Update


Haven’t been here in a while. Lots of things have been going on, and just in case anyone out there still comes by here, here’s an update.

Last year we had some bad storms. My in-law’s home was destroyed, but my mother-in-law saved me a few pieces of rubble which I’ve been making jewelry out of. I would like to sell them, but is that morally okay? People died in those storms.

I had a couple surgeries this summer. I have a sneaky suspicion my surgeon just has a thing for robots. My left leg used to be longer than the right (since the 1st surgery) but now (after the second) I think the right’s longer. It’s weird.

I’m still doing a clinical trial for a drug, and they extended the trial indefinitely. I’m pretty sure I’ve been on a placebo, but in a few months I get the real thing. It should be interesting.

We got a puppy. We still have our other dog. Puppies have sharp teeth. Like razors. And bad breath. And more pee than logically makes sense. I’m still more of a cat person.

My kids have been sick. Me too. Like, “wish I was dead” sick, but hopefully it will pass one way or another soon.

Lastly, I’m not sure about writing. I’m doubting my abilities. Being sick isn’t very inspirational either. I’m thinking about deleting this blog. If I ever started blogging again, I’d use my hypothetical pen name.

Signing off for now,

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Vomit, my affair with Apple, and I’m still lovely…


The constitution needs an amendment to initiate a warning system for parents whose children are about to get sick. The government likes to be involved in the everyday life of its citizens, and we amend the constitution for everything else, so why not right?

If such a warning system were in place today, I still would be busy with one of the messy jobs of parenthood, but at least I could have run to the store for a gas mask and some gloves. One kid down (with the flu) a few more to go.

As far as my affair with Apple…it is a love hate kind of thing. Love them enough to write a song (see: All I Want For Christmas is Some Apple Stock). I hate that I dropped by phone from about 3 feet high (person in wheelchair is taller than they appear) and this time cracked the glass in the corner. This is not the first time I’ve dropped the phone, but I guess it was waiting for the worst possible moment to actually break.

That being said; today I was nominated by a lovely person herself at “Xanax or Running Shoes” for the One Lovely Blog Award.. This award is like a man…conditional…(just kidding husband dearest); but I think I am going to follow all the guidelines this weekend when I can concentrate. If I try to do it now, my post might be covered in broken glass and vomit, and I don’t think you all want to see that.

Hobbling Around the Issues: Assisted Suicide


There are some things in life that are difficult for me to understand. This issue is one of them.

I can’t understand why it is ok to put our dog out of its misery when it is old and can hardly eat, but when it comes to our grandfather…well, that’s just inhuman. We explain to our kids how “the right thing to do” is to put our cat down after being hit by a car, but when our loved one can only speak long enough to beg us to help them go quickly…we are appalled by the thought of “murdering” them.

We (as a society) say that it is okay to have an abortion, but when our own grandmother, who has lived a long, full, dignified life is now unable to control her bowels and bladder, not to mention her mind…it is best to just clean her up and pretend that she wants to exist as long as possible in a hospital room that she is frightened of each morning.

On movies and in reality, we often hear people say “at least he/she died doing what he or she loved.” Meanwhile, the father who gave 30 years of his life in service to our country is in so much pain that he can’t even see or hear his kids because his head is thrown back in screams of horror…it would have been okay if he died in the war, but we are going to make his life as long as possible here on our soil.

It is one thing when our loved one wants to fight, wants to live, tries to deal with the pain since it means they can still see their family and friends, etc.

When people are in horrible pain; when they are scared of each new day and in brief moments of sanity, beg us to kill them; when days or weeks of helpless humiliation are all they have left before they pass away…how can we ignore the real issue and only focus on serving our own purposes. Are we really that selfish? If you think the quality of life is not important…well, I don’t understand that.

Maybe you can help…

Best Thing About Being Sick


Even the dark circles that are usually under my eyes are pale.

On a side note…I really am sick, so I probably wont be posting too much in the next few days, so here are some other entertaining people for you all to check out:

http://youvebeenhooked.wordpress.com/ – He’s sick too 😦

http://lifeisabowlofkibble.wordpress.com/

http://whatimeant2say.wordpress.com/

http://off-the-mainstream.com/

http://badlandsbadley.wordpress.com/

http://japecake.wordpress.com/

There are many other great bloggers I follow, but I really just need to close my eyes for a bit. If I didn’t mention you, but I follow you, just pretend we are secret lovers or something…ok, maybe don’t pretend that…just know I still like your blog.