Sitting on my couch last night watching the latest episode of Being Human, where Sally, Nick and Stevie who were once ghosts are zombies basically now and Nick went after his girlfriend, she killed him for trying to eat her and she killed him GOOD. Nick turns back into a ghost after Zoie kills him and Sally and Zoie watch him walk into his "door"...
Sally tells Stevie he is a zombie now, Josh kills Stevie so he won't eat anyone else (after he ate his parents and the mailman) and Stevie shows up as a ghost and walks into his door... here's the problem: it's the same door Nick went through and in the Being Human-verse, every ghost gets their own door. So this makes Sally and Josh wax intellectual about what this must mean if ghost Nick and Stevie went through the same door, what if Sally decided she didn't want to be a zombie and killed herself, then she would be a ghost and get offered this crazy door... what would happen? What's on the other side?
And this is what happens as a result of watching that episode:
Harley: So why are they freaking out?
Me: 'Cause that guy got the same door as the other guy and that's wrong. That means that there's something bad probably going on...
Harley: So, what's on the other side of the door?
Me: Heaven...I guess... well... that person's version of heaven..but you realize that this is a show right? That everything is made up right?
Harley: well...duh. But, so if it's their heaven, what do you think is on the otherside?
Me: Well, I guess it's different for everybody... Like, your idea of Heaven is probably all marshmallows and books and unicorns doing backflips over rainbows...
Harley: (laughs) yeah, probably... So what do you think your door would like?
Me: well, Uhm... I don't know. I guess.... I would have an orange door and on the otherside would hopefully my dad/your grandpa... maybe some of my animals... maybe Grandma Mary...
Harley: Oh... Ok. What color is grandma and grandpas door at their house? Cuz I want my door to look that their door and I want grandpa to be on the otherside...
...and there you have it folks... straight from the mouths of babes...
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Friday, October 12, 2012
There I go, NOT speaking English again...
After repeating myself for the hundredth time to the four hundredth customer, I decided I must not be speaking English...
Amazing, I MUST be a genius... And I didn't even KNOW IT!
Because why else would so many people ask me so many times if they called the right company?
You'd be surprised how many people don't call the right company...
They meant to call SEARS collections or the phone company in their part of rural Alabama (which is nowhere near me, notice the incredibly small percentage of times you see me type "ya'll")...
If I had a toddler attempting to speak in my house I would get it.
My baby doesn't talk... She doesn't even walk.. yet. And I stress the "yet".
Marysu is 8 months and some odd days... lets say 8 and a half months and call it a day. Fine? Fine. Great, grand, wonderful.
And we're about to close the baby factory. So all these cute little holy-shit-oh-dear-God things she is doing lately, we are freaking out over. And Harley is freaking out, too. Which is cool and all, but I thought I was going to find a finger on the ground when Harley came into the bathroom whilst I was occupying it and said,"Mom you gotta come see this!"
No finger, it was merely the baby... playing with toys that Harley had set out on the coffee table. But she was standing on her own, not leaning. Wow. That WAS a big'un. Then last night she did it again, and me n daddy were freaking out. Then she did the cutest thing ever, she danced. We were watching Dark Shadows. You know, good wholesome family viewing.
There is a montage and the song made Marysu dance. She was standing in front of the coffee table, but was looking alongside it, not across from it. The TV had her attention, but more so the song that was playing. Her attention was better paid to the mound of Cheerios on the table. Her left arm was keeping her balance, her body was faced to the side of the table and her right hand was grabbing Cheerios. Basically, she was merely using the table as a crutch. And bouncing. She was bouncing to the music... I couldn't believe it. It was the most adorable thing ever. And not one damned camera in sight! What the hell is that about?
There are so many cameras in my house I couldn't believe there wasn't one to capture this! And when kids realize you think they are doing something awesome and are scrambling for a picture... they stop. It's the universal law of children vs. photography of any kind. So, I got ahold of my phone, and boom... no more dancing. As if someone hit a button and her brain and body stopped. Dammit. Oh well.
