Friday, March 6, 2015

Meg's Music

I'm going to pick a song from the lists of music Megan gave to me and post on Fridays.

I couldn't listen to this Judy Collins song for a long time, but I can today.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Double Digits

My baby turns 10 today!!!

Where has the time gone?

He's 5'1" - growing up much too quickly.

Happy Birthday Choncho.

 
 
 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Board with the same Valentines Gift each year?

Give them a sign that you love them!

For $15, they can be yours.
















 

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Bathroom Updates

When my husband was in Virginia Beach this past Fall, I took on a little project or two.

The bathrooms in this house just made me crazy. Linoleum on the floor, wrap around oak cabinets, builder mirrors, etc.

Blah.

I should have taken better before and after pics, but I was more focused with getting the job done before the husband returned than I was with snapping pics.

It is always more work than you anticipate.  The wrap around hideous counter was a beast to get separated from the wall.  That then resulted in wall repair, sanding, etc.

Each bathroom got new paint, flooring, trim, toilet, vanity, sink and faucet.  I added molding and rosettes to the mirrors to save a little cash.  I also took some extra molding and added a high rail with coat hooks for the boys to hang their towels on in their bathroom.

All in all I was pretty pleased with the update.

Two of three bathrooms (plus one entry way) down.


BEFORE

AFTERS





Tuesday, January 27, 2015

30

My sister would have turned 30 today.

The only thing I remember about her being born is that she was born at UW.  I was 12 years old and we lived in West Seattle at 5440 42nd Ave off of California Ave.  I remembering looking over and she was in a laundry basket.  She was itty bitty - maybe 4 pounds max.

She wasn't due until March and came so early.  That was a gift - an extra six weeks with her on this Earth.   

Happy Birthday Megs!




   

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

**WARNING**

I was trying to prepare my oldest son for the experience that is the DOL.  You all know exactly what I'm talking about.

I tried checking the wait time online before we left to limit the experience.  The wait time said 4 minutes, so I rushed everyone out of the house to take advantage.

In the end, the wait ended up being only about 15 minutes, but we had a lifetime of experiences packed in that glorious 15 minutes.  A guy named Guillermo yelling at a DOL employee, calling him a racist (may I say the employee being yelled at was from El Salvador) and jumping in whatever line he felt like to rant and rave about the racist employee back at the entry of the DOL.  It was an experience.

Despite above said experience, we did leave with a Drivers Permit in hand.  Hopefully this was a motivation to perform well on future driving test so as to limit any time you may need to spend at the DOL again.

Fair warning people - my kid is on the road.

He's such a good boy.  I neglected to previously mention that not only did he receive the award for Team Captain, he won the team To the Top Award.  It was such an honor to see him receive the award. He continues to make me proud day after day.  I just wish he'd stop growing up so quickly.


Saturday, January 3, 2015

7 months & a new year

The purpose of my blogging was to document & journal the lives of our family.

I have them bound into books by years.

Some days my boys will be able to look back over this and recall the things we did.

2014 threw me for a loop though.   I felt like the every day was minuscule compared to the bigger things that were going on in our lives.  I didn't want to continually write about those things for two reasons.

One - I didn't want people to land on this page and think geez, does she ever blog about anything else. Yes I realize that life carries on and there are good and great things in my life.  But honestly, this is what consumes my minds and thoughts.

Two - I felt like a liar blogging about my every day life.  It just seemed insignificant considering what we had been going through.  How am I going to sit down and write about whatever the event of the day was when that's really NOT what is going through my brain.  I didn't know how to share my real thoughts.

What was really going through my brain was the thought that the last thing my sister wanted to eat was apple slices from McDonalds, or how milky white her feet were when I rubbed them the night before she died, or why did the Firemen make her walk to the ambulance when she couldn't even breathe, or why one of her parents wanted absolutely nothing to do with any of her arrangements, or why some dumb lady felt it was her place to post to Facebook things about my sister that she did not even know to solicit sympathy, or who she was talking to in the room that I couldn't see moments before she died, or why certain people don't even acknowledge that my sister is gone or maybe even that NO I don't want to hear about what you were told someone looked like in your family when they died.  These are the thoughts that cycle through my brain if I'm going to be honest.

Overall, really I would sit down to post something meaningful, then number one would make me pause and wonder if I should and number two would simply shut the book.  I would just back away from any keyboard looking at a blank screen and be done.

How I feel can't really be typed up in a nice pretty little blog post anyway.  It's not pretty and it doesn't come with a bow or pretty pictures.  I can't explain it.  It's just understood by others who have gone through the same thing.  That is where I find comfort - in the people I don't have to explain one word of it too.  They just get it.

Sometimes I feel like I have two lives.  One is my life and the other are the thoughts behind it known only to me tucked deep inside my mind and heart.

I have found the hardest time for me is driving in my car by myself with music on.  My mind wanders and sometimes I let it and other times I simply have to change the song because I just can't go there.

Over the past 210 days, I found myself measuring in Fridays.  Friday was the day it happened.  It was a beautiful morning, clear and sunny.  As we left the ER, a bubbly and bright nurse said "have a great day!"  She didn't know that we were leaving minus one and that it wasn't going to be a great day.

Maybe not for a long time.

Last night on the way home, I realized it was seven months to the date and yet another dreadful Friday.  It was the first time in seven months I did not realize it was a Friday.  I mentioned this to my husband late last night and he had not even realized that I had been doing this and was surprised by that. My only surprise was that I hadn't done it for the first time in seven months.

Maybe that's progress.