A Pair of Pack Mules

I was asked recently what led me to start blogging.

Good question...with several answers.

One...SweetT told me to...and I always do as I'm told.

Two...God told me to...and I always listen when He speaks.  He knew I was going to need all the support I could get in the coming months and He was right...as always.  Let me say right now...thank you all for the all the love that came our way during the months leading up to and following Bella's arrival.  I've said it before, but it bears repeating...I felt the prayers like a warm hug every minute of every day.  Thank you also for all the sweet birthday wishes for our little girl!  Y'all are the best!

Third...I wanted to create me...my identity.

All my life I've been known by many names.

The girls...Kerri and Debbie...

Joey and Jenn's mom...

Danny and Debbie...the list went on...

and always there was an and included with my name.

I wanted a stand-alone identity for business purposes...mine and mine alone.

When I wrote my first post, that was my plan.  Talk about the antique business, things I love, and create this whole cool persona of myself for the shows.

That's what I thought I wanted, but one cannot be married for nigh on 40 years and keep a single person outlook.  It just isn't possible...although I keep threatening to let him try single for a while...especially when we're loading that trailer at night!

Cat Daddy infiltrated my blog just as he infiltrated my heart all those years ago.  We are a matched set of mules linked in the harness of life...complete with brass conchos.  We may balk and let out a bray from time to time, but we also pull the load quicker together than apart.  Just call us Jack and Jenny!

(Like scorpions, we travel as a pair.  If you see one...hang on.  The other one is just around the corner looking at something shiny!)

We finish each other's sentences, meals, and jokes.  If one stumbles...the other is there to pick up the slack.  By pulling in tandem rather than in opposite directions...we don't kill ourselves...or each other.  Do we always get along...heck no!  Only with patience and a lot of practice getting into those collars, have we managed to never lose a load...or deliberately kick hurt one another.

At times, our pace can be off.  We've been known to throw a hissy shoe, get a bit spavined from overwork, and be a burr under each other's saddle...but when that happens...we forget about being stubborn, cuss discuss what's wrong...fix it...and get on with the job at hand. 

Simple truth...try as I might to be just Debbie...I never will be.

These are the simple truths I've come to appreciate over the course of time.

I will always have an and in front my name.

Without each other, we are painfully hobbled.

I will happily always be the other half of this Cat dog and pony show known as Trash AND Cat Daddy...but at least for now...I get top billing!

There is one thing I managed to accomplish by blogging that I aimed for. I have met some of the nicest folks on the planet. I've also been fortunate to meet and shake howdy with a lot of y'all at my second home at Zapp Hall.

I sure hope to add to that list in about two weeks!

In the meantime...I gotta get back to work now y'all.  Cat Daddy has finished up his feed bag...and this bed and ship's galley rack ain't gonna load themselves!

When you get to the Greatest Show on Dirt...just ask for Trash and Cat Daddy.  Folks a'know who you're lookin' for and if'n they don't...just listen for the sound of braying laughter.

~Second star to the right...straight on till morning~Peter Pan