As everyone knows, Thursdays are my FAVORITE days! I went to sleep at 3 this morning. I have been reading Memoirs of a Geisha. I've never seen the movie, and the book is addicting. So don't spoil it for me. I woke up and did mom's hair and checked her homework and we went to therapy. I always sit in the room with her and her therapist and watch and listen. The brain process is really interesting. After her therapy session, we went to Sam's for freaking cheap lunch and I grabbed a few groceries that were on the list (that I left at home of course). Then we went to West Fork so I could pick up my tax assessment return report encyclopedia. hahaha. I don't know what it was. Not important. Then we went home and I unloaded the groceries and realized I needed my kind of milk (soy or almond milk) because I am lactose intolerant and really like cereal especially when I need to lose or maintain weight and I'm going to be in a wedding in September and I need to start eatin my cereal! I also bought an economy pack of cheddar is beddar bratwurst at Sam's today :/ Oops.
Anywho- when I went back to Wal-Mart, I wanted to go to the PG Express as I haven't been yet. But, SOMEONE broke the toilet seat and lid on the bathroom that Mom and I share cough cough and so I had to go to Fayetteville to go to Lowe's to get a toilet seat. Of course, at Lowe's there are 30 different toilet seats and there is no indication to any of their differences. There were 3 men at the end of the aisle shooting the bull while i try out every seat they have. Finally I picked a wooden Kohler for a round toilet. Yay me!
So let's count that as the bad of "The good, the bad, the ugly"
My day was actually really good. I went to Wal-Mart and got a few groceries and for the first time in my life, I didn't get a retarded cart- no squeaks, no bump in the wheel, no stiffness in the turning or snot on the handle. Do you know what I'm talking about? Let's count that as the good. That and the fact that I'm watching an episode of Big Bang Theory that I haven't seen before.
I have a really good couple of days coming up too. Tomorrow night I'm going to a singles barbecue with my friend Kate for her church. I'm going as moral support. Should I wear a shirt that says moral support? or uninterested? I'm serious here. Then Saturday night I'm going to Ashtin's little sister's birthday party/scavenger hunt. Nathan and Robert are planning a bonfire campout at our house... I think I'm just gonna let them do all that work and I'll just make s'mores. Sunday, after church, I have a riding lesson and Monday I have a dress fitting for my bridesmaid dress and then the bachelorette is on later that night.
Ok. I think that's all for now. Except I found a book called "Becoming a Woman of Prayer" and it sounds right up my alley. And it starts on page 13. I'll let you know how that goes.
More thoughts later.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Life is like a game of chess. Long.. boring... and most of us don't really know what the heck we're doing...
A couple of weeks ago, I got an offer from People magazine for 6 free issues. My third came in the mail this week. First of all, Kate Middleton was on the cover. Yes, she's gorgeous and rich and royal. I didn't watch the wedding, I don't know what the big controversy was with her Sister Pippa, and I'm confused why they spell Kate with a "K" when her name is Catherine with a "C". The magazine smells fan-freakin-tastic and I made myself wait and stumble across the little perfume card and to my absolute ASTONISHMENT, the perfume is by Justin Beiber! I know nothing about him really, but I don't really support him or his music or talent or fame, hair, whatever. Him and the Jonas Brothers can go piss in a lake for all I care- those screaming girls give me a headache. Anywho, the magazine went on and I came across the story of Gabrielle Gifford. I read the piece, her tale being quite similar to my mom's. I haven't really kept tabs on her throughout this process- one traumatic story with repeating intricate details is enough. I do know that she was in fact SHOT in the head, but in the same cerebral area as my mom and has had the same frustrations and disabilities that my mom has had. My mom is progressively doing BETTER than Gabrielle is, but like Gabrielle, my mom is "doing better everyday" as the piece is titled.
Admittedly, I cried after reading the page and studying the pictures- before and after. Gabrielle is a beautiful woman. Before her trauma, she was a gorgeous normal woman in her achieving prime- blonde, professional, and in my opinion, "homelike and inviting". She looked like the homeroom mom at school or the mom that takes charge at the soccer meetings. To me, now she looks like a beautiful survivor.
She looks like a woman that beat all odds. A woman that fights everyday for normalcy and sanity and still manages a smile on her beautiful face. She looks like, my mom.
Gabrielle has the same features my mom has had. She has a trach scar from breathing and feeding tubes. One of her eyes is slightly smaller than the other one- hiding behind now necessary glasses. Her hair texture has changed. It's an odd change- almost like coarse, and brittle dead upon dead ends. She also has a wonderful straight smile. In the article, they ask if she wants, will be able to, or is willing to go another term as an Arizona congresswoman. Her and her spokeswoman are kinda vague, but really leaned in the same direction- That's not really what matters right now! Geeze.
This woman escaped death and is still in her 5th month of rehab (shwew!). What's important now is what this woman feels and lives- now who she is and what her life was made up of. I remember before Mom was ever released from anything and people were asking about her scars and abilities and future work and I just wanted to shake them and say She's breathing on her own okay!?
After 2 and a half months of watching tubes and vitals and numbers and liquids and blood drains and hand twitches and blinks and toe jerks, I didn't care if she never put on her own shoes again- she's alive. And we would have chopped off our LIMBS for the payment of that HUGE miracle.
Anywho, just part of the thought process this week. Mom has been following Gabrielle pretty well- it's very interesting to her. In fact, she's reading the article aloud in the kitchen. So far she's commented on her hair cut and the trach scar.
With this blog, I wanted to send along a great recipe that you need to try (if you don't have it already)
Jalp Crescent Pinwheels
-4 oz cream cheese, softened
-1/2 c chopped cooked chicken or ham or canadian bacon
-1/4 c chopped fresh cilantro
-2-3 T. finely chopped green onions.
-2-3T. finely chopped jalp chiles
-1/8 t. salt
- 1 can crescent rolls
1. Heat oven to 375 degrees F. Stir together all ingredients except dough. Set aside.
2. Unroll dough. Separate into 2 long rectangles. Place 1 rectangle on long cutting board, press perforations to seal. Spread half of cream cheese mixture on dough rectangle within 1/2 inch of the edges. Start rolling with one long side, roll up rectangle, press seam to seal. Cut roll into 16 slices.
3. Bake according to package.
These are so yummy. My friend Jennifer Mead's mom made them for a church small group at her house and when they left, I ate the left overs. :)
Also, Handy Housewife Tip of the Day:
If you wrap your huge block of cheese in aluminum foil, it won't mold! How awesome is that?! So buy in bulk and grate your own cheese! Go green- well actually keep away from the green. hahaha.
