tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52437735683344484452024-03-19T05:14:56.707-05:00Loco YaYa's Snafud WorldJust the ramblings of a crazy Mom of two (and YaYa to many) navigating through her snafud life.
This blog is my way of 'clearing the cobwebs'.
If you need to contact me you may e-mail me at mysnafudworld at gmail dot com.Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-4073036254858240852015-05-12T08:18:00.001-05:002015-05-12T08:18:33.468-05:00Just Being.so things are things. and apparently as if we do not have enough on our plates every. single. day. i decided to lose my mind and run for city council.<br />
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slow down. it is not that large of a city. around 1100 give or take. so not that big of a deal. lately our little town has been in turmoil. i guess it is part of small town charm. every decade or so there is an 'issue' of sorts. right now it happens to be an apartment complex. you see, our little town is quite rural. a farming town in it's beginning. most of the farmers have stopped farming and their families no longer carried on the tradition. we do still have some that farm, but nowhere near the numbers from when i was growing up. some did well and sold out and their children and grandchildren are living well. others got out because it was becoming a financial burden. topped with younger generations who were tired of the day in day out of the farm and wanting more for their children.<br />
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there are a lot of 'original' families and 'old money'. 'outsiders' is actually a word still used. unfortunately so is 'south of the tracks'. it is just an old little community. there are not a lot of housing options. unless your family owns land or you get lucky enough to snatch some up, which happens few and far between. however, the school district is a good one, and people want to live in our area. a local resident whose husband was born and raised here, is mayor. and they have just sold some of their land to a developer. this developer is going to put in an 80 unit complex. this has made the city mad. really mad.<br />
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so there are four new candidates running for three districts and the mayor position. and yours truly decided to run for one of those districts. it has taken me so long to write this post that i can now tell you i won. i am looking forward to it. i think. i know it will be rewarding but it is also going to be a pain. but i am locked in for two years now. so we will see how this goes.<br />
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in other news. my house is clean for mother's day!! haha! that was what i told the girls i wanted. a clean house. now please keep in mind that my house is not finished yet. still lacking a few walls on the interior to separate a couple rooms. and the master bath is not completed. but for the most part right now it's clean. if you wanna visit hurry! because in a few days the clean will turn back to clutter i am sure.<br />
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Big'K is nearing the end of her junior year. and back home from the college program. she decided to return to regular high school. senior year full steam ahead and with a bugger of a schedule. we shall see where this leads.<br />
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Lil'K is somewhat stable. although we do have plans to readmit once school is over for some medicine adjustment. we will see if that happens.<br />
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for the most part just being. that's what we are doing. just being.Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-74993904387679995952015-03-02T10:14:00.000-06:002015-03-02T10:14:26.532-06:00Just A Little Updatewell i have stumbled back into the blogging world. i get busy in life and find that it has been too long since i have visited. and i miss it. so i find myself here again.<br />
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we have internet! yay!! who would have thought something so dumb could make one so happy. maybe with the addition of being able to access the interworldnetwebs i will make appearances more often. meh. i will try.<br />
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things are things. my new normal is strange. and i do not always care for it. things feel misplaced. and lost. but it is what it is. i have made that statement so many times over the last couple of decades. and it is true. but i am beginning to dislike that phrase. quite a bit.<br />
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Lil'K is back in the hospital. it saddens me that we have to do that. at nine years old she has been in a mental institution of one caliber or another at least 6 times. i wonder if it will always be like this? and if it is...will we survive it. while walking down the hallway after leaving her in the care of her unit i said to the nurse that i did not know if it was good or bad but that admitting her was getting easier. it was no longer accompanied by a sob fest in the car. we did cry together in the assessment room. she had a rough time. begging and pleading. tearing the room up. trying to escape. running into the door. bargaining to not have to stay. but when that wave was over and her mood had returned to normal she agreed that it was the best place for her. because no matter how much she hated it, it did help. i can honestly say that the state of care surrounding mental illness in this country is a joke. and sad. and it frustrates me. and angers me.<br />
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Big'K is back from college. i believe the Asperger's got the best of her. she decided to return to a normal setting and wait until it was the right time to head to college. i am disappointed that it did not work out, but not disappointed in her or her decision. she has said that if college does not work out the second time that she is considering the military. this is the first time she has ever come close to even mentioning or accepting the military as an option. i am not sure how i feel. but we will have to see how it all works out.<br />
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other than that the house is coming along. slowly. the yellow house still sits in front of The Tin Beast. but hopefully this will be the year it gets torn down and hauled off. i hate seeing it sit there. reminding all of us of the fire.<br />
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well my friends, i do hope today finds you well. and hopefully it will not be too long until i fall into here again...Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-54426474547443413122014-10-23T08:25:00.000-05:002014-10-30T13:55:44.831-05:00Beautiful Words In My HeadI have so many good blog posts. words pouring from my head. beautiful words elegantly strung together. almost melodically. but by the time I sit down in front of the computer they are gone. just a heap of mismatched phrases that are just a skeleton of the masterpiece that had unfolded earlier. <br />
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my head is always blogging. constantly banging out stories and recalling small pieces of our life. meant to be placed here. but then they are gone. this is the part about writing that I hate. if I were more diligent I would record them as they come to me. but I am not always in a position where I can. and I have actually tried this a few times. but by the time I was sitting down listening to myself and typing the words out it just felt so fake. and creepy. so I am left with these beautiful words twisting around in my head. and no one will ever hear them. and I know it is not as if I have something monumental and life changing to say that anyone particularly needs to hear. I would just like to get the words out. <br />
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one day I will get the hang of it I guess. I am disappointed that I don't blog more. even if no one ever read my blog I would still want to do it. I have always enjoyed writing. getting things out of my head are always better than leaving them in there. it helps my sanity. which is in short supply these days. not having internet at the house does not help. it leaves me with having to blog from work or make a special trip into town to hit up free wifi. yes. I said into town. because I live in the country. and our café is only open till 3:00 in the afternoon. don't judge.<br />
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while I am here let us talk about mid life crisis. I feel that I have had a few of them. as strange as that sounds. points in my life where I just don't understand where I am and why I am not where I want to be; points where I am angry at circumstances, most out of my control; moments in time where my internal hater is in overdrive; sadness over what I should have done and regrets from the past. I have tried to refer to them as mid life acceptances. because really in my house it seems like crisis is a constant state. and to me it is more about just accepting where you are. I feel as if I am at that point again. I am nearing 40. I do not have a degree and I am not certified so continuing in what I have been doing off and on since 1997 is no longer becoming a choice. but then that leaves me with just experience on the other things I have been doing since the age of 16. as they say I am a jack of all trades and master of none. and it is frustrating. Lil'K and all of her issues are making it hard for me to work and make enough money to afford things. like a car. and food. having Big'K in college (a post I keep meaning to write) and no longer home has me depending on neighbors in the after school hours to watch Lil'K so I can work. I teeter back and forth between wanting to go back to school and wanting to get an RV and just leave. being responsible and just hanging in there and paying things off or just saying screw the pooch and let the car go back. I have waves of anger that a house fire can completely financially destroy you as well as why must everything be so hard for me. always. I will pass through. I always do. but wow. then I just do the human - why am I here and certainly there must be something else I am supposed to be doing because life certainly cannot be this shitty and then just boom it's over. right?Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-13150680420397634542014-09-16T12:44:00.002-05:002014-09-16T12:44:55.978-05:00My New Normalwe are a little more than a month away from the year mark since the fire. I would love to tell you things are awesome. that everything is back to normal. and things are looking up. but not all of that would be the truth. <br />
