I had to get out of my house today -- so much to DBD's dismay I loaded up the kids at 6 PM and headed out into the pouring down bitches rain… just to go to the grocery store.
Said grocery store has a kids drop off area. Now we're talkin huh?
Nuff said.
While driving there I looked back into the rear of my vehicle only to note that Olivia Newton John was joining me for our outing. It's always nice to have Olivia joining our outings.
Yep Yep had one of Booger Bears infant headbands wrapped around her head. Total Let's Get Physical Look. I almost yelled back for her autograph.
How she got out of the house without me seeing that.
Well.
You know.
I have three kids… and I suck.
So after dropping off two of the three at the super awesome grocery store that I would like to camp in we did some browse shopping-- simply for my sanity.
While we were in the cereal aisle towards the end of our trip there was a woman there on a cell phone. Clearly contemplating Cocoa Puffs VS. Cheerios ( blek!) while discussing some dramatic situation on her phone… at the same time.
I wanted to stop her and say---- Maa'm. Cereal choosing calls for the utmost of attention. Please… refrain from bringing your drama to the cereal aisle.
But I didn't. I just giggled and watched Booger Bear knock over 30 boxes of Cheerios. Clearly Booger Bear has tasted Cocoa Puffs and knows the what the what about Cheerios.
I was totally listening to her converstation too. Because I'm totally like that. I also stare.
You'll love me.
As I was listening to her angst about another friend who had cancelled plans that an entire group had made… only because she had found out this other particular friend had.. BLAH FUCKITY BLAH.
So anyways.
My point is … I wanted to thank her. Because she made me feel normal. I clutched my Cocoa Puffs, grabbed Boogies hand , stepped over the 30 boxes of CheeriBleks and thought to my self.
Everyone has drama huh? Even in the cereal aisle.
Life is good.
Life sucks sometimes.
But it's life and I'm glad to be in it.
Are you?
Axe
So I hopped in the shower to find a brand new spiffy body scruff.
For dudes.
errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt .
rewind.
FOR DUDES.
* shaking head*
Come to find out.. it's actually marketed as a
BALL SCRUBBER.
Of course it came as an accompaniment to his new body gel.
DUDE GEL.
I .
know.
What kind was it you ask.
AXE. or SEX it should be called
Dragon something or nother flavor.
DRAGON SOMETHING OR NOTHER. I repeat. DRAGON…
w
t
f
?
I have some ponders.
1. when browsing for a dude gel-- does he scope the aisle up and down , note Ivory, note cheap Walmart brand then zero in on Axe--- remembering the commercials of lust and seedy sex.
Yes. Tis true huh?
SOB.
2. When choosing a fragrance…. what made him choose Guava Dragon Slayer?? Or whatever it was called?
He wanted to channel his inner Knights of the Round Table huh?
Crimeny.
If I come home and he's lounging on my bed in metal knight garb… trying to be all sexy.
I 'm filming it. Cuz it's a sure thing he's goinna pinch his balls in the metal stuff.
Just saying.
Freaking dragon gel.
As if the ball scrubber weren't enough.
Ball SCRUBBER.
IN
MY
SHOWER
For dudes.
errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt .
rewind.
FOR DUDES.
* shaking head*
Come to find out.. it's actually marketed as a
BALL SCRUBBER.
Of course it came as an accompaniment to his new body gel.
DUDE GEL.
I .
know.
What kind was it you ask.
AXE. or SEX it should be called
Dragon something or nother flavor.
DRAGON SOMETHING OR NOTHER. I repeat. DRAGON…
w
t
f
?
I have some ponders.
1. when browsing for a dude gel-- does he scope the aisle up and down , note Ivory, note cheap Walmart brand then zero in on Axe--- remembering the commercials of lust and seedy sex.
Yes. Tis true huh?
SOB.
2. When choosing a fragrance…. what made him choose Guava Dragon Slayer?? Or whatever it was called?
He wanted to channel his inner Knights of the Round Table huh?
Crimeny.
If I come home and he's lounging on my bed in metal knight garb… trying to be all sexy.
I 'm filming it. Cuz it's a sure thing he's goinna pinch his balls in the metal stuff.
Just saying.
Freaking dragon gel.
As if the ball scrubber weren't enough.
Ball SCRUBBER.
IN
MY
SHOWER
Dear Krista
When I first saw you , you were sitting in front of me in the Zurn Lecture Hall at Gannon University. We were at a freshman orientation meeting and your mass of black hair was swept back with a rolled up red bandana. I couldn't see your face… only your hair. Yet I knew you were beautiful.