I've promised Mom for a while that I would document her year of recovery thus far and it should be somewhat simple because I vented/journaled through most of it. It's just such a mindblock- so many things went to CRAP in that time. I dropped out of and failed some classes. A meaningful relationship ended, mom's journey, personal testimony, and me breaking down fast. I'll probably post it as another blog on here just so I don't have to go back and forth with dates. It might just be here's what happened, or it might be more detailed in what I remember and feeling and laalala.
Ok. More thoughts later.
That was long.
Thanks for reading.
Admittedly, I cried after reading the page and studying the pictures- before and after. Gabrielle is a beautiful woman. Before her trauma, she was a gorgeous normal woman in her achieving prime- blonde, professional, and in my opinion, "homelike and inviting". She looked like the homeroom mom at school or the mom that takes charge at the soccer meetings. To me, now she looks like a beautiful survivor.
She looks like a woman that beat all odds. A woman that fights everyday for normalcy and sanity and still manages a smile on her beautiful face. She looks like, my mom.
Gabrielle has the same features my mom has had. She has a trach scar from breathing and feeding tubes. One of her eyes is slightly smaller than the other one- hiding behind now necessary glasses. Her hair texture has changed. It's an odd change- almost like coarse, and brittle dead upon dead ends. She also has a wonderful straight smile. In the article, they ask if she wants, will be able to, or is willing to go another term as an Arizona congresswoman. Her and her spokeswoman are kinda vague, but really leaned in the same direction- That's not really what matters right now! Geeze.
This woman escaped death and is still in her 5th month of rehab (shwew!). What's important now is what this woman feels and lives- now who she is and what her life was made up of. I remember before Mom was ever released from anything and people were asking about her scars and abilities and future work and I just wanted to shake them and say She's breathing on her own okay!?
After 2 and a half months of watching tubes and vitals and numbers and liquids and blood drains and hand twitches and blinks and toe jerks, I didn't care if she never put on her own shoes again- she's alive. And we would have chopped off our LIMBS for the payment of that HUGE miracle.
Anywho, just part of the thought process this week. Mom has been following Gabrielle pretty well- it's very interesting to her. In fact, she's reading the article aloud in the kitchen. So far she's commented on her hair cut and the trach scar.
With this blog, I wanted to send along a great recipe that you need to try (if you don't have it already)
Jalp Crescent Pinwheels
-4 oz cream cheese, softened
-1/2 c chopped cooked chicken or ham or canadian bacon
-1/4 c chopped fresh cilantro
-2-3 T. finely chopped green onions.
-2-3T. finely chopped jalp chiles
-1/8 t. salt
- 1 can crescent rolls
1. Heat oven to 375 degrees F. Stir together all ingredients except dough. Set aside.
2. Unroll dough. Separate into 2 long rectangles. Place 1 rectangle on long cutting board, press perforations to seal. Spread half of cream cheese mixture on dough rectangle within 1/2 inch of the edges. Start rolling with one long side, roll up rectangle, press seam to seal. Cut roll into 16 slices.
3. Bake according to package.
These are so yummy. My friend Jennifer Mead's mom made them for a church small group at her house and when they left, I ate the left overs. :)
Also, Handy Housewife Tip of the Day:
If you wrap your huge block of cheese in aluminum foil, it won't mold! How awesome is that?! So buy in bulk and grate your own cheese! Go green- well actually keep away from the green. hahaha.
I've promised Mom for a while that I would document her year of recovery thus far and it should be somewhat simple because I vented/journaled through most of it. It's just such a mindblock- so many things went to CRAP in that time. I dropped out of and failed some classes. A meaningful relationship ended, mom's journey, personal testimony, and me breaking down fast. I'll probably post it as another blog on here just so I don't have to go back and forth with dates. It might just be here's what happened, or it might be more detailed in what I remember and feeling and laalala.
Ok. More thoughts later.
That was long.
Thanks for reading.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Cranky
Fair warning- I'm cranky today. I think my whole life my enclosed family has thought that I was prissy and cranky because my dad and brother can endure anything in rural life and I'm a pansy- or don't like to rough it if I'm not ready. Now, mind you, I have always thought that I would thrive in Laura Ingalls Wilder times. I would love to cook by woodstove, haul water in from a well, feed chickens and sheep of a morning and take turns stocking the fire at night. But lately, I've been downright cantankerous about my modern life. I don't know if it just sucks or if I just complain too much. Ummm actually probably both, but I don't know which people more see. Maybe you can judge. I will just start with some things at the top of my head. Now, a disclaimer, I'm pretty mean and stubborn and like things done MY way. Who doesn't? I almost always get what I want -for myself- it's for me, why not have it MY way? So I'll vent about our laundry situation: I was talking to my Aunt Patty after church today about how all my dad wanted for Father's Day plans was to catch up on laundry. This is a joke. If you've been following me and my personal life, you know that I absolutely LOVE doing laundry. This is not sarcasm. I love it. I love sorting it, washing it, hanging it up to dry (what we do to save money at the farm) or put it in the dryer so it comes out nice and fluffy (towels and the such), folding, hanging up, ironing, whatever. I love to do laundry. I've loved to do laundry for as long as I can remember. ( I don't MIND doing dishes as long as I don't have to unload the dishwasher, and I haven't been in a situation in a while where I have to handwash the dishes so we won't get into that now). My dad has done the laundry at this house for years. Like I was starting high school maybe even before that, that long ago. He kinda washes everything weird. It doesn't matter if the tshirts and jeans wash and dry together to him- he likes blue underwear and blue shirts. It's kinda like accidentally washing a red sock with your whites only worse. He doesn't use bleach or fabric softener but here is the WORST part: he lets the "clean" laundry set in the basket outside the machines for days in turn or when he gets a chance to be put in the dryer or hung up. THEY MILDEW. or they smell like they've mildewed, and my dad, 60 years old this year, cannot smell this. He can smell my scentsy when he walks in the room to the point where he coughs and throws a fit and if you spray air freshener after you use the restroom, he usually has to leave the area, and candles are just torture devices to him, but he can't smell the MILDEW in the towels. THEN he dries them. yes. dries them after they've mildewed. And he doesn't care that when you dry off after a shower with a mildewed towel that you now smell like mildew- he CANNOT smell. My eye is actually twitching over this right now. Needless to say, I do my own laundry and have since i was like 9. Over the past couple of years, mom has started doing her own laundry but in the past year, dad has done all the laundry (don't get me wrong we love that he does stuff for our family and helps around the house) and so now mom is like, umm now that Amber is here, let's rewash all the laundry. Dad hasn't stopped doing the laundry though. He won't stop either and it's starting to be like when your 4 year old helps fold the towels and they are just haphazard and unpresentable and you refold them? (Wink wink Ashtin) and so we just let Dad "do laundry" . So that is a Major frustration in my daily life. It sucks living with this smell in your house.