Tomorrow we have Saturday "off". No plans, no trips, no nothing. I was stunned when I got the news from Choni that we would NOT be doing anything spectacular... Uhm... Okay... Well, it's cooler.. so what better way to spend a cool day in a small house than to bake cookies! I went and spent a whole day online checking out recipes for cut out cookies. What else would you suggest I do with a box of 100 cookie cutters?
Last year, well, the year before I SHOULD say, we made these cookies and homemade frosting and did the whole shebang. It was fun AND delicious and Harley has been asking since to do it again. Well, I had gestational diabetes last holiday season. I don't recommend that basically... so because my husband is not a dick, he decided against any baking and promised we will doubly make it up this year.
And we already ARE! Yay! He got the few missing ingredients, because my cupboards are bake-tastic and tonight I make the dough and fridge it for baking tomorrow. Then I will set out my little bowls and do different colored frostings so we can make the dinos green and fire trucks red and so on...
It's going to be a blast and I am sure we won't spend ALL day doing it, so I'm trying to figure out what else we can do other than clean. But the obvious Go To here is clean.
My house is not clean. It's not clean to my standards anyways. It's no one's fault but our own. And by ours I mean MINE. Last year I was pretty much depressed during the last part of my pregnancy. Getting the GD during the holidays really messed with me. My days were so incredibly boring with the eating the same old thing day in and day out, telling time by what I ate and when and taking my blood sugar. I realize people do this all the time, but I was pregnant and FULL of hormones... WAAAAYYY too many hormones... My F.I.L was dying... I wondered if would be able to see Marysu.. I wanted him to so badly.. and he did. That's an answered prayed... check... Choni was still trying to get piddly jobs... and he was dealing with his dad and with me and worrying about me and the unborn. Harley was doing her first year in 1st grade, her first year with REAL homework and REAL schoolyard play and what-not. I stopped caring about the house... Choni tried so hard to keep up with everything. Things are okay, but I used to keep the house up better when I cared. So now, baby is out, we are getting a new routine going now that we are not rushing to the inlaws every weekend to spend time while we have it. It's more like, we go to keep Gma company. And soon she won't necessarily require that anymore... like tomorrow. She is SO busy with things she is doing we are skipping our weekend trip.
That is really good news. That means she is coping really well... Which is great... I am so happy for her. I am happy for me too, cause now I clean my house... a step at a time. I am not climbing Everest in a day. We need to clean the inside and outside of our windows, I need to clean out the tracks of the sliding windows and doors... I need to mop and sweep and vacuum, but into the cracks of things. I can't tell you the last time the "cracks" were done. It's been awhile. I used to get in the bathrooms and scrub the floors on my hands and knees... Haven't done that in a while...
I wonder how I did all this the "last time"... you know, with Harley.
Well, I didn't.
I lived with my in-laws and everything was, "Oh no, you sit there, I'll do it..."
"Oh no, I'll change the baby, you finish up whatever you were doing..."
and so on.
It was awesome... and I didn't have to do any of my own housework until Harley was a year old and we moved. Then I started cleaning again. But Harley at 1 year is NOT the same as any Harley before.
I figured it would happen this way, so I haven't been letting it get to me too badly. I used to clean the house on the days that Harley went to Gma and Gpa's house and spent the night. But she doesn't do that anymore, I'm not sure how that's going to work, but we'll figure it out. Now I need to do what most people do...figure out how to clean the house with both kids in the house :) Yay! Ahem, Sarcasm...
But as with all things, we'll figure it out. We always do...and I know that. Which is another reason why I try not to let things bother me like they do. Because we always figure it out. And now that I have said that twice too many, I will look forward to the day when I can set the kids down to do what will keep them busy long enough to clean something... it's coming soon I can feel it.
I already put the baby gate up in their room and locked Harley and Marysu in there to play. It worked pretty well until Marysu realized I wasn't in there with them anymore. That was not happy making for her. I went in there and cleaned and it worked pretty well that way. SO now I know I can tackle their room with them in there. Battle: WON!!
