I just realized

Photo Nov 24, 7 18 49 PMOddly enough — I cannot stand to read directions.  It’s as if I think I have some kind of divine connection with whatever the product is and I just don’t need to read the directions.  Point made just this very moment when I touched the button to turn on the tree and realized there are also colored lights on the tree.  Who knew? Obviously not me….. because I didn’t read the instructions.  Well cool!

So how did your Thanksgiving turn out? Good I hope.   I felt very blessed for all the activities and invitations.   That’s the interesting part about the post D word (divorce) are the dynamics change – the friends shift – it is what it is.   It’s the nature of the beast.  Interesting enough when I divorced ‘the one who shall not be named’ – I was the one to retain all the medical community friends – even though he was the doctor – he was such a….. well. You get the drift.    Very thankful for friends and those relationships that continue on.   Of course things change its just a fact of life.  Change isn’t necessarily always bad – I suppose I’m a sort of chameleon of sorts – I’m able to be flexible enough to shift from to being single again.  Although I sort of feel as if I was single all along.   I’m rambling – forgive me.   I feel as if a faucet has been turned on and I must write write write — which goes into rambling at times.  ::::wrinkling my nose and smiling::::::

My Thanksgiving recap – my son and I joined neighbors and friends at the Pritchards home.  This is the day before Thanksgiving.  George works for me hosting estate sales and his wife Linda is a flight attendant at the age of 71!! Is that just incredible or what! She’s completely my hero.   It’s always a delight to have any event at their home.  They completely have everything down to a ‘T’.  From dishes to decorations to food.  Lunch was incredible!   THEN….  that evening Andrew and I ubered to the Sun Dial downtown Atlanta.   It’s the lovely iconic round building you’ll see in our skyline.  Sadly, about 2 years ago a small boy was killed in the rotation of the floor (pinched to death I think which is horrific) thus the floor does not rotate at the moment.   Which is a bummer for sure.  It’s the only accident they’ve ever had since opening in 1967.   Hopefully they’ll be up and turning again soon.  Anyway… if you live in Atlanta you’ve seen the building and hopefully you’ve had cocktails and dined in the restaurant.  It’s quite lovely.  You can’t beat the view that’s for sure.

Thanksgiving day, I saw my son off as he headed to his dads (the one who shall not be named) for the holiday.  I drove down to Newnan to see my twin nieces and the baby Charlotte who is really, truly, I’m not being biased here I don’t think  — just the cutest darn two year old you’ll ever see.  She’s just incredibly darling.  I’m sure you’ll agree.   I got my Charlotte fix then headed North of the city to my besties house – completely thankful for friends who actually like to cook.   Di can cook let me tell you.   We had Watergate Salad (a very political green concoction) candied yams, corn casserole, turkey that was picture perfect and cranberry sauce.   It was very tasty indeed.   I watched them put up their tree – as she uncovered ornaments many of them I was traveling with her when she purchased them… I realized —  agonizingly so…. that I forgot my ornaments at the now X husbands house.  :::::::deep sigh::::::::  Snap.   I really don’t want to even see him much less ask for the ornaments back.  But they are some really special ones in there….from travels and kids and snap.   I’m going to have to ask for them back.   Maybe I can get him to leave them on his front porch.   UGH.  :::::: deep sigh again::::::   I emailed him.  Hopefully they’ll be returned.   I’ll keep you posted.

My Thanksgiving ended with cocktails at my other besties house and neighbor.   We have this table with all these collected items that get changed and moved as the days roll on.  It’s our alter to life I’ve named it.   Somewhat witchy I suppose which adds even more appeal.   I finally was able to spill the beans that our other bestie Jennie secretly married Stephen who she’s been with for about what….4 years now?  I’ve been DYING TO TELL ANYONE!!!!!  I was sworn to secrecy…..  and I kept the damn secret much to my chagrin.  Fudge.   I did keep the secret… she finally told her kids and all the other important people family wise thus I was able to finally tell Anda.   Extremely happy for her.   ::::dreamy sigh::::::

Anda and I tootled down to Senoia this afternoon.  It’s about 45 minutes from the city —  it’s where they film the hit show ‘The Walking Dead’ which is a favorite among many.   Sweet quaint town – we had dinner at MacGuires Irish Pub.  Very good.

I am happy to report that Bumble is playing well with Pip and Cricket.  She’s still the pesky younger sister but they’ve made great progress.

Ok.  I’m all written out for the evening.  Off to soak and read ‘How to live a charmed life’ very good book.  Then slip between my thick soft flannel sheets with slumbering Scotties.   Sweet dreams! xxoo

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Pre-Thanksgiving Nov 2018

IMG_1991Hello out there (did I hear an echo?)