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I don't think we will ever have a normal. <br />
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the house is coming. little by little it starts to come together. and it will be awesome. watching it transform from two steel school buildings into what we consider a home has been neat. being excited to have a wall here or a door there. seeing another wall has been painted. brought to life with color. knowing how much love has gone into each brush stroke and driven nail. enjoying the days that cousins from my mother's side of the family have come with wood and ladders and tools and more importantly full hearts and hands at the ready. watching a wall covered with 30 year old cedar planks from the sides of the yellow house that were uncovered after the fire. using the chalkboards that were in the Tin Beast to cover other walls. having privacy when we take a shower or use the toilet because the walls have been covered all the way around and we have doors. we have doors!! the little things that so many other people take for granted everyday. that is the part that is awesome. <br />
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noticing how different other people are in their opinions of what makes a house and having to hear their criticism and justify your situation is not awesome. a lot of people don't 'get' the house. they don't understand why we did not build a house. because hello money. or fix the other one. because hello FIRE. their faces trying to hold a smile but contort when they see how the inside is. no walls? just one big continuous room split into three bedrooms? but how do you sleep? well I am so sorry, I did not realize that the thing that allows us to sleep are the walls between rooms. if only I had been smart enough to realize that. because obviously that is the problem. how on earth do people in warehouse flats make it. or a third of the world who live in one room houses or mud huts or tents. dear baby J. if only I were as smart as these people. then all my problems would be solved. people are so small minded and quick to criticize. namely my own family. <br />
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but then there are the believers. the ones who say well it sounds a little different but let me see it. and after visiting, 'get' it. everyone has a different ideal of what makes a home. some choose brick and mortar. others will choose wood. some have hay bales and others grain silos or shipping containers. some are huge and expansive and others are compact and tiny. some even made of all glass, just mind the stones that are thrown. in my mind, whatever you make a house out of, if you fill it with love, then it becomes a home. cook in it. share laughs in it. shed tears in it. do what you do. have tons of love. and it is home. although so many may not agree or get it or not understand...yes the big ugly corrugated tin building with no windows on the front is my home. and we have lovingly coined it 'The Tin Beast' and it is filled with love. love for ourselves and for all who enter the french doors to the breezeway. if the only feeling ever to come from The Beast is love, then we will forever be happy and rich.<br />
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lately it has been quiet. which has been strange. Big'K has gone to college. two years early. to a special program for gifted kids and those that in general just worked their butts off to get there. Big'K is the former, not so much the latter. but she is loving it. mom however is sad and conflicted. but she is oh so happy and I cannot take that from her. she loves it. and truly at the point we were at it was a life or death moment for her to get out of the house and move on with her. being her. finding her. making her. and working on her future. after the fire 'home' became too much. it was too emotional. too raw. and with Lil'K...too everything. had she stayed in the home with the sadness and the anger she would have caved inward. and I truly believe her spirit would have died. she had to get out to be able to live. and I will never begrudge her for that. I understand. there were times when I was a teenager that had I had the support to flee and work on me things would have been so different than they are now. so I am super proud of her. and happy over the hills. <br />
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Lil'K is a different story. she has been in four crisis units in less than a calendar year. three of them in the last ten weeks. we have been living in hell. her voices are back. suicidal ideation rules the day. she just wants to die. my beautiful smart sweet loving little girl wants to die. every day. and she is serious. our area sucks. we have no resources for mental illness for her age. getting her help has been a battle. one that we have been fighting hard. we have new diagnosis' everytime we come home from a crisis unit. mood disorder, NOS; bi-polar with psychotic features; RAD; anxiety disorder; ODD; and the list continues. I fear they just really don't know. and neither do we. it has become our normal. and I hate it. she does not understand why Big G made her this way. to have to live like this for the rest of her life. it is not fair. and she feels that he wants her to be with him. to hear a child so small say these things will break you. in half. and your heart will never recover. and hope is very hard to find. for either of us.<br />
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YaYa is tired. and Loco of course. and broken. sad. overwhelmed. struggling. tearful. turned inside out. financially cleared out. angry. raw. impatient. confused. upset. frustrated. and just plain pissed. I struggle between wanting to do what is best for her and working and keeping her in school and keeping her alive and oh my Big G this medicine is expensive and sweet baby J are we having rice again and please help me find money in my budget for food and wow is it this Friday that the lights get turned off and please please don't let me have to let my car go back and boy I really wanna be able to work from home and thankful for my job and I need a nap and please help us find relief and tomorrow is a new day and oh dear heavens tomorrow is a new day and I am not sure I can take another day. people don't understand. they see her and think there is no way. well big ole world there is most certainly a way and it is mental illness. yes she is only 9. yes she wants to kill herself. oh how am I holding up? well thanks for asking. I'm not. oh that's nice. really? and sure go ahead and make nice and walk away. because you don't know what to say. trust me it is just as scary and unbelievable to me too honey. and if one more person tells me He doesn't give you more than you can handle I'm gonna freaking blow a gasket because fuck you.<br />
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it is strange what your normal can become. and how you adjust. and then how people think they want to know but when they truly see it's oh we are praying for you and we understand. and I just wanna stand on a corner and scream "my child has mental illness and you can all go to hell!! but hey come by and have coffee with me in the breezeway because it makes me feel normal". I can say I must have had a very colorful previous life because I am paying out the nose for all my bad karma. and this is not just one lifetime full of payback.Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-40372848801879872032014-05-14T14:25:00.000-05:002014-05-14T14:25:46.864-05:00211 Days Post Flamesoh universe. you silly thing you. <br />
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you always know. always.<br />
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sometimes bad. sometimes good. <br />
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horrendous and miraculous.<br />
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but you know.<br />
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I literally cried all weekend. yes it was mother's day. I know this. but Friday and Sunday tried to kill me. I swear it. worked so hard on trying to get the washer hooked up. got the hoses hooked up and boom...water spraying everywhere. I cried. get the water situation fixed and there is still a cap on the drain. I cried. I even sent out an SOS on the book of faces. it simply said "Please send: flathead screwdriver, hammer and beer." within a few minutes I commented "found screwdriver and hammer" needless to say quite a few friends say the cry for help and started trying to mobilize a beer drop. I popped the cover off finally. I still cried. got it all ready to go and them boom...no electricity to the outlet. so I cried. one of my neighbors showed up. saw the state I was in and immediately left. but came back with beer! I cried again.<br />
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Saturday was great. we spent the day with the BFF and Big'R, who celebrated a birthday; as well as Lil'R. got to see Mid'K and Juice too. ate some awesome sushi and had some yummy froyo. walked around window shopping and just having a great time in general. left to come home after a wonderful day and cried. because it was one of the best days I have had in a while. and I miss the BFF and the kids so so much.<br />
