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Sunday, April 19, 2015

25 Years. A Quarter of a Century. A Really, Really, Long Time.

Not a great picture, but we didn't take pictures back then like everyone does now!  This is me and my honey in March 1992. We had just gotten engaged.  I'm also not crying.  We were hanging out with his brother and sister, and they both smoke.  I was all congested!


Twenty-five years ago, on this very day in 1990, this cute guy asked me to go on a date with him.  Having just broken up with another guy not even a week before, I said , Sure, why not?  Who knew I was saying yes to my future husband, the father of my children?  I would have laughed in your face for sure!  But here we are, still together, one quarter of a century later.

Oh, my parents hated him.  Long hair with a motorcycle?  I was enamored, instantly.  This is us sneaking a quick kiss before I got on the bus to go home.  I'm in 9th grade. This might have been one of our first kisses.  And I also have no idea who took this picture, although I am thinking it might be his sister.

Here we are in 1991, after my parents realized that I was not breaking up with this guy no matter how many times they grounded me. He had just graduated high school, and I'm a sophomore here.

My handsome Marine.  We had just gotten engaged, and we are off to my National Honor Society event.  My mom wouldn't let me wear jeans and a Metallica tee, so I am wearing her outfit.  March 1992 again.

Here we are on Christmas Day.  I don't remember which year, but I'm holding myself up on crutches.

This is my 15th birthday. I remember being very embarrassed by this picture because I still hardly knew him and he threw himself on me to take this picture.  

Wedding day, August 6, 1994.  I am 19, he is 21.

At a state fair with our kids...I want to say 2008?  My eyebrows are excellent here.

I don't care how long we've been married, I will kill you at Uno. I think this is 2006 or 2007.

My trip to SC with him in his semi truck.  I had a VERY good time on this trip.  

I look back at this picture fondly and sadly.  I had just found out I was pregnant after his reversal surgery.  We were out celebrating.  I miscarried about 6 weeks later.

Out to dinner with some of his extended family.  I seriously hate his hair like this.  I think once a guy is past 30, enough with the long hair!


And there you kind of have it.  Twenty five years of fun, kids, trials, sadness, joy, happiness, love, coffee, pets, illness, pain, and happiness.  What it's supposed to be.  I love you, honey.  Here's to 25 more.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Where Did You Go?

Oh peeps.  I am so sorry to be gone for what...three weeks now? But let me tell you, I am busier than I have ever been in my entire life.

My new job continues to be awesome.  I received my benefits package last Thursday.  I will have health insurance as of May 9th!  I am incredibly excited about this.  I will be covering me and the kids, but it's ridiculously expensive to cover Mr. R.  He's looking into VA coverage (yes, he's a veteran) or purchasing a high deductible plan since he never sees a doctor except the chiropractor.

On Easter Sunday, Bucket had a seizure in church.  My church, in their creative endeavors, decided to add strobe lighting to the Easter play.  I am so grateful Tiger was with me, as he was able to carry Bucket out of the sanctuary.  Bucket is now 5 foot 9 and 164lbs...not exactly light.  Especially when he's stiff as a board and twitching.

Cheese fries at Denny's.
 I made an appointment at the Health Dept for Bucket.  I did like the physician but he immediately wanted to give three shots and I said no.  I know many people have very strong opinions about vaccines. You would think that having a child on the autism spectrum means I am anti-vax.  Nope.  What I am is "anti-so-many-vaccines-at-once."  And considering my kid just had a seizure, I'd rather avoid putting more crap in his body right now.  And since he's still a child and I am his mama, I get to make that choice.  Anyway, poor Bucket has new diagnoses:  cystic acne (my poor kiddo, I'm so sorry you got bad skin from me) Asperger's Syndrome (which shouldn't have been diagnosed, as it's been dropped from the coding lexicon, which I don't agree with but whatever), autism (old hat), OCD (this is new!) epilepsy (there is no distinction in seizures, I do not agree that he has epilepsy) and restless leg syndrome (he was diagnosed with this when he was 12, doesn't shock me at all.)  He's an interesting child, for sure.  What can I say, I am NEVER bored.

