Thoughtful Thursday.....

Isn't it amazing how time flies? Seems like it was just yesterday when I was complaining about being sick and not wanting to write a Thoughtful Thursday post and now here we are, one week later. I feel a whole world better, let me tell ya it's great to be able to breath again! The allergies are tough, but they are nothing compared to bronchitis!

So onward with my thoughts for this week :)

This week I have been doing a lot of thinking about sports and other childhood group activities how my egg donor would react if I asked to join anything. I wanted to be a Brownie, she said NO WAY! I wanted to play soccer or basketball, she said NO WAY! I wanted to do something, anything, that wasn't at home but I always received a solid no every time I asked about anything or brought home a letter from school telling her about it. She had her usual lame excuses...no money, no time, I needed to be learning new songs not off playing like some ordinary kid. One of her favs was that I didn't need to join anything because I had all my brothers and sisters to play with. But still I longed to join the group, be a part of something, do something that would make me feel special. Some days, afterschool, I would follow the brownie troop across the field and try to join in. Occasionally my friend Carrie would invite me to join them and the leader would reluctantly agree, but she knew I wasn't a brownie member and so I didn't get to join in on their activities very often. I would just sit nearby listening to the leader talk or watch them work and imagine I was  apart of their little circle. In the end I always walked home sad and alone and definitely not a part of anything. It saddened me deeply to be a nobody, it still makes my heart ache when I think about that sad little girl I used to be. I look at her almost like she's a stranger some days and I so long to reach out and hold her, give her something she never had...but alas I can not because she is me and I am all grown up.

So what got me to thinking about all this??? It's simple, Orion is going to compete, once again, in the Massachusetts Youth State Championship for candlepin bowling. I spend so many hours at that bowling alley with him, encouraging him, and watching him, he simply amazes me! He has the highest average for boys under the age of 10 in our bowling alley. He was top pick to bowl in the competition. He will compete in the individual tournament this Saturday and then next Saturday will be the Doubles and Teams tournaments. Last year he won 1st place Teams, 1st place Individuals, 2nd place Doubles, Highest score for a single game AND Highest score of all games combined! He did AWESOME! I was so proud of him and this year we're right back in the same scenario and although he's nervous about having to hold his title, he's also very excited because he just seems to be a natural! This kid started bowling when he was 5 years old, after his first time he begged to go back. I put him on a league and he simply excelled! He seems to be a natural and when he's in his groove....WATCH OUT cause he will kick your butt! This isn't just Mama talking either lol He really is pretty awesome for a kid that is only 9 years old.

Anyway, if I had asked my mother to take me bowling when I was his age she would have said no instantly. She certainly wouldn't have let me join a league and wouldn't have spent at least 1 or 2 days a week down there watching me bowl. She wouldn't have made sure I made it there every single week just to be sure I get a perfect attendance award and if there was a scheduling conflict taken me down earlier so I could bowl off early and still get my perfect attendance award. Nope, she would have just told me to stay home and roll a ball at some old tin cans and play with my brothers and sisters and learn new songs. But on the other side of the picture, she has no clue what she was missing out on! She missed out on the pride I feel as a parent when I see my son excelling at something he truly enjoys doing. She missed out on the bonding experience of comforting her child when she failed to get the score she wanted and then the celebration when it was reached. She missed out on a lot, because I am sure I could have been good at something if only she gave me the chance to try. I love that I am able to give Orion his chance and I enjoy encouraging  him and reminding him how amazing he is to me. I love to watch how my words can change his whole attitude, like when he feels he just can't get it right and I look him in the eyes and say "I believe in you" and suddenly he can do it, he can get that score he was hoping for, all because I made sure he knew that I believe in him and I know he can do it!  That's what a good parent does.....that's not what mine did at all!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I do everything the opposite of her,  I ask myself "what would the egg donor do in this situation?" I find the answer and do the opposite because then I know I can't go wrong and Orion will be a better person than I am today and me, I will have succeeded where the egg donor failed!

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Well, there ya have it, my thoughts for this Thursday. Finally, let me say this....enjoy your kids and make sure they know you believe in them. Do everything you can to never be referred to as "the egg donor"

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Proud Mama post

Orion has been on spring vacation this past week  and I have been recovering from bronchitis. As I mentioned in an earlier post, Orion did get to go to the zoo with his girlfriend.

Well what I didn't know was that yesterday was her birthday. Orion came home from spending Friday and Saturday with his grandparents asking if I could take him out to target so he could get her a birthday present. I took him out today, he emptied his bank here at home, money he had been saving to buy himself video games, so he could buy her the newest Pokemon game that comes with the Pokewalker. He spent every single penny he had on this girl even though she didn't have a party or mentioning  anything about her birthday. The best part was as we were driving back from Target with her present in his lap he says to me:

"I know it seems crazy to spend this much on someone when they haven't even invited me to a party or anything but it just feels so good to give her something that I know she will really like. It just feels really good inside to know I am making her happy."