It seems like we are days from Mary's 1st bday. It's her fault. She's growing up too damned fast... Dammit... She eats foods... she has 6 teeth... she stands... she tries to walk... she baby-babble-talks... I almost want to tell her to "get up and get it yourself"... She wore an actual outfit for the first time yesterday because it was cold for the first time yesterday... she looked so grown up **sad face**
Now that I have gone on way too long... I leave you with this... Marysu's dance song...
Amazing, I MUST be a genius... And I didn't even KNOW IT!
Because why else would so many people ask me so many times if they called the right company?
You'd be surprised how many people don't call the right company...
They meant to call SEARS collections or the phone company in their part of rural Alabama (which is nowhere near me, notice the incredibly small percentage of times you see me type "ya'll")...
If I had a toddler attempting to speak in my house I would get it.
My baby doesn't talk... She doesn't even walk.. yet. And I stress the "yet".
Marysu is 8 months and some odd days... lets say 8 and a half months and call it a day. Fine? Fine. Great, grand, wonderful.
And we're about to close the baby factory. So all these cute little holy-shit-oh-dear-God things she is doing lately, we are freaking out over. And Harley is freaking out, too. Which is cool and all, but I thought I was going to find a finger on the ground when Harley came into the bathroom whilst I was occupying it and said,"Mom you gotta come see this!"
No finger, it was merely the baby... playing with toys that Harley had set out on the coffee table. But she was standing on her own, not leaning. Wow. That WAS a big'un. Then last night she did it again, and me n daddy were freaking out. Then she did the cutest thing ever, she danced. We were watching Dark Shadows. You know, good wholesome family viewing.
There is a montage and the song made Marysu dance. She was standing in front of the coffee table, but was looking alongside it, not across from it. The TV had her attention, but more so the song that was playing. Her attention was better paid to the mound of Cheerios on the table. Her left arm was keeping her balance, her body was faced to the side of the table and her right hand was grabbing Cheerios. Basically, she was merely using the table as a crutch. And bouncing. She was bouncing to the music... I couldn't believe it. It was the most adorable thing ever. And not one damned camera in sight! What the hell is that about?
There are so many cameras in my house I couldn't believe there wasn't one to capture this! And when kids realize you think they are doing something awesome and are scrambling for a picture... they stop. It's the universal law of children vs. photography of any kind. So, I got ahold of my phone, and boom... no more dancing. As if someone hit a button and her brain and body stopped. Dammit. Oh well.
Tomorrow we have Saturday "off". No plans, no trips, no nothing. I was stunned when I got the news from Choni that we would NOT be doing anything spectacular... Uhm... Okay... Well, it's cooler.. so what better way to spend a cool day in a small house than to bake cookies! I went and spent a whole day online checking out recipes for cut out cookies. What else would you suggest I do with a box of 100 cookie cutters?
Last year, well, the year before I SHOULD say, we made these cookies and homemade frosting and did the whole shebang. It was fun AND delicious and Harley has been asking since to do it again. Well, I had gestational diabetes last holiday season. I don't recommend that basically... so because my husband is not a dick, he decided against any baking and promised we will doubly make it up this year.
And we already ARE! Yay! He got the few missing ingredients, because my cupboards are bake-tastic and tonight I make the dough and fridge it for baking tomorrow. Then I will set out my little bowls and do different colored frostings so we can make the dinos green and fire trucks red and so on...
It's going to be a blast and I am sure we won't spend ALL day doing it, so I'm trying to figure out what else we can do other than clean. But the obvious Go To here is clean.
