Hubby has returned to school. As an academic geek, I am totally stoked on this. I get to help him with his homework. And I already refer to him as my "boy toy", so calling him my "college boy toy" was just the next logical step.
And I must say, he's taken to it rather well. From what I've been told, he wasn't one that was much for school when he was in high school (how many teenagers are?), but he diligently goes to class, and does his homework without me having to prompt him (most of the time). He asks questions and seems genuinely excited when he comes home from school and tells me about his day.
Frankly, it's making me a little jealous. I think if we didn't need to have someone employed, that I might sign up to go back to school too. Sadly, this is not a possibility. I'll just have to live vicariously through him at the moment.
What would I go back to school for, you might ask? Believe it or not, I have considered being a therapist. But, you know those people who work at their favorite retail store until they realize that they're only working to pay for the things they are buying at the store? Yeah, that would be me as a therapist. Besides, if people aren't paying me, I can tell them they're an idiot without the threat of a lawsuit.
So for now, I'll sit back and enjoy helping my hubby with his homework. His professors should be happy he has me to help him, or they would get some very inappropriate papers... Hubby has little to no filters.
On that note, for your pure amusement, I present to you, Danisms:
Dan: Ooo! A Shelby Cobra!
Me (driving): Where?
Dan: In a parking lot back there.
Me: Silly me, I'm focusing on cars on the road, not cars in parking lots.
Dan: I know. That's why I said "Ooo!" for you.
Me: So you said "Ooo!" in lieu of me?
Dan: Yes, I in lieu "Ooo!"d.
Me: What's my favorite color?
Dan: Deer.
Me: What are we going to do today, Pinky?
Dan: Fill chickens with helium and use them as balloons.
Me: I told you last week, NO!
Dan: Oh, come on. We can just tell people they're animatronic.
Me: Why must you insist on pooping in the bathroom?!?
Dan: Because if I poop anywhere else in the house, you yell at me.
Me: Bring me an ice cream sandwich.
Dan: White or whole wheat?
Me: What?!
Dan: Bread, vanilla ice cream, lettuce, tomato... You know, ice cream sandwich!
Dan and I were watching Redneck Island and one of the contestants kept changing his answer to the question "Are you married?" I looked at Dan and said, "You'd never do that, right?" He said, "Hell no! I'd tell all of them that I'm married. Very married. Very happily married. And that my wife will hunt me down and kill me if I ever even hint otherwise."
Me (talking to myself): Hmmmm. I'll have to check that out.
Dan: What's that?
Me: A billboard we passed... For a place that sells corsets and lingerie.
Dan: Yeah?
Me: They have Romance Classes.
Dan: Oh, you don't need to check into that.
Me: Why not?
Dan: I think you're perfectly romantic enough.
Me: (blank stare) Yeah.... Cuz I was gonna call for ME.
Dan: I have a wife, that's much better than a girlfriend.
Me: Why is that better than a girlfriend?
Dan: Because if I had a girlfriend, you'd kill her. And me. If I just have a wife, I get to live.
Dan: Maybe this weekend you and the girls can go do something together. Something girly. Like shooting flowers or something.
Well, that's all folks.... Until next time!
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Changing my "About Me"
It is with deep sorrow that I must announce that in the wee hours of Tuesday, July 9th, 2013, my little dragon grew wings. He fought valiantly, and even surprised me with how long he survived in the end. When he passed, he hadn't eaten in a full week and hadn't drank any water in three days. My only solace is the knowledge that he is no longer in pain. I know he was loved and not alone when he went. I miss him with every breath. I keep thinking I hear him meow.
That being said, I realized, like all the dumb things you think about in the days following a loved one's passing, that I will now need to update my 'About Me' to show that I live with my TWO cats rather than three. I refuse. He may no longer be with me physically, but he's still in my heart.
My mother cried when I told her. My mother. Cried. And told me that she hopes when she gets old and is dying, that I take care of her just as well as I did with Harley. I told her I promised I would.