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Sunday decided to hand me once since Saturday went so well. the electrician showed up and fixed the plugs so everything was golden on that end. I plugged in the washer and voila! we had power people. one small step for mom means no tears today. so then I decided to hook up the dryer. and realized that the cord was not hooked in yet. I struggled to get the plate off. cried. could get the wire hooked in but could NOT get the tension-relief-strain-stopper-don't-pull-the-cord-out-the-back thingamajig done. my hands would not work right. years of carpal tunnel and neuropathy have taken their toll. that screw seemed so small and my hands so big and clumsy. so I cried. and cried. and Lil'K stayed away because she thought I was nuts. and I was crying. and mom never cries. or at least she never used to this much. I eventually got the damned wire and tension thing done and in. could not wait to plug it in and get going. go to plug it in...wrong receptacle. the range and dryer outlets were backwards. cue more tears. luckily the electrician was still there and came and switched them around. plugged in...power. yay! wash a load. yay! move to dryer... fuck. we still had not cut the hole to vent the dryer. are. you. serious. tears. more tears. cussing. flinging of things. frustration. defeat.<br />
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between the washer and dryer and Friday and Sunday I can honestly say I was defeated by the weekend. and laundry apparently. it happens. just normally with much fewer crying.<br />
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the funny thing is where I work we have donors. and one of them is a younger guy. my age. and he was asking about how things were going. and as I was telling him you could see the horror on his face. "what in the hell is wrong with you? crying and shit. you've lost your inner dude. you are totally a girl now. we need to bring you out for beer and wings and man your ass up." I laughed and laughed. but it was so true. it seems like ever since I lost my uterus I lost my dudeness. yeah. do not ask me how that works, but it happened that way. me. crying and shit. jeez. I have been so weepy lately. like a big pansy. argh. this house thing is gonna be the death of me. <br />
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needless to say after all the book of faces posts and stories my cousin Harley has organized a group of people that are coming over this coming Sunday to help. Baby J send in the calvary! the universe heard me. and has sent an angel. it was supposed to be a surprise but she had to oust it because she had questions. and wanted to make sure I was up for it. and had a list. so yeah. surprise ruined. but that is ok. because I still do not know who all is coming. so that will be nice. I have made a list. and answered her questions about what I need and do not need. they are bringing food and help and paint and all kind of stuff. and just help. help. and I am ok with that at this point.<br />
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and I am sure I will cry again. but it will be good tears. not tears of frustration. or anger. or sadness.<br />
<br />Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-67704628175104495832014-04-28T18:27:00.001-05:002014-05-14T14:12:27.135-05:00195th day post flameswhen i get quiet and still i can still feel it. smell it. hear it.<br />
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i still have nightmares. more nights than not. everything is on fire.<br />
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i have panic attacks so many times a day that i lose count. my chest is tight constantly.<br />
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it is still there. like a big yellow sore thumb. staring at me. taunting me.<br />
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the hollowed out room of Big'K with it's burnt windows. the blackened windows in all the rooms.<br />
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but the outside looks fine. what's the problem? what do you mean you can't live in it? it's fine from the outside!<br />
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people are dicks. they don't know. they don't see what is hidden behind the bright yellow siding.<br />
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fire makes you a burden. on others. on yourself. emotionally. physically. it makes you feel helpless. and worthless. and stupid.<br />
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it has been 195 days since my house caught fire. a lot of the details are blurry. i remember parts of it. i wrote down what i could remember. i will share it. just not today.<br />
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i just mostly remember panic. horrible panic. this crazy screaming bitch. who could not calm down. and was just screaming. and hyperventilating. and shouting nonsense. and it was me. the one who never panics. straight the fuck panicked. like a crazy person.<br />
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the thing is it really isn't about the stuff. i love my stuff. and i mean really love my stuff. most of it is family stuff. furniture my mom and dad had. wooden pieces he made. barstools my grandma had for what seemed like eons before i even came along. my baptism gown that Big'K wore. the new one i bought for Lil'K so she would have a hand me down too. the only six outfits left from when i was an infant. my magic cards that Big'K begged to play with all the time but i always said no. the porcelain dolls Lil'K begged to play with all the time but i always said no. my graduation gown. their hospital bands. the newspapers from each of our birth month day and year. tidbits and pieces from my past. most of it was wooden. but some was not. things. just shit. crap i have tried to hold onto since i received them. thinking my life would just end if they were one day gone. fire being one of my worst fears. and then it happened. i have been able to save some of it. although it is scarred. dark and light spots where things were sitting before the fire and the wet soot settled after in the spaces in between. it will always be discolored. the six to ten pieces i have saved will always be flawed. and that is ok.<br />
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the good news is my life didn't end when i realized most everything was gone. it really didn't. it just kind of felt free. like wow. ok. all this stuff i have tied myself to forever is gone. ok. let us move along. and then devastation. and oh. my. god. my stuff. and back to eh it is what it is. and...and... exhaustion. and i have saved things. but when i look at them they no longer hold the love i once had for them. now they just hold sadness. we got lucky. we got very lucky. although nothing made of plastic or cloth or anything other than cast iron or stainless steel really survived, other than the wooden pieces that didn't burn, we were lucky. in that way.<br />
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i did think my life was going to end. burst into flames and float away with the wind. i truly for the first time in a long time just did not want to live. i just had no desire to continue breathing. for more than just one reason. and for reasons that would never cross your mind. and that is another story as well. and maybe i will tell it too.<br />
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insurance is a bitch. apparently the house, although deemed not repairable by the insurance in the beginning and at least two contractors, has been determined to be 'repairable' in the end. do what? yep. so now we don't get all of the insurance money. which i guess is ok when you have savings and stuff. but when you don't. and that money is what you are counting on to start over. and then you don't get it all. well it sucks. and it leaves you still without plumbing 195 days past flames. electricity having only been on a few weeks. pissing in a home depot bucket. showering at friends. still $3000 short. always fucking $3000 short. feeling like a burden. always a fucking burden. not knowing what to do. being so lost. knowing you are inside. but not being able to be found. appreciative of the help but gut wrenching sickness when you have to take it.<br />
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all in all we were so very lucky. none of us were hurt physically. mentally and emotionally are a whole different world. we were lucky to have wonderful friends who are like family. we were lucky to be so loved. and cared for.<br />
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the unlucky parts are worse though. because they are mostly emotional. and mental. and they just keep poking and digging at an already broken me. there is so much i just want to vent about. to vomit until the bad comes out. to scream. drink until i pass out. to cut just a little. to complain. cry and wail. flail on the ground until i am bloody. just to bitch. but it comes out in crazy spats. starts as one and warps into another. and then none of it makes sense. at all. not even to me. and the guilt. the horrible guilt. the mind numbing pathetic guilt. that i was out of it for so long. that i shut down. and closed in on myself. that i ruined things without knowing i did. without intending to. with trying to do what i thought was best. was easiest for everyone else. disappear inside myself. you can't see me. i'm not a burden now. feeling left out. feeling hated. feeling like the enemy. what - you don't understand...but you were doing everything you could to ruin it. but i wasn't. i really truly wasn't. i was thinking oh my god. freedom. help. love. family. what we have wanted. and yay. now it is here. but no. it's not. because you're one apple'd and a user. it was truly only the best of intentions. but every road to hell and destruction and fuckedupedness was paved with good intentions. good intentions from oblivious assholes. like me.<br />
