows exactly what I am talking about! These were a series of years in my life that could have been right out of Seinfeld.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Jose and I went to Las Vegas together and though there was not a bowling tournament, he took his bowling balls to take me to some grand bowling alley where the big tournaments happen, is it called Showboat? That turned into a total fiasco when we left his bowling balls (yes, I have to keep saying BOWLING balls) in the taxi we were in and thought they may be gone forever! How the hell do you identify the cab you were just in Las Vegas? It was a challenge but when we got home I was able to track it down and learned that if you leave something in the backseat of a cab, it’s on your dime to get sent back to you, but if you have something in the trunk and forget it, it’s on them. We got them back, on their dime! Then there was the time we went on a hike. LOL! Henry Coe State Park in San Jose. He told me there was a lake he wanted to fish. We hiked for HOURS that day until we finally came upon a puddle, seriously, it was a flipp’n dip in the earth with some water in it. To make matters worse, it was hot that day and with all of the stuff Jose had in his backpack, water was not one of the items, but I think he did pack a diet coke.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Jose and I have had some super great times from skiing Sugarbowl to camping, white water rafting, fishing with Mason at a Poobah, he’s been my date for many a fancy-dress-up party, to concerts with a cool-sit-down guy. Oh, and our mutual love of MUTTS. We’ve planned and plotted for better jobs and I asked him to trust me and walk out on the interview of his life, it wasn’t but he thought it was at the time. He got home to a message on his answering machine offering him the job at the pay he wanted, not the pay they originally offered. I love this guy more than words could ever express. Jose is as genuine as a human being comes, he has so much good in him, from the way he loves his parents to how he is there for his friends and all of that communicates in his relationships across the board. Oh, and I can’t write this post without this one last favorite Jose-ism of mine. He and I have shared many a deep conversation and at one point he said to me, “Kathy, I’m sure what you have to say about this is really good, but I need to let you know, I have a shelf in my head and it only holds three things. Is this replace-one-of-my-already-important-things important?” LOL! How the heck do I know? What are the other three things? To this day when I’m overwhelming my guys with my profound bouts of wisdom (aka droning on way too long!), I can hear Jose reminding me of the shelf and its capacity to only hold three things. Love you Pepe, forever you will be part of the fabric of my awesome life. #MonthOfLove</span></span></div>
<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-44033740174934106382019-02-24T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-22T11:56:49.353-07:00Month of Love Day 24 - Dahlynn<style type="text/css">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">We had some fun as couples in those couple of years, but I did not stay in the relationship with Mike and she did not stay married to Mike's friend - both of us very wise in those decisions to move on. Dahlynn is now married to the love of her life, Ken and as you all know I am also married to my great guy. But let's get back to Dahlynn and me...</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Dahlynn is one of those women who at first glance may seem like she lives an ordinary life in America. Maybe a wife, mother, professional, and homemaker. Keep in mind, my description covers a lot of years that I've known her, but in general, she's not loud or flashy, she just appears to be confident and present, which she is. It's the things about Dahlynn that you can't see at first blush or you wouldn't know about her if you didn't spend some time getting to know her.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Dahlynn is funny! She has a sense of humor that ranges from clean little kid humor to the very risque. It's like when you see the librarian let her hair down! Yes, like that! She surprises you with the things she knows, she's SUPER smart, and with some of the things she's experienced in life. I can't all the way tell you about the rabbits, and the man who lived in the REALLY fancy house where the rabbits lived with him... but suffice it to say, she's said yes to some really cool life experiences! Dahlynn is an ornithologist, do you know what that is? I do! She is also an accomplished Author publishing I don't know how many titles of Chicken Soup for the Soul books with Jack Canfield. She has a kind and forgiving heart, lord knows I needed forgiving more than once!</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">One of the things about Dahlynn that I love the most is how she loves her family and friends. Of course, we all love our people, but she has a way about her that just makes you feel like you are the most important person in the world. She tunes in and will only give you a gift that speaks to her for you. Be it handmade or store bought, it comes from her heart. She and her hubby Ken are Mason's godparents. It may not be needed now that he is growing up, but when he was little, I knew they not only loved him as we do, but she knows me in a way that she could parent Mason as me and her. I can't keep writing because she and I are still such good friends because we know too much about each other, we have to stay in our good graces. LOL! Not really, but kind of! I love you sister. We absolutely do not spend enough time together but I know if I needed you, you would be there - and me for you! Happy Birthday and I love you more than you will ever know. Give Ken a hug for me and let's make a date! XOXO #monthoflove</span></span></div>