I’m sitting here — with Scotties draped over my quilted sofa as my laptop is perched on a pillow in my lap.   Bumble the newest of the Scotties is so sweet when she sleeps.  When she’s awake – not so much – especially when she bites.  Those teeth are sharp!! My son said the other day “Mom – you look like a crack addict”.  My hands and arms are punctured from baby scottie Bumble Teeth. OUCH!   I can assure you I’ve never done crack or any other kind of drug….  I’m a wuss when it comes to things of that nature.  OK there was the pot smoking incident —  but truly – my arms and hands look as if I got in a fight with a cactus and the cactus won!  Bumble has very sharp teeth – she’s teething..she’s a puppy.  I”ll be happier when she’s beyond this stage and a full grown scottie dog.

Jennie  and I saw A Star is Born today.  With Lady Gaga and the guy with the blue eyes.  Sam Shepherd was also in the movie.  Oh I’ve always had the biggest crush on him.  Remember the movie The Lifeguard? Good lord YES!!!!  The last version of the movie with Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson was the BEST though.  That’s what I need… a Rockstar cowboy.  Nah…. that sounds exhausting actually.  Fun to think about for a minute or two.  I really don’t need anyone in my life that way for a bit I think. More than a bit.  I need a rest.  Focused on work, my kids, writing and travel.   Oh… and doggies.  Love my sweet scottie girls.  Pip, Cricket and baby Bumble.

IMG_1985I have my tree up pre-thanksgiving (my mother is rolling over in her grave I assure you).  I NEVER put my tree up until the day after Thanksgiving.  It’s just a strange season for me this year.  With the divorce….. it’s not that I’m in a depressive state although that would be just fine considering….  You must have the lows to experience the highs.  Feel it for what it is.   I have another friend who has recently married … I’m so happy for her!!! She deserves the best the world has to offer and she has gotten it in the form of her now husband.   So very happy for them.   Back to the tree up before Thanksgiving has even started.   I believe in enjoying the holiday that’s current — but this year… I just needed to put up my tree.  So it’s up.  It’s flocked with lights.  LOVE it.  Heck… I may leave it up all year for that matter.   It adds a certain…..  Aspen feel to the living room I think.  Hm.

I’ve many wonderful options for the Thanksgiving holiday and hope you do as well.  Options are good. I am completely blessed.   I could stay in my pjs all day and watch Netflix…..  but I won’t.   I could though.  And that’s the best part about the entire affair.  Is that I can do whatever I want to do.  What a giddy feeling that is.  Pretty silly I know….to feel giddy about that sort of thing.   It could be the Limencello kicking in.  I love Limencello.  Who doesn’t, right?  I’ll never forget the evening the neighborhood girls met at Pat’s house (before they moved out West).  Pat brought out the Limencello.  We giggled until we cried.   Limencello has that affect on people I think.  It’s such a sunny happy lemony color.  Even the name sounds happy.   Oh! Remember the evening in Key West with Di – we met a KW local who had homemade limencello.  This delightful lady left the restaurant went home and brought us back a wicked limencello and we sipped and sipped – then we commenced to giggle and chat as Key West came alive at night.     Yes.  Definitely the limencello kicking in here.   Interestingly enough – a friend gave me this lovely bottle I’ve recently opened.   I’m by myself — just enjoying the heck of this sunny giggly producing liquid.   Merry making if you will.

I think about what makes me happy — people places and things.  I enjoy my small collections of items throughout my home.  My bird nests, my ships clock.  My cabbage bowls.   They bring me joy to see them.  More silliness I think.   And guess what — that’s a wonderful thing indeed.

I’m hopeful you have wonderful holidays planned.   If it’s just you in your pjs or a grand affair.  Make it your own.  Enjoy it because it’s your decision to do so.  I’m very thankful this year.   It’s been interesting thus far this season.   I’ll let you know how it turns out.

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Thistle Patch Cottage

cobb co yard saleIf you know me you know I love a good project and I LOVE bringing a home back to life.  I purchased Thistle Patch Cottage which is a 1919 sweet little home nestled in a place called Woodlawn which is a historic area of Birmingham Alabama.  Completely urban neighborhood which has been in decline in past decades now has new life with people buying and loving these homes again.  I am one of these people.

As I was putting up the newest Little Free Library in Birmingham a car pulled up and a 30 something year old woman jumped out.  She introduced herself saying she just bought a home around the corner and wanted to stop when she saw me putting up the Little Free Library.  She said you must be one of my people.   That’s it — in a nutshell.  Build it and they will come.

