I've documented in great detail here about how obnoxious and annoying my big brother is; how he's a terrible loser and an even worse winner, how we still pick at each other like we're 5 and 10 years old and no one can stand to be around us because we're so much alike; and how he's the best dad and big brother in the world. He's a big jerk. On Monday, he told me he had leukemia. Chronic Myelocytic Leukemia. My stupid brother has stupid cancer. I'm so, so mad at him. I'm crying even as I type this. How dare he have this happen to him? We've always been Johnny and Michelle, and now he's going through something I can't help him with. My typical brother: John: I have leukemia. Michelle: (crying) John: Why are you crying? Other than the leukemia, I'm in perfect health! And later: John: (blah, blah, blah) John:...And no matter what, do NOT ask me how I'm feeling, I'm already sick of it, I feel fine! I mean it! Don't ask me!!! (sigh) The prognosis is good. I just feel a little beat down, what with my grandma's cancer and then my things and then my grandpa's brain tumor and I don't wanna hear the prognosis is good I wanna hear that my brother is going to be perfect as good as new as obnoxious and annoying as ever. I love my big brother. I'm not really mad at him...well, no more than usual. :) Love y'all, goodnight. :)
CAUTION: AMBIEN POST I am trying to write with extra care and precision but my eyes are mostly shut and I'm thinking about puppies for some reason, which has nothing to do with my post...
Oh dear, it's already gone off the rails! Anyway, just thought I'd provide a weekend update and a promise to do better in regards to my blog. :) Update: 1. Still moving. I have to turn in my letter by Friday. I tend to procrastinate. I need to be out of here by April 1, yay!!! 2. Still sickly. I have discovered that I CANNOT eat dark chocolate. I was given bad information and so for Valentine's Day, certain people gave me some wonderful dark chocolate to eat. It was good. The ensuing migraine was very, very bad. 3. Dwayne finally got his letter on Friday, approving his disability. TWO YEARS and TWO DENIALS later, and two years of no income, before he could get this approval. Because he has not had access to good medicine during this whole time unless he paid for it out of pocket, he has deteriorated to where now he is in a wheelchair 99% of the time. His poor hands and fingers are permanently disfigured, the joints are twisted and knotted...he has the hands, knees and hips of a 90-year old. He is only 46. 4. It's hard not to be angry at the government in this kind of situation. His savings are gone. 5. But I guess all of us are in bad shape. I know the economy is supposed to be getting better (really?), but I'm not feeling it. 6. My brother, for instance, lived with my sister-in-law and their baby at a very nice house that he had owned for years. Then the Recession happened. The house got sold, and my brother moved his family into an apartment. They had another baby, and my brother moved his family again, into the apartments where I live. It's the WRONG WAY. As your family gets bigger, your house is supposed to get bigger...not smaller! 7. As for me, my rent here has gone up and up, but my pay stays the same. Oh excuse me, the company raises our hourly pay every year, but its minuscule, and insignificant since our health insurance goes way up every year and any raise we see is immediately swallowed up by the health insurance. 8. Okay, I gotta wrap this up because I forgot what my original mission was and I've fallen asleep 30 or 40 times now. Ambien 1, Michelle 0. 9. We'll continue later and see if I can stay awake for Round 2. Should be great fun. Goodnightzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz................
All of a sudden, ten years is today!, and I have to make a fabulous post, an hour after I've already taken my Ambien, which means...nooooo fabulous post is coming from me tonight! Maybe tomorrow... But my ADD couldn't just leave this date empty, so this WILL be the official 10-year anniversary post! Sad, very sad, but true... I've been trying and I can't really remember what prompted me to start blogging to begin with. It was the days of AOL dial-up, so we had lots of open time while we were waiting 20 minutes to download one song at a time from Napster, and AOL started something called AOL Journals (it was blogging), and all us nerdy writer types signed up. And then we went from there. And a lot of people quit along the way, or moved sites, but I stayed...I tend to stay somewhere until I'm forced from the building. Finally I was forced to move to Blogspot, and I've been here ever since. Yay! I truly love my blog. It's a purely personal blog...when I started it, I was a young mom with a young daughter and we were having a sometimes difficult, sometimes wonderful life. As we both got older, our lives changed, and as Chelsea was able to take better care of herself, my grandmother got sick and my world fell apart. My blog became a record, and an outlet for the things I couldn't tell my family, because they were in as much pain as I was in. So...I'm trying to gather my thoughts because the Ambien is kicking in big time! ... This blog has been a lifesaver for me. When I write down the things that have happened, the things that I have felt, I know them to be true. It's been cathartic. I think it's helped my mother and daughter, too, who've also read it. I love my blog and I love the friends it has brought me, that's definitely the most important thing. Thank you all for sticking with me through my migraines and meltdowns and mild little freakouts; I'm totally appreciative (hope you don't stop now!), and you rock!, thanks y'all!!!