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-14782829296085167632019-02-23T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-19T21:49:28.544-07:00Month of Love Day 23 - Tanya<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">So back to us girlies, Bobby announced that he was going on tour doing stand up comedy and would be performing in Monterey, CA (He lives in and his show is out of Nashville, TN). Mason happened to see a little video of Tanya surprising Jakary with tickets to the show and he commented. She said to me a day or so later at Pete's, "Hey, you guys like Bobby?" Yep! She went on to say she got front row for her and Jakary but had two more tickets, not front row, but 2nd row! I think she said she was waiting to see if Desi was going to go, but thought he wouldn't' want to, did Mason and I want the tickets? Yep! The four of us road tripped to Monterey and had a blast. Tanya had meet & greets for her and Jakary and it was all so informal that Mason and I just stood in line with her and we got to go in and meet Bobby, too! WOOT! During the show, Bobby called Jakary out as here he was, 10 years old sitting in the front row while Bobby is making grown-up jokes. He doesn't use profanity, but he alludes to some things kids may or may not get. He ended up calling Jakary up on stage and they had a moment. It was epic fun! The show was great and Mason and Jakary had fun at the hotel swimming pool and Tanya and I got to know each other lots better, heck a road trip and overnight will do that.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-51088140919638691562019-02-22T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-19T21:43:54.282-07:00Month of Love Day 22 - Jennifer Rebecca
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">The two of us have become very close in the last 7 years, we are meant to be together for the things I can teach her and the many things she teaches me. We have one of the best friendships in that we've had some tough times and been able to work through them through grown-up conversations, feeling safe to say anything, and know that no matter what it is, it's okay to talk about. I hope with all my might that we are a lifetime relationship, but one can never be all the way sure. I love you Jennifer Rebecca and I know you will find all that your heart desires as will I, and if we don't find what we think we need, we already have each other, so we've already won! Happy 2/22 and Month of Love! #MonthOfLove</span></span></div>
<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-66876357605600235292019-02-21T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-19T21:39:24.435-07:00Month of Love Day 21 - The Ones Who Left
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I've had a number of relationships in my life that I was completely sure would never dissolve, but they did. What happened? A reason, a season, or a lifetime. That phrase came into my life in my 30s and it explained things precisely. Many, many people will come into our lives for a reason, from a team at school or work, to someone who holds a door open for us, people will have a reason to come into our lives. In most of those situations, they will leave just as quickly. There will be fewer people who come into our lives for a season, and that time frame could be teachers for 4 years, co-workers for a number of years, and even friends during specific phases of our lives. It seems somewhat logical that people who are close friends in their teens and twenties may go different directions in life after one marries or moves away to work after graduating from college. Friends for a lifetime, now that is a gift beyond measure. To have friends that are in your life for a lifetime, well there are not very many of those people for most of us to claim.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Why do the seasonal people leave? The easy answers are life changes happen, we grow in different directions, or new people come into our lives that create differences for us and some of our friends. People are complex to be sure, but what about when your best friend calls you to simply say, "We won't be friends anymore past this day." What the heck?! Why? For me, when this happened the answer was, "Just because, I have things I need to do and I can't do it while being friends with you." In the case of this person, he also unfriended our whole group of friends, yes, in real life, he unfriended us. In another case it was a little more clear, one of my best girlfriends broke up with me due to a third-party in her ear telling her who-knows-what about me. I do know what was said, but it doesn't matter. Seasonal people do not leave because of you, they leave because of them... they leave because they know they have not been honest or ethical in their dealings with you and it becomes harder and harder to face you as you show up being true, they finally just have to leave.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 20 Month of Love goes to Sally Forcier. Sally and I met in 2011 when she cast me in a WalMart commercial. I had not been in front of the camera for 10 years but when a friend sent me the casting email I went to the audition. I was over the moon feeling validated, feeling like I still had it. Sally cast me in a couple more jobs, one for an industrial for Denio's and then for an industrial for the California Chamber of Commerce. I played a sassy redhead who likes her beefcake calendars in her cubicle. What I love most about this job is that people still go to the Chamber of training and see that video. Ronald came into Pete's and said, "Hey, I saw you in a sexual harassment training video today."</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">From that film, Sally asked me to help her cast her next film and she asked who I knew that might make a good addition to this team she was building and I immediately thought of my girl Tanya Greer. Tanya came on board and we jumped into the "casting a movie" process with both feet! It was bumpy to be sure, but we learned so much! We are heading into pre-production on our fourth film/project together and though it's getting easier because we know more of what we are doing and what to expect, it is still the hardest work we'll ever do and still love doing it.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Part of the love of doing this kind of work is loving the people we get to do it with. I am so grateful to Sally for believing in me and having confidence in me to allow me to be her right hand allowing us to make movie magic here in N. CA and more specifically in Sacramento. She's a wise woman because I know stuff! :)</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I've worked with quite a few powerful women and most of them talk the talk, but fail to walk the walk. They talk about lifting other women up and reaching back to grab hands after they've been lifted to the next level and not one of those women before Sally has followed through. In fact, I've been behind the scenes and seen these women show their true colors. Saying things like, 'What's in it for me? Why would I go speak to your Toastmasters group, they don't pay." Or speaking of someone they are mentoring, taking thousands of dollars an hour, "She's as dumb as a box of rocks. Her idea is good but not even her husband's money can buy her success." Yet, this one woman continued to take the hourly consulting fees. Or to see them put other women entrepreneurs through the paces, making them pay to move her forward only to never even be thanked let alone informed of what happened with "the project." It's awful to work for someone who promises the world but goes alone to the party or accepts the award thanking her team but naming no names. Sally is who all these other women are not, she is honest, sincere, truthful, and truly has the best interest of her team at heart - not only as a team but thinking of how she can help build them up personally and professionally.</span></span></div>
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-12399607081803361842019-02-19T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-19T21:27:22.079-07:00Month of Love Day 19 - Mary and Keith Dutra
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Mary and I have had so many belly laughs I don't even know where to start the storytelling. The thing with girlfriends and belly laughs is that what is so funny in a moment in time between two people may not be funny at all to someone who was not there. The old adage, "You had to be there" is what it is for a reason. I'm going to share some of my favorites and if they leave you wanting, I"ll apologize in advance. These stories are for Mary and I hope they make her laugh today.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">While we were single and going out dancing, Mary's daughter Maggie was in high school. I didn't have kids so though I could understand things, I couldn't fully grasp what it means to be a parent. One night I went pick Mary up at her house in Concord and Maggie was home. We made some small talk and as Mary and I were headed out and Mary said her goodbyes, she had a strange energy about her. We started to drive away and as I turned the corner she started yelling, "TURN AROUND! GO BACK! GO BACK!" I was scared shitless but I turned around and went back to her house. She jumped out of my car before I even stopped and said, "Come on!" I jumped out and followed her in the house where there must have been 20 kids! She started running through her house yelling, "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" The kids were running out and I was running out right along with them! She scared the crap out of me!! She gave Maggie all kinds of what for and headed back out to get in my car. She looked at me and with all the calm in the world and a smile on her face said, "You ready?" I got in the car and asked her, "How did you know there was a party going to happen?" She said she could tell by Maggie's demeanor and then as we were driving out, there was an unusual number of cars on their street. WOW! Mom instincts the likes of nothing I could have understood at the time. She was laughing hysterically that I ran out with the kids. I told her I thought she was going to mess me up!