What a wonderful boy I have raised, I couldn't be prouder!

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Feeling so much better and other rambling thoughts

I am feeling so much better today thanks to a wonderful mother-in-law and hubby :)

My Mother-in-law called me up on Thursday afternoon asking if I could bring Orion over the next morning bright and early and she would keep him overnight and bring him home sometime late Saturday afternoon / early evening....now who can argue with that??? I certianly didn't! Even though I still felt pretty yucky I drove to her house (amazingly there was no traffic for the ride so we got there in about 1/2 hour) and I dropped him off around 9am. I was back home and in bed by 10am. I slept most of the day, got up, took a shower, cleaned up a little before hubby got home and cooked an easy dinner. After dinner hubby and I watched a movie and he took care of the dog so I could go to bed early. The cough medicine makes me very fuzzy headed and sleepy, and that's how I managed to sleep so much. I woke up this morning feeling almost like a new woman! I still have the allergy sniffles...the report on the tv said on a scale of 1 to 10 the allergen count was an 11 and that's probably why I have been suffering so drastically! Between the cold that hubby brought home from work  (which turned into bronchitis) and the allergies it's amazing I'm not using the inhaler more often than I already am. Apparently the rain brought out a lot of pollen at once...gee lucky me! So basically with all the sleep I have had the past couple days I am feeling a lot better and am ready to start back at work and make some money!

Money.....it's the number one divorce creator and our biggest struggle in our house. Lucky for me we have already seen the worst money troubles you could imagine and we survived it so I really don't foresee any marital problems in our future!  I hate money simply because it's so needed and such a stressor on relationships, but I love money because it gets me the things I want. I am sure most people have this same love/hate relationship with money that I do and they probably think it sucks just like me too. Personally I wish we could all live in the Star Trek kind of world where we just tell the computer what we want and we instantly have it right there exactly as we desire.  Unfortunately for me, we don't live in that kind of world and I have to live on a budget. Also lucky for me I have a hubby who makes a fair wage and can support us so that I can make my teeny tiny check that basically pays for the fun stuff in our lives. For instance....I will be working all summer to buy us all snowboarding passes for next season. The adult passes went up by $10 each, the kids pass went up by $30. I'll need to save enough to buy all three of us passes, buy me a new coat and buy Orion a few new things he'll need like new mitts and new boots since I am sure the ones he wore this past season will not fit him next winter.  I know I can do it, but summer is my slow season and I can't work quite as late because I do have to pay attention to Orion during the day.....except when I send him to camp.

Camp......a mothers best friend right?? In my case it's a cause for stress and worry, I tend to be on the over-protective side and I worry so much about anything bad happening to him. He is my one and only, literally, I can't have anymore children so he is my one chance to prove that an abused child does NOT have to abuse. He's also my only child in general, not just my only chance to prove a point, and I would simply lose my mind should anything happen to him. I know all too well about bad people in this world, and I know I would never be able to forgive myself if I put him in the hands of some sicko camp counselor who hurt him in some way or even if it was another camper. Trust me, it'll be awhile before he goes off to an overnight camp...I'm so not ready for that concept! This summer will be his frst summer of camp, he's actually going to the one that my mother-in-law is in charge of. She hires all the workers so I feel I can trust her judgement here....besides since she's in charge Orion gets to go for free and that saves me a BUNDLE of cash!  I am sure he will have a great time and enjoy his daytime away from home hanging out with other kids his own age. I'll drop him off in the morning and pick him up in the afternoon. He's only scheduled for a few of the summer weeks, afterall I don't want to completely get rid of him and I do so love taking him to the beach or to the playground  or even just playing out in the backyard together. He's really a fun kid in general and I want to enjoy these moments that I get with him. BUT that means less working hours and less money for me. I do love the flexibility that comes with  my work, but it's hard to make good money this way.

Which brings us back to the money....see it always comes back to the money! Don't get me wrong, I do help pay some of the household bills too. I pay for the internet, cable, phone and cell phones. I often pay for the animals to get their monthly flea/tick treatments and annual shots as well. I pay for the little things and the fun stuff, hubby pays the bigger bills like electric, gas and the mortgage and of course anything medical and anything else we should need....clothing, food, spending money in general. He's a pretty good guy about it too :) I feel pretty darn lucky to still have him in my life! Like I said before, we hit a really rough patch in the money world and it almost tore us apart. We constantly fought over money, how to spend it, where it was going, etc. It was the worst year of my life..honestly it really was! I had survived my egg donor beating me daily, my sperm donor molesting me, my evil brother molesting me and 7 homes in the foster care system. None of that would have been anything compared to losing my husband and child over money, it truly was the worst year of my life! Lucky for me, we pulled through. I think hubby might have survived a break-up, even Orion would have survived, but I don't think I would have. It was a nightmare existance! Over the past 2 years our world has changed and we have grown closer, we have struggled through and even though at times hubby still gets tight about the money it's ok, we can handle it. I have full confidence that we will make it through any fight now, because we made it through that one year of hell! It's been 2 years since and we are strong now because of it. In just over a week we will celebrate 19 years together....19 years is a long time! We've had our ups and downs but I still find myself looking forward to the next 19 years with this same man!

