Homeschool Adventure

We're all still standing.  We're all still having fun.  At the end of the day we don't all hate each others faces...  I'm calling the first 2.5 weeks of homeschooling a success.

Bed Rest...

... The only good thing about being on bed rest the past 3 days is that I've been able to finish the Hunger Games books again.  Not sure what is going on.  Recovering from a possible glutening/vertigo/firbro annoyance.  If I'm not feeling better tomorrow I'll make the fun call to the doctor.

For now I'm going to go stare at all of the things I'll never actually do on Pinterest and try to finish this weeks Samurai Sudoku in the Washington Post.  Should be fun...

Made crayons with the kids Thursday.  Much fun had by all.

Where have you been?

I've been here waiting for you for weeks...

But seriously.  I was busy doing stuff.  I know, right?  I was actually DOING STUFF!  Like, normal people stuff.  Taking the kids to the playground, going to the grocery store, standing in front of people.  I stood in front of people and I didn't vomit, pass out, or yell anything inappropriate.  Oh yeah, and I shaved my head.  By far and away the best summer do.

The past week has been painful and nauseating but I'm making it through.  It has been a while since I have had a really bad fibro flare so I suppose I was due.  I am hoping to be feeling a bit better by my birthday this weekend but even if I'm not I WILL get to eat strawberry shortcake and watch the premiere of Dr. Who.  YAY!

If you have a few minutes you should go read this blog and know that this is one of the most inspirational people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.  http://www.loveinfinitysquared.org/

Mangez Plus De Coq

I may or may not have taken a little liberty with that translation but... freedom of speech!

I am fascinated by the reaction to the recent boycott of Chik-Fil-A.  I also find it confusing that groups of people who claim to support Chik-Fil-A under the guise of "freedom of speech" are making such blatant attacks against people who are simply exercising their... Freedom of Speech.  I suppose it's only OK when what people are saying jives with your personal belief system?

I wonder...

if we were to find out that privately held fast food chain Chicken Partz was donating money to organizations that went out of their way to support an agenda that kept people with hazel eyes from being able to marry other people with hazel eyes would this still be an issue of free speech?  Would you still choose to spend your money on their MSG soaked product and create a special Eat More Chicken day just to show your support for their right to keep people with Hazel eyes from participating in a legal union?  If so then... strange...  but more power to you.  That is in fact your right.  As it is my right to eat less chicken (in fact I choose to eat no chicken) and not have my money go to support an agenda which would keep people who I hold very dear from being able to enjoy the basic right to spend their life in legal union with the person they love. Even if they happen to both have hazel eyes.

Chik-Fil-A has every right to donate money to what ever organization they chose.  I have every right to not spend money there and let people know why.

GOD!  Don't you LOVE this country!!

Anniversaries, Land Hurricanes, and Insomnia. Trifecta!

No matter how much I would like to get my hands on every calendar before it is printed and edit out June 29 I know it will still happen.   Every year.  Right between June 28th and June 30th.  Forever.
 8 Years ago I lost my baby sister.  I hate that term... "lost"... I know exactly where she is.
It's horrible that an accident should take someone so young and so full of life.  15 years old.
The most difficult part of turning 30 for me was the realization that I have lived twice as many years as she was given.  Logically I know there is no reason to feel guilt over something like that... emotionally however it makes me dry heave.  Emotional dry heaves are unpleasant and a special kind of uncomfortable.  This year however was slightly different.  Not better.  I don't think it will ever be better, but different... I think I can work with different.

Friday evening brought an interesting weather experience to our area.  To say the least.  I had never even HEARD of a "land hurricane" but apparently, from time to time, these beasts do rear their ugly heads.  Jeff and I ended up hanging out in the basement hoping that it just sounded a lot worse than it was.  Turns out it was pretty bad.  Luckily our property wasn't horribly damaged.  We just lost the top of a tree and some shingles.  We went out Saturday morning to get roofing materials and Lowes was so busy I had to ask a random group of contractors if any of them could help me pick out the type of roofing cement I needed.  Lowes is typically one of the places I can't spend more than 15 minutes in before becoming nauseous and disoriented but this time I managed to make it through while holding a conversation with a complete stranger.  WIN!  When we got home we discovered that someone had taken care of our downed tree problem.  My goal is to discover who is responsible and bake them cookies.

The girls enjoyed their weekend with the grandparents in Lynchburg even without electricity.  Piper has discovered a love for gymnastics and they both tried to qualify for the men's 50 meter free style but both ended up finishing about 1,150 miles away.

Insomnia seems to have returned.  I hope that the flare this is inevitably leading up to isn't too long lasting.  I guess land hurricanes should be expected to bring fibro flares along with the neighbors trash can.

Trying to look forward to the 4th of July and spending some extra time with my favorites.

Piper's impression of a bag lady.

Catharsis...

Father's Day has always been complicated for me.  Why?  Probably because I think too much about things that can never be changed... but that is who I am.  The product of an uninvolved biological representation of "father" and emotionally unavailable legal representation of "father" it is easy to wallow in the thought of what I never had.  That isn't fair though.  To do that would be to ignore the fact that I have been blessed in my life with many representations of "father" who have, knowingly or not, banded together to do a fantastic job of giving me love, support, and confidence when I needed it the most.  This Father's Day I would like to thank all of the men who have had a positive influence on the person I have become.

I also have to say thank you to Jeff.  Thank you for being the best father I could ever hope for, for our children.  Thank you for your endless patience, support and guidance for them.  Even on days like today when they are acting like total spoiled jerk faces, they love you more than you will ever know.


Happy Father's Day

We made it.

More on all of this after I have recuperated.

Mommy's preoperative therapy session.

Pre Op

Jeff all ready to go back for the
anesthesia portion of the adventure

My brief stay in the
waiting area alone.

Waking up in post op recovery.
Everything went very well.