</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Another time we went out dancing and we were in a bar in Alamo and it was packed! Like standing room only, and if you were sitting on a bar stool, you couldn't stand up. We were having drinks and suddenly there was a smell...you know the kind of smell. Mary wrinkled her nose and said, "Who broke wind?!" We giggled and commented that in this crowd, how could anyone know? A few minutes later, it happened again and she said it louder, "Whew Whee!! Who is that?!" She leaned into me and said, "I bet it's that cowboy, I bet he's breaking wind! I'm gonna go over and tell him how rude he is" She started to head that way and I grabbed her shirt and said, "No, don't go." She made it known she did not appreciate his lack of manners. I grabbed her again and said, "It's not him, it's me! My stomach has been hurting all night and I can't get up to excuse myself in time in this crowd." She started laughing hysterically as did I. To this day, if someone farts in a crowd, Dave will say, "Where's that cowboy?"</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I could go on about the miracle of corn, that little purses piss Mary off, and the night with the magic blue shirt, but this post would be a novel. Keith, I love you so much and we have our own set of great stories, but please read this to Mary. Friends, Mary is in the hospital recovering from brain surgery so please say some prayers that she gets to go home real soon. Sending lots of love and light to both of you and looking forward to all of us laughing again real soon. #MonthOfLove</span></span></div>
<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-65681663792221580292019-02-18T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-19T21:22:43.100-07:00Month of Love Day 18 - Greg & Heather
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I met Greg through Jules when we were all still single and Heather came into my life through a former friend. The two of them met at a Poobah camping trip and the rest is, as they say, history!</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Greg and Heather, and now Jake and Josh are four of our closest family friends. Their happily married journey into parenthood and life situations has been a step behind Dave's and mine. They are fun and funny, and real. They show up to support the people they love and they ask for help when they need it.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">We have had so many priceless life experiences, of course, Poobah camping trips, Saturday Thanksgivings, trips to the Anderson's house in Truckee, and Las Vegas. That was a fun one, for Dave's 50th birthday! Heather was pregnant with Jake and she and I went gambling while Greg and Dave watched the NASCAR race, and I hit a jackpot on a penny machine that paid two or three hundred dollars! She wasn't drinking but the two of us hooped and hollered and then went to eat tacos for lunch. And then there is the story of when Jules and I had a pretty epic argument at Lake Camanche and Greg was nearly in tears thinking we were going to break up! LOL!</span></span></div>
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-55306396549117798932019-02-17T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-19T21:14:06.082-07:00Month of Love Day 17 - Alice
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Once in Sacramento, we both had many life changes but when Dave and I started ZipperBack Gloves, I knew I wanted Alice on my team. She helped me with design, marketing and was instrumental in the research for not only the products that were similar but also with regard to our patent application and process. ZipperBack Gloves, as great an idea as it was, didn't go like we had hoped. Alice moved to Washington State and remarried the love of her life and has 3 amazing kids. She is an incredible friend, wife, and mom! She is the kind of friend that got on a plane and surprised me for our house warming with no advance warning! </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">One of the things that forever changed me in my life was something Alice said to me not long after we moved in together in Alameda, "You know when I would come in to get my paychecks, I always thought you were a little, "too happy." I just didn't think someone could authentically be that positive and happy all the time. But after living with you, you are really that happy and positive all the time." WOW! At that moment I felt like I was not only on the right path to becoming who I wanted to be, I was succeeding. Alice, you are my soul sister and it doesn't matter how much time passes between visits, I will love you with all my heart and I'm always here for you. </span></span></div>
<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-28113940861036487422019-02-16T05:00:00.000-08:002019-04-19T21:10:52.380-07:00Month of Love Day 16 - Lauren