My other two? They're.... adjusting. Loki mopes around, but if he sees me getting sad, he does something adorable to make me smile. Shoe has been a tad skittish. He doesn't adjust well to change. And he knows Momma is sad.
Overall, I must say I am quite lucky. I have plenty of support from my family and friends. My step-daughter, when we called to tell the children, just said, "I wish I was there to hug you." She's such a good kid. Fortunately, they all had a chance to say goodbye to Harley just days before he passed. I'm sure it will be hard the next time they are up, but we'll get through it together.
Some people might say, "He's just a cat." Right before I punched them in the throat, mind you... But the thing is, he wasn't just a cat. He was someone who has been by my side constantly for the last 16 years. He was my friend. My confidant. The one who loved me when I was unlovable. The one who kept me alive when I didn't want to be. The one who comforted me when I was sad. The one who always reminded me that life goes on, even when his was ending. I loved that grumpy, crotchety old bastard. And my life has been forever changed because he was in it.
Rest in Peace, Harley.
That being said, I realized, like all the dumb things you think about in the days following a loved one's passing, that I will now need to update my 'About Me' to show that I live with my TWO cats rather than three. I refuse. He may no longer be with me physically, but he's still in my heart.
My mother cried when I told her. My mother. Cried. And told me that she hopes when she gets old and is dying, that I take care of her just as well as I did with Harley. I told her I promised I would.
My other two? They're.... adjusting. Loki mopes around, but if he sees me getting sad, he does something adorable to make me smile. Shoe has been a tad skittish. He doesn't adjust well to change. And he knows Momma is sad.
Overall, I must say I am quite lucky. I have plenty of support from my family and friends. My step-daughter, when we called to tell the children, just said, "I wish I was there to hug you." She's such a good kid. Fortunately, they all had a chance to say goodbye to Harley just days before he passed. I'm sure it will be hard the next time they are up, but we'll get through it together.
Some people might say, "He's just a cat." Right before I punched them in the throat, mind you... But the thing is, he wasn't just a cat. He was someone who has been by my side constantly for the last 16 years. He was my friend. My confidant. The one who loved me when I was unlovable. The one who kept me alive when I didn't want to be. The one who comforted me when I was sad. The one who always reminded me that life goes on, even when his was ending. I loved that grumpy, crotchety old bastard. And my life has been forever changed because he was in it.
Rest in Peace, Harley.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
It's Pre-July
That's right, folks. June no longer exists in my world. Well, ok, June 6th. Maybe June 18th. But that's it. Earlier this month, a good friend of my husband and I passed away very unexpectedly. Like, I-still-can't-believe-he's-not-here unexpectedly. Couple this with the passing of another of our good friends three years ago, followed by the passing of my father three days after, followed by my brother-in-law passing two years to the date of my father... Well... You may be able to see why I might be a tad jumpy when the phone rings these days.
The good news is, I still have my little dragon. That's right. Harley is still kicking it, much to the surprise of my vet. When I called for refills on his prescriptions she said, "Frankly, I'm a bit surprised you're still calling me about him. He must be a real fighter." Oh honey, you have NO idea.
People always ask, "Is he still eating? You'll know he's near the end when he stops eating." And the answer is yes. He is eating me out of house and home. Why, you may ask? Because he now mostly only eats premium food. Oh, I still give him the usual stuff. And he'll eat that too, but the second I say the "v" word, he forgets there's anything else...
The "v" word, you may ask? My friend Jen was up visiting, shortly after Harley's diagnosis. We had to run out to pick up more cat food and I said I was thinking of buying him a treat, just to spoil him a little. (Cuz that never happens....) Jen says, "You can buy him venison..." You've never seen a sixteen-year-old-cat-with-cancer's head snap around so fast. His ears perked up and his eyes got big. (I'm talking Disney big.) It was decided.