My house is not clean. It's not clean to my standards anyways. It's no one's fault but our own. And by ours I mean MINE. Last year I was pretty much depressed during the last part of my pregnancy. Getting the GD during the holidays really messed with me. My days were so incredibly boring with the eating the same old thing day in and day out, telling time by what I ate and when and taking my blood sugar. I realize people do this all the time, but I was pregnant and FULL of hormones... WAAAAYYY too many hormones... My F.I.L was dying... I wondered if would be able to see Marysu.. I wanted him to so badly.. and he did. That's an answered prayed... check... Choni was still trying to get piddly jobs... and he was dealing with his dad and with me and worrying about me and the unborn. Harley was doing her first year in 1st grade, her first year with REAL homework and REAL schoolyard play and what-not. I stopped caring about the house... Choni tried so hard to keep up with everything. Things are okay, but I used to keep the house up better when I cared. So now, baby is out, we are getting a new routine going now that we are not rushing to the inlaws every weekend to spend time while we have it. It's more like, we go to keep Gma company. And soon she won't necessarily require that anymore... like tomorrow. She is SO busy with things she is doing we are skipping our weekend trip.
That is really good news. That means she is coping really well... Which is great... I am so happy for her. I am happy for me too, cause now I clean my house... a step at a time. I am not climbing Everest in a day. We need to clean the inside and outside of our windows, I need to clean out the tracks of the sliding windows and doors... I need to mop and sweep and vacuum, but into the cracks of things. I can't tell you the last time the "cracks" were done. It's been awhile. I used to get in the bathrooms and scrub the floors on my hands and knees... Haven't done that in a while...
I wonder how I did all this the "last time"... you know, with Harley.
Well, I didn't.
I lived with my in-laws and everything was, "Oh no, you sit there, I'll do it..."
"Oh no, I'll change the baby, you finish up whatever you were doing..."
and so on.
It was awesome... and I didn't have to do any of my own housework until Harley was a year old and we moved. Then I started cleaning again. But Harley at 1 year is NOT the same as any Harley before.
I figured it would happen this way, so I haven't been letting it get to me too badly. I used to clean the house on the days that Harley went to Gma and Gpa's house and spent the night. But she doesn't do that anymore, I'm not sure how that's going to work, but we'll figure it out. Now I need to do what most people do...figure out how to clean the house with both kids in the house :) Yay! Ahem, Sarcasm...
But as with all things, we'll figure it out. We always do...and I know that. Which is another reason why I try not to let things bother me like they do. Because we always figure it out. And now that I have said that twice too many, I will look forward to the day when I can set the kids down to do what will keep them busy long enough to clean something... it's coming soon I can feel it.
I already put the baby gate up in their room and locked Harley and Marysu in there to play. It worked pretty well until Marysu realized I wasn't in there with them anymore. That was not happy making for her. I went in there and cleaned and it worked pretty well that way. SO now I know I can tackle their room with them in there. Battle: WON!!
It seems like we are days from Mary's 1st bday. It's her fault. She's growing up too damned fast... Dammit... She eats foods... she has 6 teeth... she stands... she tries to walk... she baby-babble-talks... I almost want to tell her to "get up and get it yourself"... She wore an actual outfit for the first time yesterday because it was cold for the first time yesterday... she looked so grown up **sad face**
Now that I have gone on way too long... I leave you with this... Marysu's dance song...
Friday, August 3, 2012
If I had a nickle for every time I attempted to start and finish a new post... I'd have a shitload of nickles...
...And all I can think of is how glad I am at this moment that you can't smell breath over the internet... My next book will be called "Coffee: it's whore-ish tendencies to ruin my fantasticness..."
Moving right along...
Seriously, if I had a nickle for EVERY SINGLE TIME I opened up my page, attempted a post...and deleted it... I'd be a rich bitch... just sayin...
I haven't even written in my personal journal in over a month... Actually; hold please...
June 20th... that was the last entry... There is maybe one person reading this and scratching their head at how odd that sounds...so much time between entries...and this is a person who, after high school, would call me and say "So, what did I do for New Year's, '98??" And yes... I would be able to answer. Sad but true...
And the last entry was about how our uncle went missing...and he was recently "found"... I did not finish that entry... it stops mid page...
It's a sad, tragic story and all I can say is...he will be missed.
Especially by the children in his life. Tio was a big hit with the kids.