The physician agreed with me in that Bucket needs a neurological work up.  He suggested, and I was grateful, that we wait until my health insurance kicks in, on May 9th.  He also suggested that I put Bucket on Healthy Kids (it's a health insurance for kids with no other insurance) because it would be cheaper.  I will give it a shot, but it's very likely we won't qualify.  My new insurance is going to be United, which I've never had before but frankly, I'm looking forward to me and the kids having coverage again.

So...now that the hard stuff has been covered:

I wore my Target pink and gray striped maxi to church at some point, but I don't even remember when.
You can always tell when my husband is home to take my pictures, because he always puts me next to his favorite plants. This one is called a sego palm.  He planted this the weekend we moved into this house, May of 2001.  The seeds look like walnuts, and it's grown to this.  These are very pricey plants in Florida, this one is worth probably $500 right now.

I bought this dress last year right before I lost my job.  Who knew it would end up being one of the best things that ever happened to me?

My husband loves this magnolia tree.  Lots of blooms on this year, he's pretty excited for them to open.  Have you ever smelled a magnolia blossom?  It reminds me of lemon sweet tea.  It's so fragrant and clean smelling!  And I have no idea what's wrong with my face here.  


I wish I could tell you that I'm out doing something fun and exciting today, but I'd be lying.  On a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning, I am sick in bed.  Again.  I started feeling scratchy-throated Thursday afternoon at work.  I was supposed to go to Zumba but I started coughing again, so I skipped it.  On Friday, I felt like absolute hell but I went to work because one of my coworkers was out Thursday because her sister was having a baby and I had no idea if she would be at work.  My boss Debbie took one look at me and suggested I go home early.  I told her I would finish my paperwork and go home.  I did, and was on the 11:34 train back to home.  I spent most of the afternoon sleeping, coughing, and wishing I was dead.  My fever only got to 1013 this time.  I slept 10 hours last night, woke up with a horrible headache.  Got up, took three advil and my essential oils of dill and oregano.  Now I am feeling better but still shaky, somewhat feverish and this DAMN COUGH which has basically plagued me since January.  My house is a disaster, my sister is coming over with the lemongrass essential oil I ordered, and I need a shower in the worst way.

So that's my life right now!

When you're sick, chihuahuas help.  Really.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Princess

So I went to a Pamper Your Princess party as a Jamberry rep over the weekend.  I had fun, made a lot of contacts, but almost no money.  Sales business sure is tough!

Here I am posing with the princesses!  I made my sister take this picture of me.  And she refused to pose.  What a loser.


I've decided this year is the year I get a handle on my skin issues.  I have seriously had enough of the pimples, redness and cystic acne.  I am switching from commercial cleansers to Young Living Essential Oils and coconut oil to clean my face.  I would like my 40s to be the decade of luminous skin, before I start getting wrinkles in my 50s (whimper.)

You can see I have some cystic acne on my right jawline.  Incredibly, that acne is much improved and is now in the healing stage.  My forehead, nose, upper life, and left side of my face is almost completely clear.  It's always my right cheek and jawline that breaks out and is unfortunately scarred.

I wash my face every morning with an organic acne wash (which is commercial, and I intend to finish the bottle and probably not buy it again.  For the price, I'd expect butterflies to kiss me every night before I go to bed.)  Then I take a QTip and dip it in a solution I made of tea tree oil, witch hazel, and aloe juice.  I dot it on my pimples and walk away for about 30 minutes, letting it dry.  Then before I go to bed, I put a thin layer of coconut oil on my face.  My face truly soaks it right up.  I wake up in the morning with little to no redness.  My skin seems calmer, and I even had someone tell me on the train that I was glowing!  So far so good.

Can I just brag about my new job again?  I seriously love it there.  I am happy when I walk in the door, and happy when I leave.  I am learning so much.  I know my boss is happy with me, she keeps giving me more responsibility and I am trying to learn as much as I can about oncology and hematology.  I am even considering (once I pass the ICD-10 assessments) getting my specialty certification in Hematology and Oncology, although that would be two or three years down the road.  I can see staying at this place until I decide to retire.  I truly love the atmosphere, the employees,  and the patients.  There is absolutely room to grow here and I even love taking the train!

How are you all doing lately?