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Bronchitis once again....

I haven't posted all week because I have been fighting bronchitis once again! I get every year, usually for my birthday in February, but this year it waited for some odd reason for my sons spring vacation! The poor kid has had to suffer with a mom who is not feeling well, coughing and struggling to breath! He feels like he didn't get to have a lot of fun on this vacation because of it...the reality of it is that he did get a couple of good days before I got too sick. On Monday morning his girlfriend called him and asked him to come to the zoo with her, then he begged and pleaded with me to come along so that he could hang with his girl and her mom would have someone to talk to lol I went along and we had a good time looking at all the animals and the kids seem to have fun running around together. Then on Tuesday his friend Felix called and asked if he could come over to play for a bit, I had no voice (laryngitis) so I told Orion it would be okay but I didn't want to be yelling at kids all day so only for an hour or so. Felix and him played so well together that he ended up staying for 3 hours and I didn't have to say a single word to them except to ask what they wanted for a snack :)

Yesterday was probably one of the worst days, I got my voice back but the cough was so bad my chest was burning! I ran out of my rescue inhaler so I opted to call the doctor and make sure this wasn't bacterial bronchitis...it isn't, it's definately viral so no antibiotics but I did get a refill on my inhaler and some good cough medicine with codeinne so that I can sleep. Poor Orion had to do the running around with me going to the doctors and pharmacy to pick up the meds and the rest of the time hanging out at home letting mom rest...oh and to top the day ff I ended up with a screaming migraine that laid me out on the couch with ice pack on my eyes and running to the bathroom to throw up every few minutes! Not a fun day for the poor kid!

Today I still feel pretty yucky, I cough anytime I lay down so I have to stay sitting up. I don't want to go anywhere or do anything because I feel so rotten! I know Orion was thinking of having his girlfriend come over to play today, but I'm not sure I really want to deal with it. They play well together, but I'm just so tired from not sleeping well that I do feel like I could easily fall asleep on the couch and that probably wouldn't go over well with her mother lol

So today there might not be a Thoughtful Thursday....unless I feel more energetic later on and my fuzzy head clears up enough to get my thoughts together. If not...have a great weekend and don't forget to hug your kids :)

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Thoughtful Thursday.....

Dobro Hank and The Sunshine Trio...you may have heard of us



Before I was even born the egg donor realized that musical talent seemed to flow through our veins. Big Brother #3 was what you might call a prodigy...he could pick up pretty much any instrument and within an hour he would be playing songs by ear. This started when he was 3 years old! He never learned to read sheet music, never had a lesson of any kind, just picked away at the guitar, piano, banjo, violin, (basically you name it and he could figure out how to play it).

His true talent shone through with the Dobro ...this is a Dobro

Definition: A dobro is an acoustic guitar with a metal resonator built into its body. This resonator serves as an amplifier. In contrast to acoustic guitars, the placement of the resonator takes place of the sound hole. Therefore the shape of the guitar doesn’t tend to have an affect on how the dobro’s sound is amplified. A dobro is usually played laying across your lap.

Big Brother #3 could play the dobro amazingly! But not only could Big Brother #3 play, he could sing...that country voice that can make a girl cry! Older Sister #2 and Big Sis also sang and they were AMAZING! They were so amazing that they started singing and playing at Bluegrass Festivals all over the state in the summers. Before I came along, they were only known as The Sunshine Trio, when I was 3 I started singing with the girls and when I turned 4 the group officially changed to

Dobro Hank and The Sunshine Trio

We traveled all over the country singing and playing country music. We were so good that we sang with the likes of Kitty Wells, Loretta Lynn, and George Jones to name a few. We even sang on the Grand Ole Opry once!!! Yep, we were that good!