I wanted to get up and say something at his service, but there was a lot going on and I just wanted the day to end... for some reason it was harder for me to do the "Celebration of Life" thing that day... I know why... but it's none ya bidness...
What I would have said was this:
I will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart for Tio... for what he did for my wonderful F.I.L.... (see what I did there?)
When Felipe got sick, Tio came out... NO questions asked. "Bro needs me? DONE!" Cause that's the kind of guy he was. The very first time I met him was at Tita Carmen's funeral. I didn't see him again until he came out to care for his brother...
The first time I went to the house to re-introduce ourselves to this long lost uncle, Thing 1 was asking her Gma for something... and annoyingly I might add. Because at Gma and Gpa's anything goes. Well, with Gpa not really able to much anymore, I was really getting on the little one to start doing things herself. Get your own snacks, take yourself to the bathroom (she milked that one DRY I tell you) and so on...
Well, on this particular day, Gpa turns to his brother and says "Hey, Mija wants to play with her playdough... Play with her."
Now, if this was most families, I'm sure Gpa would have been met with a certain amount of cynicism... or something opposite of what happened...
Without hesitation or question... Tio disappeared up into the girliest of girl rooms, and came down with the playdough set in tow... And he sat there, with his bad knees, and played with her until his brother needed him for something...then he came back and continued on playing... He gave his great niece something that day... he gave her back her grandpa time that she was already starting to miss because gpa couldn't play and move around like he used to with her. And they played ALOT... so she noticed when he had to stop. But that day... she got her grandpa back... and many days after.
I wanted to cry...that was so awesome...
And I wanted to cry last night too...
Sitting on the couch, thing 2 draining a rice bottle... nice evening air flowing through our little house... (I'm setting a scene here bitches) watching re-runs of The Wonder Years... Harley cleaned the living room of her Hiroshima like proportion of toy explosion and came out of her room... disappeared into my room... she doesn't DO that... like EVAH... Came out with the paper from Tio's service in one hand...and her Gpa's in the other.
I lost it.
She already had little tears in her eyes...
One thing is for sure. I am in a whole new league here. I did NOT know loss like that when I was her age. I know that my hubby didn't either. So... as to what to do in this situation? We are winging it like a bastard cause we are at a loss as to how to handle it.
One more short story about Tio...kinda...
The kiddo has a lion named Leo... Tio's name is Leo...
She thought that maybe that's too many Leo's...she changed his name to Larry.
His name is Leo again...
Moving right along...
Seriously, if I had a nickle for EVERY SINGLE TIME I opened up my page, attempted a post...and deleted it... I'd be a rich bitch... just sayin...
I haven't even written in my personal journal in over a month... Actually; hold please...
June 20th... that was the last entry... There is maybe one person reading this and scratching their head at how odd that sounds...so much time between entries...and this is a person who, after high school, would call me and say "So, what did I do for New Year's, '98??" And yes... I would be able to answer. Sad but true...
And the last entry was about how our uncle went missing...and he was recently "found"... I did not finish that entry... it stops mid page...
It's a sad, tragic story and all I can say is...he will be missed.
Especially by the children in his life. Tio was a big hit with the kids.
I wanted to get up and say something at his service, but there was a lot going on and I just wanted the day to end... for some reason it was harder for me to do the "Celebration of Life" thing that day... I know why... but it's none ya bidness...
What I would have said was this:
I will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart for Tio... for what he did for my wonderful F.I.L.... (see what I did there?)
When Felipe got sick, Tio came out... NO questions asked. "Bro needs me? DONE!" Cause that's the kind of guy he was. The very first time I met him was at Tita Carmen's funeral. I didn't see him again until he came out to care for his brother...
The first time I went to the house to re-introduce ourselves to this long lost uncle, Thing 1 was asking her Gma for something... and annoyingly I might add. Because at Gma and Gpa's anything goes. Well, with Gpa not really able to much anymore, I was really getting on the little one to start doing things herself. Get your own snacks, take yourself to the bathroom (she milked that one DRY I tell you) and so on...