Did I mention it's 87 degrees in this house right now? :)
And I'm sweating in places women DO NOT have sweat glands :)
And that my hair sweats when I'm just sitting down and I haven't slept under a sheet or covers in 3 weeks and I have to sleep with my door shut because Hugo wanders the house at night and wakes Dad up if he even steps on a paper? :)
It makes me soooo frustrated. I was trying to get ready to go out last night (the first time in a couple weeks) to see my friends, and I couldn't put my skirt on because I was sweating so bad so I had to put it on over my head so I could pull it and the sweat down? I left in a huff and did my hair and makeup in the Walgreens parking lot. This is not a joke.
This morning I woke up and nothing in my closet was acceptable. Too hot to wear anything and I almost wore sleep shorts and a tank top, but I didn't. That wasn't a big thing. I did my hair and makeup in the church parking lot this morning. Then after church, I wanted greasy, cheap Chinese food from the mall- you know the stuff. It's all one color so it's got to be good right? That's my philosophy on food by the way. Fried chicken, sauteed squash, mashed potatoes, and a yeast roll- are all in the same slice of the color wheel. So they've got to be good and good together. Anyway, my parents wanted Panda from Springdale ( I used to throw a FIT over eating there as a teenager because it's gross buffet food and gross people that don't watch their children while they wipe their nose and then dig into the fried rice and jump in front of you and don't say sorry or excuse me-another reason i don't like to eat at Golden Corral or Cici's pizza amiright?) and so to save gas, I rode with them (we take separate vehicles because they go to Sunday school and I meet them for church) and I swear, my dad's deodorant filllled the little car and my brother jerked the steering wheel back and forth between the dotted and solid lines more than I could count. Gives me a headache right? Just what I need before loading up on MSG. Am I complaining too much? Is this annoying? Lemme know. Also, the air in the CRV doesn't really work well bc the energy is focused on the motor, not the lights and accessories.
Anyway-I could not wait to get home. I took ib profeun. Rubbed an embarassing amount of icy hott on my back and shoulders, checked my prescription for Xanax, and layed down and popped in a movie that somehow drowned out the war movie that my dad and brother were watching on volume 70 in the living room. Shouting and guns and slander! Who wouldn't want to hear that?!
Maybe I should buy a stun gun.
So, I'm curiously interested, do you think I am justified in being annoyed?
Or do I need to toughen and shut up?
Also, this, along with most of my posts in the past ohhh 21 years are man bashing. I don't hate my male family-obviously... they just drive me a little town south of nuts most days.
I'm sure I'll have all male children to compensate for this- don't worry.
I'm very appreciative of my dad's dedication and compassion to this family especially over the past year, and I know that things could be A LOTTTT worse. I'm very grateful that he has lived up to his better or worse vows and that he's been very caring and sensitive as best he can towards my wonderful mother.
He's never raised a hand to us, and showed love the best way he could. He never smoked or even drank in front of me until I was legal enough to drink myself. He's been loyal to his wife and family. He hates my cat, but so do lots of people (Oh I know who you are)... and so Happy Father's Day to him. Sorry I'm lame about being a daughter, but sometimes, June 19th is really just a Sunday.
So more thoughts later.
I'd like to hear yours now.>>>> GO!
Did I mention it's 87 degrees in this house right now? :)
And I'm sweating in places women DO NOT have sweat glands :)
And that my hair sweats when I'm just sitting down and I haven't slept under a sheet or covers in 3 weeks and I have to sleep with my door shut because Hugo wanders the house at night and wakes Dad up if he even steps on a paper? :)
It makes me soooo frustrated. I was trying to get ready to go out last night (the first time in a couple weeks) to see my friends, and I couldn't put my skirt on because I was sweating so bad so I had to put it on over my head so I could pull it and the sweat down? I left in a huff and did my hair and makeup in the Walgreens parking lot. This is not a joke.
This morning I woke up and nothing in my closet was acceptable. Too hot to wear anything and I almost wore sleep shorts and a tank top, but I didn't. That wasn't a big thing. I did my hair and makeup in the church parking lot this morning. Then after church, I wanted greasy, cheap Chinese food from the mall- you know the stuff. It's all one color so it's got to be good right? That's my philosophy on food by the way. Fried chicken, sauteed squash, mashed potatoes, and a yeast roll- are all in the same slice of the color wheel. So they've got to be good and good together. Anyway, my parents wanted Panda from Springdale ( I used to throw a FIT over eating there as a teenager because it's gross buffet food and gross people that don't watch their children while they wipe their nose and then dig into the fried rice and jump in front of you and don't say sorry or excuse me-another reason i don't like to eat at Golden Corral or Cici's pizza amiright?) and so to save gas, I rode with them (we take separate vehicles because they go to Sunday school and I meet them for church) and I swear, my dad's deodorant filllled the little car and my brother jerked the steering wheel back and forth between the dotted and solid lines more than I could count. Gives me a headache right? Just what I need before loading up on MSG. Am I complaining too much? Is this annoying? Lemme know. Also, the air in the CRV doesn't really work well bc the energy is focused on the motor, not the lights and accessories.
Anyway-I could not wait to get home. I took ib profeun. Rubbed an embarassing amount of icy hott on my back and shoulders, checked my prescription for Xanax, and layed down and popped in a movie that somehow drowned out the war movie that my dad and brother were watching on volume 70 in the living room. Shouting and guns and slander! Who wouldn't want to hear that?!
Maybe I should buy a stun gun.
So, I'm curiously interested, do you think I am justified in being annoyed?
Or do I need to toughen and shut up?
Also, this, along with most of my posts in the past ohhh 21 years are man bashing. I don't hate my male family-obviously... they just drive me a little town south of nuts most days.
I'm sure I'll have all male children to compensate for this- don't worry.
I'm very appreciative of my dad's dedication and compassion to this family especially over the past year, and I know that things could be A LOTTTT worse. I'm very grateful that he has lived up to his better or worse vows and that he's been very caring and sensitive as best he can towards my wonderful mother.
He's never raised a hand to us, and showed love the best way he could. He never smoked or even drank in front of me until I was legal enough to drink myself. He's been loyal to his wife and family. He hates my cat, but so do lots of people (Oh I know who you are)... and so Happy Father's Day to him. Sorry I'm lame about being a daughter, but sometimes, June 19th is really just a Sunday.
So more thoughts later.