So why would I talk about all this? Where am I going with this? It's because this talent was the egg donors out...literally! When I was about 5 years old an associate of George Jones offered my egg donor money. He wanted to adopt the 4 of us, move us to his farm in Tennesee where we would each have our own horse, home schooling and personal nannies. In exchange we would have to take singing lessons and make records! He was sure we were talented enough to make it big if we had the right kind of management, training and opportunities. The egg donor refused! She was our manager, she was NOT going to let someone else get rich off us. She was sure that if we were that talented then we would make it big regardless! Yes, we were that talented, we still are that talented, BUT she refused us the opportunity. Personally I think she refused because she didn't want anyone knowing our dirty little secrets. Heaven forbid we tell our personal nanny what she had done to us, how she had beat us daily for the littlest thing like not memorizing a song in the time limit she gave (usually about 1/2 hour). Besides, if someone took us off her hands then she would go back to being a no good for anything bum! Seriously we were her money ticket...she literally dropped out of school half way through 6th grade! She would actually brag about this and how you don't need an education....she would say "Look at me, I'm doing fine! I have a house and a mortgage and I never even finished 6th grade!" She never pointed out how the phone would get shut off every few months for non-payment along with the electric. Or how the house would be freezing cold and we had to huddle around kerosene stoves to sleep because she couldn't afford to pay to have the propane tank filled. OR even worse, we had to huddle around the old pot-belly stove in the haunted music room because she couldn't afford kerosene so we had to burn things like wooden chairs. She never mentioned not being able to afford toilet paper and forcing us to wipe with sears catalogs! She was stupid in so many ways!

I hated her on so many levels for refusing us the opportunity to better ourselves! I still hate her for this one decision! She would rather keep us at home with her, beat us daily, whip us with belts and horse whips, try to kill us instead of let us go and live a happy life! The guy was offering us the world and she was not letting it happen! I know, he could have been a psycho...could of been just as bad as living with her...but it sounded pretty and it sounded a heck of a lot better than what we had! We were GREAT, we had natural raw talent and she refused to let it shine. She instead tried to beat it into us that it was our obligation to HER to sing and make her money so she could provide for us...yet we never saw a single penny! All we ever got was a beating and maybe a bowl of mac n cheese if big sister #2 made it for us and even then it was one box for all of us to share. There was never enough food, never enough warmth and never enough love!

I still hate her for the life she gave to me!

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What amazes me most about my chldhood is the fact that I NEVER did anything to stop it! Honestly I don't know why I didn't, I don't know why none of us did anything until older sister #2 was in her senior year of high school and wrote in her journal.

Picture this...large living room and right in the center, against the wall is a tall gun cabinet holding no less than 5 or 6 guns. On the top shelf inside the glass cabinet is the bullets for the guns. There was no key, no lock, just a door. It was beautiful wood finish with glass panels on every side so you could see the guns from every angle no matter where you were in the room. Every year at hunting season time the guns were taken out and we would go hunting. When I was 4 years old I was shown how to load the gun and shoot it. I was 4 years old when I shot my first deer and I was so proud of the fact that I knew how to use a gun! So WHY didn't I use it to save us? What kept me from taking a gun out of that cabinet, loading it with bullets and shooting that evil egg donor and sperm donor (at least the person I thought was my sperm donor but I now know was not) Why didn't I just deliver myself from evil since I kept begging god and it was falling on deaf ears???

I still ask myself that question and can not come up with an answer!

I just don't know what kept me from doing it...I really should have and I probably would have gotten away with it too. I would have been deemed a troubled child once the authorities knew my story! I probably would have been in a mental ward for awhile but hey...it would have been a nice change! If nothing else, I would of had the satisfaction of knowing they were dead and could never hurt me again! I was never sure of that, not even after going into foster care. My foster parents wanted me to visit with the egg donor, they tried to get me to visit with the sperm donor, my social worker tried as well....but I was always afraid she would turn on me and hurt me or that he would rape me in the back seat of his car just to have a go with me one more time. I was so scared every single time I was forced to visit with them that I starteed playing sick every single visitation day. Most of the time I didn't even have to fake it because I would be puking from the nerves! They terrified me and my protectors thought I should visit with them, make small talk and try to re-unite our family. The only time I EVER went anywhere with the egg donor was when I wanted to go back and get some of my things, I wanted my pictures of my Grammy and a my favorite red tonka truck that I played with under the wheeping willow. I got them and got the hell out of dodge! I started puking and hyperventilating so I was taken back to the foster home. I hated seeing her and I hated being in that house...all the more reason to envy Big Sis for going back there and surviving, personally I feel light headed and queezie just thinking about it! If I went back to that house I think I would probably puke again!

I don't know why I didn't kill them when I had the chance, the only thing I can come up with is that I'm a much better person than that deep down inside. It wasn't a matter of "Do unto others" I was too good for them and I wasn't stooping to their level of violence!

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I'm gonna drop it off here, next week I'll talk more. I feel refreshed and renewed once again and now I can begin my weekend! That's mainly why I do Thoughtful Thursdays...because Thursday and Friday are my days off. I can get this all off my chest, enjoy my 2 days off and relax fully.