Orchard in Blossom with View of Arles by Vincent Van Gogh
I'm only mildly irritated that every time I try to comment on a post, my comment disappears into the blogosphere. THREE times that has happened, so far. No wait, FOUR. I'm practicing my breathing. Chelsea and I are moving! Probably. Most likely. Our new place will be not as nice, is smaller and has no fireplace, BUT it's closer to work and is almost half the rent.
The most important thing and the biggest impetus for our move is that our new place will not have a floor-sleeper. I know it's a tiny bit ridiculous...I'm basically moving because my squatter won't leave. Let me be a precautionary tale, although I seriously doubt there's anyone out there as naive, gullible, timid, pushover-y and can't say no-y as me.
I'm going to pick this up again tomorrow when my stuff isn't disappearing into the nether...I'm hoping this doesn't disappear! Let me know if you have some oceanfront property in Arizona you're looking to get rid of...
So I went to Google looking for the Olympic thing:
But instead, I found this:
Google said Happy Birthday to me!
I know that Google is telling me Happy Birthday because I'm logged in somewhere or other...but it's a little, um, freaky... The machines are poised to take over. We are almost in the land of Terminator and The Matrix, I know it. The other day, I went to send an email at work, and my computer very helpfully told me I forgot to attach my spreadsheet.
They are alive.
So, for my birthday tonight we went out to eat, and my birthday party is on Sunday; tomorrow night Dwayne is making me dinner, because he's perfect and wonderful. He is in pretty bad shape now, and pretty confined to the wheelchair and in very low spirits. He is in constant pain, yet apologizing to me because he can't help.
Doesn't he know he's my hero?
I have much to say, but not the will...my headache has been hanging on for a good long while this time around. At this point, who cares? Migraines are just a given...like the SNOW, and the COLD; and never going away!
Ahem.
Still celebrating my tenth anniversary of blogging, here's a birthday throwback...
Before I left for Germany, when I was ten years old, my family had an early birthday party for my brother and me…who knew when we would be home again? My grandmother decorated a huge cake, with one side of it with Smurfs (for me J ), and the other side of it with a UK wildcat (for my brother)… We got lots and lots of presents that day. One of my presents was a tape recorder…one of those huge black and silver things… On that day, with my family all together for the last time in what would be years, I made all of them speak into the recorder and record a special message for me. I took that tape with their special message with me to Germany, where I kept it for all three years I was there, and whenever I was desperately homesick for my family I would play it… The message was simple: It was my mom, my brother, my grandma, my grandpa, my aunt, my great-aunt…everybody recorded the same thing… "I love you, Michelle…" "I love you, Michelle…" "I love you, Michelle…" I no longer have the tape, but I can still hear it, in my head… Today, my family had an early birthday party for me (my birthday is actually Monday)…They called me into the kitchen, and I walked in to the crowd of people, my mom, my grandparents, my brother and sister-in-law and nephew, my daughter, my aunts, my boyfriend… I knelt down to blow out the candles on my cake… And I realized that all the people that had left me the messages on my tape so long ago were still right here… I nearly cried as I realized how blessed I was, that over twenty years later, I’m still a member of this wonderful, sometimes maddening, always loving family, And they were able to tell me again, today, that they loved me… Instead of a wish for something I didn’t have, this year, before blowing out the candles, I just thanked God…for everything.
What I'm experiencing right now is anxiety and stress, a lot of it. I know it well. What I'm doing right now is hiding under the covers, nursing my headache. What I'm afraid of is that I'm going to be triggered right back into the dark place - the place I've tried so hard to get out of for the past two years. Funny how that fear is just piling on to the anxiety and stress I already have. What I'm supposed to be doing is utilizing the tools I've learned to handle moments just like this. But I can't remember a thing. Let's blame it on the headache. The headache is probably caused by the stress and anxiety. See? I can't escape myself...
