Photos tomorrow! See you then!
Photos tomorrow! See you then!
We’ve all had those days. Those days where you wake up and think, I love my life. I love the fact that it’s not perfect. I love that it’s a struggle sometimes. We learn more that way. It makes us appreciate. Speaking of appreciation…
I’ve been following along with a blog at the recommendation of Cam. This one blog turned into a few more blogs. The first blog was the Nie Recovery page. At first, I read because of the story of tragedy that happened to Nie Nie & her Mr. Neilson. Now I read because of who she is, what she does, and how she does it. I, like many, many others, don’t know Stephanie or Christian, but as a wife and mother… I feel connected in some cosmicly weird way. After moving from the recovery page to her actual blog, I will admit that she is the homemaker I strive to be. While I’m sure their life before the accident was far from perfect, it was happy and that’s what matters. They made it work. I guess everyone at some point or other would like to improve themselves and sees things in others they wish they had. I hope it’s not just me who feels that way.
I envy their sense of family. Stephanie’s sister, C Jane, continued on with her blog. In addition to writing posts in her own and taking care of the Neilson’s children. There is also her sister-in-law’s blog that I’ve also taken up reading. I am amazed with myself that everyday I think to myself, “I wonder how the Neilson’s are doing today?” It also amazes me that I know I’m not the only one.
I hope that you will visit their pages. I hope that their story will make you feel differently about your own story.
Please click the badges to the left in my side bar. Monatary donations aren’t the only way to help. Letters & cards are a great way to send your thoughts and prayers to the Neilson’s & their family.
Dear Jack Frost,
While Autumn is my favorite season of the year, I was not prepared for your early arrival. I see that you are in a hurry to get to the next season on the list, but I am not. I know that the first hard freeze of the year must have been fun for you, but at 6:30AM, when the sun hasn’t even crested, frost is not fun. Frost is dangerous on wooden porch steps.
I know that I should not complain. This is the end of October and it should be chilly this time of year. I distinctly remember a little joke you played a couple of years ago, where you brought the snow one day and then the very next day you called in sick and it was 70 degrees. *Yes, I am serious about this people.*
This time I will let you off with a warning Mr. Frost. But next time you may not be so lucky.
First, let me say that I have no idea where this body came from. It’s like I woke up one morning and someone had taken the old body. It was total invasion of the body snatchers. Without the whole alien life forms and stuff…well, I hope so anyway. Ok, so I’m lying. I’ve watched the transformation. I’ve stood in the bathroom in my undies staring at my butt in the mirror. I’ll admit without shame. Except… it’s more of what Cam would call “my hail damage” as opposed to “my booty”. When did this happen? When did I become the person who has trouble pulling her leg up to tie her freakin’ shoe? Seriously people, I gotta do something here.
Even now, I still here the “Oh, you’re so skinny”‘s and I wish I was your size. I just shake my head. Smile, thanks. This is an announcement to those people — I’m not that skinny people! These individuals don’t see me with my clothes off & all the horror that entails. It’s not about what I weigh. That doesn’t bother me. It’s not about the size of my pants. That did bother me for a while, but I’m over that now. It’s about where all this “stuff” has taken up residence on me. It’s in all the wrong places. Couldn’t it just migrate to the appropriate places?
I am a procrastinator, I am a lazy person. Exercise sounds like torture to me. I don’t want to do it. My excuse to myself that exercise is good will be a Wii Fit. I keep dropping hints to my husband. Maybe he will take the bait.
What the problem here is that I didn’t used to have to do anything to stay skinny. Then I turned 29. I swear that is when I started noticing. Just a few months into the year…
…and speaking of this year. If you want to call it that. I prefer a hole in the space time continuum that has sucked everyone I know into a black hole full of shit for the year of Two Thousand & Eight.
The year actually started with my stepdad going to the hospital by ambulance and one of my half-brothers in handcuffs. It was serious. It was bad. I spent the first minutes of this year crying alone in my den floor.
Of course, there is the saga of the Stratus. Still paying for something we shouldn’t have to. Family just doesn’t do that to family. At least, most family’s wouldn’t. Alas, we don’t live in that time. We fell into that hole in the space time continuum… are you following here people? Come on, keep up.
In addition, we pulled a few stragglers with us.
The LaBelle’s made the now infamous “quickest move to Georgia” EVER. Before that, it was “roommate from hell who won’t help out with anything around the house and thinks it’s ok to walk on us” for a while. Just after returning from the “quickest move to Georgia” EVER, it was the “monster beneath the stairs” ‘s turn to contribute to the irrationalism of Two Thousand & Eight by removing their only means of transportation so that “it” could by a new one. And by “just after returning”, I mean like the very next DAY!!! I won’t even start about the “skill saw from hell” that took Mr. LaBelle unawares. That requires a post all it’s own.