Now, for those of you who know me, you know that my totem animal is the deer. As such, I cannot stand venison. Yes, I've actually tried venison. Venison steak, venison jerky, venison sausage... yuck, yuck, YUCK. I can't even stand the smell of venison. So the fact that my cat wanted to eat venison was already a tad disconcerting.
Flash forward to the pet supply store. We pick up the usual cat food (special food for my Shoe, nummy food for my Loki, and nutritious food for my Harley). I then proceed to walk up and down the aisles looking for venison. At first, I must admit I wasn't looking that hard. But then, realizing I had promised Harley I would pick some up for him, it became a mission. After what seemed like forever, I finally found ONE company (one!) that had venison in gravy. In a teeeeeeeny tiiiiiny can. For almost a dollar each. Each can. Each teeny freakin' can. But... a promise is a promise, so I picked one up for him.
I admit, I had hoped he wouldn't like it. I had hoped he would think it was disgusting like I do. I swear, I puke a little in my mouth when I open the can. The smell... Urgh... the smell... Anyway, I give him the can. He devours it in no time flat and then looks at me as if to say, "That can was tiny. You bought more than one, right? RIGHT?" *sigh*
So now, I get woken up every morning, usually 1/2 hour BEFORE my alarm goes off, by Harley standing on my head and screaming. He does this until I get up and give him venison. I've tried everything. I've tried to ignore him. Somehow, I can manage to block out the deafening yell in my ear, but can't get past when he tickles my nose with his whiskers. (Never let him fool you into thinking he ain't smart.) I've tried getting up and giving him regular food. He eats a bit of that and then goes back to standing on my head and doing his impression of an ambulance. The only thing I've found that even attempts to work is to kick all of the cats out of the bedroom and shut the door. This, of course, prevents him from standing on my head, but only makes the screaming louder. And I hadn't thought it could GET louder.... The instant that I put him in the hall and shut the door, he turns and yells louder and louder until I let him back in. Should the screaming not work, it escalates to pounding on the door.
On those rare occasions where he gives up before I give in, he does so only long enough to throw up EV-ERY-WHERE. Once the whole house is covered in cat vomit, he then goes back to screaming and pounding on the door. He's persistent, I'll give him that...
Well, I'd keep writing, but I guess it's time for more venison. There's a cat on my head. Screaming. Loudly. Subtle, he ain't....
The good news is, I still have my little dragon. That's right. Harley is still kicking it, much to the surprise of my vet. When I called for refills on his prescriptions she said, "Frankly, I'm a bit surprised you're still calling me about him. He must be a real fighter." Oh honey, you have NO idea.
People always ask, "Is he still eating? You'll know he's near the end when he stops eating." And the answer is yes. He is eating me out of house and home. Why, you may ask? Because he now mostly only eats premium food. Oh, I still give him the usual stuff. And he'll eat that too, but the second I say the "v" word, he forgets there's anything else...
The "v" word, you may ask? My friend Jen was up visiting, shortly after Harley's diagnosis. We had to run out to pick up more cat food and I said I was thinking of buying him a treat, just to spoil him a little. (Cuz that never happens....) Jen says, "You can buy him venison..." You've never seen a sixteen-year-old-cat-with-cancer's head snap around so fast. His ears perked up and his eyes got big. (I'm talking Disney big.) It was decided.
Now, for those of you who know me, you know that my totem animal is the deer. As such, I cannot stand venison. Yes, I've actually tried venison. Venison steak, venison jerky, venison sausage... yuck, yuck, YUCK. I can't even stand the smell of venison. So the fact that my cat wanted to eat venison was already a tad disconcerting.