I now sit by your side , surrounded by machines that monitor your every bodily movement… and I softly stroke that mass of hair. Pushing it back off of your face.. over and over. Just feeling it on my fingers. It is so soft and it has not changed much. Ang has it brushed back and pulled into a pony tail high up on your head. There is no red bandana but the mass of thick waves are still there. It's piercing black and there's a little bit of grey speckled throughout. I see it as I push your hair back over and over. When did your hair begin to grey? When did we get old enough to have grey hair Krista? I marvel at it.
A sign .. that we have grown up. That years have worked their way in… without us knowing.
Seventeen years…where did it go?
17 years ago you were laughing about something as you sat in front of me…. Your laugh was addictive. I immediately was drawn to you. I tapped you on the shoulder in that lecture hall and said, " Your hair is sooooo pretty."
Now I whisper to you in between blips and beeps of a monitor… sourrounded by tubes and tangled masses of cords that all function for you in some manner.
Don't give up Krista.
Fight . Fight .
You are not done here.
I know you 're scared but we're all here for you.
And we're not leaving you until you are back with us.
You take your time sweet girl. You take your time.
And I brush your hair back again.
I touch your skin and watch you breath. You are so silent.
I'd kill to hear you laugh again. I'd give up more than you could ever imagine.
We sat on the dock at Presque Isle.
Forumlating a plan to become roomates that following fall. To share a dorm room.
Little did I know we'd end up sharing 17 years of our life. Milestones… so many.
Roomates, sorority sisters, co workers, weddings, heartache, welcoming children, new jobs, divorces, new homes, reunions, moves, deaths of loved ones, family and friends…. … I had no idea that tapping your shoulder would bring me such a full friendship.
Now I sit by your bed side with my head resting on your bed rail. Watching you breath … in and out .. .in and out…. in and out. Wishing I had spent it more wisely. Your eyes are closed and I study your face while you sleep. You look so young… so innocent .. so peaceful. I wonder what you're thinking while you are so quiet.
I tell you about the lady that ran the gift shop… who had a few screws loose.
I laugh and imagine what you'd have said to her …
I read you the cards people sent… and I secretly cry while I do so.
You have touched so many people in this life.
Can you hear me?
Do you feel me when I stroke your hand.. and offer my own to squeeze when you begin to tremor? Do you know that I grip your hand?
I pray for you to squeeze. Anything…. anything Krista.
You used to hug me… you were so easy to love Krista. So easy to surround and hug. So easy to open up to. You said that I gave the best hugs. You said it for years. If you could wake up now… I'd never let you go.
I never ever thought that the first time I ever fell to my knees and screamed to God… for help. That it would be for you. My sweet friend. That utter devestation…. would finally knock me over… and it would be about you.
I talk to God all the time now. I bow my head and I give all that I have and feel--- to him. I pray that he takes you and comforts you until you find your way back to us. Because I know nothing else to do. I have nothing in my control.
I go to sleep thinking of you in that hospital bed. I wake up wondering if today will be the day you come back to us. If your smile will light up a room again… if your brown eyes narrow with a sarcastic comment. If you'll bust out in a dance move or tell me about your bike that you just got. Or just wake up to HUG ME again… to tell me that you love me as we did when we said goodbye last spring when we met up.
The single most comforting thing is that you told a friend a few weeks ago… that you loved me. That you always knew where I was.
I'm right here Krista and I'm not leaving until you wake up so that I can tell you how much I adore you.
You take all the time you need friend. Until then… I'll sit on the dock and wait for you and when you come back.
I'm goinna kick your ever loving ass.
xoxoxo
d
I now sit by your side , surrounded by machines that monitor your every bodily movement… and I softly stroke that mass of hair. Pushing it back off of your face.. over and over. Just feeling it on my fingers. It is so soft and it has not changed much. Ang has it brushed back and pulled into a pony tail high up on your head. There is no red bandana but the mass of thick waves are still there. It's piercing black and there's a little bit of grey speckled throughout. I see it as I push your hair back over and over. When did your hair begin to grey? When did we get old enough to have grey hair Krista? I marvel at it.
A sign .. that we have grown up. That years have worked their way in… without us knowing.
Seventeen years…where did it go?
17 years ago you were laughing about something as you sat in front of me…. Your laugh was addictive. I immediately was drawn to you. I tapped you on the shoulder in that lecture hall and said, " Your hair is sooooo pretty."
Now I whisper to you in between blips and beeps of a monitor… sourrounded by tubes and tangled masses of cords that all function for you in some manner.
Don't give up Krista.
Fight . Fight .
You are not done here.
I know you 're scared but we're all here for you.
And we're not leaving you until you are back with us.
You take your time sweet girl. You take your time.
And I brush your hair back again.
I touch your skin and watch you breath. You are so silent.