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 16 Month of Love goes to one of my most long-time childhood friends Lauren. Lauren, Julie and I were the 3 Musketeers of our time, but we weren't always a united front...how could we be? We were elementary and middle school girls finding our way and figuring out who we were as a group of friends, as young women, and then as adult individuals.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">We met in the 4th grade and Julie and Lauren were already friends as their families knew each other, I was the new kid on this block. I told you about Julie, I wanted to be friends with her because she had ponies and I wanted to go riding with her, well, Lauren had a horse, too. Julie and I became friends first and that makes sense since Lauren is a year younger than the two of us, so Jules and I were in the same classes in 5th and 6th grades while Lauren only got to join the two of us at recess and lunchtime.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">All of that is just the facts, the good stuff has nothing to do with how old we were or who came first, except for when Lauren and I started to hang out and Jules felt left out! As adults we fully understand why 3 is trouble, our kids need to hang out in pairs or even numbers otherwise someone ends up being the odd man out. That was not often but I bet L (L is what we called Lauren) felt it more than we did, especially when we went to junior and high school a year ahead of her.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Lauren's mom didn't really like me until later in life, she tolerated me because Lauren loved me. Lauren's mom Agnes passed away and before she left this earth she and I had quite a profound conversation. I visited her a number of times while she was ill and toward the end she said two things that stay with me to this day. She said, "Kathy, please call me Agnes. You are a grown woman as am I, you do not need to call me Mrs. Darnell anymore." To which I replied, "Okay Mrs. Darnell." The next thing was not so much about what she said but what the words said about her, I told you that Agnes did not like me, well she didn't really like anyone else's kids and I was even more challenging because I was loud, imagine that! In our last conversation she told me, "Kathy, I'm sorry if I made you feel unwelcome. It was never you, it was me and I want you to know how proud of you I am. I'm so happy you and Lauren are friends and I love you." WOW! What does a young woman say to that? I cried and she cried and then we both laughed.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I share this with you because Lauren is her mother's daughter, only she came to realize that it's okay to say when she is wrong, to say she is sorry to her children and to recognize that she doesn't own them, she has been granted guardianship over them to guide them into adulthood. Agnes understood that as her life neared its end and Lauren got it early on. She is an amazing daughter, friend, wife, and mother. And about that drum and dancing, Lauren has been studying her mother's Aleutian roots and is bringing that history back to life in honor of her mom. Check out Alaska Natives at Fort Ross and all the work Lauren has done. I love you L, I love our history and I hope it's okay that I shared more about your mom than our silly stories, you are so much like your mom and that makes me happy. #MonthOfLove</span></span></div>
<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-16813232694323975792019-02-15T05:00:00.000-08:002019-02-28T16:00:40.346-08:00Month of Love Day 15 - Johnny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 15 in my Month of Love goes to my brother Johnny. He and I are closest in age in our family of 5 kids so it stands to reason we would be closer emotionally. Nope! Not so much! LOL! As young people, we had 5 years age difference between us him being older, so the last thing he wanted to do as a teen and young man was hang out with his little sister. In fact, like many big brothers, he would likely have rather eaten broken glass than hang out with me.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">With that said, I do have a handful of funny brother/sister stories and I don't think he would debate or argue them. When I was 5 or 6, Johnny and I were messing around at home and he had an idea to give me a rocket ride. I didn't know what that was, but I was excited that he wanted to do anything with me so I said okay. For those of you who don't know, a rocket ride is where the bigger kid gets on his back and pulls his knees into his chest. The littler kids sits on his feet and he propels the littler one into the air for a "ride." I was the smaller one and I was so excited to be doing something with Johnny, I didn't even realize I was facing a wall as I sat on his feet. He propelled me right into the wall, he laughed and I cried! There was another time we were at a creek near where we lived and someone had tied a rope swing on the big tree. He and his friends were playing on the swing when I came over to play, too. His friends took off and he let me get on the swing, in fact, he helped me get on the swing and pushed me across the creek. Now, this creek was more than a little trickle of a stream, it was somewhat deep. He pushed me and then as I would come back to his side, he would grab the knot I was sitting on until I slowed down so much I was now just hanging over the flowing creek...and I caught on that I was stuck. He was looking at me snickering and I started to cry. That was more than he could take so he walked into the creek that was darn near waist deep and carried me out of the creek to the bank. He looked and me and said, "I don't know why you are crying, I'm the one that is soaking wet!" Finally, my favorite story he will get but it's likely you guys won't find as funny. Our dad worked from 4 PM to midnight so he would be home when we got home from school. When he didn't work, he would lounge on the couch and watch tv until he fell asleep. Johnny and I were having dinner while he was on the couch and he ripped a huge, loud fart! The two of us burst out laughing so loud, and he got mad, really mad! He did not think it was one bit funny, but the two of us could not hold our tongues. He sat up and sent the two of us to our rooms and we obeyed him, but only long enough to peek out our bedroom doors to make eye contact and start the uproarious laughter all over again! We were caught up in that laughter so much so, our dad got even more mad and stormed off to his bedroom slamming the door so hard it felt like it shook the whole house! We came out to finish our dinner and continued laughing.