Enjoy your weekends people and if your parents sucked like mine, remember this....

YOU ARE A BETTER PERSON THAN THEY WERE!

That's my moto for this week :)

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Med Check today

Took Orion to the doctors for his med check. He has to go every 4 months to watch his weight and height. He moved up to 30mg of the Adderall XR and therefore he needs to be watched very closely! Orion has always been very low in his weight in general. He never even got out of the 10th percentile on the charts until he hit 5 years old and even then he only went up to 25th percentile. When I knew I was going to put him on meds I fed him lots and lots of junk so he would gain weight. I let him eat as much as he wanted, when he wanted to, so that when he went on the meds he would only lose the fat that I put on him and not drop into a dangerous level...I knew that one of the biggest side effect of the meds was weightloss.

He actually went way up in weight, but very shortly after going on meds he dropped down. Now we fight to maintain a good weight and the more medication he takes, the harder it is to maintain a healthy weight. When he sprouts up like this it's even worse because he'll appear to be nothing but skin and bones. That's what he looks like right now, nothing but skin and bones! The doctor is a little concerned about the fact that he went up in height but down in weight since moving up to the 30 mg but since he's doing so well in school and socially he wants to give us another 4 months to gain that pound back! Ideally Orion should gain 4 to 5 pounds a year according to the doctor, not lose weight so if he doesn't get that back we will have to adjust the meds, switch to something different or find some other solution to the ADHD problem.....trust me I will be working very hard to fatten this kid up and get that pound back!

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Thoughtful Monday...because I feel the need

I saw on Facebook a message from Big Sis, it said that she had just had lunch at a restaurant back in our old home town. So I asked her what made her go back to the old stompin' grounds, afterall there is nothing there but bad memories. Her response threw me for a loop.

She had gone back to face the demons, to deal with the things that had happened so long ago. She went back to the old house where we grew up and asked the people living there if she could have a look around. She found herself standing in the very same rooms where we had been beaten, where we had been raped, where we had our childhood stolen from us. She stood there with the memories flooding back and it was then that she realized that she WAS standing there, she had survived! I asked her if she had vanquished any demons and this was her response:

"sure did... it seems smaller than I remember and being there brought on some flashbacks bu its ok because there I was right where I had been beaten so many times and assaulted and it hit me that I was still breathing and didnt turn out to be a psycho killer.... so ultimately... Though I was beat down at a young age, I dont have to let the memories hold me down there. Time to wash the scars clean and stand tall."

Her words are an inspiration to me! I hope that someday I can do what she did....go back there, face the demons head on and walk away feeling like a new woman! She says the house is exactly the same as when we lived there, but the garage is gone and the old weeping willow tree was chopped down (I sure did love that tree, so many memories hiding under its loving branches). She says that someday she wants to save up enough money to buy the old place and turn it into a home for abused children! I, for one, believe she will do just that! She also said that when I am ready to face the demons she will go with me so that I won't have to face them alone! I don't think I'm ready just yet, someday maybe I'm just not sure when someday will come. Writing about it is one thing....seeing the old place is a whole different story!

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Well he finally did it...

Orion has been saving his allowance for months in order to purchase his very own Nintendo Entertainment System complete with Super Mario Bros. 3 and second controller! $75 later he has placed his order and in 2 to 6 business days he'll be hanging out in his room playing a game that I hope will hold his fancy for more than 5 minutes lol

See Orion has this fascination with the old school systems. He has become a collector of sorts, purchasing himself a Sega system, a Super Nintendo system and now the original Nintendo system. He loves the old school games but wants to play them on the original systems NOT on the computer. He enjoys the systems he has, but is on a constant endevour to purchase and own ALL the old school systems...I'm waiting for him to start talking about Atari and playing Pong lol

Today I deposited the money he gave me into the bank and made the online purchase with the bank card. He has been working so hard around here, doing extra tasks to earn extra money and making sure he saved every penny possible in order to buy this system. He could be seen many nights sitting at his computer at the JJgames.com website looking at the system and dreaming about the day it would officially become his! He finally made it! I can't wait to see his face when it actually arrives and he gets to play with it for real!

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Thoughtful Thursday...the real thing

Ok so hubby convinced me. I came out of the office and he asked what I had posted for Thursday and I felt guilty. I hadn't posted much of anything except a bunch of excuses as to why I wasn't posting. Since writing my Thoughtful Thursdays, I have become a better person (IMHO) I actually have faced fears and I have moved through things. So today I will write about one of my greatest fears....the feeling of being trapped.