I envision Thistle Patch Cottage with a cool minty green exterior with creamy/white trim.  Fig vines growing abundantly with a climbing pink rose on the front from Charlie Thigpens nursery.  I see rosemary bushes and Russian sage out front.  Stone rabbits and succuments spill over from clay pots.   A true cottage is being formed in this home that hasn’t been truly loved in so many decades.   Scotties will be running like banshees inside jumping from couches to chairs and running circles chasing one another.  Opera will be playing in the background or some Eagles for good measure.

The inside will be a light fern green – a glaze almost if you will on the walls.  A cream/white trim to compliment the calming color.   There will be art and birds nest and whatever else I fancy.   Because that’s the entire point — it’s my creation.  I’m very excited.  VERY.

There’s a group called the Woodlawn Foundation that I hope to become a part of.   They are pouring love, money and interest into saving these historic homes and adding new ones to compliment what’s been lost.  They are giving to this community what is needed. Love and interest.

Stay tuned to see Thistle Patch Cottage’s transformation.

Toodles – Kimy

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We’ve got some catching up to do…..

cobb co yard saleI’m completely embarrassed I haven’t posted for a while.  I just reread my last post and it was Jan of 2018!  Shameful.   smh   However I’ve had a good reason – well… it wasn’t really a good reason it was a reason sadly so.  The D word came into play.  Yes.  THAT D.

Without going into details – suffice to say – at the age of being a complete adult at this point (its a mirage) I know what I can and cannot live with or without.   We have divorced.  SIGH. I know. I was very hopeful.   We had very different versions of how life should be lived.  Lifestyle choices.   It’s been a roller coaster of emotions – but now mainly it’s been the hassle of changing my name back to Kennedy which is my maiden name.  Let me say it here – I will NEVER change my name for anyone ever again.  EVER.  EVER. Ever and forever more.  EVER.  I’m not sure I would even contemplate marriage again – I’m not bitter by any means.  I love the thought of being in a relationship with someone – I just know myself so well – there’s so many things in life I am a part of – so many things I want to do.  Go Do See is my motto. I’ve yet to find someone to compliment who I actually am.  He could be out there – he really could and probably is.  We may or may not ever cross paths – and that’s OK – I’ve lived an incredible life – I’ve had wonderful trips and experiences. I’ve got friends who count as family for me.  I’ve got two fantastic children (one who just got her first job after finishing up a second degree – one who will graduate in May of next year).  I just got a new puppy.  Bumble the scottie.  Life is good.  Life is grand.  I just cut my hair short again.  I like it short so there.

Life is to be savored.  Explored.  Talked about.  Conversations should flow freely and frequently.  Talking about the days events, life, hopes dreams, past history…. all should be able to share freely. Beware of the shoulds.

With that being said – what do I know about myself at this point.  I am a workaholic.  In a good way I think. I LOVE what I do.  Estate sales are my life.  I’m really good at what I do and I savor every sale.  I’m a writer.  Working on my novel and a childrens book.  I’m an adventurer.  I have wanderlust out the yingyang.  I love dogs.  I’m quirky in a good way if there is a good way.  I’ve been told I’m a wee bit eccentric although  I do not see that.  Obviously others do. Ahem. I’m a true extravert with some introvert thrown in there for good measure.   I’m a giving loving person.  I truly believe in giving back to the world in whatever way moves you.   I do not like going to organized church services.  I will only go now if the Uncles guilt me into going or if Val is singing.  And even then I have to think about it.  This doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God.  I just feel God could care less if I sit in a church service for an hour or more.  My God wants me to be involved in the world helping others.    I think people will be very surprised to find out who or what God really is.  That’s a completely other blog for another time.

I don’t like the TV being on for the sake of having background noise.  I’ve been back in my house in ATL for about 6 months now and I have yet to turn on a television.   Ok. I do bingewatch Netflix – say – did you watch The Haunting of Hill House? Completely FABULOUS!

I like having dogs running around.  I rehomed my sweet precious pug girls because he had allergies and they shed like a sonofabitch.  They are fine in loving homes but it was a sacrifice a very sad one.  I now have 3 Scotties – Pip, Cricket and now baby Bumble.   I need dogs in my life.   They bring me joy.

I love older homes.  I love the character and history that goes with it.  I recently purchased a wonderful 1919 home in Birmingham (remember I have 2 companies – one in atl and one in Bham).  I absolutely love breathing life back into a house that needs love care and design.  I’ve named it Thistle Patch Cottage.  If you remember my home in Atlanta is named La Petite Maison de Joie.  The Little House of Joy.  I name things.  I think that’s considered quirky. Oh well.  Sue me.

