Over winter break I took advantage of my new Groupon addiction at our local bowling alley. I was able to tell the kids to invite a friend to join us, already paid by the fun coupon.
I had suggested Nathaniel invite Luke his best friend but he was already going to be on a trip.
February went by with no posts. They were in my head but because of my eyes and overall laziness with typing they stayed dormant.
I didn’t write about my fortieth birthday, Pete’s fortieth-second went by too. Nathaniel turned 16 (all teenage girls that visit are automatically shot in the ass with a dart of Depo-Provera)(There’s a whole post...
When I started writed in 2006 Peyton had just gotten sick. I blogged to keep friends and family updated, it slowly morphed into a place where I vented about the horror of watching my baby in so much pain, I could honestly talk about the good and bad of the life I found...
I’m pretty sure I’m dying.
I’ve had bronchitis since Christmas, I keep forgetting to take my night meds so my bp is wonky and Web MD said this strange mole is probable pancreatic cancer. So, it’s been real ya’ll.
I can only imagine the lectures brewing right now.
You forget your meds? Are you stupid? Do you want...
Ok, so *I* wasn’t on fire but I started one.
With my wheelchair.
In my kitchen.
We have a gas stove versus electric.
Peter ordered pizza the night before and we carelessly left the cardboard boxes on the burners.
Note: cardboard is really freaking flammable.
Part of my wheelchair experience...
I can’t cut my nails. Fingers or toes, they’re a two-handed job that are beyond me.
So, I go and have a mani/pedi.
Which sounds great, used to be a treat, a moment to pamper myself.
But like anything, when it becomes a necessity some of the joy gets sucked out it.
I really thought about it this week,...
There I am, laying in bed, thinking of the things that have changed in the past few years. The thing on my body that have stronger, things that have gotten worse.
I think, mostly, of my kids in relation to these changes.
How much longer will the weaknesses maintain before they just DON’T anymore?
I’m excited for our...
I used to play MASH.
You remember that game from your childhood? Mansion, Apartment, Shack or House. Yes, I would live in a shack with Joey McIntyre. Even with our five kids in a Porsche.
I liked MASH, I never said I was smart about it.
But in all those daydreams, with fantasies scribbled in pencil on scraps of lined paper, not...
“Don’t talk to strangers!”
Those were the most common warnings of my childhood memory. Don’t take candy from strangers. Don’t get in strange vehicles
Only YOU can prevent a forest fire.
Those were the warnings my parent gave me. My fears were some dark and shadowy figure out to snatch me away from my home.