At this point, I will retitle this post "The closet under the stairs and My dog Spot"



When I was little if we were (in the egg donors eyes) really bad, we got put into the closet under the stairs. It was this small space, the door was about 4 feet tall and the closet was maybe 3 feet wide by 4 feet deep. The ceiling was the underside of the stair, sloping upward over your head. At one point I could stand up in there, but it wasn't long before that was impossible even for me, the littlest of all of us. The vast majority of the time we were tossed in there by the hair on our head and the door would be slammed in our face and locked from the outside. You could kick and scream and slam the door with your fist....but no amount of begging or pleading would get you released! There was a single bulb that hung from a chain just inside the door, you could pull the little chain and make the bulb light up and at least then you had something to see by. If you had really angered the egg donor the bulb was removed when you were thrown in there so that you sat in complete darkness until released!

My stuffed dog Spot was my only companion when I was in the closet!

As you can see, I still have Spot, I used to lift up his little ear and whisper all my secrets into his ear so no one would hear. I would hold him close to my heart so that I knew I wasn't alone in the darkness. His eyes used to be cloth eyes, but they fell off years ago and at first I used a marker to draw eyes on, but once I got into foster care I managed to replace the eyes with the ones he has now. His ear that I used to lift all the time was hanging on by a little bit of material, so I bought some black felt and made it the right shape and fixed him up so he could hear once again. The little blanket wrapped around him USED to be baby blue (can you believe it) When I was about 4 or 5 years old I found that material and poked some holes in it to poke his legs through and I wrapped it around him so he wouldn't be cold (yes, that material has been on Spot for 35 years). And although you can't really see them, he is actually covered in little spots of gray and thus his name of Spot.

Spot has been my constant friend no matter what goes on. He has been with me through every major event in my life. I am so glad I had a heads up the day I was told a lady would pick me up at school so that I could take him with me to school and keep him with me all these years. He was even by my side when my son was born! Spot is my lifelong friend bought for me the day I was born by my Grammy Grace!

Anyway, Spot was there in the closet with me but I was still afraid. I learned to be afraid of the dark, afraid of small places and any room I am in I must be able to see the escape or I will panic. So when hubby suggested we move the office to the basement so that Orion could have this room to play in with his friends....I got scared! I still am! How am I going to be able to work in the basement with only one small window that I can't climb out of and concrete all around me? I have a hard enough time being down in the basement long enough to put laundry in the washer or dryer. I get all wigged out! The one window is in the overhang so not a lot of light comes in and if I'm down there during the night (since I tend to work the overnight shifts) it's going to be very hard to deal with....especially if the power goes out! Spot is going to have to go to the basement with me, he's going to have to be the strong one for us both....I just don't know if he'll be enough! I just don't know what I can do to make the room less scary! The only thing I do know is that I must do it, I must overcome the fear and I will survive somehow simply because I must!

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Thus ends Thoughtful Thursday for this week! Enjoy your weekend!

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Thoughtful Thursday.....

Ever have one of those days where you know you have things to do, but you just don't want to do them??? That's me today!

I know I should have done the breakfast dishes before coming on the puter, but I didn't. I know I should have re-folded the throw blankets on the couch (for the umteenth time) but I didn't. I know I need to write a Thoughtful Thursday post....and I just don't wanna think about it!

I don't want to recall today, I don't want to do anything but sleep and relax and enjoy having a day off! Hubby bought me a new lawnmower yesterday and I love it, but you won't find me out in the yard doing that, you won't find me doing much of anything except maybe sitting here typing out what I should be doing lol I am so unproductive today!

See last night (or should I say this morning since it was 3:30 in the morning) I heard noises coming from the entry way where the dog sleeps. I crept out there quietly to find out what was up (thinking the cats had stolen his blanket again) only to find the dog crouching in the corner, ears backed down like he had done something wrong and what looked like wet wet mud all over the place! The stairs there are open stairs...it was dripping off the stairs down into the basement. It was on the walls, it was on the floor, it was everywhere! Apparently he ate something bad yesterday while he was outside and his backside exploded! It was the nastiest thing I have cleaned up in a VERY long time! It was one of those moments where you just stare in amazement for a couple minutes asking yourself "WHERE can I step without stepping in any of this??" All the time hoping the dog will not bound up the stairs at you and track it all over the place! It was not fun, I had to put the dog outside on the deck while I cleaned it up...took over an hour to get everything clean and sanitized!

So after sending Orion off to school I went back to bed. I slept until about 1/2 hour ago and I still have no motivation to do a darn thing! I'm having a "I DON'T WANNA!!!!!" kind of day! My arthritis is flared up bad, my head hurts from the sinusitis caused by my allergies, and the smell of bleach still permeates the house...but it's better than explosive dog diarrhea smell right?