I need books, coffee (preferably café du monde French press too) and people places and things.   I need to be able to come and go freely without being made to feel guilty or as if I’m doing something wrong.   Life is TOO SHORT to be anywhere that’s not the right fit.

Find your tribe.  Your tribe should embrace you for who you are.  Support and love you.  Just as you would do for them.

Ok.  Gotta scoot — meeting Di for coffee at Alons in Dunwoody –  then off to a fundraiser at Arches Brewery where Atlas South Estate Sales (my atl co) has donated items for the event.

Happy Saturday everyone.   If you stay in your pjs all day or go on an adventure – just enjoy who you are at this very moment –  it’s up to YOU to make yourself happy – no one else can do that for you.

Toodles.  love and all that jazz – Kimy – now Kennedy – again for ever more. Ever more.

 

I’ll miss you daddy

36645_1392034652970_6035878_nIn Memory of

Myrt David Kennedy Jr.

Obituary
There aren’t many 90 year olds with a nickname of ‘Mad Dog’ who can actually fill the shoes of such an epithet. Well, my father did. Born Myrt ‘David’ Kennedy in the year 1924 he was an Atlanta native at that. He was one of 5 children. His sister, Annette Ingram is the last of those five. He grew up riding his bike through the streets of Atlanta when the Great Depression was just beginning to rear its ugly head. At the age of 14, he became sweethearts with the pretty little skinny girl next door who was 12 – his future wife of 55 years.
Daddy was too young and skinny to join the Navy during WWII, so he did what many did at that time and lied about his age. They said he was still too skinny to join and sent him home with a crate of bananas and come back in a week. He made the weight cut (note to self – stay away from bananas). He told Margaret Frances Kittles (the skinny cute girl next door) to wait on him after the war. And off he went. The stories that came out of his time in the Navy are fascinating. Daddy was a feisty little guy which I suppose one had to be in a full-fledged war. He was on many a war ship and one that was hit and sunk. His days of clinging to ship wreck for over a week or more before being rescued (That’s my favorite story by the way— sharks were involved. Depending on which way he actually told the story, many were eaten alive by the sharks, and then some days well – the sharks were at bay– :::::smiling at my dad’s stories::::::). He was a cutie-pie in his Navy uniform. He was quite the handsome pup.
Upon his return home from the war he did indeed find Margaret Frances and they married. My mother was so scared about her wedding night that she took her best friend at the time with her to sleep over. Much to my dad’s surprise when he came to the wedding chamber my mother and her friend were there giggling. Needless to say the friend was sent home. Ahem. They spent a wonderful life together. They Jitterbugged at Grant Park, took car trips to the beach. They were always having dinners with friends and later in life enjoying church groups and trips.
Daddy then joined the Atlanta Police Academy and served for 30 years becoming a much respected detective solving many crimes. He gained his famed nickname of Mad Dog when working on the police force. To this day, I can ask an older police officer who is active, if they remember Mad Dog Kennedy. A smile will come over their face; they shake their head ‘yes’ and say “Oh yes – I remember Mad Dog’. I’ve tried to find out just why he has such a rascally name — and I’m greeted with a knowing silent smile. Maybe I don’t want to know. ::he he he:::::
My father is survived by two adopted daughters, myself Kimberly ‘Kimy’ Kennedy and Pamela Kennedy. I’m the youngest by the way (I love saying that). He has 4 grandchildren, Laura and Andrew Davis, and Amy & Allison Reese. He has many nieces and nephews. A big THANK YOU to Southwest Christian Care for all your love and care for both my parents in their final days.
I was a daddy’s girl. He could build or fix anything. He built the loveliest playhouse for us when we were small. It was beautiful. He flew kites with us, let me sit and help him for hours in his workshop. I’m positive that’s why I love going into Hardware stores because it reminds me so much of my dad when I was a little girl. He was larger than life. He wasn’t perfect by any means but who is. I’m not that’s for sure.
After my mother passed away decades ago – he was very lost but found his way eventually. He became a resident at Christian City after suffering a stroke in his later years. He became quite the ladies’ man having a girlfriend on at least every other floor. He was known to still partake in a feisty battle with another male hence I suppose he very much lived up to the Mad Dog title. He was a rascal and I loved him.
‘Separated by death – forever together in love and memories’. Love you Mad Dog.
Visitation will be held Monday at our chapel from 5-8pm. Funeral Service Tuesday April 8, 2014 at 11:00am in our chapel. Internment Resthaven Cemetery, Decatur, Georgia. In lieu of flowers please make donations to Southwest Christian Care/ Hospice, 7225 Lester Road, Union City, Georgia, 770-969-8354. Please Visit our website to extend condolences atwww.TaraGardenChapel.com
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