I'd like to hear yours now.>>>> GO!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
The Cold Part
Currently listening to The Cold Part by Modest Mouse. Epic Song. I encourage you to listen along. ;)
6-16-11 3:53am
I'm awake on purpose. In a few hours I want to go apply at a coffeehouse in Springdale for a full time barista. I drank coffee before I went to bed. It's kept me awake. So I haven't really journaled in a while. I guess I've been busy and haven't had a lot that I wanted to write down. Dad chose surgery for his prostate cancer. He went to the doc today, he meets with the surgeon in about 2 weeks and will have surgery in about 12 weeks. My dad WILL BE a THREE TIME CANCER SURVIVOR. He had colon cancer when I was in the third grade (8 years old) and he's had numerous skin cancer spots taken off his face and ears over the past years. Robert had some worrisome abdominal issues but the diagnostic clinic assured him it's not a big deal and so he's back and running. It is always something around here. :/
I woke up super early this morning from a HORRIBLE dream. Horrible things kept happening to me and the people in my dream until I figured out a solution to a riddle or something. My hands were absolutely numb when I woke up. Mom woke me up later. She was standing in my doorway crying. She was trying to figure out and remember what she had done wrong. She thought she had killed someone or something and this was punishment. I told her this wasn't punishment and that this was a second cahnge because she almost died. Then she asked if we were hiding something from her like a brain tumor. I told her no and that we've never kept anything from her. Sometimes after a stressful day or a restless night of sleep, she wakes up so confused and down in the dumps. She's foggy and stressed and frustrated about the changes in her body since her accident.She doesn't have these episodes a lot and they've been less severe and frequent since I moved home. Not saying that contributes. It just helps. Sometimes she gets really really upset adn her mood changes drastically- she gets mean and bitter. Not my mom at all. Dad heard her crying and she asked him what she did to cause everyone pain. Dad told her no one was in pain. So he had her eat breakfast and take her morning pill that basically keeps her awake and helps her to stay focused.
He got her out of the house later. When they got home, she sat in the kitchen with me and talked while I made dinner. I just made a simple salad and spaghetti but she enjoyed feeding Hugo lettuce. We refer to her as Hugo's Gammy. :)
She'll say, come sit with Gammy. She's going to go nuts when we finally have grandchildren around here ;)
My cat is crazy. He loves broccoli leaves, bananas, lettuce, and potato peels. After dinner, I made up a batch of sloppy joes to eat on this week and helped Mom clean up the kitchen. Right before we all settled in to sleep, she fell somehow- immediateley called out that she was fine. I actually thought Hugo knocked something over. Dad rushed in and hugged her and just closed his eyes- you could tell it really scared him.
In my lateness and being awake, I reorganized my books and did all of my ironing and some organizing while watching HP7 Pt1.
I'm really excited about today. It's going to be a good day. I can feel it. (This may be the caffeine talking)
More thoughts later.
-Later. Actually about 7pm
Today was great!
After running to Springdale, I went to Wal-Mart to drop off some film- do people still do that!? Ha! Then I got caught in the rain and ended up just taking off my shoes to run through the parking lot to get to my car. Then I was CRAVING donuts! I haven't actively had a donut since like.... my 21st birthday when I had whiskey and donuts. I got 2 dozen donut holes from Bradley's donuts in Farmington and had one dozen ate before the next stoplight. Hehe. When I got home, I slept! Ha! Bc I haven't been to bed yet... I slept about 6 hours. Horrible nightmares again! Maybe from having sugar in my system before sleeping. Oops.
It's Thursday and Thursday is my favorite day! I woke up and had cheddar beddar brautwursts and watermelon and homemade sweet tea. Now I'm blogging and watching Wheel of Fortune (One of my favorites) and listening to Modest Mouse and Robert's on a date and my parents went to a friends house and (shouldn't that be backwards) and I'm going to watch BIG BANG THEORY!!! And probably find something chocolate to eat. I swear, if I had cable and dvr, I would dvr gameshows and stupid shows. I am a nerd. I know.
Well. More thoughts later.
To leave you with something uber positive:
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE TO THE ONE WHO BELIEVES. -Mark 9:23
6-16-11 3:53am
I'm awake on purpose. In a few hours I want to go apply at a coffeehouse in Springdale for a full time barista. I drank coffee before I went to bed. It's kept me awake. So I haven't really journaled in a while. I guess I've been busy and haven't had a lot that I wanted to write down. Dad chose surgery for his prostate cancer. He went to the doc today, he meets with the surgeon in about 2 weeks and will have surgery in about 12 weeks. My dad WILL BE a THREE TIME CANCER SURVIVOR. He had colon cancer when I was in the third grade (8 years old) and he's had numerous skin cancer spots taken off his face and ears over the past years. Robert had some worrisome abdominal issues but the diagnostic clinic assured him it's not a big deal and so he's back and running. It is always something around here. :/
I woke up super early this morning from a HORRIBLE dream. Horrible things kept happening to me and the people in my dream until I figured out a solution to a riddle or something. My hands were absolutely numb when I woke up. Mom woke me up later. She was standing in my doorway crying. She was trying to figure out and remember what she had done wrong. She thought she had killed someone or something and this was punishment. I told her this wasn't punishment and that this was a second cahnge because she almost died. Then she asked if we were hiding something from her like a brain tumor. I told her no and that we've never kept anything from her. Sometimes after a stressful day or a restless night of sleep, she wakes up so confused and down in the dumps. She's foggy and stressed and frustrated about the changes in her body since her accident.She doesn't have these episodes a lot and they've been less severe and frequent since I moved home. Not saying that contributes. It just helps. Sometimes she gets really really upset adn her mood changes drastically- she gets mean and bitter. Not my mom at all. Dad heard her crying and she asked him what she did to cause everyone pain. Dad told her no one was in pain. So he had her eat breakfast and take her morning pill that basically keeps her awake and helps her to stay focused.
He got her out of the house later. When they got home, she sat in the kitchen with me and talked while I made dinner. I just made a simple salad and spaghetti but she enjoyed feeding Hugo lettuce. We refer to her as Hugo's Gammy. :)
She'll say, come sit with Gammy. She's going to go nuts when we finally have grandchildren around here ;)
My cat is crazy. He loves broccoli leaves, bananas, lettuce, and potato peels. After dinner, I made up a batch of sloppy joes to eat on this week and helped Mom clean up the kitchen. Right before we all settled in to sleep, she fell somehow- immediateley called out that she was fine. I actually thought Hugo knocked something over. Dad rushed in and hugged her and just closed his eyes- you could tell it really scared him.
In my lateness and being awake, I reorganized my books and did all of my ironing and some organizing while watching HP7 Pt1.
I'm really excited about today. It's going to be a good day. I can feel it. (This may be the caffeine talking)
More thoughts later.
-Later. Actually about 7pm
Today was great!
After running to Springdale, I went to Wal-Mart to drop off some film- do people still do that!? Ha! Then I got caught in the rain and ended up just taking off my shoes to run through the parking lot to get to my car. Then I was CRAVING donuts! I haven't actively had a donut since like.... my 21st birthday when I had whiskey and donuts. I got 2 dozen donut holes from Bradley's donuts in Farmington and had one dozen ate before the next stoplight. Hehe. When I got home, I slept! Ha! Bc I haven't been to bed yet... I slept about 6 hours. Horrible nightmares again! Maybe from having sugar in my system before sleeping. Oops.