So I think this Thursday, I'm skipping the past, I just don't wanna do it! I don't wanna think about it, I don't wanna post about it...maybe later on I'll change my mind but if I do I'll post then, just not right now. Right now I'm going to go make myself refold those throw blankets for the umteenth time and relax until the wild child comes home.

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Happy 6 year Adoption Day

To our special needs child Gig!

This is Gig, our goofy, fun lovin' dog! He's a 6 year old Labrador Retriever who still thinks he's a puppy. We like to say he has ADHD just like the boy because he's full of spunk and never seems to get tired no matter how long you play fetch or run him around the field. He's a good dog for the most part, just full of energy...more than the 3 of us combined! He loves to play, receive belly rubs and water! Even though he keeps us on our toes, we love him and enjoy the time we spend with him.

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Spring has sprung

For the first time in many months I have managed to go outside in just a short sleeve t-shirt to do things like wash the car, clean up the yard and plant our sunflower seeds! Every single year since Orion was very little, we have planted these giant (and I do mean giant) sunflowers out in the front of our house. These babies will grow to 12 to 14 feet tall and the flowers will have a diameter in the range of 18 inches across! They produce edible seeds that taste oh so yummy and can be replanted the following spring to produce more of these beauties! It's a tradition that we have held onto for many years and I am betting that when Orion grows up and gets his own place he'll be seen outdoors in the spring planting his own sunflowers! They are sitting in the ground hopefully growing roots and preparing to grace us with their beauty over the summer. We have a nice section along the edge of the driveway that gets sun almost all day long so they love being there and grow fairly quickly. We've also seen the bleeding hearts growing nicely and the scallions have already produced enough greenery that I get to enjoy baked potatoes nightly! I get to go out on my deck and enjoy grilling again (something I LOVE doing) I had missed my beautiful Weber grill that hubby and the Wild Child bought me last mother's day. We are friends once again and I get to enjoy that flavor of fire cooked meat nightly!

Yep, spring has sprung and life is grand!

EXCEPT for the aches and pains from all the yardwork lol THAT I do not relish, the blisters on my hands are finally healing.....couldn't find my yardwork gloves but I HAD to get out there and breathe in the fresh air, soak up the sun, and make my yard look more presentable. It's not perfect yet, but it's a heck of a lot better than it was.

Again, spring has sprung and life is grand!

I went out and bought myself some work gloves since I couldn't find my old ones (I'll probably find them now that I have a new pair lol) and my hands are thanking me for the purchase! On Wednesday hubby will take me out and together we will purchase a new lawn mower since ours died at the end of last summer and I will get to mow the grass and make my yard something my boy can be proud to play in and have his friends come over to play in. I'll get over my allergies and fight the good fight because I love the nice weather!

Again I say......

Spring has sprung and Life is grand!!

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Tired and cranky and wanting to run away

That's me today...and I don't like it....but I can't seem to help it!

I've mentioned before that I suffer from PMDD (PreMenstrual Dysphoric Disorder) and I take a wonderful medication called Yaz for it. You've probably seen the ads on TV for Yaz...maybe even seen the ones for the law suits over Yaz as well. Yaz is a form of birth control pill, but it is also for PMDD and if you don't have PMDD but take Yaz you will most likely have the side effects that caused the law suit in the first place. Most women suffer from PMS, and they think it's bad but until they have suffered with PMDD they have no clue just how bad it truly can be! When Yaz first came out it wasn't clear in the ads that it should be prescribed for PMDD and not as a general birth control method. They have cleared it up a little better and now doctors know if the patient does not have PMDD they should NOT be taking Yaz for birth control. I do have it, so therfore I take it.

So you might be asking why am I suffering this month?? Well it's really simple! My doctor prescribed Yaz to me but only gave me a 9 month supply because he wanted to see me again after 9 months to make sure that my condition is PMDD and not just PMS. In case you didn't know, PMDD is hard to diagnose and he wanted to be certain since there are bad side effects with it if you really don't have PMDD. Anyway, in that 9 months my doctor left the practice where I go to become a trauma specialist. Apparently he wanted to make more money and so he left the general practice and moved on. My new doctor had never seen me before and therefore had no clue about the plan that my previous doctor had laid out for me. So when I was in her office for a sickness I mentioned to her that I was out and needed a new prescription. She didn't understand why my previous doctor had not given me a years supply and said she would call in the rest to get me to my regular annual check-up.

She never called it in!

I went to the pharmacy to pick it up and it was not there. I called the doctors office and she was on vacation and there was no notation in my file about it so no one would prescibe me anything without an annual exam and of course my insurance will only pay for 1 a year and I am not due for a few months so I had to wait until she got back. She was back this week, but that put me almost a full month without my meds...and thus I suffer...hubby suffers and Orion suffers!