Now, we are to Ms. Jeep Chick. She has also fallen with us. Where would we be without friends to struggle with us right? We wouldn’t have anyone to bitch too!!! Barbie Jeep’s dad moved, tests came back not good, stepdad’s with rare forms of the “C” word, her driveway floating away & the neighbor who refuses to believe she’s in the wrong, Jeep Chick’s “C” word is back & it brought a friend, Barbie Jeep’s dad came back…. now leaving again…..
For the love of all things freakin’ holy….can we get to a different year already?!?!?!?!? Someone throw us a rope or a life preserver a’la S.S. Minnow or something… just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of some fucked up shit….
The great thing in all of this…..
The store is now carrying Purity EGGNOG!!!!
Quite ironic since I’ve felt like a mouse stuck in a trap all year. Just think the joys of the holiday season have yet to grace us with their presence. What fun I’m sure this will be.
Saturday went well. I’m still here and I’m still sane. Go me.
Neil changed his idea about what to be this year about 10 times. Finally, finally, he decided on a costume.
Now I swear I wasn’t stealing the real Gatekeeper’s thunder! I promise the tag on the costume said, “The Gatekeeper”. It didn’t dawn on me until people asked what his costume was.
Kaia, of course, knew she wanted to be
Chris really wasn’t feeling the whole “dressing up” vibe, but I opted for
to make it easier for him.
I heard a great story. A story about
I don’t want to spoil the ending for you though….
Our costumes varied
…and yes, that is my mom hiding in the background.
I am abnormally proud that both of my kids
After the festivites were over and a few alcoholic beverages later, it’s time for
a game of
And so ended our day…
This is a post that I am writing just to get it off my chest. If you are looking for a quirky, light, funny post, this is not going to be it.
Recently, I mentioned a friend who had gone through cancer. I also mentioned the fact that I’ve never spoken to her about it in any depth. I know cancer is bad. I know she has fought it. I feel that if she needs/wants to talk about it then she knows I am here. I would rather be the person that she can be with and NOT talk about it. It’s not that I don’t care. I do. It’s not that I don’t think it is serious. I do. If you are paying any attention, then you will realize I have a hard time dealing so I try to find the humor or a reason to not have to deal. I’m not trying to pretend like bad things don’t exist. I’m not trying to be “out of sight, out of mind”. I just feel like, if it were me, I would want a friend or friends who would let me be just me. Not me with my cancer, but me with my friends being me and nothing more.
With that being said, she is going through it all again. Plus some. Not only does she have a new baby, but her step-dad is battling his own cancer, plus some other non-mentionables that are really none of my business, but if I really start in on
him it, then I will probably end up saying something I shouldn’t … so after reading her latest post I decided to look up information on her type of cancer(s). I believe, but do not hold it to me, it is Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma and now also Merkel Cell carcinoma.
Here are some pages from WebMD with information on these two cancers.
All of this rambling on was just so I could post this…
Today was a day spent running my not so little ass off.
With my not so little list in hand. Looking like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland.
I hope I remembered everything. I’m sure that I did not.
Have you ever had a great idea? A great idea that didn’t seem as great the closer the time came for that idea to actually happen. Well, that’s me. Right now.
Neil wanted to have a costume party for his birthday like we did last year. At first, I was in love with the idea. Upon discovering that the house elves were on strike, however, I’m not so much into the idea anymore. I can’t seem to get my “occasional OCD” to kick in. I feel overwhelmed. There seems like so much to do in so little time. I am a procrastinator so I’ve waited until the very last possible moment to do most of what needs to be done.
We are a clutter-y family. Most of us are anyway. Sorry Cam, I’m not as organized as you are. Oooo… maybe I could just convince her to come over and clean my house.
I have to be honest here and tell you that when a couple of people said they couldn’t make it (not you JeepChick!), I was
Less people = less food, less drink, over quicker.
I had to pick up the “cake” this morning. It’s not actually a cake at all, but a big ass chocolate chip cookie. In the local mall, there is a store appropriately named, “The Cookie Store”. I remember it being there when I was a kid and I always wanted one of their ginormous cookies. Week before last while shopping with the kiddos, who were on Fall Break, Neil said, “Oooo… Mom I want one of those for my birthday.” He doesn’t know that I ordered one and I hope that he is surprised and happy. Especially since I paid just under $25 for the damn thing. I couldn’t help but hope that it was all jacked up though so I could send it to the Cake Wreck lady. *insert visions of evil grins here* Although I don’t know if she would count it as it’s not actually made from cake material….
This is what I picked up…
Before all the cake/non-cake madness, I did the dreaded weekly deed of grocery shopping in
hell Wal-Mart. I swear every week I go in there I come one step closer to just raking the shelf clean of Ramen noodles and making like a bandit for the door. What?!?! You mean to tell me that your kids couldn’t live off that stuff for the next 10 years if you let them? Seriously though, it feels like every weekly trip gets more and more costly. Thank the stars that the price of a gallon of gas is now less than a gallon of milk. But how long will that last really?
Tomorrow is a scheduled post as I will be up to my neck in cleaning and preparing for a costume party… but have no fear, photos will come later. Wish me luck!