It's Thursday and Thursday is my favorite day! I woke up and had cheddar beddar brautwursts and watermelon and homemade sweet tea. Now I'm blogging and watching Wheel of Fortune (One of my favorites) and listening to Modest Mouse and Robert's on a date and my parents went to a friends house and (shouldn't that be backwards) and I'm going to watch BIG BANG THEORY!!! And probably find something chocolate to eat. I swear, if I had cable and dvr, I would dvr gameshows and stupid shows. I am a nerd. I know.
Well. More thoughts later.
To leave you with something uber positive:
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE TO THE ONE WHO BELIEVES. -Mark 9:23
10' Silliness
I don't like cars and I don't like trains.
And when it comes to you, there's nothing but pain.
I don't like whiskey and I don't like singin.
And when it comes to you, my head is always spinnin.
I don't like your music and I don't like babies.
And when it comes to you, I should've stopped at maybe.
I don't like your family or playin cards.
And when it comes to you, it shouldn't be this hard.
I don't like kittens or sandy moonlit walks.
And when it comes to you, you forget how to talk.
I don't like your friends or sunsets by bonfire.
And when it comes to you, baby you were just a liar.
I don't like pictures or playin pool.
And when it comes to you, I see who was the fool.
I don't like bike rides or bein true.
And I didn't like you.
And when it comes to you, there's nothing but pain.
I don't like whiskey and I don't like singin.
And when it comes to you, my head is always spinnin.
I don't like your music and I don't like babies.
And when it comes to you, I should've stopped at maybe.
I don't like your family or playin cards.
And when it comes to you, it shouldn't be this hard.
I don't like kittens or sandy moonlit walks.
And when it comes to you, you forget how to talk.
I don't like your friends or sunsets by bonfire.
And when it comes to you, baby you were just a liar.
I don't like pictures or playin pool.
And when it comes to you, I see who was the fool.
I don't like bike rides or bein true.
And I didn't like you.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Gravity
Holy cow pies. I can't believe I haven't been on an actual computer in a week to post. I guess we have been busy?? I swear, around here, I feel like we do nothing all day, or everything we do takes forever and before you know it, it's way past bed time. So today is one of my favorite days of the year strictly because it is the 13th. I love the number 13. Anywho, on the 15th, Dad goes back to his Urologist and I think he has made a decision to have the surgery. There are different types of that and I haven't been too invasive on what kind he wants to have. I'm his daughter and it's a little weird to talk about my dad's body parts even in family meetings much worse in the Internet. Yuck. Anywho, I think he is doing better. We got two parts of the field's hay done before the rain came in and I'm happy to say that I helped! I haven't been on a tractor since I was a double digit age and although I remember how to drive one, I can definitely say that it was way different than Jason's Diesel Jetta on the way to Florida and back. I did get a little sun, but no burn, and I'm still in the skin classification of albino. I moved hay bales on the back bar point of the tractor. I am a weakling and so to shift the tractor into reverse to pick up the bales, I would have to jerk the shifter forward and my left arm would slam into the huge metal steering wheel. Ya. I have a nice egg sized green and yellow bruise that has some raspberry flakes coming out of it because I did this for a few days and I'm sure that I have a busted blood vessel or my arm has a disease now and will be falling off shortly. I'm not too worried. Also, the bruise on my left foot from the horse stepping on it has heeled pretty much. It's a little sore to the touch but it hasn't affected my walking. I did manage to take a 3inch slice out of my leg shaving in the shower that bled and bled and bled and that concludes Amber's injuries of the week.
It's still hot around here. We still don't have air conditioning and you can definitely tell the slightest degree change at night. My mother is so cold blooded, she still wears her knee high socks under all her jeans, but if she's happy, I'm happy.
In the mornings we walk up and down our long gravel driveway and then sometime in the afternoon we end up in the front yard soaking up the breezes. I usually lay out and she usually stays on the sidewalk in a chair. Both of us have puzzle books or recently we have been coloring!! It's a nice way to spend time together and get out of the hottness and frustrations of the house.
I'm very proud of Mom's improvement. She has been doing extra homework on the side. Recently, I've been making up new homework for her. Like this week in therapy, they are practicing making phone calls. So they do some worksheets and then she looks up a number in the phonebook for a local business and calls and inquires about their hours and then our therapist makes up some questions about it like if she gets off at 7pm, can she make it to Westwood Gardens on Wedington on Thursday? The answer is no btw, because they close at 6. I think.? Anywho- I try to make up some extra homework for her to challenge her and it was going really well until we had an old phone book, her cell phone went dead, and then the theater I had her call didn't have the movie I asked her to look up times for. I tried though ok? I tried.
My best guy friend Tyler went to Bonnaroo this past week! I was supposed to go with him, but due to money issues, I ended up selling my ticket to his roommate. They got into a gnarly wreck on the way down there (Tennessee) and ended up renting a rental car and then it was morbidly hot and they were camping and they just got home blahblahblah. But!- Tyler did send me two voicemails of two of my favorite bands playing live. Love that kid.
I think men are going to be the death of me. I have been fighting with my Mister since oh ya know- like February. I've spent an hour with him since February. He's a turd, but I'm pretty mean too. You don't need to know much about that.
But, after church and lunch yesterday, Dad said that our gameplan was to go home and clean on the house since we have been rampant busy with therapies, and grocery shopping and hay and blaaaah. And so we all get home- I get started back in my part of the house with sorting laundry and clearing paths (yes paths of junk) to vacuum around and I make it back to the utility room and what are Robert and Dad doing? Watchin a movie with their shirts and socks off. What the crap!? Boys are crazy. There is no I in we. Or team. But there is an I in I fell for that.
I know I'm not making much sense. Sorry.
Robert passed me a note yesterday in church that said " I recieved the Arkansas Challenge Scholarship." (The lottery money scholarship that many students are finally benefiting from) My response: " You spelled "received" incorrectly". He told me to shut up.
Oh boys. I think I'm gonna go enjoy some more breezes.
More thoughts later.
It's still hot around here. We still don't have air conditioning and you can definitely tell the slightest degree change at night. My mother is so cold blooded, she still wears her knee high socks under all her jeans, but if she's happy, I'm happy.
In the mornings we walk up and down our long gravel driveway and then sometime in the afternoon we end up in the front yard soaking up the breezes. I usually lay out and she usually stays on the sidewalk in a chair. Both of us have puzzle books or recently we have been coloring!! It's a nice way to spend time together and get out of the hottness and frustrations of the house.