Flash forward to the pet supply store. We pick up the usual cat food (special food for my Shoe, nummy food for my Loki, and nutritious food for my Harley). I then proceed to walk up and down the aisles looking for venison. At first, I must admit I wasn't looking that hard. But then, realizing I had promised Harley I would pick some up for him, it became a mission. After what seemed like forever, I finally found ONE company (one!) that had venison in gravy. In a teeeeeeeny tiiiiiny can. For almost a dollar each. Each can. Each teeny freakin' can. But... a promise is a promise, so I picked one up for him.
I admit, I had hoped he wouldn't like it. I had hoped he would think it was disgusting like I do. I swear, I puke a little in my mouth when I open the can. The smell... Urgh... the smell... Anyway, I give him the can. He devours it in no time flat and then looks at me as if to say, "That can was tiny. You bought more than one, right? RIGHT?" *sigh*
So now, I get woken up every morning, usually 1/2 hour BEFORE my alarm goes off, by Harley standing on my head and screaming. He does this until I get up and give him venison. I've tried everything. I've tried to ignore him. Somehow, I can manage to block out the deafening yell in my ear, but can't get past when he tickles my nose with his whiskers. (Never let him fool you into thinking he ain't smart.) I've tried getting up and giving him regular food. He eats a bit of that and then goes back to standing on my head and doing his impression of an ambulance. The only thing I've found that even attempts to work is to kick all of the cats out of the bedroom and shut the door. This, of course, prevents him from standing on my head, but only makes the screaming louder. And I hadn't thought it could GET louder.... The instant that I put him in the hall and shut the door, he turns and yells louder and louder until I let him back in. Should the screaming not work, it escalates to pounding on the door.
On those rare occasions where he gives up before I give in, he does so only long enough to throw up EV-ERY-WHERE. Once the whole house is covered in cat vomit, he then goes back to screaming and pounding on the door. He's persistent, I'll give him that...
Well, I'd keep writing, but I guess it's time for more venison. There's a cat on my head. Screaming. Loudly. Subtle, he ain't....
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Which D & D Character Are You?
I Am A: Lawful Neutral Human Druid (6th Level)
Ability Scores:
Strength-11
Dexterity-11
Constitution-13
Intelligence-19
Wisdom-15
Charisma-15
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs him. Order and organization are paramount to him. He may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or he may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government. Lawful neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you are reliable and honorable without being a zealot. However, lawful neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all freedom, choice, and diversity in society.
Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
Class:
Druids gain power not by ruling nature but by being at one with it. They hate the unnatural, including aberrations or undead, and destroy them where possible. Druids receive divine spells from nature, not the gods, and can gain an array of powers as they gain experience, including the ability to take the shapes of animals. The weapons and armor of a druid are restricted by their traditional oaths, not simply training. A druid's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast.
Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)
Ability Scores:
Strength-11
Dexterity-11
Constitution-13
Intelligence-19
Wisdom-15
Charisma-15
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs him. Order and organization are paramount to him. He may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or he may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government. Lawful neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you are reliable and honorable without being a zealot. However, lawful neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all freedom, choice, and diversity in society.
Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
Class:
Druids gain power not by ruling nature but by being at one with it. They hate the unnatural, including aberrations or undead, and destroy them where possible. Druids receive divine spells from nature, not the gods, and can gain an array of powers as they gain experience, including the ability to take the shapes of animals. The weapons and armor of a druid are restricted by their traditional oaths, not simply training. A druid's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast.
Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)
Thursday, May 2, 2013
My old man has cancer. Found out a couple weeks ago. Took me this long to be able to say it without bursting into tears. He's still fighting, but I wait with baited breath every morning to hear him yell at me to wake up. So far so good. Wish I could be more upbeat, but hey....
Man, this blog is getting depressing. I'll have to have my husband post. He's pretty weird.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
It All Started With An Ad for Christian Mingle
I'm a fan of the phrase "Once a cheater, always a cheater." When my friends say "I'm thinking of getting back together with [insert random cheater's name here]." that's the phrase that, at the very least, pops into my head (most of the time, it comes out of my mouth as well).
