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Have a good one, y’all. Everything is as well as to be expected. I will be back later this week with another update.
Thank you to everyone.
I guess I will begin where I left off, with the MRSA update. And then go on from there. And here we go…
My husband has made a full recovery, thankyoujesus. It was superscary and I am beyond glad to be done with it. Y’all, please pay careful attention to any infection you may have. Take it seriously. See your doctor. For me. I beg you.
My holidays were pretty awesome. My brother flew in from Colorado, with his new girlfriend. I HEART HER. Seriously. I foresee her becoming my sister-in-law someday. She sure beats the hell out of the last bitch,er girlfriend, he had. It was the first time we had seen each other in almost two years. I cried. He knew I would. It was good. We talk on the phone about twice a week. I’m happy.
Work has been kinda crappy. I don’t really want to get into that now. It is a whole ‘nother entry.
And on a really sad note, I lost a good friend last weekend. She hung herself for reasons I will never know. I miss her. We were roommates for a year. We had such fun together. She was crazy as hell. And would do anything for a friend. I choose to remember her in that way. Because to do anything less would be wrong. I plan on writing a post about her in the near future. I have to. I need to.
And now you are all caught up on the goings on in my life. Or most of them. Our computer is at my parent’s house for now. I will still be online, just not as often. Which totally SUCKS! But is only temporary, I assure you. Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers. I appreciate them more than you will ever know.
God. I don’t even know where to begin. I love Christmas, and all that it entails. The promise of a new year. Fresh beginings. A time to be spent with family. So today, I would like to tell you about my Grandma Harler.
The woman was a nut. She had the most amazing gift of being able to talk to anyone, anytime, anywhere, anyplace. She made friends wherever she went. She never met a stranger. Ever. She would welcome you with open arms. I was in awe of her. My mother is like that. In so many ways.
Grandma always had projects. She helped with a senatorial campaign. She worked tirelessly in her church. They published a cookbook the year before last. She sent me a copy. Which only included one recipe from her. I still find that odd, because she was a good cook. I cherish that cookbook. She did so very many things. For so many organizations. There are too many to name. She believed in helping her fellow man.
She was very religous. But she was fair. “Judge not, lest ye be judged” was a favorite of hers. And she lived her life that way. She tried to help anyone that needed it. Be it a kind word, or a home-cooked meal. She was never preachy. She just loved God, and was never ashamed to let you know it. She wanted to share the joy that it had given her. In whatever way she could.
And she was dingy. The first example that comes to mind is Cracker Barrel. She came out to visit when I graduated from high school. My parent’s took her there for lunch. She loved it. She would tell anyone who would listen about going to the Crack Box for lunch. It still makes me smile to think about that. She was forever calling things by the wrong name. It was always a running family joke. And don’t even get me started about her driving skills!
And there are so many more memories I have. She came out to help my mom after my last knee surgery. Quinn was only six months old. I found a picture the other day that made me cry. In it you can see Quinn, and only her hands. I love that picture more than words can say.
She passed away almost a year ago, this month. The week before Christmas. I miss her every day. I did my Christmas cards tonight, and it was really sad. This first year has been incredibly difficult. I talked to her at least once a week. It was hard to give that up. She was my rock. I know that she is watching over me. Us. But it is still not the same. She loved her great-grandchildren, if possible, more than she loved us. I know she is proud of them. I just wish she were here to see them. She would be so excited. She loved to take their pictures to church, and display them for everyone to see. We are talking 11 by 13 pictures. Not wallets.
I guess I would like for all of you to hug your loved one’s close. Be thankful for what you have. Enjoy your holiday season. And never take them for granted.
We have lived in Georgia for well over twenty years now. And I am ashamed to say, have never ridden “Priscilla”. I have received her as a Christmas present in all her stuffed glory numerous times. Ridden her? No. That is all about to change.
My mother informed me last night that “she was taking her grandbabies to see the Pink Pig”. Which means that I am driving and basically going along as back up. I asked her why we had never been to ride “Priscilla”. She said it was because we were too old when we moved here. I think that’s a load of bunk.
I don’t think you are ever too old to ride a Pink Pig named “Priscilla”. It’s a Christmas tradition, and therefore exempt from age limits.
That’s my story,anyway. Do y’all have any special family traditions involving the holidays?

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I hope everyone is enjoying their Turkey Day! God knows we are. We have already been to my parent’s for dinner, Jimmy is headed out to see his family with the boys in tow, and then we are off to see my friend Rhonda. Notice I am not going to the in-laws? I’m sorry, but on a day when you are supposed to give thanks I refuse to sit and eat dinner with people who don’t like me. Or constantly judge me. So I am staying home. And watching some football.
Y’all enjoy your day. I plan to.
We are still waiting to find out about the house.
It sucks.
I haven’t even started the post about our old house. I just don’t think I am ready to talk about it yet. I know it will all resolve itself in the end. It is just hard.
On a happier note, I have found The Aidan’s Halloween costume. SQUEEE! He saw it today whilst we were shopping. He will be a Mummy Skeleton this year.Don’t ask how it came to be called that. I’m not even sure I remember the whole story…or maybe I blocked it out. Anyhoo. He is sooo jazzed! Quinn? I don’t have the foggiest idea. I am kinda leaning towards Buzz Lightyear. He loves Buzz. More than anything. Although Woody is running a very close second. Followed hot on the heels by Daisy Duck. Weird kid.
And his second birthday theme is the Backyardigans. He will be having a Pablo cake. Courtesy of his grammy. Who has some mad skillz in the baking department. I will absolutely take lots of pictures.
I will also be pulling my panties up and writing about my woes. Because it probabbly would make me feel better.
Most of the time I hardly ever think about my brother. We have had a falling out. Over what I have no idea. It no longer even matters. I have made numerous attempts to make amends, and nothing. The end.
Today? That is a different story. For the first time in a long time I thought about him without being angry. I was shopping with the boys and we were looking at toys. Quinn’s birthday is next weekend. Aidan’s is two weeks after Christmas! I found some really awesome toys that I cannot wait to buy for them. I kept picturing their faces when they opened their gifts from Santa on Christmas morning. I could just see the joy and excitement. I could hear their laughter. And it made me want to tell my bubba. And that made me so very sad. I miss him. The boys are getting to that age where they are just really aware. Not just of holidays,birthdays,etc. But of everything.
I just wish I could make him want to see that. He would be blown away by Aidan. His love of tools and books and that damn aquarium. He barely knows Quinn at all. How much he loves baseball and Buzz Lightyear. It sucks. For me, but most of all for them. I don’t know what to do. There really isn’t anything I can do. Except cry.
Because I really do miss him. And I wish he would miss me too.