I'm very proud of Mom's improvement. She has been doing extra homework on the side. Recently, I've been making up new homework for her. Like this week in therapy, they are practicing making phone calls. So they do some worksheets and then she looks up a number in the phonebook for a local business and calls and inquires about their hours and then our therapist makes up some questions about it like if she gets off at 7pm, can she make it to Westwood Gardens on Wedington on Thursday? The answer is no btw, because they close at 6. I think.? Anywho- I try to make up some extra homework for her to challenge her and it was going really well until we had an old phone book, her cell phone went dead, and then the theater I had her call didn't have the movie I asked her to look up times for. I tried though ok? I tried.
My best guy friend Tyler went to Bonnaroo this past week! I was supposed to go with him, but due to money issues, I ended up selling my ticket to his roommate. They got into a gnarly wreck on the way down there (Tennessee) and ended up renting a rental car and then it was morbidly hot and they were camping and they just got home blahblahblah. But!- Tyler did send me two voicemails of two of my favorite bands playing live. Love that kid.
I think men are going to be the death of me. I have been fighting with my Mister since oh ya know- like February. I've spent an hour with him since February. He's a turd, but I'm pretty mean too. You don't need to know much about that.
But, after church and lunch yesterday, Dad said that our gameplan was to go home and clean on the house since we have been rampant busy with therapies, and grocery shopping and hay and blaaaah. And so we all get home- I get started back in my part of the house with sorting laundry and clearing paths (yes paths of junk) to vacuum around and I make it back to the utility room and what are Robert and Dad doing? Watchin a movie with their shirts and socks off. What the crap!? Boys are crazy. There is no I in we. Or team. But there is an I in I fell for that.
I know I'm not making much sense. Sorry.
Robert passed me a note yesterday in church that said " I recieved the Arkansas Challenge Scholarship." (The lottery money scholarship that many students are finally benefiting from) My response: " You spelled "received" incorrectly". He told me to shut up.
Oh boys. I think I'm gonna go enjoy some more breezes.
More thoughts later.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Well all that icing and all taht cake, I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake.
The Shoelace, copyright Charles Bukowski, 1972
a woman, a
tire that’s flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
fears that hold so still
you can study them
like pieces on a
chessboard…
it’s not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse…
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left …
The dread of life
is that swarm of trivialities
that can kill quicker than cancer
and which are always there -
license plates or taxes
or expired driver’s license,
or hiring or firing,
doing it or having it done to you, or
roaches or flies or a
broken hook on a
screen, or out of gas
or too much gas,
the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,
the president doesn’t care and the governor’s
crazy.
light switch broken, mattress like a
porcupine;
$105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
sears roebuck;
and the phone bill’s up and the market’s
down
and the toilet chain is
broken,
and the light has burned out -
the hall light, the front light, the back light,
the inner light; it’s
darker than hell
and twice as
expensive.
then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails
and people who insist they’re
your friends;
there’s always that and worse;
leaky faucet, christ and christmas;
blue salami, 9 day rains,
50 cent avocados
and purple
liverwurst.
or making it
as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,
or as an emptier of
bedpans,
or as a carwash or a busboy
or a stealer of old lady’s purses
leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
with broken arms at the age of 80.
suddenly
2 red lights in your rear view mirror
and blood in your
underwear;
toothache, and $979 for a bridge
$300 for a gold
tooth,
and china and russia and america, and
long hair and short hair and no
hair, and beards and no
faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
pot, except maybe one to piss in
and the other one around your
gut.
with each broken shoelace
out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
one man, one woman, one
thing
enters a
madhouse.
so be careful
when you
bend over
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37Z9KpPNun8
Bukowski- Modest Mouse
This has nothing pertaining to the Poem, other than they are both including "Bukowski"
a woman, a
tire that’s flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
fears that hold so still
you can study them
like pieces on a
chessboard…
it’s not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse…
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left …
The dread of life
is that swarm of trivialities
that can kill quicker than cancer
and which are always there -
license plates or taxes
or expired driver’s license,
or hiring or firing,
doing it or having it done to you, or
roaches or flies or a
broken hook on a
screen, or out of gas
or too much gas,
the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,
the president doesn’t care and the governor’s
crazy.
light switch broken, mattress like a
porcupine;
$105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
sears roebuck;
and the phone bill’s up and the market’s
down
and the toilet chain is
broken,
and the light has burned out -
the hall light, the front light, the back light,
the inner light; it’s
darker than hell
and twice as
expensive.
then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails
and people who insist they’re
your friends;
there’s always that and worse;
leaky faucet, christ and christmas;
blue salami, 9 day rains,
50 cent avocados
and purple
liverwurst.
or making it
as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,
or as an emptier of
bedpans,
or as a carwash or a busboy
or a stealer of old lady’s purses
leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
with broken arms at the age of 80.
suddenly
2 red lights in your rear view mirror
and blood in your
underwear;
toothache, and $979 for a bridge
$300 for a gold
tooth,
and china and russia and america, and
long hair and short hair and no
hair, and beards and no
faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
pot, except maybe one to piss in
and the other one around your
gut.
with each broken shoelace
out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
one man, one woman, one
thing
enters a
madhouse.
so be careful
when you
bend over
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37Z9KpPNun8
Bukowski- Modest Mouse
This has nothing pertaining to the Poem, other than they are both including "Bukowski"
The most precious posession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.
June 1st
Get out of my head. Get out of my heart. Get out of my life. Get out of my dreams. Get out of my hope. Get out of my soul. Get out of my prayers. Get out of me.
Please.
I'm begging.
Get out of my head. Get out of my heart. Get out of my life. Get out of my dreams. Get out of my hope. Get out of my soul. Get out of my prayers. Get out of me.
Please.
I'm begging.
Friday, June 3, 2011
A Million Little Pieces (Warning: PG-17 Rating and Irrelevant)
I've recently read most of "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. I know it's not really Oprah's favorite anymore, but Oprah isn't my favorite. I had to stop like 45 pages to the end because it was getting so dark and depressing and I had read the epilogue and after something happens, and it can't be changed, it doesn't really matter how it happened anymore. Idk. It's still in my floor with a bookmark in it taunting me. Sidenote: Why in the world do people BUY bookmarks? Anywho, it's not secret that after Mom's whole ordeal, I have had depression and anxiety issues myself. I'm still being treated for them to this day, and sometimes the issues flare up, and let's just say I met my $2,000 medical insurance deductible before Valentine's Day. So being able to relate a little to James in his fictitious standing, I highlighted the passages I liked, and want to share them now with you, as you may never ever read the book. And unless you are used to dealing and handling dark matter (not the physics matter stuff) -iiiiit's not really a book I would personally recommend. So lo and behold, here we go: (Warning: The language is rough. Real rough. Backseat of the school bus ROUGH.) I'll edit it as much as I can, as I know several of my Last Name Sakes are reading.