Well, on this particular day, Gpa turns to his brother and says "Hey, Mija wants to play with her playdough... Play with her."
Now, if this was most families, I'm sure Gpa would have been met with a certain amount of cynicism... or something opposite of what happened...
Without hesitation or question... Tio disappeared up into the girliest of girl rooms, and came down with the playdough set in tow... And he sat there, with his bad knees, and played with her until his brother needed him for something...then he came back and continued on playing... He gave his great niece something that day... he gave her back her grandpa time that she was already starting to miss because gpa couldn't play and move around like he used to with her. And they played ALOT... so she noticed when he had to stop. But that day... she got her grandpa back... and many days after.
I wanted to cry...that was so awesome...
And I wanted to cry last night too...
Sitting on the couch, thing 2 draining a rice bottle... nice evening air flowing through our little house... (I'm setting a scene here bitches) watching re-runs of The Wonder Years... Harley cleaned the living room of her Hiroshima like proportion of toy explosion and came out of her room... disappeared into my room... she doesn't DO that... like EVAH... Came out with the paper from Tio's service in one hand...and her Gpa's in the other.
I lost it.
She already had little tears in her eyes...
One thing is for sure. I am in a whole new league here. I did NOT know loss like that when I was her age. I know that my hubby didn't either. So... as to what to do in this situation? We are winging it like a bastard cause we are at a loss as to how to handle it.
One more short story about Tio...kinda...
The kiddo has a lion named Leo... Tio's name is Leo...
She thought that maybe that's too many Leo's...she changed his name to Larry.
His name is Leo again...
Thursday, April 12, 2012
♫♪Grandpa...Tell Me 'Bout the Good Ole Days...♪♫
I never thought I would find myself in a world without Grandpas...It's a weird notion...and I never thought about it. I took for granted the fact that mine and Antonio's parents had us at early ages...and that we were having our children early and that they would be surrounded by grandparents and so much more love than they would get from us. Wow... I couldn't have BEEN more wrong. Just added it to the laundry list of things I have been wrong about and moved on... When I grew up, I had my pop's dad, my mom's mom and her third husband who I lovingly referred to as Grandpa Davy and my mom's dad was more like a watermark on our lives because his wife was bat-chit crazy mang.
When my mom got remarried, even though I could have cared less for the man, I really liked his parents. I loved is parents...they were my grandparents. I loved how his mom insisted on getting everyone's addresses in line at the grocery store. I thought it was ridiculous, but I really loved it. It screamed the time she came from. My Grandma Mary was very progressive and very few things came from her as a shadow of the past. She wouldn't step foot oustside in her housecoat and she wouldn't receive guests without filling them food...other than that, she had some very progressive thoughts. Loved it. I had sooo much grandparent love it was ridiculous. I even remember telling Grandma Mary that... I was happy I had so much multigenerational experience to fall back on. And of all things that I wanted for my children that I did or didn't have as a child... they won't have that. They have their grandma's. That's it. As of probably this weekend, they will be in a world without Grandpa's. My pop was taken from us when I was 22... Yeah, I had him for a while...but I wasn't done with him yet.
Luckily, I had an awesome fiancee (husband now) and his family was awesome... I thought, I know that if I ever needed anything in the dad realm, I could call my future father in law in an instant and he would drop what he was doing to help me. So, I said goodbye to my pop and figured that you just can't have too many good things in life and someone decided before the levee broke that something had to go... And now, my beloved father in law is talking to his wife about taking him off life support because he is ready to leave behind his disease riddled body.
My daughters, Thing 1 and Thing 2, are in very different positions... Thing 1 is 6 and a half and can remember all the times she spent Friday and Saturday at Grandpa and Grandma's and spent all day Friday with Grandpa cause Grandma works and all day Saturday with Grandma cause she needed to get her time in before Mom and Dad (which am us) came to scoop her up. She is in a difficult position because she loves her Grandpa and doesn't want him to go. Thing 2 on the other hand will never know her Grandpa and will only hear the story about how he held on as long as he could to see her born and feel her soft little feet on his cheek because he couldn't hold her hand.