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i know we were lucky. i do. but some days...well. we kinda weren't.<br />
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but i still miss my stuff. and my house. and myself. and i miss my best friend more than life. and my normal. and everything else that those flames took with them. the things that were burned have been the least ruined things. it's everything else that got fucked up since the flames. that has been the worst.<br />
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195 days. oh jesus. what will the next 195 hold...Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-73684856890814896592013-12-21T15:14:00.001-06:002014-05-14T14:11:35.760-05:00The 100th plus onewith everything going on lately, the fact that my last post was my 100th completely passed me by. <br />
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yep. it did.<br />
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things seem to be progressing. the house is still sitting there. we cannot bring Lil'K to the site so getting in and getting the few remaining items I want out is proving a little difficult. hopefully after the first of the year we will be able to finish that up and start the 'throwing away to tear down' process. which is going to be hard. I loved my stuff. I am a sentimental fool. this I know. so having to go through the things that are not necessarily burnt but still ruined and need to be tossed is going to be hard. a lifetime (or more) of things that I have worked so hard to keep. just gone. <br />
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fire sucks.<br />
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I have had dreams throughout my life of fires. it is something that has always scared me. not only because it is so dangerous but also because everything is just gone. or ruined. or drenched or just in general jacked up. and it just sucks.<br />
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I am looking forward to moving in another direction. I am not sure where we will go and what we will do. the BFF and her family have been great. we have been staying here for the last two months. there are tons of plans on the block up for discussion. and we will just have to see. <br />
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Christmas is just around the corner and I can say it is going to be ok. I know it will. the kids have things under the tree. and we have new things all around us. it will be ok.<br />
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I do hope your holidays will be wonderful. I know that ours will. <br />
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and woot woot for having 100 posts. it took what seems like forever to get there. but I did.<br />
<br />Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-91846004875144333582013-12-06T21:07:00.000-06:002013-12-06T21:07:09.740-06:00This Journey Towards The New Yearwe are surviving. <br />
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things have been so strange this year. after the fire Lil'K became very interested in fire. she informed us a couple weeks after the fire that she had been setting them in places around BFF's house. we had already had a very rough couple of months with her, so we headed up to a bigger city and brought her to a crisis unit.<br />
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I committed my child.<br />
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she stayed for 12 days. that is a long time in a crisis stabilization unit. she survived. although the first day walking away I was not sure if I would. there were lots of tears. she blamed me for leaving her. that I was not going to come back. begged and manipulated to come home. and was told no. reassured that we were doing what we had to for her to get help. it was a long 12 days. for both of us. she learned a lot of great tools and came home with new diagnosis codes. she was coded mood disorder NOS and reactive attachment disorder. they were leaning towards bi polar or schizoaffective with bipolar, but because of her age does not meet all of the requirements for a definite diagnosis. her meds have completely changed. and that has been good. her behavioral issues were addressed and it was felt that the number and strength of meds she was on had to do with parts of the erratic behavior. her mental illness had its hand in it as well as her bad behavior she made the choice to display. there are really a lot of factors in it. a good bit of it she can control. just making bad choices for one in her behavior. but there are parts she will have to learn to control. and then another part that she will never be able to control. it is going to be a work in progress her whole life. <br />
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she was in good hands while she was there. all of the staff there was amazing beyond belief. it helped me to be able to focus and not stay crazy the whole time. I stayed at the local Ronald McDonald House. THAT is an amazing place. I felt so strange hanging out with parents whose children were going through something I could never imagine. I kept to myself for a few days. BFF drove up with Big'K and Big'R and stayed for about 5 days. it was great having them there. because I almost felt guilty around the other parents I had not really talked to any of them. after meeting a few of them I understood. here I was feeling like I could never survive having a baby with scrambled eggs for a heart, or a child with a terminal illness... but after hearing our story a funny thing happened. they were all in shock. how could I live through it? it was amazing to hear these amazing strong beautiful women say that they felt the same way I did. I was speechless. it did not matter what we were going through as moms and families, we were all there struggling and praying and fighting together. for our children. it was truly one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I can tell you, if you live near one...GO. contribute. volunteer. bring your kids. cook a meal for the house residents. they are most appreciative. and your heart will definitely grow for it.<br />
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while all of this was going on Big'K had her diagnoses confirmed. definitely Asperger's, and anxiety. which we knew. they took away the depression and PTSD. but upped her OCD, saying it was much more severe than originally diagnosed at age 8. she was put on medicine and was going so much better. the counting had all but stopped. but she began to be more impatient. was more 'forceful' and assertive when normally she would shrink back and be quieter. and while visiting me at the RMH we noticed she had began picking. she would pick in her sleep and had a horrible spot about the size of a half dollar in addition to about half a dozen spots on her face. they were beginning to develop staph and were getting gnarly. we have since stopped the meds and will follow up right before Xmas to see if we can try something else. she is back to counting but the picking seems to have stopped. which is great. the forcefulness with her words is slacking off and she is doing better. <br />
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my eyes leaked for three weeks straight. not only was I not being able to mourn for my house and belongings (yes I know they are just things...but they were my things and I loved them), but here I was five hours from home having my smallest committed. needless to say it has been a rough 2013. I am so ready for 2014. and I do hope it brings better things for my little snafud world. we are doing better. no real progress on the house yet. it has been recommended that we do not bring Lil'K back to the house. but we also have to have her supervised 24/7 because of her firesetting tendencies (which thank goodness seem to have been quelled). so needless to say it is hard to have the time to get over there to work on it. very few things were salvageable so there is not too much left to get out. then the hard part. you see the structure is still standing but the inside is totally ruined. if not burnt, the heat, smoke, water and foam ruined it. so we have a lot of cleanup to do. and then have the house torn down. and then figure out where to go from there. the house was covered on insurance but not the contents. and after paying off the mortgage, the insurance money (minus depreciation), is thin to say the least. so whatever is next will have to make sense financially. we will look at all the options and go from there. it will have to do.<br />
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I have been having horrible anxiety at night about the fire. sleeping has become hard. everything looks like fire. smells like fire. and makes me think fire. the shadows coming in the window of the branches moving in the light, the electronics that have a flashing light, any noise at all. when I do sleep I have nightmares about everything burning. add to that the fact that I am a night owl naturally and the years of weird shifts I have worked most of my life and you have typical insomnia. yay!! I get up and check Lil'K so often I cannot actually get good sleep. I am so afraid I am going to doze off and she is going to start a fire. my heart races and sleep is the furthest thing from my mind. I can take an OTC sleep aide. but most of them after two nights give me restless leg so I have to stop them. when I take something I can usually sleep but then am left with the sleep med hangover. which sucks. I will get there. I spoke to Lil'Ks therapist, he said there is a good chance the fire gave me a sort of PTSD. nice. as if I do not have enough going on as it is. oh well. I will get past it. I always do.<br />
