When I graduated from nursing school my sister-in-law gave me one of my favorite books. I bet you’ve read it. I bet that once upon a time it was read to you when you were little, and if you have littles of your own, you’ve probably read it to them. It’s a classic. It’s timeless. And it’s chalk full of lessons that you don’t realize you’re learning until you’ve grown up and looking back, realize that Dr. Suess was a genius. What is it, you ask? None other than Oh the Places You’ll Go. Dr. Suess nailed it when he penned those words. Words about being on the top, and being on the bottom. Having 15 minutes of fame and being stuck in a slump. Having (and using) those brains in your head to make those choices that need to be made. All about the ups and downs in this thing called life.
|My recovering beastly|
temporary in this town seems more than okay. Small towns have always had that Mayberry feel to me, but the drug population here has reared it’s ugly head, and this just isn’t where I want my kids to be. We were lucky this time. Our dogs got out of the yard, and in the course of an hour, our Golden got into something he shouldn’t have. According to the vet, it was chrystal meth. Which means that it was available, out and open in my neighborhood. Where my kids play. Where we go for walks and bike rides. And how blessed we are that it was the dog (who is recovering) and not one of my babes that stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time.