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Johnny and his wife Brenda live miles away like the rest of my family so we keep in touch on social media and an occasional phone call. Families are complicated and mine is no exception. I love that Johnny and I can talk on the phone and share our grown up adventures, his with his off-the-hook jeep, and mine with my little family and Mason's big life. He and his wife Brenda have started a new kayak touring company. Hopefully we can all get together soon and they can show us around their lake. I love you both! Happy #MonthOfLove<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-89959005111718397532019-02-14T05:00:00.000-08:002019-02-28T15:58:13.105-08:00Month Of Love Day 14 - Mason!<div class="p1">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Day 14 in the Month of Love is pretty special, in fact, I think everyone thought it would be Dave but no, it’s Mason. I chose Valentine’s Day for Mason for a number of reasons, first, he was so wanted and conceived in love. I miscarried three times, once in Key West, before Mason “stuck,” that was no fun! So when we stayed pregnant, we were both over the moon. Secondly, Mason taught me that when I thought I couldn’t love any bigger than I love Dave, my heart grew fifty-two sizes! It sounds so cliche’ to say, “Just when you think you can’t love one ounce more, along comes your baby and WOW!” Finally, on this particular day, our society places so much emphasis on couples love, having another person to make you feel like you are not the fifth wheel, I want Mason to break free of those ideas and realize that he is whole just being him.</span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">So today I celebrate my big love for Mason, who he is, what he brings to Dave and me in our family, and how proud of him we both are. He’s a normal 15-year-old kid, he plays video games, doesn’t think he should have a bedtime, is doing some things I don’t like, and feels like he is more grown-up than he really is. I remember feeling that way, I was sure at 16 I could move out on my own and make my own way. Thank God my mom dug her heels in and did not let me, I would have been back at her door with my tail between my legs in less than 30 days! Mason is far better equipped in many ways than I was, but he is still not as equipped in other ways. I love his sense of humor and how kind he is when it has nothing to do with me. Yeah, he is poopy to me, he rolls his eyes when I talk to him about anything, he won’t listen to me but if "his" people tell him the same thing, it’s gospel, and he gives me the “Big Sigh” as if I am irritating him by my very being. It’s not always fun, but it’s normal. What he doesn’t realize is that I talk to "his" people and I let them know what I want him to know, it gets to him even if not through me. Us moms & dads, we have our ways. He’s pretty amazing and I can’t wait to see what he does with his life, I know it will be a sight to see. Happy Valentines Day Mason, you have my whole heart in a way no other human can. #MonthOfLove</span></span></div>
Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-85137172502399798022019-02-13T05:00:00.000-08:002019-02-28T15:54:42.397-08:00Month Of Love Day 13 - Julianne <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Julianne was in college and I had not gone back yet, this was in 2008. She also was in the process of creating a new business using the in-home party sales model and I was on the brink of what I thought would be wild success with ZipperBack Gloves. We collaborated, shared leads for platforms such as QVC, HSN, and more. We connected with some super amazing people, but the connection we made with each other is still thriving today. Julianne came to CA for stay with us while she developed and fostered relationships and I traveled to Minnesota to do the same. In 2012 I took Mason on a surprise trip to MN because Julianne and I wanted our kids to know each other. It's difficult to really foster a strong relationship with so many miles between us, harder for the kids, but this woman, she is amazeballs!! We met in Las Vegas and women smoking cigars drinking Mad Housewife wine, well, there you go - shenanigans! Neither of us found the crazy success we were hoping for with our businesses, but the friendship, sisterhood we have is worth more than any monetary number you could ever conceive. I love you sweets and I think it's time I answer my phone, "Good evennnning..." I miss our late night talks and laughter about the silliest things. I know I can share my feelings no matter what they are and I can confide in you with the utmost confidence that you have my back. Even more than all of that, I love that my boys love you, too. Both Dave and Mason want to grab the phone and hog you when you call! That's the best and the worst all at the same time!! Happy Month of Love Julianne, I love, love, love you! #MonthOfLove</span></span></div>
Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-40930639915447227802019-02-12T05:00:00.000-08:002019-02-28T15:51:43.089-08:00Month of Love Day 12 - Me!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-56821491110053747892019-02-11T05:00:00.000-08:002019-02-28T15:45:04.557-08:00Month of Love Day 11 - Steve and Ro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 11 Month of Love goes to Steve and Roberta. Steve and Ro have been friends of our family since before we were a family. Dave and Ro met through a newspaper singles ad, they met and liked each other, but not like that. I know, so many of you are still back at "newspaper ad!" LOL! Ro met her hubby Steve not long after meeting Dave and there were her sparks.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I met them when Dave brought them to a Grand Poobah when it was still a day event. In fact, the three of them came to spend the day with us, but since they were coming from San Jose, they made it a camping trip and Dave immediately suggested we make Poobah a camping weekend and the very next year, we were camping!</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Steve and Ro have been awesome friends, we've been camping, river rafting, Oh, camping on the river! Now there's a story! We've spent Saturday Thanksgivings together, been to Lake Tahoe (again, you guys made that possible), Halloween parties, birthdays, and always made time to meet for drinks when Dave's mom was still living and we made more frequent trips to the bay area. There are absolutely more fun times than just what I've listed.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Let's go back to that river camping trip... we had talked many times about camping right on the river so we finally made plans to make it happen. We paid the small fortune to get a waterfront campsite, sort of, and got set up to relax. Two things happened on that trip that made it one of our most memorable life experiences. While we were relaxing after dinner, we noticed some activity down by the water. We went to see what was going on and there were some CalFire (I think) employees doing rescue training drills. Not only was it incredibly interesting to watch, Ro and Jules got in and played patients! Ro, did Steve participate as well? I can't all the way recall but I remember it being pretty exciting! After all that fun, we made our way back to the campsite where we were hanging out talking at the picnic table and fire when all of sudden we heard screams from a few campsites over, and then the site next to them and then the site next to us, and then... we saw a skunk running through the sites and I totally bailed on all of you!! Riley was crated and I left him to the skunk, Mason was sleeping on the cot next to Riley, I had zero regard for him, and I think I even grabbed Dave's hair to climb over the table to get as far away from Pepe Le Pew as I could! That poor little skunk just wanted to get where he was going as after us, the next campsite screamed, and so on! Dave and I still laugh about that when we drive through Coloma.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">We are so happy to call you friends and have a reminder of how much you love us every day when we love on our Pencer Po. You guys are always there with a, "How can we help?" or just a funny card that comes because you are thinking about us. We are not nearly as good a friends to you, but please know that we love you and if we are invaded by skunks, Dave will absolutely stay and make sure you are all good. LOL!! Love you guys and hope to see you very soon! #MonthOfLove</span></span></div>
Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-86044709952212938442019-02-10T08:00:00.000-08:002019-02-10T20:37:49.887-08:00Month of Love Day 10 - Ty Rowe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 10 Month of Love goes to Ty Rowe. Ty is an Auburn local whose family roots run deep. He grew up here, graduated from Placer High School, left home and went to the Culinary Institute of America in NYC. He graduated and traveled the world before settling back in his hometown of Auburn opening one of our most favorite restaurants in 1994, Bootlegger’s Old Town Tavern. It was the place you went when you had a birthday, anniversary, or after a long weekend of moving and you just needed a great meal. Most people would not go to Bootlegger’s dressed in dirty clothe’s after moving, but we did. We did because we knew Ty and he just wanted us to feel welcome, eat amazing food, and go home happy. He didn’t care what you were wearing, what you did for a living, or where you lived, he just wanted to take care of you and have you leave your time with him feeling better than when you met. Okay, that was most of the time, because there were times if he thought you were full of shit, he would tell you to your face. If you didn’t like that and popped on Facebook to bitch about it, he would tell you publicly, too. It was not always easy but you knew where you stood with Ty.