When one door opens, a window closes and so forth... I can checkerboard a pattern proof of this in my life. So I can't be too surprised... I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop because it always does. I don't necessarily lead my life in a manner expecting the worst...but I am always prepared for it for the most part. I know life can't go on perfectly, so I am not terribly dissappointed all the time when things don't go my way. Pleasantly surprised is always a good way to be... and particularly bummed is a common occurence. Fine. I can deal with that.
But when I can't deal with it...I get my hair done...Or I polish my nails. Or change the laces in my shoes. It's these small things in life that I CAN control completely that help me get through the organized chaos of my life.
Meanwhile, here I sit, work completely done waiting for a phone call from my sweet sweet partner in life who hasn't dealt with this at all and will definitely need someone at his side when it does...because it will...and it'll hit the poor guy like a ton of fuckin bricks. And that is why I am here, I am here to catch him when he falls... I feel damned lucky that I GET to catch him when he falls. That's why I'm his wife :)
On a completely different note: did you know that you can find Transformers the original cartoon on at 4am?
When my mom got remarried, even though I could have cared less for the man, I really liked his parents. I loved is parents...they were my grandparents. I loved how his mom insisted on getting everyone's addresses in line at the grocery store. I thought it was ridiculous, but I really loved it. It screamed the time she came from. My Grandma Mary was very progressive and very few things came from her as a shadow of the past. She wouldn't step foot oustside in her housecoat and she wouldn't receive guests without filling them food...other than that, she had some very progressive thoughts. Loved it. I had sooo much grandparent love it was ridiculous. I even remember telling Grandma Mary that... I was happy I had so much multigenerational experience to fall back on. And of all things that I wanted for my children that I did or didn't have as a child... they won't have that. They have their grandma's. That's it. As of probably this weekend, they will be in a world without Grandpa's. My pop was taken from us when I was 22... Yeah, I had him for a while...but I wasn't done with him yet.
Luckily, I had an awesome fiancee (husband now) and his family was awesome... I thought, I know that if I ever needed anything in the dad realm, I could call my future father in law in an instant and he would drop what he was doing to help me. So, I said goodbye to my pop and figured that you just can't have too many good things in life and someone decided before the levee broke that something had to go... And now, my beloved father in law is talking to his wife about taking him off life support because he is ready to leave behind his disease riddled body.
My daughters, Thing 1 and Thing 2, are in very different positions... Thing 1 is 6 and a half and can remember all the times she spent Friday and Saturday at Grandpa and Grandma's and spent all day Friday with Grandpa cause Grandma works and all day Saturday with Grandma cause she needed to get her time in before Mom and Dad (which am us) came to scoop her up. She is in a difficult position because she loves her Grandpa and doesn't want him to go. Thing 2 on the other hand will never know her Grandpa and will only hear the story about how he held on as long as he could to see her born and feel her soft little feet on his cheek because he couldn't hold her hand.
When one door opens, a window closes and so forth... I can checkerboard a pattern proof of this in my life. So I can't be too surprised... I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop because it always does. I don't necessarily lead my life in a manner expecting the worst...but I am always prepared for it for the most part. I know life can't go on perfectly, so I am not terribly dissappointed all the time when things don't go my way. Pleasantly surprised is always a good way to be... and particularly bummed is a common occurence. Fine. I can deal with that.
But when I can't deal with it...I get my hair done...Or I polish my nails. Or change the laces in my shoes. It's these small things in life that I CAN control completely that help me get through the organized chaos of my life.
Meanwhile, here I sit, work completely done waiting for a phone call from my sweet sweet partner in life who hasn't dealt with this at all and will definitely need someone at his side when it does...because it will...and it'll hit the poor guy like a ton of fuckin bricks. And that is why I am here, I am here to catch him when he falls... I feel damned lucky that I GET to catch him when he falls. That's why I'm his wife :)
On a completely different note: did you know that you can find Transformers the original cartoon on at 4am?
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