Here's what I'd like... 1. More time 2. More time 3. More time 4. Bloggie friends to please stop blogging so I can catch up!!! 5. More time 6. No more migraines 7. No more migraines 8. No more migraines 9. Warmth 10. Warmth Okay, since we have that out of the way, NEXT! Here's another throwback post celebrating ten years of blogging, suggested by Chelsea, who wants it known that she is no longer scared of BTVS and also, she does not talk to ghosts. Or vampires. From 7/6/04, If you only knew... My daughter begged and begged to be allowed to watch an episode, ANY episode, of Buffy...her reasons being that she is a big fan of the Once More, With Feeling soundtrack, and she is almost 12 now, and ALL her friends are allowed to watch the show, except for her, etc... So I thought, well, the first season was pretty tame, I'll let her watch Welcome to Sunnydale/The Harvest. I even made her close her eyes through the bad parts and turned the sound down. She seemed to take it well enough, until bedtime. Here are the top five reasons why letting your immature almost-12-year-old watch Buffy is not a good idea: 5. There is no question, this time, about whose bed she is sleeping in tonight. 4. You get drawn into a long, drawn-out treatise on why vampires really do exist. Even when you say, "They're not real. Period." You get asked back, "How do you KNOW?". "You can't be sure." The child then proceeds to tell you where in the Bible it says that demons walk the earth, and vampires are demons, right? Um... 3. She immediately makes plans to ask our preacher to bless some holy water for her. 2. She rearranges the kitchen cabinets looking for garlic powder. And, even though I've assured her that a) vampires aren't real, and b) they couldn't get in the house anyway without being invited in, the top reason against letting her watch this is: 1. She slept last night with a wooden 'Medieval Times' stake under her pillow.
Do you remember the 2002 Winter Olympics? I do...specifically, because of Sarah Hughes. She became the women's figure skating champion after winning her long program, but that's not why we remember her. We remember her because her long program was magical...unexpected...joyous...nearly perfect, and, after her fourth place short program, a Good Story, which is what the Olympics are REALLY all about. Well, to everyone except for the athletes, that is.
More good stories from past Winter Olympics: Remember Dan Jansen, speed skater from Lillehammer, 1994? Best skater in the world for ten years? Lillehammer was his fourth Olympics - he'd had extremely bad luck trying to get on the podium so far. That year at Lillehammer he'd brought a secret weapon...his baby daughter Jane, named after his sister Jane, who died in 1988 on the day Dan competed in the 500 meter race in Calgary. Dan finally won his gold medal at the 1994 Lillehammer Olympics, setting an Olympic record while slipping twice, and took a victory lap around the lane with his baby daughter.
One last Good Story...MIRACLE ON ICE!
I mean, this winter Olympic victory was so huge they made a movie out of it! (no no we're not talking about Cool Runnings in this post go away go away)...
In the 1980 Lake Placid games, our US guys were huge underdogs against the Soviet team that had dominated in play against every single team in the world. But WE WON, 4-3. Do you believe in miracles?
So, it's been great reminiscing about Olympics past...I never, ever miss an Olympics, you know? It doesn't matter if I think the sport is completely ridiculous (read: curling) or frilly (ice dancing), I still watch it. It's always been one of my things.
Until now, that is.
We've dropped the ball, here. Our friends and neighbors in Russia are suffering and scared for their lives, and the lives of their friends and families.
How is it possible that we are dealing with a leader who has clearly lost his mind? It is not acceptable for him to be bringing down a reign of terror on any segment of his population!
I guess I'll just keep saying this until someone hears me: It was bad enough that we kept dealing with the President of Iran after he denied the Holocaust ever happened.
But here, we have another world leader cut from the same cloth, and it's our second chance to get it right. We are the leader of the free world and it's our responsibility to do the right thing, which is to boycott these Olympics.
America going to the Sochi Olympics gives it legitimacy,which is the same thing as giving Putin legitimacy, which means that his stance on homosexuality is legitimate and so everything's okay, which IT IS NOT.
Putin's latest missive explains that gay Olympic athletes at the games will be fine, 'as long as they stay away from children'.
I can't even go there about how insensitive and unfair that is, except to say that this uneducated and hate-filled man is leader of a very dangerous and unbalanced region.
We need to boycott, we need all of our people out of there, and we should offer asylum to anyone who needs it. I don't want another Holocaust, and this feels like the very beginnings of something.
So. US boycott, and if they don't, then I'm at least boycotting anyway, and one of my favorite things, too.