1) "I'd a shot that Motherf-ers **** off and served it to his Momma on a sandwich." Ha. ok that one really made me laugh.
I love this paragraph about dignity. It's persuasive and makes me want to believe it myself. He could be right.
2) " I know a bit about the loss of dignity. I know that when you take away a man's dignity there is a hole, a deep black hole filled with despair, humiliation and self-hatred, filled with emptiness, shame, and disgrace, filled with loss and isolation and Hell. It's a deep, dark, horrible f-ing hole, and that hole is where people like me live our sad-as$, f-ed up, dignity-free, inhuman lives, and where we die, alone, miserable, wasted, and forgotten."
3) "Open mind, empty mind. I wonder if they're the same thing."
4)"The loss inhabits, fills and overwhelms me. It is the loss of a childhood of being a Teenager of normalcy of happiness of love of trust of reason of God of Family of friends of future of potential of dignity of humanity of sanity of myself of everything everything everything. I lost everything and I am lost reduced to a mass of mourning, sadness, grief, anguish, and heartache. I am lost. I have lost. Everything. Everything."
5)"If the book goes in the trash, I want it to go because of my thoughts on it, not because of some A-hole's thoughts who wrote the Introduction."
6) "The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone" (That may be my favorite line)
7)"They say don't compare or compete simply be yourself. The say fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill, keep sharpening your knife and it will dull. They say chase after money and your heart will never unclench. Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner."
8) "If you do get caught, do it again."
That's all I've copied from the book since I stopped. I like all the purposeful capitalization of words when they were not meant to be grammatically. Frey does this, I think, to emphasize the importance of these nouns.
1) "I'd a shot that Motherf-ers **** off and served it to his Momma on a sandwich." Ha. ok that one really made me laugh.
I love this paragraph about dignity. It's persuasive and makes me want to believe it myself. He could be right.
2) " I know a bit about the loss of dignity. I know that when you take away a man's dignity there is a hole, a deep black hole filled with despair, humiliation and self-hatred, filled with emptiness, shame, and disgrace, filled with loss and isolation and Hell. It's a deep, dark, horrible f-ing hole, and that hole is where people like me live our sad-as$, f-ed up, dignity-free, inhuman lives, and where we die, alone, miserable, wasted, and forgotten."
3) "Open mind, empty mind. I wonder if they're the same thing."
4)"The loss inhabits, fills and overwhelms me. It is the loss of a childhood of being a Teenager of normalcy of happiness of love of trust of reason of God of Family of friends of future of potential of dignity of humanity of sanity of myself of everything everything everything. I lost everything and I am lost reduced to a mass of mourning, sadness, grief, anguish, and heartache. I am lost. I have lost. Everything. Everything."
5)"If the book goes in the trash, I want it to go because of my thoughts on it, not because of some A-hole's thoughts who wrote the Introduction."
6) "The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone" (That may be my favorite line)
7)"They say don't compare or compete simply be yourself. The say fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill, keep sharpening your knife and it will dull. They say chase after money and your heart will never unclench. Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner."
8) "If you do get caught, do it again."
That's all I've copied from the book since I stopped. I like all the purposeful capitalization of words when they were not meant to be grammatically. Frey does this, I think, to emphasize the importance of these nouns.
June 3rd- There's Always a Dark Side to Whatever I Cook
So tomorrow is my precious mom's 53rd Birthday!!!
So I've been thinking about this for a while, and I think that recycling should be a law...
It would be if I were in charge. I read something funny today that said if you manage to not eat any of your fries from the drivethru to home, then you deserve to be president. I tooootally agree with that.
But think about it: First of all, that would be creating jobs for lots of people. The people that pick it up would have to increase. The plant size would have to increase creating jobs there and for the construction of it, and so on and so forth. Secondly, as you recycle materials, the cost of material production should go down for the company and then you as a consumer/purchaser should be able to reap the benefits of lower costs too! Pollution goes down, global warming goes down, the ozone layer is not constantly drilled into. Think about what you throw away on a daily basis. Pizza boxes, cereal boxes, milk containers, Dr. Pepper cans and bottles. Aluminum foil, batteries, paper, paper plates, styrofoam. I'm sure if you've ever cleaned out your car too, you know exactly the variety of things that could be recycled. They end up in the car wash dump. And then they end up in a landfill and the state is purchasing precious land to dig deeper to bury soiled diapers and coke bottles. Woot. Plus, if I were in charge, not only would it be a law (and it would be enforced and someone would be hired to check on such things by some software that if they bought 6 cases of Diet Coke from Sam's Club -ok I'm even guilty of that- that they should have to recycle at least 98% of that. mmmk? ) - you could reap some tax back/monetary gain for recycling. Also, if you recycle metal, tires, oil, big cha ching ok? But I can't not eat those scorching hot fries before I get 4 stoplights from home. Especially Chic-fil-A fries. So I can't be president. :(
I love going to bed. When I go to bed, I feel like a fancy editor or an architect. I'm all propped up with 5 pillows, my tv on, the remotes buried beneath the sheets, my clipboard and journal always displaying its importance in my bed time routine. I always have multiple books, magazines, news articles open. My planner is open. My prayer journal always has a pen sticking out of it. I need a basket for all these things. But then I would end up going to bed hugging a laundry basket of stationery. I filter through what I can and when I finally am able to doze off, usually at 4 am, I curl up into a weird running fetal position and my knees push all the junk to the side so I can sleep. Sometimes Hugo and I are startled when we roll over a stack of papers. Anywho....
It is hotter than a firecracker in hell in this house. I am literally in soffee shorts and my shirt constantly being tugged at. All the fans are on in the house, but my kneecaps are sweating y'all. Ok? MY KNEECAPS ARE SWEATING. i woke up at noon today and I am already drenched. Try sleeping in this. Forget Fayetteville Craigslist, who's up for a road trip to Nebraska?
Last night Dad came home and told us that 4 of his 12 biopsies showed cancer in his prostate, but he has 8 cancer sitings showing up so the Dr couldn't even hit all the tumors that he has in it. He goes back in 2 weeks. They feel like they have caught it early. He has 2 weeks to decide what he wants to do, and then 12 weeks after that, they will operate, radiate, whathave you. I guess we are not all toooooo worried. He can still do hay and all that. We'll just see how it goes.
I'm going to count the french fry tease as my funny joke.
Tonight, my plans are to probably put a couple pizzas in and then make cupcakes for Mom's birthday tomorrow. I have no idea what we are doing. I got her a huge bouquet of roses and carnations (carnations are her favorite). Her favorite cake is white cake with chocolate icing.
I'm off to sweat! Yay!
Thanks for Reading!
-Amber
So I've been thinking about this for a while, and I think that recycling should be a law...
It would be if I were in charge. I read something funny today that said if you manage to not eat any of your fries from the drivethru to home, then you deserve to be president. I tooootally agree with that.