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">We met when Mason wanted to put the new kitchen in at Alta Vista Community Charter School in 2013. Someone suggested we reach out to Ty to not only help guide us on how to do that, but also how to start fundraising. Ty met with Mason in late 2013 and asked him how much money he wanted to raise, Mason replied, “Enough to put the kitchen in at Alta Vista.” Yes, the simplicity of how a child thinks. Ty told Mason to get to it, start planning and talking about what he wanted to do and Ty said, “We’ll kick it off with a fundraiser at the restaurant. Let’s think Valentine’s Day, you sell tickets and we’ll plan a great meal with chocolate for dessert.” Mason and Ty were on a mission and though I said yes to Mason in terms of pursuing the project, Ty was one of the first “other adults” who said yes, too. The fundraiser was a lovely night raising over $2000 for the kitchen project, but even more than that, it started a friendship that became very meaningful very quickly. In July of 2018, he taught Mason to flambe’ for an upcoming cooking demo, Mason knew how, but it was not consistent. Ty got with him and said, “No dude, you need more alcohol, lots more alcohol! Rookie.” LOL! That was the last time we saw Ty.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Ty worked with Mason on recipes, he came and spent a whole day with him teaching him tips & tricks before he competed on Chopped Junior, and continued to be a sounding board for Mason when he needed time away from Dave and I. What I loved most about Ty was that he was true to himself, he would tell you to quit being a pussy, or that you were straight up wrong if that’s what he thought. He and I did not always agree, but he always made sure I knew he loved me…that I was wrong, but he loved me, LOL! He just made sure that we were 100% aware that he was there for us, day or night, no matter what. Dave and I were going through a tough time when his mom was sick and I popped into Pete’s after getting a text from Ty. “What’s up girl?” he would ask as he engulfed me in a hug. I told him I was sad, that Dave was struggling and I didn’t know what was happening. Ty laughed and said, “You cannot be worried about you and Dave.” I didn’t answer and he kept talking, “Dave loves you like there is no tomorrow. Don’t ever try to convince me that he has eyes for anyone else, it’s you girl, only you.” Yeah, he tuned in and made sure we knew it.<br />
<br />The beauty of this post is that so many people will say these same things about TY, not just us Partaks. I love how he loved us, I’m so grateful for the time he spent with Mason and how he made Dave and I feel like family. ‘Love you girl” is how he ended every phone call or when he left me when we were together. It’s hard to accept, even 6 months since he’s passed that he’s gone…our little town and even this small world are not the same without him. Ty left this world way too soon, but thank goodness he was here and we got to call him friend. Ty, you are an example that so many could learn from, you were an open book, “what you see is what you get” in the purest form. I love you man, I miss you every day, and I hope they have the finest dining, the best wine, and acres of God’s country for you to farm and grow your own amazing food in heaven. #Monthoflove #gonetoosoon</span></span></div>
Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14376507682845035064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739788126346882255.post-53023018605332709122019-02-09T08:00:00.000-08:002019-02-09T22:09:13.472-08:00Month of Love Day 9 - My Tribe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 9 Month of Love is a little less specific but not one bit less important. Today I want to love on my tribe, a group of men and women who are not always in the daily mix of my life, but they are absolutely there when I need them. I could name many of you, but I'm not going to because I don't want to leave anyone out. It's also because this group of people are people that I may have included or will include on an individual basis through my Month of Love.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">With all of that said, it takes a village to live in today's world, especially if you have kids. Even if you don't have kids, there are still times you need someone to meet a utility worker because you can't get off work, or you may need a ride home after dropping your car off at the mechanic. Kids make things exponentially more challenging with school schedules, sports, and other activities, medical appointments and sick days. I only have one kid and a husband who is in the mix ready to help, but there are still times we need help. I'm not sure how you all do it with 2, 3, 4, and more kids! And some of you do it with multiple kids and no significant other. We need each other, it's that simple.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: small;">I feel so very blessed that I have amazing friends, both men, and women who happily step up to help me and my family. It can be something as simple as grabbing a box from our porch so it doesn't get stolen to staying over in our house with our dogs when we vacation so they don't have to be put in a kennel. This post could be really long with all the examples of how I feel like the people in our lives step up and help keep us moving forward but I'm going to just leave it with the message that I am so unbelievably grateful for every one of you that show up in my life. If you show up for a minute and hold a door for me when my hands are full, or show up continually for years I feel like that is a wonderful gauge of wealth and prosperity. We've had lots of money, and we've been so broke we had to count change to put gas in the car. Money comes and money goes, but having real people who will help you roll your pennies is what life is really made up of. I love you guys, all of you even if for the fact I know I can call you if I need to. Happy Month of Love to my Tribe, I'm your tribe, too!</span></span></div>
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