Yogi Berra, Don Larsen - Moments after Don's perfect game, 1956 World Series, Game 5
Way back a long, long time ago, Dwayne and I were on a bowling league. Every Saturday night, we bowled. We had our own bowling balls, bags and shoes - we were serious! But even though I loved bowling, I wasn't very good at it. My average was only 112, and that was after lots of practice and studying. Yes, studying...I always study up when I do something, even a new sport. So when I started bowling, I went to the library, and got bowling books. It's well established - I'm geeky that way. One bowling Saturday, though, I blew my average out of the water. I hit 'the zone' that night. To this day I have no idea how I did it, but from my first few practice shots until my last shot of the third game, I couldn't miss. THE ZONE. What I remember specifically about that night is how focused I was. I KNEW that I wouldn't miss. Every time I grabbed my ball and walked up to the lane, the world narrowed and I knew exactly what was going to happen. So...what WAS that? The next week things were back to normal, I was just me again with my 112 average. I don't know if I've ever experienced anything like that ever again. I don't know if I want it to happen again, either...it's a little unsettling to think about, like it was someone else doing this awesome thing, not me. Have YOU ever been in 'the zone'? Have you ever been able to recapture it? Would you want to?
Sometimes it seems like I'm wasting space. Well, a lot of the time it feels like that. I promise I'm better, comparatively! It's just a habit, I think, along with feeling a little at odds in my environment. Now that I'm feeling a little healthier, I don't even know where to start. :) I asked Chelsea for ideas on how to celebrate my 10th anniversary of blogging and she was way too important and busy. She used to be a proper minion who did all my work for me but now she has a job and thinks she's allowed to like, live her own life and stuff. What's up with that? Children just think they can grow up and move on and OMG! - NOW I understand why my mom is always so mad if I don't talk to her on the weekends! *Epiphany* :) Sooo... Here is a look back ten years ago at one of Chelsea's and Mom's favorite posts: Good Memories, Part 1 Wednesday, March 3, 2004 We spent Memorial Day at my grandparent's farm last summer. My grandparent's farm - this is the place where I love to go for the peacefulness and the woods and the brilliant night sky. I guess it's nice during the day, too, if it wasn't for the bugs and the heat and the sun and that since it's a family picnic you're not supposed to stay inside and read your book. My daughter was doing softball at the time at the Y and I suggested we play baseball so she could get some practice. My bossy brother heard me and insisted we play kickball instead. I'm 31 and my brother is 36 and we still regress back to our childhood roles of him being bossy and me being sneaky. He decided we were going to choose teams, that archaic schoolyard practice that still haunts me - I was always chosen last in elementary school. But this time, my daughter was picking - she picked me first! She also picked my 73-year old grandfather. This is the part that makes it my favorite memory. I never knew anything until I saw my grandfather, who I love and admire and who I placed on a pedestal when I was five years old, playing this kickball game. Determination. Coaching - "Michelle, you need to run fast!". Verve. And the best moment of all, Popa sprinting around third base and heading for home, with my bossy brother aiming for him, and so my 73-year old grandfather slides into home plate. SAFE! And the crowd roared. It was a perfect moment.
Have y'all taken this little quiz up there? I've taken it three times (the questions aren't always the same), and each time, my top answer says I'm from LOUISVILLE. This freaks me out just a tiny little bit...that I can be so easily profiled! Like on Criminal Minds...not that I'm a serial killer or anything, but still! It does remind me of 5 or 6 years ago, when my family and I were doing Derby Day at the Whirlaway Room at Trackside. Our server for the day was so sweet, and at one point she said something like, 'I'm going on break, do you'uns need anything right now?' YOU'UNS. The only people I've ever heard say that is my great-grandmother and great-aunt...I looked at her and said, are you from down near Eastern Kentucky, like from London, Kentucky, maybe? OMG I freaked her out so bad she almost had to sit down...I sent over to my grandma's table to see if they were related, everyone from down there is related. Everything you've heard about Appalachia is true. G'night! :)
He has been taking up all my bandwidth for the last two hours, and it's taking all I have to not go in there and just shut his computer off for him. My floor-sleeper has to go. It's pretty bad when I get irritated, because I never get irritated. I'm on lots and lots of medication to make sure I DON'T get irritated. But, you know...don't come between me and my internet. :( I can't even tell you how bizarre this situation really is, because this is a family blog. Let's just say his/her gender-switching back and forth is dizzying and I really think my shrink is going to have to up my doses. You know what it is? It's being home these past few days on vacation. I never thought I'd say this, but I'll be happy to go back to work on Monday. This just isn't me, someone please save me! ... ... ... Since it's 3 a.m., I guess I'll try to go to sleep and maybe wake up in 3 or 4 hours and see if I can steal some computer time then... This is my life... And yes, I brought it on myself, and yes, I have the power to kick my squatter out in the freezing cold snowy weather, still homeless with nowhere to go. I just don't know what to do! ... ... ... When all else fails, hug my kitty. That's what I'm going to do. Must. hug. kitty. Goodnight. :)
Well. I hate to leave stuff incomplete, but my December photo challenge ended on Day 25 for me. The stupid camera on my stupid iPhone stopped working. Stupid technology.
