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Christmas is coming after all

  • Posted on December 16, 2011 at 8:00 am

The last few days have been wonderful and amazing and humbling and surreal and a whole lot of other words.

I’m grateful. So incredibly grateful to you all.

Since the article posted, it looks like we’re going to be “adopted” by a local church. People have been calling and emailing, wanting to make sure the boys have Christmas. Another friend forced me held my hand while I made an Amazon Wishlist (Which? Holy cow y’all. I stepped WAY outside my comfort zone just making the list. Imagine how stunned I was when the vast majority of it was gone when I looked.)

I’ll be posting pictures here and on my g+ stream as they arrive, and of course I’ll be posting on Christmas Day.

Bless you. Thank you.

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Exhilarated, excited to be in love(ish) again

  • Posted on April 30, 2009 at 12:57 pm
This entry is part 3 of 10 in the series atypicalrelationship

We go out as often as we can, but I honestly prefer hanging out at the house with the kids. He keeps asking “would you marry me?” and I keep ducking the question. It’s too soon, he’s too still-married, please stop asking. Okay, if I answer will you NEVER ASK ME AGAIN? Then yes, I quite possibly WOULD marry you. If I actually believed in marriage. Privacy is impossible at our respected homes, so he occasionally gets a hotel room. It is a source of….not argument but something close to it. He doesn’t understand my general “hotel rooms squick me out” attitude (if I didn’t clean it, how do I KNOW it’s clean??!!??). But it *is* nice to be able to snuggle up and enjoy each others company.

Unease rumbles through my gut, punching me periodically. The things around the house he said he can do? are not done. Nor have we discussed WHEN they would be done. These are not small things, either: weatherproofing a window, changing the oil (he didn’t want me spending $30 at the quickchange) and replacing the brake pads on my van. Blowing the leaves. But he does go with me to select a new washer and dryer. And then a dishwasher. It’s odd, but nice.

We do not spend Thanksgiving together (he says he did not drive and ended up going to several relatives homes) but he does manage to come over on Christmas day.

The boys and I go to his house for New Year’s dinner. His house, his mama’s house is chock full of breakables. I don’t relax until the children go outside to play. He notices I’m giving myself a headache and directs me to get the bottle of ibuprofen from his desk. Next to the bottle of ibuprofen? a bottle of vicodin. I pull him to the side and ask about it – at no point did he tell me about this. “This?” he smiles condescendingly at me. “That is codeine. The muscle relaxer I take.”

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On the 11th day of Christmas my children gave to me…

  • Posted on December 23, 2008 at 3:21 pm

laundry and some vomit to clean….

The boys have spent the last two days on the futon mattress in the floor in front of the TV. It’s both unnerving (they’re both laying!!! and not fighting!!! OHMYGOODNESS IT’S THE SEVENTH SIGN!) and a relief (no fights to break up? SCORE!). On one hand I’d like the Dr. to confirm my suspicion that it’s a mild case of fifths disease. On the other hand, I really do NOT want to bring home whatever bugs are lurking in the doctor’s office. Therefore, the only logical thing to do is take them in if they get worse. I’m not sure if I’m glad or chagrined that this happened right at Christmas break. YAY! they won’t get behind in school. BOO I do not want to clean up puke on Christmas Day. (Assuming, of course, that he’s still puking day after tomorrow. I know, it’s highly unlikely. But it COULD happen.)

Why do I have a futon mattress on the floor in my livingroom? Funny you should ask. My Sainted Mama decided that my (comfy but so ugly that kidspills don’t make my head explode) double-reclining sofa was just.too.ugly to stay here. A family friend was clearing out their storage area and Mama fell in love with the sofa we now have. And it is a veritable nightmare, reminiscent of the old-school days when homes had a parlor full of furniture that nobody but “company” would use. The good news is the embroidered floral pattern hides spills MUCH better than my sofa did – but that’s pretty much the only good thing about it.

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I found a pediatric dentist that takes our insurance AND that Daniel will open his mouth for AND that got in, got done and got out before Daniel could get to full-on freakout mode. He was pretty weirded-out when the numbing shot went in, and that just snowballed as his lip and tongue “feels WEIRD MOMMY!” I think we’re in for another 2-3 visits (one for each quadrant of the mouth) and then we’ll be on track for the normal 6-month cleanings. Now to get Joe on that treadmill…

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About those goals for 2008 – Yeaaaaaah, no. Travelled to Mamaw’s house and that was it. My GPA is up slightly – sort-of. My brother came home with his family for Daddy’s funeral. There was no snowflaking. None of the other stuff “in the back of my mind” got done. And I’m done with setting myself up like that. If anything happens, TRUST ME you’ll hear about a good 25% or so of it.

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Last but not least (for the moment) I leave you with: Grocery Store Schizophrenia.

Valentine cakes surrounded by Christmas cakes at the grocery store

Merry Christmas, Y’all!

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