I'd kill to hear you laugh again. I'd give up more than you could ever imagine.
We sat on the dock at Presque Isle.
Forumlating a plan to become roomates that following fall. To share a dorm room.
Little did I know we'd end up sharing 17 years of our life. Milestones… so many.
Roomates, sorority sisters, co workers, weddings, heartache, welcoming children, new jobs, divorces, new homes, reunions, moves, deaths of loved ones, family and friends…. … I had no idea that tapping your shoulder would bring me such a full friendship.
Now I sit by your bed side with my head resting on your bed rail. Watching you breath … in and out .. .in and out…. in and out. Wishing I had spent it more wisely. Your eyes are closed and I study your face while you sleep. You look so young… so innocent .. so peaceful. I wonder what you're thinking while you are so quiet.
I tell you about the lady that ran the gift shop… who had a few screws loose.
I laugh and imagine what you'd have said to her …
I read you the cards people sent… and I secretly cry while I do so.
You have touched so many people in this life.
Can you hear me?
Do you feel me when I stroke your hand.. and offer my own to squeeze when you begin to tremor? Do you know that I grip your hand?
I pray for you to squeeze. Anything…. anything Krista.
You used to hug me… you were so easy to love Krista. So easy to surround and hug. So easy to open up to. You said that I gave the best hugs. You said it for years. If you could wake up now… I'd never let you go.
I never ever thought that the first time I ever fell to my knees and screamed to God… for help. That it would be for you. My sweet friend. That utter devestation…. would finally knock me over… and it would be about you.
I talk to God all the time now. I bow my head and I give all that I have and feel--- to him. I pray that he takes you and comforts you until you find your way back to us. Because I know nothing else to do. I have nothing in my control.
I go to sleep thinking of you in that hospital bed. I wake up wondering if today will be the day you come back to us. If your smile will light up a room again… if your brown eyes narrow with a sarcastic comment. If you'll bust out in a dance move or tell me about your bike that you just got. Or just wake up to HUG ME again… to tell me that you love me as we did when we said goodbye last spring when we met up.
The single most comforting thing is that you told a friend a few weeks ago… that you loved me. That you always knew where I was.
I'm right here Krista and I'm not leaving until you wake up so that I can tell you how much I adore you.
You take all the time you need friend. Until then… I'll sit on the dock and wait for you and when you come back.
I'm goinna kick your ever loving ass.
xoxoxo
d
Every single day...
It's always difficult to admit that it takes a near tragedy to change how you run your life. I am that person. Now admitting to you that I ran my life differently 3 weeks ago than I do today. Three weeks ago my dear friend of 17 years suffered from a sudden cardiac arrest at age 35 years while jogging. It is a pure miracle that she is still alive. A PURE miracle. Most who suffer from cardiac arrest, with an enlarged heart as she unknowingly had - do not survive. She is still in a coma. I have seen her on machines that were propelling her body to live. I have seen my friend lying motionless for weeks. I have seen so much.
So much time is left when something like this happens. So much time left when have only the "quiet" between you , yourself and you. Time to question. Time to stare in the mirror.
Questioning your methods in life, your relationships and the way you treat others. You question.
I realized that if my friend was not in my life----- I would be beyond devestated. I have not done our friendship due justice. I realized that I hold back emotionally as a friend , as a mom, as a wife, as a sister and as a daugther. I hold back. I waste precious moments hoarding my own love…. keeping it to myself. Not reaching out. I am stingy with my love.
That's not going to work.
Everyday Krista makes tiny strides towards coming back to the person that she was before this happened. However I'm not certain that even when she returns to us-- she will be anything near that person she was.
I don't think any of us will be.
And it will be a good thing.
Happy Turkey Day Everyone-- celebrate and be thankful every single day. Don't hold back .
xoxo
supah
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GIVING THANKS IN 140
A Community Twitter Party in Honor of Thanksgiving
November 16, 2010. Water Mill, New York: On Tuesday, November 23 from 9:00-10:00 pm (EST), Tweeple are invited to join the Macaroni Kid family to share some of the things for which they are giving thanks this week – all in 140 characters or less! hashtag #mackidtips.
At this feel-good party, the Twitter community will be encouraged to chat about all of the wonderful things in their lives, from children and family to the opportunities that have presented themselves … and of course, there will be a healthy dose of favorite Thanksgiving traditions, recipes and foods.
The party will be sponsored by Egglands Best (www.egglandsbest.com) and will feature prizes, giveaways and plenty of laughs.
"What better way to kick off the holiday season then by connecting with friends, recognizing our communal good fortune and giving thanks,” explains Joyce Shulman, Macaroni Kid's Chief Macaroni Mom (@macaronikidHQ).