But think about it: First of all, that would be creating jobs for lots of people. The people that pick it up would have to increase. The plant size would have to increase creating jobs there and for the construction of it, and so on and so forth. Secondly, as you recycle materials, the cost of material production should go down for the company and then you as a consumer/purchaser should be able to reap the benefits of lower costs too! Pollution goes down, global warming goes down, the ozone layer is not constantly drilled into. Think about what you throw away on a daily basis. Pizza boxes, cereal boxes, milk containers, Dr. Pepper cans and bottles. Aluminum foil, batteries, paper, paper plates, styrofoam. I'm sure if you've ever cleaned out your car too, you know exactly the variety of things that could be recycled. They end up in the car wash dump. And then they end up in a landfill and the state is purchasing precious land to dig deeper to bury soiled diapers and coke bottles. Woot. Plus, if I were in charge, not only would it be a law (and it would be enforced and someone would be hired to check on such things by some software that if they bought 6 cases of Diet Coke from Sam's Club -ok I'm even guilty of that- that they should have to recycle at least 98% of that. mmmk? ) - you could reap some tax back/monetary gain for recycling. Also, if you recycle metal, tires, oil, big cha ching ok? But I can't not eat those scorching hot fries before I get 4 stoplights from home. Especially Chic-fil-A fries. So I can't be president. :(
I love going to bed. When I go to bed, I feel like a fancy editor or an architect. I'm all propped up with 5 pillows, my tv on, the remotes buried beneath the sheets, my clipboard and journal always displaying its importance in my bed time routine. I always have multiple books, magazines, news articles open. My planner is open. My prayer journal always has a pen sticking out of it. I need a basket for all these things. But then I would end up going to bed hugging a laundry basket of stationery. I filter through what I can and when I finally am able to doze off, usually at 4 am, I curl up into a weird running fetal position and my knees push all the junk to the side so I can sleep. Sometimes Hugo and I are startled when we roll over a stack of papers. Anywho....
It is hotter than a firecracker in hell in this house. I am literally in soffee shorts and my shirt constantly being tugged at. All the fans are on in the house, but my kneecaps are sweating y'all. Ok? MY KNEECAPS ARE SWEATING. i woke up at noon today and I am already drenched. Try sleeping in this. Forget Fayetteville Craigslist, who's up for a road trip to Nebraska?
Last night Dad came home and told us that 4 of his 12 biopsies showed cancer in his prostate, but he has 8 cancer sitings showing up so the Dr couldn't even hit all the tumors that he has in it. He goes back in 2 weeks. They feel like they have caught it early. He has 2 weeks to decide what he wants to do, and then 12 weeks after that, they will operate, radiate, whathave you. I guess we are not all toooooo worried. He can still do hay and all that. We'll just see how it goes.
I'm going to count the french fry tease as my funny joke.
Tonight, my plans are to probably put a couple pizzas in and then make cupcakes for Mom's birthday tomorrow. I have no idea what we are doing. I got her a huge bouquet of roses and carnations (carnations are her favorite). Her favorite cake is white cake with chocolate icing.
I'm off to sweat! Yay!
Thanks for Reading!
-Amber
Thursday, June 2, 2011
My action figure would come with sensitive skin and a pillow.
It is hotter than a pepper in hell in this house. Our ac is not working and there isn't a whole lot of money just lyin around for such repairs. Sooo we are on fan fun and at the next family meeting, I'm bringing up topless Tuesdays. And my dad doesn't think I contribute. Ha!
So, I think I'm behind in my postings. On Monday, Robert and I rode trails at Devils Den on horses. So much fun! The horse I was riding, Little Bit, doesn't have shoes and so he kept trying to take a grassy path rather than stay on the rocks. I don't blame him but he did manage to run my foot straight into some trees sometimes knocking my boot out of the stirrup. Grrr. Well no big deal. I went home and went to sleep and woke up on Tuesday to take Mom to therapy. Then we went to Braums for lunch and picked up a prescription on the way home. Have you ever watched The Time Traveler's Wife? It's so good. I watched it twice on Tuesday and that really made me miss my Mister so I went to Joplin to see him. Poor guy, he had to work til 11pm and wake up at 7am to go back to work. His yard is COVERED in debri from the storm still and part of his roof is still gone, water and dampness still in his house. He's a little scared of an electrical fire. The past 4 days at work were going around and hearing horror stories. He really needed to be alone. Made me sad and upset that I couldn't help at all. I left Joplin and came home and went to sleep. I don't do stress well. I broke my record for sleep. Are you ready for this?
20 hours of sleep. No pee breaks. No snacks. I finally woke up and ate a sandwich and went back to sleep and woke up at 8 am this morning. Went to therapy with mom again. Then to Sam's Club for lunch and grocery shopping. Now we are back at home. It's Thursday! Big Bang Theory tonight!!! Also, we are awaiting Dad's report on his prostate biopsy. HOPING IT IS GOOD! STILL PRAYING! THANK YOU FOR ALL PRAYERS AND SUPPORT!
I will post more later when I have more to post about. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to make paper fans with all the paper in the printer. :P
More thoughts later.
Thanks for reading.
So, I think I'm behind in my postings. On Monday, Robert and I rode trails at Devils Den on horses. So much fun! The horse I was riding, Little Bit, doesn't have shoes and so he kept trying to take a grassy path rather than stay on the rocks. I don't blame him but he did manage to run my foot straight into some trees sometimes knocking my boot out of the stirrup. Grrr. Well no big deal. I went home and went to sleep and woke up on Tuesday to take Mom to therapy. Then we went to Braums for lunch and picked up a prescription on the way home. Have you ever watched The Time Traveler's Wife? It's so good. I watched it twice on Tuesday and that really made me miss my Mister so I went to Joplin to see him. Poor guy, he had to work til 11pm and wake up at 7am to go back to work. His yard is COVERED in debri from the storm still and part of his roof is still gone, water and dampness still in his house. He's a little scared of an electrical fire. The past 4 days at work were going around and hearing horror stories. He really needed to be alone. Made me sad and upset that I couldn't help at all. I left Joplin and came home and went to sleep. I don't do stress well. I broke my record for sleep. Are you ready for this?
20 hours of sleep. No pee breaks. No snacks. I finally woke up and ate a sandwich and went back to sleep and woke up at 8 am this morning. Went to therapy with mom again. Then to Sam's Club for lunch and grocery shopping. Now we are back at home. It's Thursday! Big Bang Theory tonight!!! Also, we are awaiting Dad's report on his prostate biopsy. HOPING IT IS GOOD! STILL PRAYING! THANK YOU FOR ALL PRAYERS AND SUPPORT!
I will post more later when I have more to post about. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to make paper fans with all the paper in the printer. :P
More thoughts later.
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