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all in all this year has blown. but the holidays are upon us. we have had so much to be thankful for. and more positive things coming in the future. we are all under one roof for now. myself, Big'K, Lil'K, the BFF, her hubby Juice, Big'R, Lil'R and Mid'K. it has been fun to say the least. everyone is learning the ropes. and they are doing well. Lil'K has done SO much better. and we are all proud of her. it has been an adjustment to say the least. but we will all make it through. and things will get better. just today I paid it forward to a family that Big'K is friends with. I actually went to school with the mother. and the oldest son and Big'K are tight like thieves. he is a sweet kid. they are going through a hard time right now and food has been scarce. I paid forward a little bit. just something small. a grocery card. so they can eat. I know what it is like to not have food. I have struggled and been in that same predicament but was too proud to say anything. there were weeks where we lived off of oatmeal or cereal. or just plain rice. times when I would eat oatmeal and let the kids have the 'real' food. these times were not too long ago. and my heart told me to pay forward. she almost would not even take the card. I told her you can take it or I will go grocery shop for you and bring it here. eventually through tears she took it. it made my heart smile. big.<br />
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things will get better. they certainly must. I have faith in Big G. and Baby J and Blessed Mother M. in my heart I know they will. there is just that thing...that says all of these trials have been for something. just please do not let them be testing me for something bigger and worse. just let them be humbling me for something awesome and amazing.<br />
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life is but a journey. and I most certainly plan on brighter times ahead. bring it on new year. I am definitely ready for something new.Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-71857442488359726602013-11-09T15:25:00.000-06:002013-11-09T15:25:23.318-06:00Up In Smoke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-42795534490725864492013-10-13T11:20:00.000-05:002013-10-13T11:20:49.006-05:00Fight the Good and Loud Fight. Mental Illness is a Punk.mental illness is a bitch. it has consumed my life as a mother. it affects so many people in this world. it has been stigmatized and turned into something that is seen as shameful. over the past couple of years so many beautiful strong women have spoken out about their trials and have helped to bring awareness in the hopes to erase the stigma associated with mental illness. one in particular, <a href="http://www.thebloggess.com/" target="_blank">The Bloggess</a>, has frequently blogged on her struggle with anxiety and depression. she is just one of my many heros. to all of those that continue to share in order to change the public view on this horrible disease...keep up the good fight. this is part of my story...<br />
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I suffered with post partum depression after my second child at the age of 29. it morphed into depression and clouded my life for the better part of six years. prior to that anger and resentment, from my mother dying when I was 15, combined with the twists and turns that followed in the next four or so years, turned me into someone I no longer recognized. this lasted for about 20 years. let that sink in. two decades. of anger, resentment and grief. it changes you. changes who you are at the core. the face that stares back at you from the bathroom mirror is that of a total stranger.<br />
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the 'new' me at thirty was ill equipped to handle motherhood. I had never really been a very maternal person to begin with. I was adopted. and although I loved my parents deeply I suffered from some type of attachment disorder. I never liked to be touched. or hugged. being held and comforted in a rocker by the age of six was really just torture. I had a hard time expressing my love in words. I loved my friends more publicly than I ever was able to love my parents. pile onto this the shock and anger at my mother passing and the PPD that hung over me like a thunderstorm and you just get one really detached human. <br />
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I had my first child, Big'K, at the age of 21. I was in the Army with a great future in front of me. Cue unplanned pregnancy. The fear of being more than a thousand miles from everyone I considered a loved one, combined with the fact that her father was on the west coast and I was heading to the upper east coast, guided my judgment and I chose to exit stage left from the military. one of the biggest regrets of my life. I came home and had her a month early. with a horrible C-section, my inability to breast feed, complete ignorance at taking care of a child and no natural maternal fairydust to guide me, we struggled through the first few months. my cousin Harley took us in and helped so much. she was a different child. much like me. was uncomfortable being held. had reflux to the Amityville Horror level. could not tolerate most formulas. she was mostly a happy baby. literally cried hard three times before the age of one. two of those times we went to the hospital because I had no idea what to do. I was being spoiled. I had the best infant ever. so adorable and sweet. went along with mostly anything. we muddled through the first few years and made it. we never really were able to bond. two people who do not like to be touched do not make a loving mother daughter commercial. I deployed when she was six. not across the world. but across this huge state I live in. she stayed half the time with the BFF and the rest with my dad and step mom. she sunk into a horrible depression. and I was destroyed. I had thought that I would have been able to handle the distance and separation. but I sucked at it. horribly. after the year I returned and we actually began to bond. it was a great time. <br />
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cue second child.<br />
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things were wrong from the beginning. the whole pregnancy was hard. I was sick. and so so tired. I had tons of scar tissue from previous surgeries and endometriosis and the entire pregnancy each time she grew something would rip. I spent the entire pregnancy wondering when one of us was going to die. obviously neither of us did. we made it to the end. the hospital stay itself is another post. motherhood is strange. I believe it gives us the ability to block certain things out. for if not no one would have more than one child. maybe because the last four years have been so rough my brain did the only thing it could do, push those baby memories to the back so that there was a good part to remember. because in my mind her babyhood was great. but it was not. she wavered between being a great happy baby to head spinning pea soup spitting demon child. it was different than with Big'K. I felt like we had bonded. at this point I figured it was just something I was doing. my support system was great. so I knew it could not just be me. for the most part though it was all ok. we moved right before she turned two. she was a baby that had been in daycare since she was 10 weeks old. and had done well. once we moved though things changed. she began acting out. biting. throwing crazy fits. I had no idea what was going on. a lot had changed. we moved. I was working one week on and one week off. eventually things lined out a little more. we moved back 'home' when she was about four. the fits had become worse. she would clench her teeth and growl like a wild animal. her eyes would be glossy and full of rage. she began kicking and hitting. either everything around her or herself. leaving a virtual fall out zone for weeks at a time. nothing made her happy. when we would figure out what made her happy it would change.<br />
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cue the beginning of the end of normal.<br />
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it becomes harder to remember the further we get from that defining moment. but I know it was close to thanksgiving. she was 'raging' in the living room. I had started doing the ignore tactic. hoping it would lessen the severity and longevity of the fits. I walked into the kitchen to wash dishes. she was on the floor in the living room kicking and growling. my kitchen and living room are open to each other so I could still see her. I would glance at her every ten to fifteen seconds just to be sure she was ok. then glancing every thirty or so seconds. I could hear her kicking and growling the whole time. she was in a direct line of sight. I looked away to put a plate in the dish rack and wash another. when I looked back up at her, she had the cord to the vacuum cleaner wrapped around her neck and was pulling with all her might. my sweet beautiful four year old was... self harming. how does that even happen? I ran over and took the cord from her hands and from around her neck. I sat on the floor and held her tight crying until she calmed down. this was the straw that broke the camels back. the next day I called our local MHMR to schedule an appointment. I did not have insurance and could not afford to pay out of pocket. so I went with what I knew. this was a horrible time. the two weeks of doing paperwork to get her qualified and then seen was excruciating. it felt like a decade. with her self harming becoming more frequent how could we continue to wait. we were qualified and did eventually get it. this started the road that we have been on for the last four, almost five, years. we have found meds that have worked. but she metabolizes meds quickly. adapts. there are frequent updoses. and med changes. the one med that has kept her stable for so long we have had to stop. it was messing with her sugar and triglycerides. and her hormones were way too high. so after over a year of mostly ok times, we are at the start again. and I feel like I did four years ago. <br />
