by Sarah | Mar 3, 2011 | All About Me, Crap, Cystic Fibrosis, Random, Special Needs, Writing
Dear Mother Nature:
I love you. With all my soul I do.
I beg of you. PLEASE stop with the wet, wet, wet springs (and it’s not even spring yet this year!!). Our poor crawlspace was so happy and dry until you get all deluge rain-storm happy the past few years.
I’ll gladly take more summers like last years incredibly hot one if it means we get a dry(ish) spring.
Thanks much.
XO
Me.
****
Dear Anthem,
You blow.
Denying Cystic Fibrosis meds is NOT COOL.
Eat shit.
Me.
*****
Dear Indiana,
I was so mean to you. I still am sometimes.
It’s not your fault, I suppose. You just happen to house a great deal of redneck twits. Though, per capita, not the greatest percentage of places I’ve lived.
Still, I apologize. You are a saving grace in this insurance Hell. Because of you, our Angel has what regular insurance seems to think she doesn’t need. So thank you and your CSHCS.
I love you a little more every day.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Me.
******
Dear Pandora,
I get it. Advertising is important.
That being said, I’m married. Showing me a BIG flash page of singles…not so much.
They weren’t even cute…
Except that bottom one…he’s pretty cute…one little problem…
Oh, Pandora. I KNOW him. He’s married. Cute. But very married. Where did this advertisment come from anyway?
Hugs…but you don’t get kisses,
Me.
****
Dear Top Chef,
LOVE the All Stars season.
Bring it back.
But this time make it fan favorites. And give me Kenny. I loved Kenny and he was gone FAR too fast.
XOXO,
Me.
*****
Dear Angel & Riley,
You two are driving your mama nuts.
Stop beating the living crap out of each other.
XO,
Your very tired mama.
***
Dear Characters,
I love you all.
To my two MC’s:
Keep running me ragged. But please leave room for the new ones. They aren’t as strong willed as you, they are far less developed. But I have to get to know them if I can ever tell their tale.
I promise, if you let me get to know them I’ll give you many long baths together while I’m busy writing the story of the new guys. Not like you need a tub. You’re happy with a crowd nearby…you and the thrill of getting caught.
Behave.
On second thought, don’t…you’re both far more fun misbehaving…
XOXOXOXOXO,
Me.
by Sarah | Feb 26, 2011 | All About Me, Crap
I took this picture earlier in the week. When I had a sick husband & daughter…I didn’t realize that a mere 36 hours later I would be the one so laid up I wouldn’t be able to function to even take a picture or write a blog post.
At its highest, my fever hit 101.3 (I believe, only checked every 12 hours).
It hit suddenly.
At 4:00 I was fine. My stomach felt a little fluttery, but nothing that hinted at oncoming tragedy. I left my girls in the babysitting hands of their older brother and left to surprise the hubby to dinner out. His choice.
By 6:30PM when we were at Best Buy I was hardly able to walk. My chills were so bad, my entire body was trembling. We raced home with the heater on, leaving our secondary car at Archie’s work because I didn’t feel well enough to drive. By the time we got home I was done. Pain, fever, stomach cramps beyond belief. I was begging for mercy, and apologizing to Archie for not being more understanding when he was sick.
So what does this have to do w/ my post title?
Oh…well…didn’t you know that with a good size fever you get the STRANGEST dreams?
I blame the first night on my current obsession with catching up on old House episodes on TV. I’d left to go surprise hubs in the middle of a whiz-bang of an epi and my mind was still rolling over it…at least that’s my defense. Oh, and I just got my new XS and my new 50mm lens…so I’m sort of obsession over those too…
Which is why I was kept awake (and asleep apparently) with dreams of House and his team talking about cameras & lenses instead of medical terms. It wasn’t until a tombstone was built that I was graced with enough peace to sleep for a full 3 hours.
Disturbing?
The horny hippies?
Oh, well, they apparently (in my head) moved into the house next to my Grandma’s (now my Aunt C’s) house. I was in NY, somehow ending up in the house next door. A couple of hippies had moved in and kept going at each other with me right there, so I left…to see a new (very black) door on my g’mas porch..and all the porch furniture was black…but the old door was still there. The house looked the same inside (though I’m fully aware that it doesn’t now), just a few minor differences. My cousin was inside (my aunt C was absent) and rushed to greet me. My Aunt D showed up…but was more excited to see my nephew (where he came from? No idea) than me.
Then I woke.
The hippies…they disturbed me…still do.
Seeing my aunt and cousin? Much more refreshing.
Hippies…
Oy…
by Sarah | Feb 23, 2011 | All About Denver, All About Kennedy, Crap, Cystic Fibrosis
Answers.
For once.
A doctor that says…
“I know what it is.”
A doctor that says…
“I know what it’s not.”
No more tests.
No more specialists.
Just once.
For the questions to be done.
For five and a half years it’s been a never ending stream.
Never ending questions.
More specialists than can be counted on two hands.
Tests.
Hurry up – get this test done.
Now wait.
Wait.
Wait.
We have results.
But no answers.
More specialists.
More questions.
Retelling the tales over and again.
Just once.
Just once.
I want an answer.
by Sarah | Feb 21, 2011 | All About Kennedy, Crap
When she tells you that she’s going to get sick…
She follows through on that promise.
One of those days that I’m grateful we already have an appt scheduled.
by Sarah | Feb 19, 2011 | All About Me, Crap
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
We’re taught this from a young age. That we shouldn’t let words hurt us. That they can’t hurt us. Not in the way physical assault can.
Words aren’t strong.
That’s what we’re taught. What we’re told.
We were lied to.
Words can hurt deeper than any physical ailment.
The scars last so much longer, cut so much deeper.
I’m thirty four.
I still can crumble in tears when I remember events from 20 years ago.
Words and actions that hurt worse than any physical ailment ever hurt me.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will forever hurt me.
*****
*Obviously this is just the first post. I don’t know how many there will be…probably just a few. It’s a post series I’ve been meaning to write for a while that’s sort of connected to the I Am Real post.
by Sarah | Feb 14, 2011 | All About Me, Crap, Random
(*Totally stole this post idea from EMILY. In case you didn’t know…she is a GODDESS. No, really. The nicest soul you will ever meet. I want to be her when I grow up.)
* I have perfect non-plucked/waxed eyebrows.
* I have thin, but strong legs that look sexy in my new boots.
* I can bake a mean cake, cookie, cheesecake…whatever your sweet-tooth demands.
* In the past two years I have slowly expanded my circle of friends. While my BFF is still online, I have friends that I can go out for coffee or cupcakes with.
* I am good at crafting…and have several very unique pieces in my home because of it.
*~*~*~*~*
Sometimes you just have to reflect on what you love about yourself. Since I really don’t like Valentine’s Day…I figured I’d take Emily’s lead and do this post.
Yes. I’m serious. I don’t like Valentine’s day. Ordered my hubs not to do a darn thing and meant it.
So, wherever you are. Whatever you’re doing. Enjoy your day. Remember that no matter who is or isn’t in your life…there is always someone very important to love. YOURSELF.
Now tell me what you love about yourself!! I want to know how beautiful you all are…and that you all know it!!
Dear Mother Nature:
