• 23May

    It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

    Life has been moving right along. Shecky is done with school for the year. Summer is here and life is taking on a bit of a different pace. A different tone. Everything is still wonderful but we seem to be, finally, settling into being a family rather than a husband and a wife and a kid all living in the same house. I’m LOVING it.

    The last 2 weekends we’ve had visitors come stay with us. Last weekend my Sister-In-law came in. She rested, relaxed, and re-centered herself a bit. We had a really nice visit. Through the course of the weekend she got me totally addicted to Sex in the City, the TV show. She has the entire show on DVD, every season. Thankfully she left it with me so I can finish watching it. I’m not sure WHY I like the show, and truth to tell, there’s a bit too much sex in their particular city for my comfort levels, but I DO like the show. (Honestly, I think its the secondary characters that draw me in. The women, for the most part, are indefensibly unlikable.)

    This weekend @Cylithria and her boyfriend (and J’s best friend), @thewocket, came in for a weekend visit. We had a blast!!! I swear to GOD those to make me Snort Laugh more often than anyone I know! It was awesome to get some one on one time with them. We played copious amounts of board games. Ate copious amounts of food. Talked about everything from dynamics of relationships to kids getting US in trouble.

    This morning however, this morning was a PERFECT illustration of why I love @Cylithria so damned much. Last night I mentioned something to her about our having bought a riding lawnmower. It was just a passing comment, No. Big. Deal. Right?

    Well, this morning Cy got up and went on the porch to have her morning smoke and coffee while I was starting brunch for everyone. Suddenly, Cy comes flying into the house hollering, “Excuse me, Bitch? You have a tractor and you DIDN’T TELL ME??” **deep breath** “Can I use your tractor and mow your lawn?” I stood there with my jaw hanging open, staring at her like she had 3 breasts, 4 heads, 92 eyes because she had forgone her cigarette and coffee… to ask… if she… could… mow… my… lawn. Once I recovered I just about DIED laughing. I told her that was up to J as it was his “toy”. She zoomed downstairs, batted her eyes at my husband, told her man to move out the way, pressed herself against J’s back and said “I looooove you…” and convinced him to let her use it and mow our lawn.

    I swear to you… it’s all true. It’s a perfect example of who she is and why I adore her so. Life. Is. Good.

  • 29Oct

    The last few days have been odd. I’ve been hit with nausea, listlessness, other issues. At first, we thought, Oy… stomach… flu.

    As the days progressed we wondered…. Could it be? Was I possibly?

    We looked at the calendar. Counted back the days. Holy. Crap. I just MIGHT be.

    I didn’t allow myself to dwell on it… well, not TOO much.

    Another couple of days passed and the nausea was less… but still there. So were the other issues. I began to hope a little more. My friends that I had blabbed my suspicions to began to get more excited about the prospect as well. As did J.

    Then, the BIG realization that Aunt Flow had missed her monthly visit. I was a week late. That is TRULY when I started to believe. I could be pregnant. I got excited. We bought a test. I took it this morning.

    Negative.

    I cried for 4 hours this morning. I cried a little more this afternoon.

    It’s amazing how much you want something… yet don’t realize the depth of the want and need until it’s … gone.

    The thing is, I know I’m ready now. Not physically. I have more weight to lose. I have to get in better shape. However, in my heart, I’m ready to love another child.

    See, for a long time I worried. I loved Shecky so fiercely, so much, that I worried that I wouldn’t be ABLE to love another child the same. I can. That’s a huge change for me.

    Now I just have to get my body ready again!

  • 22Oct

    I am a believer. I am not religious. I do not worship as a Roman Catholic, a Southern Baptist, a Methodist, a Morman or any other “named religion”. I believe in a higher power.

    I have a very dear, very special friend who is dying. She has Lupus. She has cancer. Her body is failing her and it is wasting away. She has lost 20 pounds in the last 7-9 days. The doctors have told her there is nothing else they can do. Her body has to right itself on its own.

    Most of you that read my blog know her. Cylithria of Why Not, Right is the friend I speak of. I don’t ask for much out of the world. Just that I find and surround myself with good, loving people who make the world a place worth being a part of. Cylithria is one of those people.

    The world would be so much less without her in it.

    I’ve seen the internet and blogosphere pull together for children, families in need and people with cancer. I’ve seen it offer support, prayer and help to people going through divorce, through therapy, and through deaths.

    Please, I beg of you. Pray for her. Send her healthy, healing energy. However you worship, whatever you believe, lift her up?

    I believe in the power of prayer. I believe in the power of love. I believe in the power of the internet to pull people together.

    Lift her up.