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I am exhausted. I worry constantly. she rages. but has turned her anger towards me. she hates me. and not like 'oh yeah my daughter told me she hates me' and it is a phase that every child goes through. my daughter truly with every cell in her body hates me. if only for thirty minutes. she truly hates me. but does not know why. and it is not constant. but when it hits the destruction she leaves is almost irreparable. the first new med we tired was a no-go. it made her very self sabotaging. we are on a new med now. it seems to be working. but she is metabolizing it fast. so it is wearing off. and between that time and the next dose it is all death and dismemberment. one of her meds is a time med. it HAS to be given every 12 hours on the dot. with no more than 15 minutes each way. this is not a joke. we have found that even twenty to thirty minutes late or early changes everything. we need to add in another dose during the day of the new med, but the doctor does not agree. he thinks is would sedate her. a sledge hammer and a WWF wrestler could not sedate this child. I know the doctor has the degree and the schooling. but I am the mom. I have her 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I see her. I know what the meds do and do not do. I am not stupid. I am educated. I have read and researched everything I can to better help her and us. he tells me I am a good parent, but gets irritated that I know the names of meds and their half-lives. did I mention I have been a lab tech since 1996? I am IN the medical field. I know things. you have a parent that is willing to read. and learn. and be proactive in their child's mental healthcare. that can understand dosages and half-life's. that should be used as a tool in helping this child. but instead I get chastised for researching and learning. it is sad. a medical community that often does not believe in childhood mental illness' because they do not understand them. tells parents they are wrong. <br />
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in the last three months we have had one of the roughest times since the thanksgiving stunt. she has tried to jump out of a moving car. asked me to drown her in the canal. set the house on fire. cut her hair off. wrote stories about not having a mom. ran away. stolen her sister's money. told me she hated me. asked to be institutionalized. waged mental warfare with everyone she loves. self harmed. she has also laughed. shared her ice cream. helped a kid with their math work. dressed up in play clothes and make up. helped cook dinner. took up for a kid being bullied. made straight A's. fixed her own bento box for lunch. played in the rain. sang at the top of her lungs in the shower. woke up and fixed her sister breakfast. and given the best hugs.<br />
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this is not normal behavior for an 8 year old.<br />
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my name is Loco YaYa. my Big'K is smarter than 96% of the population. beautiful in a natural way. empathetic. loving. nerdy. not affected by peer pressure or social expectations. strange and wonderful. she is her own person. she is determined to go to college early. she is not defined by her Asperger's or severe OCD or anxiety disorder. but if she was she would not care. she is so special. I wish everyone could do that. not worry about what others thought. and continue to push forward.<br />
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my name is Loco YaYa. my Lil'K is beautiful. can sing like an angel. highly intelligent. funny as hell. loves ice cream. is flexible like a gymnast and wants to cheer. loves being independent. wishes she was not different. hates the voices in her head. she is bi-polar. my sweet beautiful baby is bi-polar. she cycles anywhere from 8 to 20 times a day on a bad day. and will struggle the rest of her life with an invisible illness that will define her. and she cares. I worry about her future. where she will be and how she will continue forward.<br />
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mental illness needs a punch in the junk. it sucks. it makes your life hard. it begs to be hidden. well I am tired of hiding. I am tired of the stigma. I am tired of society dictating what is right and wrong. that child you see melting the fuck down in the grocery store is not always a result of bad parenting. and that mom that is gritting her teeth and holding back tears praying that her kid can hold it together long enough to get the groceries in the car is overwhelmed. she is tired. she does not need your stare of disapproval. she is doing the best she can with what she has to work with. and I guarantee she would be more than willing to give you a weekend in her shoes and watch you fail miserably. that parent that speaks more sternly or with truths that you believe are too much for a child to understand when explaining something is not being bitchy. she may just be explaining something a little more logically to a child that only sees black and white. only understands logic. and that child may have a 160 IQ and understand far more than you do. I am tired of a mental health system that studies symptoms and patterns of adults and because they do not fit to a child, thinks it is not possible. or a doctor that thinks a parent does not know as much about their child because they do not have a PhD. I call horseshit on the world for making parents of mentally ill children suffer in silence. and a big fuck you to the universe for even making it possible.<br />
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I am the mother of a mentally ill child. and I refuse to be silent...<br />
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<br />Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-49905368990864614422013-08-22T09:55:00.000-05:002013-08-22T09:55:09.963-05:00Time Changes Pain - 22 Years Laterit no longer lingers all year. no longer sits just below the surface like a nagging splinter. it is not the first thing on my mind when I wake up, although it does cross my mind the moment before sleep sometimes. I no longer count down to the date, calculating the years since that horrible day and then noticing how much the 'without' years dwarf the 'with' years. starting with a stomach ache, or unexplainable depression in the middle of summer and having it morph into a complete break in august. more importantly the anger is not all consuming. the vitriol that my brain spewed at all the others who still had their mothers. there are differences. with the time. the ache is still there... just a little different.<br />
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it comes like a gut shot at times, like when I realize Big'K is less than a week from her sophomore year. stabs like a knife when Lil'K is having a rough day and I just need some advice, or to escape. an overwhelming wave of nausea when I realize that last Saturday was the day, and I did not even realize it. that the trip to purchase bento boxes on Friday, the hanging around on Saturday, and trip to the beach on Sunday were enough to keep my mind from realizing what the date was. and that the timing this year is just eerie. two weekends and just nine days before Big'K's first day of 10th grade. when 22 years ago, it was the Saturday before my first day of 10th grade. three days before to be exact. the sick feeling this morning when I wondered why everyone kept saying I was just 'off' this weekend, and not knowing the reason for it, until this morning at work seeing the date on the calendar. yep. that was the reason. that even though I consciously did not realize the date, my body did. that was the reason for being so 'off', because my heart always knows.<br />
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it is not that I have forgotten. you never forget something like that. it is just that with time, the pain changes. I do not know anymore if I believe that time heals. I have told other people, even told myself that it does. but I am no longer sure. I do not feel as if I have been healed. I do feel that I have changed. I do know that time will change things. I know that my mini-breakdown a couple years ago helped so much. such a strange statement to make. when I read those words on paper it does not make sense. but that breakdown...it definitely fixed something. changed something. healed something.<br />
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I know I was blessed to have the years that I had with her. I wish I would have paid more attention. and learned more. I wish I could be more like her. with the patience of a saint. the smile that could light up a room. fantastic baking skills. a mother like no other. and so so much more.<br />
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grief is like a continuous circle. you are constantly in one stage or another. sometimes you stay stuck in one. I was stuck in anger for a long time. unable to move past it and continue to grieve. that is so dangerous. and destructive. it took me 20 years to get out of it. but things have been so much better since I have. I have chilled in acceptance. every once in a while though, something will hit and boom the circle will start over. but that is ok. it helps. moving through the stages can help to change your grief. mold it into something you can live with. and I am there. moving. and living. and it is way better than where I was stuck for so long.<br />
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I know it will always hurt. I know it will always make me cry. but it will not hold me hostage.<br />