"What better way to kick off the holiday season then by connecting with friends, recognizing our communal good fortune and giving thanks,” explains Joyce Shulman, Macaroni Kid's Chief Macaroni Mom (@macaronikidHQ).
This will be Macaroni Kid’s eighth monthly Twitter Party.
The party will be hosted by Macaroni Kid Publisher Mom and blogger extraordinaire, Debby P, who is better known by her Twitter handle Supah Mommy (@supahmommy).
Participants are encouraged to RSVP to be eligible for special RSVP-only prizes by signing up HERE .
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Avalanche
Did you ever have an avalanche day?
Where your action leads to other actions that eventually spin out this beautiful avalanche of national geographic quality.
Epic.
Lifetime movie quality.
Oxygen channel even.
Destroying all that's in it's path with vicious ferociousness.
Because you can find no other way to let it out.
I wiki'd Avalanches wondering what CAUSED an avalanche. What the single mitigating factor was to start the destruction.
Avalanches only occur when the stress on the snow exceeds the shear, ductile, and tensile strength either within the snow pack or at the contact of the base of the snow pack with the ground or rock surface.
I don't know what mumbo science jumbo you just read but I read this:
Stress on the snow ( me) exceeds the strength.
I have met my match.
My life demands finally exceed my personal strength.
My friend remains in a coma.
My personal life is unraveling.
My children probably hate me.
There is not enough coffee in this world to help me through this.
I am a mess and the avalanche that happened today---- began a few weeks ago. Snowflake by snowflake I began to avalanche.
Today.
Just.
Was.
Bad.
And.
Continues.
To .
Be.
Bad.
Two donuts didn't even fix it.
Maybe tomorrow it will be better.
Were you ever an avalanche?
Where your action leads to other actions that eventually spin out this beautiful avalanche of national geographic quality.
Epic.
Lifetime movie quality.
Oxygen channel even.
Destroying all that's in it's path with vicious ferociousness.
Because you can find no other way to let it out.
I wiki'd Avalanches wondering what CAUSED an avalanche. What the single mitigating factor was to start the destruction.
Avalanches only occur when the stress on the snow exceeds the shear, ductile, and tensile strength either within the snow pack or at the contact of the base of the snow pack with the ground or rock surface.
I don't know what mumbo science jumbo you just read but I read this:
Stress on the snow ( me) exceeds the strength.
I have met my match.
My life demands finally exceed my personal strength.
My friend remains in a coma.
My personal life is unraveling.
My children probably hate me.
There is not enough coffee in this world to help me through this.
I am a mess and the avalanche that happened today---- began a few weeks ago. Snowflake by snowflake I began to avalanche.
Today.
Just.
Was.
Bad.
And.
Continues.
To .
Be.
Bad.
Two donuts didn't even fix it.
Maybe tomorrow it will be better.
Were you ever an avalanche?
Crack Houses.
I've finally taken the time to rework my site and I'm happy with what I've done. Supah- still developing. Because I am a gosh darn always work in progress. Never quite at the point where I am my best. I'm okay with that. So I'm happy with my new look and if you don't like it --- well. You know.
Julie- doing better. Prayers for Krista
Moments after getting word that Julie is doing a bit better - I got a message that my college friend of 17 years and my first real friend in life- had had a heart attack while jogging.
Krista is 35 years old and as healthy as can be. We are with her in Ohio and we need prayers for her to come out of this unscathed.
xoxoxoxo
Krista is 35 years old and as healthy as can be. We are with her in Ohio and we need prayers for her to come out of this unscathed.
xoxoxoxo
pLease pray for Julie, Jaden's mom.
For those of you who know Jaden. He is doing miraculously well.
Find it in your heart, take just a minute to stop and think of his mother right now. Julie, my college friend. A mother of two little boys, one 3 year old who has battled and so far beaten cancer himself. She herself has battled cancer since her mid 20's. She is very very sick right now and my heart is broken for this family who has endured through this year what you and I could never know. Now they must do it again .
She is in the hospital and has been for a bit. She is in terrible pain from complications with her cancer and the family is asking for your hearts and minds once again.
Please pray for Julie.
xoxo
d
Find it in your heart, take just a minute to stop and think of his mother right now. Julie, my college friend. A mother of two little boys, one 3 year old who has battled and so far beaten cancer himself. She herself has battled cancer since her mid 20's. She is very very sick right now and my heart is broken for this family who has endured through this year what you and I could never know. Now they must do it again .
She is in the hospital and has been for a bit. She is in terrible pain from complications with her cancer and the family is asking for your hearts and minds once again.
Please pray for Julie.
xoxo
d
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