:( It's finally 2014, and you know what that means? Well, it's a little ridiculous to even say it, but I can't help myself... My blog's 10-year anniversary is almost here!!! I feel really old even thinking about it. 2/16/04 is the actual date I started blogging. I was working and going to school and Chelsea was 11 and when I read back on it I was so busy and healthy and doing all the things I loved, it hurts a little to see it. I'd love to be that person again. So, I might revisit some of my favorite old posts...or not. I dunno. I just think it's a cool milestone, but then again, it ages me terribly, LOL! :) Happy New Year and I hope we all have a wonderful 2014...
My brother had to use nephew guilt to get me out of the house tonight.
I'm okay now that I'm here, though. The whole 2 minutes it took me to get here.
:)
My grandpa is home from the hospital, with orders for a nurse and a physical therapist to visit every day. The physical therapist is a real blessing and just what he needs to get him up and moving.
:)
We're scattered all over town tonight. New Year's Eve used to be mandatory event, but now it's always a last-minute thing...because New Year's Day IS a mandatory event. We have Christmas Eve, my brother's birthday, and New Year's Day all in a week, that's a lot of family time even for us! Because, you know, some of us are a little obnoxious and hard to get along with.
I'm not naming names or anything...
So all we've got here tonight is me, my mom, Chelsea, and my brother's family. Dwayne's at home hurting (I miss him!).
:(
I had a lot of hopes for 2013 and I can't be disappointed...I'm not at all where I wanted to be, but I'm not where I was either. If I've learned anything, it's that any progress at all is good progress. My mind and body have healed some...not as much, not completely, but COMPARATIVELY.
My grandpa's in the hospital with pneumonia, again. He called my mom, my aunt and the ambulance late Christmas night, because his head was hurting so bad. We worry about his head ever since his brain tumor last year. But no, they admitted him for pneumonia. His CT looks okay - well, it did after we explained to the tech that Popa was missing a large portion of his cerebellum due to the brain tumor. I swear the tech had written a book about how the CT was inconclusive because no one had thought to give the poor guy my grandpa's history beforehand. So after all the XRays and CTs and bronchio-thingies, he definitely has pneumonia, and they're saying it's OLD pneumonia - meaning he's never gotten over the pneumonia he had in June. And this all does lead back to the brain tumor, because he won't get up and be active anymore. Before the brain tumor, my grandpa looked more like he was 60 than 80. He was in top physical condition, and the only thing that had slowed him down was my grandmother's death the year before. And then he went to the doctor because he was dizzy, and was immediately hospitalized for a massive brain tumor, had two major surgeries, a bout of intensive radiation, and is still here today, 83 years old. The doctors say most people his age would not survive this, but this is my grandpa we're talking about. But now we're here, and he has to get up and moving to get better, and he will not get up. The lack of a cerebellum in his brain makes him dizzy. He has fallen quite a few times. He needs to go slow and use his cane and walker. I know he has never had to use it before, but neither has Dwayne, who is 40 years younger than him! The doctors say walking walking walking will cause Popa's brain to remap around the cerebellum and he will get less dizzy as time goes by. But he's still not doing it. So he won't get up and the pneumonia won't go away and I am so frustrated. My grandmother and my grandfather were perfect soul mates and both stubborn as mules. My grandmother would just worry my grandfather to death until he gave in. My grandfather was more sneaky in his approach to getting my grandmother to do what he wanted, he picked and chose his battles so that when he asked, she said yes. My grandmother would know how to make him get up. So...second year in a row we're spending New Year's at the hospital. Ya-ay?!
This is my mother's purple door. The purple was my idea, I couldn't believe when my mom agreed! I haven't seen another door that color in Louisville. We're cool like that...LOL! Chelsea made the wreath. Isn't it absolutely beautiful?
Day 22 - Sparkly
This is my mom's tree. I love Christmas trees.