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I have changed.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">growing</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">up we moved quite a bit. or at least it seemed that way. i really only lived in two or three different cities between kindergarten and senior year. between third and summer before eighth grade we lived in the same city. but moved about seven different times in that span. my mother stayed at home with us, most of that time; my father teetered between owning his own business and working contract work. so change was the constant.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">as</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a human we despise change. or at least the majority of us do. but somewhere in all the chaos i developed a love hate relationship with change. my soul yearned for change but my mind fought it. i would yearn for change but then fight it when it was happening. i think that is only natural. most of that change was out of my control. and at the time was frightening, but now i look back on it and am glad it all happened. it made me who i am</span>. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">with</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> the changes i have made personally to who i am, and fighting to get the better parts of girl i used to be back, my nomad bones have started rattling in their cage. lately i have been struggling between my need to have my place, with my family and those i love around. and my internal need to roam. we have been planning 'the compound'. a parcel of land where three or four of my nearest and dearest will make roots. land that we can all work on. to make our place in this jacked up world. a safe haven. with gardens and animals for food. a community of sorts. protection from the outside chaos. so that in years to come my family can be safe. a place to call ours when the proverbial shit hits the fan. the plans are exciting. everyone is on board. we even have a 'shit or get off the pot' date set. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">in</span> the midst of all the planning my bones started rattling. my soul yearning to just go. not for long in the beginning. but to just get out. sometimes you have to get away to realize that you need to come back. with all the issues with Lil'K it has been near impossible. Big'K is finishing up her freshman year of high school and looking forward to the remainder of high school. as much as i would have loved for her to have been homeschooled, i think where she is now would not be a good time to uproot and explore. so i have made a truce with myself. three years. she will graduate in 2016 and head off to college. at that time Lil'K will just be heading into junior high. the BFF is a pro at homeschooling. that time would be perfect to leave. so the BFF and i have been coming up with a plan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">it</span> is a scary idea. but filled with so much wonder and excitement at the possibilities. as always this could just be another loco hairbrained idea. i tend to have those. but i think i have such elaborate ideas because my inner nomad is screaming. we are sitting still. we are becoming complacent. we are dying inside. so for right now it is an idea. one that we will thoroughly research. and plan. and hopefully put into action. and if not, it will be fun to plan and dream about.</span>Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-16083251297622471552013-05-29T11:58:00.002-05:002013-06-05T10:45:43.331-05:00Times 'a Flyinwow. i hate when i check my last post and realize that it has been so long since i have posted. life just gets busy. and in my little snafud world busy is an understatement. <br />
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oh reader. damned Google. it still throws me off. i am slowly tracking down my favorites. but it just makes things harder. and makes me much slower to read and comment. and we all know everybody loves blog comment love.<br />
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we had a couple of birthdays. Lil'K celebrated her 8th. and in step with the 'Mother of the Year' that i am obviously winning at, i did not do my normal birthday blog for her. but i redeemed myself with getting her a bike. the birthday was great. we had tons of friends and family at the house to celebrate. cupcakes that were yummy and a pinata that held wayyyyy more candy and goodies than should be allowed by law. the only downside was that, at the time, Lil'K had fractured a bone in her lower leg and with all the running and playing it was causing a lot of pain, so she petered out a little early. and mom of the year over here didn't realize something was wrong with said leg for over two weeks. <br />
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my birthday followed a little over two weeks later and it was fun. all the big people actually went out. like out out. like big people do. i even dressed up. and wore make up. and 3" wedges. friends, family and co-workers showed up and it was great. the BFF wasn't able to make it due to not feeling well so that part sucked, but all in all it was a good birthday.<br />
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we have started having Friday Night Community Dinner at my house. it started out as a way for me to pay a neighbor/friend/inner-circle-member for keeping Lil'K a couple of afternoons after daycare until i got home. but i live in a small town so as soon as friends started seeing the cars the calls started coming in. which turned into "sure!! come on over". within two weekends we had well over 40 people at my house. i cook with the help of BFF and the inner circle mamas help with the picking up of the house on Friday after Friday morning coffee. it did get to the point that there is now a facebook private page just for the FNCD crew. we will kind of slow down during the summer as most of my friends actually do things. i have totally enjoyed the Friday nights, but after 6 months of it...it is getting to be a little much. but i love it. i get to see all of my nearest and dearest friends that i love so much at least once a month now. and that more than makes up for it. although it seems that even if the FNCD is cancelled, the inner-circle ends up still hanging out. the inner-circle is just myself, the BFF, cousin June, cousin August, cousin BigJ and The Blondes (neighbors that have become very close). so even without the full on party, there are still quite a few of us. but i enjoy it.<br />
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we have been on quite a ride with Lil'K and her meds. i cannot remember how much i have said without going back and reading older posts, and well, i am at work and not gonna do it lol. we have switched meds recently. since christmas maybe? i cannot remember exactly. but we are on lithium now. and prozac. and respirdol. it has been helpful. but we will always be on a medicine ride. until she gets a little older and can learn to self-control her moods and swings. but all in all we have had a much better last three months.<br />
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Big'K got her class ranking and GPA. she is 26th out of 165. which just makes me mad. she has a 3.7 GPA which makes me mad again. she is so smart. and she knows had she not had so many zeros she would have been way higher ranked with a better GPA. i do hope this helps to push her forward a little. her anxiety was way worse this freshman year of high school. but she is finding ways to work on it.<br />
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this coming weekend we will be heading to dallas for A-Kon. the anime convention not the singer. we are all excited. the two big girls and the BFF and i are going. so there will be a post after that. we also had a tragedy at work. so i will post about that as well.<br />
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i hope that is enough of an update for right now. and secretly the only reason i updated is because i know MOTPG would stop by.<br />
<br />Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-2253527049545424382013-04-03T10:18:00.000-05:002013-04-03T10:18:01.735-05:00I Have Fallen......apparently off the face of the earth. but only the cyber earth. i am actually alive and well. just have not spent a ton of time online. <br />
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first Google decided to kill off the Reader. which is horrible in my world. i relied on it. to read the blogs i loved the most. to let me know when there was a new post. and now....nothing. i have to go and hunt them down like 'olden times' and well seriously i was following over 260 blogs. with a good two dozen that i read weekly. finding them all is a pain. so i have been slow to comment lately. and slow to blog. i will sit down this weekend and hammer out a few posts. we celebrated a birthday, had a holiday weekend, have started Friday Night Community Dinner at my house weekly, dove back into the world of daycare, and so many other things over the last couple of months. <br />
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i have not written due to the lack of words or inspiration, it has been due to how busy we have been. both good busy and bad busy. and the fact that my children have taken over my laptop. plus we kind of instituted a 'no electronics' on the weekend rule. which is bad for me. <br />
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i will catch you all up. soon. promise.Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-70631609129236342292013-01-08T19:15:00.000-06:002013-01-08T19:15:04.014-06:00Finding Your Pastit is no secret that i am adopted. after the birth of Lil'K i was forced to do a little thinking. health wise i was going through things that were a bit scary. things that my mother had gone through. that ultimately led to her having a hysterectomy when i was three. which led to her being on hormones. which as we all know led to her death. facing the same surgery in my near future started to worry me. it made me think long and hard about my medical past. and more importantly, my lack of knowledge about my medical past. the fact that i now had a second child, whose paternal medical past i had no knowledge of either. being adopted, and in the mid 70's at that, you can imagine that the 'passing on of information' was not quite as open as it is now in some cases. i literally knew very little. i knew the agency used. that she was musical. had brown hair. was 21. and that i was a mix of irish, dutch and indian. the tribal headdress kind, not the in the sand with camel's kind. and that the possibility i was given up was that she wanted to head to medical school. but that was the extent of what i knew.<br />