Today, however, I was brought back to one of my own No-So-Proud moments.... I saw an ad for Christian Mingle - you know, some I'm-Hot-But-Not-In-An-Unattainable-Way guy looking for some secular lovin'. And no, I wasn't searching for that sort of thing... Unless my email knows something I don't know...
Anyway... I considered that I thought this gentleman (I'm assuming, of course) looked like an ex of mine. Mind you, I think this same thing every time I see this same ad. However, today, it brought to mind some things from my past. You see, well, "Hello. My name is Rayanna Deerfox. And I'm a cheater." Everyone, say hello....
Now, before you get all "Oh, Ray, I'm so SHOCKED!" on me, let me explain.... What I consider to be cheating is not often what others would consider cheating, so.... In my particular circumstance, I was split up from my husband, but we weren't officially divorced, when a friend of his - a man, mind you, that I had.. well... wanted... since the day I had met him (but never so much as breathed that fact to anyone, of course) - made a move on me. Now, considering I had lusted for this man (okay, sometimes you have to call a spade a spade) since the moment I laid eyes on him, I was shocked. Pleased, confused, and, yes, guilty. I'm not exactly proud of what I did for the next several months... sneaking around behind our friends backs and things... but regret it? No. Guilty, yes. Regret, never.
Anyway, that affair ended when I eventually met someone special (let's face it... the man in the previous paragraph was not the love of my life). I since wondered, though, whether I had broken my own moral code. Was I now, in fact, "always a cheater"? Considering my feelings on the topic, well...
Flash forward a few years to an evening when my man and I had a pretty bad fight. So bad, in fact, that I decided to have a night on the town... Out of town... With my male friend (an ex-boyfriend)(the guy who looks like the Christian Mingle ad dude)(and who still was able to, well, make me consider carnal needs...). I found out that evening what a good friend this man was. I got a tad tipsy and, living out of town, my friend offered to let me stay on his couch. The more drinks I had, the more flirtatious I was. Until I finally considered the possibility of... making a move on my ex. My friend graciously made no effort to encourage (or discourage, mind you) my flirtations, which brought me to a sobering point of, "what the **** am I doing?!?". I realized, in that moment, that I was not, in fact, "always a cheater". And my male friend was an awesome guy who let me come to that conclusion on my own without making me feel bad about it. Later, I realized, even if I had tried to "make a move", nothing would have happened - my friend is not That Guy. But he let me realize that I wasn't That Girl and that things, eventually, would work out with my beau and regret is something I try to live without.
Today, I look back at the months I spent with That Guy and smile fondly. I still feel a tad guilty, but I don't regret it at all. (*sigh* You wouldn't either...) And looking back on that one drunken evening, I feel like I dodged a bullet, but proved to myself who I WASN'T.
Do you think if I texted my friend, he would understand when I said, "Thank you, Christian Mingle Guy."? Maybe not, but I bet he'd be amused anyway...
Now, to think of something MUCH more amusing to post about next time....
Dueces!!!
Today, however, I was brought back to one of my own No-So-Proud moments.... I saw an ad for Christian Mingle - you know, some I'm-Hot-But-Not-In-An-Unattainable-Way guy looking for some secular lovin'. And no, I wasn't searching for that sort of thing... Unless my email knows something I don't know...
Anyway... I considered that I thought this gentleman (I'm assuming, of course) looked like an ex of mine. Mind you, I think this same thing every time I see this same ad. However, today, it brought to mind some things from my past. You see, well, "Hello. My name is Rayanna Deerfox. And I'm a cheater." Everyone, say hello....
