Wow, it's been a while. **cough** Excuse me while I brush the dust off of everything in here. It is a bit of a mess, can't imagine where all this crap comes from, especially when no one has been home!
Sorry, I've been away for a while. The first part of the year has been pretty tough and things don't seem to be getting much better. One of my co-workers has been diagnosed with breast cancer and is out of the office this week after her surgery. Luckily they were able to do a lumpectomy (sp?). Another co-worker is having heart issues, another one has a daughter who has been diagnosed with cervical cancer...just lots of joy and laughter here at work.
I have been wandering around reading blogs, not commenting much, but I have been reading you guys...and there is always drama going on in the blogosphere. I don't need drama, I have enough in my own life. I need humour, fun, all the good things that go on. I want to spit my Diet Coke through my nose onto my computer screen when I read someones blog.
So, come on guys, give me a hand....do something funny...'mkay??
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Hi There!
Monday, January 12, 2009
I received the phone call this morning at 3:34 am ET.
The following is from one of his grandchildren:
Dear Grandpa,
I know you haven’t been feeling well and you might not be able to read this by the time I get it to you. I also know times might be rough and life might not be the easiest right now. You still make it through day but day.Even though it has been a long time ago. I still remember the days you would play trucks and tractors with me when no one else would. Even the time we went camping you would play trucks in the sand on the beach with me.It must be painful to watch us as you lay there. BUT NO NEED to fret we all look at you just the same. I hate to watch you fade away like an innocent sand castle slowly falling apart. There are people that don’t understand what you are saying, but I can. The screams of anger, the helplessness you feel, the words you want to say. Don’t fret I can hear those word.All the times we had together are now memories, But our memories together, are just like diamonds. they last forever and will always be shiny and clear. The words and wisdom from you will run through my head forever. You will always be in my memory.You don’t need to worry about a thing because as I watch you lay there in that bed I think that is your sandbox and I will play with you as you did with me.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Daddy
I'm waiting for that one phone call that everyone dreads. The phone call where part of your life ends.
Friday night the hospice nurse told my mother my father had 24 hours. Today is Sunday and he is still with us. Today the nurse came by and can't believe he is still with us.
It's time to go daddy. I love you, but it's time to rest.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
What do you do when someone you thought was a friend, someone who you really care about and who you thought cared about you, rips out your heart, stomps on it and then turns and walks away?
What do you do when you have known this person for 15 years, shared more with this person than you do your husband, know more about this persons life than anyone else does, and yet she throws it all away?
What do you do when you opened up your life and your home to this person for 18 months, had them living with you, including them in every aspect of your personal, professional and community life and they don't give a shit?
How do you ever get over knowing that someone you thought was a friend was just using you?
How do you ever trust anyone ever again?
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