Day 23 - Tradition
These are the stairs at my grandpa's house. Those little nutcrackers and snowmen go in those exact spaces every year. We bought the nutcrackers when we lived in Germany, and my grandma made the snowmen. They're all crocheted - she had mad skills like Chelsea, Chelsea inherited her talent from my grandmother.
The framed photo on the bottom right is a picture I took at their farm, and behind the railing on the very upper left you can see a corner of the portrait my grandpa had commissioned of my grandma when they got married.
Day 24 - Wrapped
We celebrate our family Christmas on Christmas Eve, and nearly all the presents were open before I remembered to get a picture of something wrapped. :)
Day 25 - Best Bit Of Your Day
Usually on Christmas Day we go over to my mom's, but she was in bed sick today, so yay!, I got to stay in bed all day. But first, I got up at 6:00 a.m., did stockings, went back to sleep. Then I got up at 8:00 a.m., wandered into the living room, and stared at the tree.
Long story short, I hugged the tree. For a while. We had a moment. Finally, my floor-sleeper cut into our moment and said, "Um, Michelle...why are you hugging the tree?"
Because I felt like it? I had no idea. Then I woke up a little more, and was like, why WAS I hugging the tree?, decided that the Vicodin I took for my headache was the reason, and went back to bed.
Just taking a quick break from the Photo thing to make sure I'm alive...I'm alive, right? The migraines just keep coming, they keep coming. I may get a couple days of relief, sometimes even three or four days, but that's it. I've convinced myself that they're much less worse than they used to be, but on a day like today, I'm not feeling it. I'm just feeling pain. The other day, my mom was telling me about how 'comparatively' lucky she is with her kids...you know, compared to the kids of some people she knows. Meaning, her adult children (me and my brother) aren't felons, alcoholics, drug addicts (that one's iffy), homeless, disrespectful, evil human beings. She couldn't stop there, though! LOL...she had to point out that she's very lucky with us, our only problem is that we're a 'mess'. Well, okay, that's true! But we get it from her, so there!! But I have goals for the new year, I really do. I actually had goals last year, and I don't think I accomplished any of them. Except maybe I went to work more. Yay! I accomplished one thing!!! So here's my goals...some of them are pretty lofty. For me, that is. 2014 Goals: 1. Try to start driving again. 2. Try to go to church again. 3. Try to handle my own money again. 4. No floor-sleepers. 5. Try to go to work every day. 6. Get rid of migraines. 7. Go outside. 8. Try to clean. 9. Go to the supermarket. 10. Go outside some more. 11. Consider going to the supermarket. 12. Play my instruments again. Okay, that's all I can handle right now. I thought of several more but I was getting extremely anxious just writing these down as it was. So ridiculous, some of them. I used to have a life, and now I'm...here. Okay, two more: 13. No self-pity. 14. Really, it was just one more, but I'm a tiny bit superstitious. :) Love y'all. :)
Every time we have an ice storm, there are two willowy trees in front of my apartment that bend completely to the ground with the weight of the ice.
When the ice melts, the trees stand back up.
What looks like Christmas lights up there is actually the setting sun behind me glinting off the branches.
Day 18 - Big
I begged Chelsea to help me with this one.
We decided our kitty was pretty big (!), so Chelsea grabbed her and went and took a picture.
Then we laughed hysterically at the expression on my poor kitty's face.
My cat's big, right?!?!
She was just a kitten when I got her, and then she grew and grew and grew. For YEARS, she kept growing. She's apparently a Maine Coone mix, they're the ones who keep growing and get big and furry like that.
Day 19 - 'Tis The Season To
'Tis the season to GIVE.
Chelsea took this picture for me as well. This is one of our local Angel Trees. Instead of exchanging presents with people who have everything, you can take names from the Angel Tree.
This way your money and time goes toward purchasing clothes and toys for a child who may otherwise not have a Christmas at all.
DONE.
In other news, I'm trying my hardest to make it to January. That's when I get my days back and I can take a day off and just THINK.
The ability to stop time would be so handy. I want that.
I still don't have much to say, because of migraine. I'm just swallowing pills like candy trying to push the pain away. I hope my liver forgives me. At least I don't drink!
I'm honestly at the point where I'm going to go back to peanut butter. If I have a headache anyway, why can't I have the good things in life while I'm suffering?
I just want a Reese's Cup.
Okay, I'm done whining! LOL Just thought I would vent for a minute...if I can't vent here, who can I vent to?!
On an up note, here's Ten Things That Make Me Feel Merry:
1. My kittycat
2. UK basketball (especially when they're MAKING THEIR FREE THROWS)
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