Now, before you get all "Oh, Ray, I'm so SHOCKED!" on me, let me explain.... What I consider to be cheating is not often what others would consider cheating, so.... In my particular circumstance, I was split up from my husband, but we weren't officially divorced, when a friend of his - a man, mind you, that I had.. well... wanted... since the day I had met him (but never so much as breathed that fact to anyone, of course) - made a move on me. Now, considering I had lusted for this man (okay, sometimes you have to call a spade a spade) since the moment I laid eyes on him, I was shocked. Pleased, confused, and, yes, guilty. I'm not exactly proud of what I did for the next several months... sneaking around behind our friends backs and things... but regret it? No. Guilty, yes. Regret, never.
Anyway, that affair ended when I eventually met someone special (let's face it... the man in the previous paragraph was not the love of my life). I since wondered, though, whether I had broken my own moral code. Was I now, in fact, "always a cheater"? Considering my feelings on the topic, well...
Flash forward a few years to an evening when my man and I had a pretty bad fight. So bad, in fact, that I decided to have a night on the town... Out of town... With my male friend (an ex-boyfriend)(the guy who looks like the Christian Mingle ad dude)(and who still was able to, well, make me consider carnal needs...). I found out that evening what a good friend this man was. I got a tad tipsy and, living out of town, my friend offered to let me stay on his couch. The more drinks I had, the more flirtatious I was. Until I finally considered the possibility of... making a move on my ex. My friend graciously made no effort to encourage (or discourage, mind you) my flirtations, which brought me to a sobering point of, "what the **** am I doing?!?". I realized, in that moment, that I was not, in fact, "always a cheater". And my male friend was an awesome guy who let me come to that conclusion on my own without making me feel bad about it. Later, I realized, even if I had tried to "make a move", nothing would have happened - my friend is not That Guy. But he let me realize that I wasn't That Girl and that things, eventually, would work out with my beau and regret is something I try to live without.
Today, I look back at the months I spent with That Guy and smile fondly. I still feel a tad guilty, but I don't regret it at all. (*sigh* You wouldn't either...) And looking back on that one drunken evening, I feel like I dodged a bullet, but proved to myself who I WASN'T.
Do you think if I texted my friend, he would understand when I said, "Thank you, Christian Mingle Guy."? Maybe not, but I bet he'd be amused anyway...
Now, to think of something MUCH more amusing to post about next time....
Dueces!!!
Friday, February 22, 2013
Moving
So excited. We're moving. Finally. Much close to my job. Like, going from an hour and a half commute to a 10 minute commute. WHOOT!
Found a three bedroom split level home with a 2 1/2 car garage and fenced in back yard. Renting it for now, but if we like it we can buy it. Hubby and I will finally be able to spend some alone time. And, should the children decide to do so, we would finally have the room to have them come live with us (hint hint). If nothing else, they will have rooms and their own beds to sleep in when they come to stay with us.
Well, that's all for now. Sorry so short and un-amusing. Laters!
Saturday, January 5, 2013
2012 Update
So.... It's now 2013 and once again I check into my blog to find it's been several months since I last posted. In my defense, it was a really shitty year.
People who know me personally know that we were living with my husband's brother, Sam, who was very ill and awaiting a liver transplant. In June (two years to the date of my father's passing), he lost his battle with bilary artresia. My husband and I have decided that June no longer exists. From here on out, we will have May, then Pre-July, then July.
If that was not bad enough, it took until July to bury my brother-in-law. We scheduled a "last ride" for him from Wausaukee to Menominee where he was to be buried. We had significantly less people on the ride than we thought would have attended. Not only to celebrate Sam's life, but to support my husband. When my sister-in-law arrived at the funeral home, I found out that my 15 year old dog had passed unexpectedly that morning.
August came, and so did my wedding date. At the "reception" (went to dinner with the families), my father-in-law received a call to let him know someone had set fire to his cabin up north. The cabin which had been in the family for generations. Needless to say, it put quite a damper on the celebration.
Things did pick up, though, in September when we had the wedding ceremony and party. The night was a blast. I lasted most of the evening without breaking down. If you had told me when I was a teenager that I would cry at my wedding because my father wasn't there, I would have called you a liar. I'm so glad my father and I repaired our relationship after my teenage years.
