Trying to figure out what to say...

Well, that's not exactly it.  I have a LOT I could say... a lot has happened....a lot is in my heart.

I guess I'm trying to figure out who needs to know what, when, where, and how much.

How to elevate your butt, and other such nonsense

So, my butt and body still aren't okay.  I posted on FB today my owies and of course, my friends get giggles from my life stories...or maybe in the way I TELL the stories....


My stepsister suggested I RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) and then there was teasing back and forth on how I'd elevate my arse...well, let me tell you, it ain't pretty, but I have been doing it....and I still feel like I jolted all the way through my brain....


And then one of my friends from forever reminded me that having a chair go to smithereens underneath you at 10 just produces a room full of laughs...but at, um, not 10 anymore, not so much laughter....of course I am sitting here giggling at the memory of my patient trying to pull ME up off the ground giving me HIS hand from his wheelchair...yeah, that would have been even prettier.


Add to it the fact that I posted on FB about how Hubs and I got the giggles listening to a Scooter Store commercial realizing I MAY qualify for one FREE...and THEN my Hubs' niece posts "yeah, I'm working right now, call me"...and I had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN she works at the Scooter Store....


um, yeah...getting old SUCKS!

More craziness

K is traumatized.  Really traumatized.  Hubs is trying to get K distracted so E can play a new game (when you're 6, you always want to help the 4 year old whether or not she wants it)...and he tried to get K to play her "Sims" game.

K: don't you remember, dad? I can't play anymore...I killed my family...well, it's not like I killed them, I just got too busy to remember to take care of them...like I guess I could at breakfast and lunch and then they'd stay alive....

...so she's trying to schedule life so she can keep her Sims alive, should she decide she wants to play again.

***update....we talked her into playing Sims again..you know, like getting back on the horse that bucked you...um, yeah...within an hour she had killed her dog ((smack forehead))....dang you, Sims.....oh, and SD didn't help by walking by and saying "SIMS Killer".....DOH!

Breathtaking E moment

My E is 4 years old.  I have very precocious kids anyhow.  Seriously.  My kids crack me up.  I don't have any idea where they come up with the stuff they do.

Our family watches "Wipeout"....it's one of our favorite ever...this is a conversation at our house the other day:

E: Dad, wouldn't it be funny if they put sharks in the water in "Wipeout" and the sharks ate the people that fell in?
(yipes, right?)

Well, yesterday, we were watching "Wipeout" and they did have sharks in the water...fake ones.  Here's the convo:
Hubs: see, E...they have sharks now on "Wipeout"
E: But, they're not real sharks, just rubber ones...what good does THAT do?!
(yipes, again, right?)

To the IRS:

Thank you so much for acknowledging, finally, my natural born children as valid deductions.  It's been 4 months of waiting with fear and anxiety to see if I was going to have to turn back in last year's tax return because of the error in 2009's return.  I was about to send you pictures of their deliveries, but I'm glad I didn't have to do so, honestly.

IRS...you suck.  The fact that someone WASN'T supposed to claim a child and did, I can understand you make us both prove who had "dibs" to that child.  Thank you so much for finding us okay in that last year....but to say that my 2 NATURAL BORN CHILDREN may not be valid deductions?!?  What kinda crack were you smoking?!

Hmmmm.....still find it interesting that if I was found to owe THEM more money, they would charge me interest, but even though I was found justified, they won't give me interest....hmmmm...

I am a documented klutz!

No really!  I am like, I think, the only person I can think of who is klutzy enough to work mostly from home, and yet still have to fill out a first report of injury.
Moral of this story....don't trust a chair.  I know...we tell our kids and others that chairs can be trusted to hold our weight because that's what they do.  I've even used that example to talk about how we can have faith that God will do what He says just as we have faith that a chair will hold us up.  Hmmm...gotta change that analogy up a little.
I was at a home visit and about completed with it and went to adjust my weight/pull myself up and had one of those time/space continuum melding...you know? Where everything goes still and you can feel yourself falling and there's nothing you can do.  Um, yeah.

Now my legs, arms, neck, and ass hurt. I reported it in case I need extra support tomorrow...but today I was just embarrassed as hell.  Made some joke that this is God's sign I need to stop eating as much. Let's hope my embarrassment is the worst thing that I suffer from this situation.

After waking up this morning from my fall yesterday, it has dawned on me that utilizing the chair example is trite and could have hurt people, so I'm apologizing to everyone I randomly said "have faith in God like a chair can hold you"....now I will doubt chairs as I sit in them....and I realize, truly realize that faith in God is not as easy especially if you've been let down before.....God can be trusted, but people will let you down.  And once you've had too many people hurt you, it's hard to trust or believe that God won't do the same.  Just like from now on, you can bet I'm moving around on chairs to make sure they will hold me and not splinter underneath me.

Depression sucks

I'm writing this on behalf of myself, and some dear dear friends who have been fighting tremendous battles with depression.
I'll add to this later, but I found a quote I like and I'm adding as one of my widgets.  Hopefully it'll explain exactly how I feel.
To all my friends hanging on by a hope and a prayer...it does get better. Hold on.