Kickin' It Keto Style

        There is no perfect time but with that being said - this would be the "perfect time" to remember,                          not that I could ever forget her, my Grandmother. Victoria aka Nana. Nana passed away in 2001 after a to long of fight with Cancer. F Cancer. Now that is a statement that I can fully get behind. In front of and circles around too.      All my life Nana had been my strength . Honestly, I believe that she still is. March 10th will always be a day that cuts right threw me. It was the day I had to say goodbye to her in a physical sense. It is funny, people will tell you when you lose someone that it gets better over time but I will contest to the fact that is a LIE! It never ever gets better. Maybe the blood stops flowing so freely but that wound is still there. Deep. Stinging with every breath you take. Sometimes my heart hurts so much when I think about her. About the things she isn't apart of here on Earth now and I catch myself. I know she is

                               Here I go sounding like the same old broken record. I have to keep telling myself that I started a blog so I could, ha-ha, follow  myself so to say.  Talk about being lost! I never sit myself down to write "in" this, on here anymore. Thinking about it makes me pretty sad in away that I can not explain.      Most day swirl quickly past me like the new fallen snow that we are finally able to enjoy as Winter is coming to its end - Spring getting ready to March in.      My room is quiet - at my work station. My desk. I see the mountain in the distance with all the beauty of a pure white powder that has been painted over it for my viewing pleasure. Reminding me of all the snowmen I have brought  to life over the years. The big ones. The small ones. The happy ones and the lop-sided ones. Those days are gone.       My room is one of my favorite places. Other then the cars honking and the occasional - Lucee' making Oakley scream behind me, I could b