In November, my husband was finally told by his doctors that there was nothing more that he could do for him and the workman's comp company decided they would no longer pay for future treatment. Legal proceedings are under way.
That all said, despite it seems that my 2012 was filled with sorrow, I must say it wasn't all bad. I had some really wonderful times with my brother-in-law before he passed. The ride to bury him was quite beautiful. I feel truly blessed by my "new" family. They make me understand how to live life to it's fullest and make me smile more often than I used to.
I was finally able to marry my long-time love, and we had a beautiful ceremony. The day was gorgeous and the evening quite fun. The pig roast was delicious, my aunt provided wonderful catering and a fun and beautiful wedding cake. Our wonderful friends joined us in our celebration and we partied late into the night. I will never forget finding Liz passed out on the toilet. And then seeing her several minutes later with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face.
Birthday and holiday celebrations have allowed me to spend some great times with my family. And reminded me that family doesn't always mean blood.
I am a very lucky and fortunate woman. 2013 promises to be a wonderful year. I have transferred to a different job in my company which is challenging as well as fulfilling. The pay doesn't hurt either. I hope to move closer to my job this year, though, as the hour and half commute each way is killing me (both in sleep and gas money). We have a lot of wonderful things to look forward this year.
Happy New Year, all! I hope your 2013 is wonderful and prosperous.
- The ever-absent Ray
People who know me personally know that we were living with my husband's brother, Sam, who was very ill and awaiting a liver transplant. In June (two years to the date of my father's passing), he lost his battle with bilary artresia. My husband and I have decided that June no longer exists. From here on out, we will have May, then Pre-July, then July.
If that was not bad enough, it took until July to bury my brother-in-law. We scheduled a "last ride" for him from Wausaukee to Menominee where he was to be buried. We had significantly less people on the ride than we thought would have attended. Not only to celebrate Sam's life, but to support my husband. When my sister-in-law arrived at the funeral home, I found out that my 15 year old dog had passed unexpectedly that morning.
August came, and so did my wedding date. At the "reception" (went to dinner with the families), my father-in-law received a call to let him know someone had set fire to his cabin up north. The cabin which had been in the family for generations. Needless to say, it put quite a damper on the celebration.
Things did pick up, though, in September when we had the wedding ceremony and party. The night was a blast. I lasted most of the evening without breaking down. If you had told me when I was a teenager that I would cry at my wedding because my father wasn't there, I would have called you a liar. I'm so glad my father and I repaired our relationship after my teenage years.
In November, my husband was finally told by his doctors that there was nothing more that he could do for him and the workman's comp company decided they would no longer pay for future treatment. Legal proceedings are under way.
That all said, despite it seems that my 2012 was filled with sorrow, I must say it wasn't all bad. I had some really wonderful times with my brother-in-law before he passed. The ride to bury him was quite beautiful. I feel truly blessed by my "new" family. They make me understand how to live life to it's fullest and make me smile more often than I used to.
I was finally able to marry my long-time love, and we had a beautiful ceremony. The day was gorgeous and the evening quite fun. The pig roast was delicious, my aunt provided wonderful catering and a fun and beautiful wedding cake. Our wonderful friends joined us in our celebration and we partied late into the night. I will never forget finding Liz passed out on the toilet. And then seeing her several minutes later with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face.
Birthday and holiday celebrations have allowed me to spend some great times with my family. And reminded me that family doesn't always mean blood.
I am a very lucky and fortunate woman. 2013 promises to be a wonderful year. I have transferred to a different job in my company which is challenging as well as fulfilling. The pay doesn't hurt either. I hope to move closer to my job this year, though, as the hour and half commute each way is killing me (both in sleep and gas money). We have a lot of wonderful things to look forward this year.
Happy New Year, all! I hope your 2013 is wonderful and prosperous.
- The ever-absent Ray
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