And so this week I am tired, cranky and downright evil at times! I hate the way I am and don't even want to be around myself when I get like this which is why I went on the meds in the first place. I'm going out today to pick up my new prescription that she called in finally and will look forward to a better month next month.

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Results on Big Sis

She had her MRI yesterday morning and then the stinkin computers went down so the doc couldn't compare the results. Apparently, her doctor (much like Orions doctors office) has gone to electronic scans over printing them out so you only get to view them on a computer screen. Anyway, according to the doctor she won't know the full plan of what will happen next until the computers get up and running (and with this being good friday and then the weekend the earliest will be Monday). Looking at her previous MRI however she could tell Sis that she has a bad case of arthritis in her spinal column and the disc between her 5th and 6th vertebrea is breaking down. It is the breakdown of this disc that is pinching the nerve causing her to have the tremors, the numbness and unbearable pain and spasms. As it continues to break down, it will only get worse. The doctors concern is that since Big Sis' symptoms are so severe and happening pretty much daily, that she is going to need some kind of surgery to repair or replace the disc. Big Sis is scared of surgery, especially anything to do with her neck as she has this almost irrational fear of ending up paralyzed...I keep trying to tell her that if she doesn't get the surgery then her disc will break down enough that she will end up paralyzed anyway so she's better off taking the risk. My MIL just had this surgery about a year and a half ago and she's perfectly fine....to which Big Sis pointed out that she probably had real insurance and that just makes me sigh because it is true.

Anyway, the doctor will hopefully get back to her sometime next week to let her know what the next plan will be, but most likely we're talking surgery as long as Big Sis will go through with it. I will be working on her to lean her that way simply because I think it's really in her best interest.

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Thoughtful Thursday.....

Easter

A holiday where people are celebrating the impossible no matter how you look at it. Either it's a dead guy rising from the dead (he was probably just in shock and they didn't know how to check his pulse and the reality was that he was in a coma for 3 days) or it's the bunny rabbit that forgot it's a mammal (and even better a boy) and lays eggs instead of live bunnies.

Yep I'm a pessimist, but not completely! I prefer to celebrate the impossible bunny story. When I was a kid it was the same thing, but we never had little plastic eggs full of candy, we had real eggs...the eggs that the chickens would lay up on the hill. We used markers and crayons to color them and we would poke little holes into either end, blow the egg out through the holes (no easy feat mind you) and then hang the shells on strings to decorate. Then on easter morning we would wake up early and we would actually find a small basket right next to our beds and there would be a candy bar and some jelly beans and one of our favorite treats as well. It's one of those rare good memories I had and I can't help but ask myself...why??

Why was she nice this one day? She was an athiest, she mocked people who believed in god and jesus and all that stuff. Perhaps that's part of why I'm so skeptical about god...I tried to believe, I really did but he took so long to save me from my abuse that I wonder if he is real afterall. ANYWAY....back to my real question....why was she nice on easter???

I honestly can't figure it out, it makes no sense to me. She would give me a clipboard with loose leaf paper on it for my birthday, she would give me socks for Christmas, both wrapped up neatly at the end of the day with a good beating. On easter, I knew without a doubt I was going to have a great day! There would be candy, my favorite candy even, and no beatings until tomorrow at the earliest. It was like a sacred day to her, you don't beat your kids on easter sunday. So I love easter sunday, always have, it's my one day of respite, my one day of peace, my one day that I have happy memories for every single one I can remember as far back as I can remember! I wish I had that one day every day of my life....and now that I have a kid of my own the easter bunny finds his way here to our house and he leaves a basket full of candy and small toys for the boy to enjoy and play with.

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Other thoughts today are on my Big Sis....she is having an MRI right now as I type and then she will go meet with the doctor to find out what to do about this problem between her 5th and 6th vertebrea (I think I posted before that it was the 4th and 5th but I was mistaken and it's the next set down) In any case, she is probably looking at some kind of surgery to fix this, but she won't know until the doctor looks at the MRI results and compares them to the last MRI results from a month or so ago. It's nerve wracking to say the least, I wish I could be there holding her hand and supporting her through all this but all I can do is text her that I love her and am thinking of her and remind her that she's strong and she will get through this! Unfortunately I am seeing the results of state health care vs. private healthcare and I get the feeling that if this were me things would be moving along a lot faster. It could be my imagination, or maybe this is a case where the doctor thinks maybe time and medication will make it better, but you would think she could at least pass that on and tell my sister so that her mind is at ease and she's not feeling like she's being blown off and forgotten because she doesn't have the money to pay for the services and she doesn't have a good paying job because she has spent the last 25 years trying to raise her kids instead of going to college and getting a higher education. I should hear from her later on today and she'll let me know what's going on and what the next step is.

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Well I'm off here. I hope everyone has a great easter holiday no matter what you celebrate!

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