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enter Lil'K and my need for learning more skyrocketed. but how on earth could i do that? my adoption was obviously closed. my birth mother used an agency that in my area is known for their 'wayward home for expecting young mothers'. or back in the day that was the case. i started by contacting them. no help. i could pay an astronomical amount of money and send in an application that if happened to match another party would allow me to receive information. so i put my information out on a couple of adoption sites. by the time i forgot about it i received an email from an adoption search agency. in the email it only asked if the number shown was my birth certificate number. it was. the number matched a birth certificate from my birthday with only 'baby girl' listed. but with a name under mother. then the same number is shown with my name, my mother and father as well. she said it was unusual back then for the same number to be on both. they would usually give a new number to the birth certificate that went with the adoptive parents and child. so it made things easier. she was able to give me my birth mother's name. her parents names. the name of her mother. and another relative as well as his address and phone number and the fact that at one time she had lived with him. of course, i could not fathom calling that number. i just kind of sat on the information for a while. do not get me wrong, i would google the shit out of the information i had. but just could not act on it. i googled for quite a while. years even. but did not get the push i needed until early 2012 when my cousin and i started putting together our family tree. i decided to start another one on the side. you would not believe the information that can be found on those sites. so i entered my birth mother's name. i found a picture of her. from high school and nearly fell out of my chair. i could not even think. i took a picture of it on my phone and sent it to August. she immediately was like WTF is that? the resemblance was striking. i knew it was her.<br />
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i continued to search for her brother. i knew her parents were already deceased. i had found their death certificates. but the brother remained elusive. and she was just kind of in the wind. i searched and searched. but kept coming up with nothing but dead ends.<br />
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school started and the holidays hit. and the searching just kind of came to a halt. after christmas i decided to look again. and the first entry in google was... her obituary. it took my breath away. she had passed away at the age of 57 in september of 2012. i contacted the funeral home that was listed as doing the arrangements. the gentleman there was very sympathetic to my story. after playing phone tag for almost a month, i got in touch with him this morning and heard the news that i was dreading. he did not do the pick up from the hospital. it was another funeral home. it was a county case. she was cremated. no living relatives or assets. it was a friend from work that made the arrangements. they did not even know where she was born at. where her parents were from. or any other information.<br />
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after all my searching. and wondering. that was it. it was over. no. living. relatives.<br />
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all i can do now is try to find the woman that helped make the arrangements. and maybe talk to her. i searched all day for her brother. and the other relative. to no avail.<br />
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i just have a hard time imagining that this is the end. but i have to say my heart is very heavy. i know as an adopted child that your past is always hard to narrow down. and i love my parents. they are the only mom and dad i know. the best ever. and i do not want to belittle them. but i think being human...there is an instinct to understand your past. to know where you come from. i think that has nothing to do with being adopted. i want to know the same things about my parents. especially my mom. i knew her as my mom, but growing up without her i was not able to really understand what she was like as an adult. i only saw her as a mom. i want to know about her as much as i do my birth mom. probably even more. but with both of them gone...where do i start? how do i get to my past? what will i tell my girls? i do not want them to be my age and wonder about their pasts. i know this will be something that i will have to get past. getting past your past. sheesh i sure have been working on this lately.<br />
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ughh. just one more thing to add to my list of 'shitineedtoworkthrough'Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-62445182601952747012013-01-06T20:45:00.000-06:002013-02-13T12:38:47.980-06:00When Your Baby Makes You Proud of Yourselfthe last two weeks have been a tad bit crazy. but i guess in a good way. i guess it starts with Christmas. the whole thing was just so weird. i do not know if the kids getting early released from school the Friday prior to Christmas, which made Christmas seem to come faster, or if it was that i took off of work the entire week of Christmas. this holiday just seemed strange from the get-go. my cousin and his wife (and adorable two year old!) were down from Colorado for a week to celebrate with us, but to also pack up their home to move permanently from here to there. we had tons of fun and cousin time. which was great. we enjoyed it so much. although it did seem like i was killing my liver a little at a time. Christmas Eve i pulled a little bender. ended up in a ditch. and i do not mean my car. i mean me. my body. in a ditch. a very cold, wet ditch. for hours. yep. yay vodka. combined with a safety meeting (long story). needless to say it was a fun night...but a little overdone on my part. here at the Casa de la Loco, we open presents on Christmas Eve morning. a tradition that was started after the birth of Lil'K. we just have too many places to go in too short a time. well the present opening came and went with very little fanfare. it did not help that Lil'K decided to bust out of bed at 2:30 in the morning. i talked her into staying in bed until a little after four. which made for a long day for mama. the big guy in the red suit only brought three presents per child. which could have been the issue. the mama decided to pay bills first and get presents second. it was a smart financial decision, but sucked for the girls. i do not regret it. at all. extra presents did come in the mail from my second mother. which was awesome. and much appreciated.<br />
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after the ditch incident later that evening, Christmas Day ended up kind of being a blur. we made it out to Papa Loco's house. and did the fat red man there. normally we would spend Christmas evening for dinner with the BFF, but she was out of town. out of state actually. which made the holidays even weirder. the first time in almost a decade that Christmas wasn't spent with my family. i actually got to visit with my aunt that i rarely see which was wonderful. it just seemed that the whole week flew by. this past week was even dumber. off on monday, work on tuesday, work on wednesday and thursday. off on friday. work on saturday. off on sunday (today) and back to work tomorrow. i guess that is what i get for taking a week off.<br />
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through all of it though my kids were like champs. they did not complain, at least not more than normal kids do. and it made me proud. they did not complain about the lack of gifts. the appreciated the fact that all of our utilities still worked. they appreciated the visit with all of the family. i am amazed by my children every day. even the bad days. i am still proud of them. and amazed that someone so loco is who made them. who has raised them. it is just amazing.<br />
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tonight Big'K said something that made me so proud. we went for burgers. it was late and i did not feel like cooking. while at the burger place i noticed a strange guy. you know the one. speaking too loudly. dressed in too many layers. dirty beard and hair. very disheveled. pacing. around the inside and then outside and back in. you could tell he was hungry. but obviously had no money. and he was crazy. not in a good way. in a schizo or bipolar way. and he was apparently not medicated. normally where we live it is pretty warm. but right now we are in the middle of our 'winter' which means it can get nippy. i was very cautious of him. as both of my children are 'special' and tend to attract the weird ones. when we were finished eating, i sent the girls with my car keys to go get in the car. and i walked up to the counter. i asked the girl if she knew if he was just drunk or was he mental. already knowing the answer. there was a good possibility he may have been drunk. but he was without a doubt mental. all i could see in my minds eye was Lil'K, my brother, or many of the countless others that i know that suffer from mental illness in that same predicament. she said she did not know. but he had been there for well over an hour. in my time there he had gone up and gotten a coffee cup. i asked her did he pay for his drink and she said no. "i think he has something wrong with him. he babbles off and on. about nothing or everything. he is obviously hungry. but i think he is homeless" she said back. in an almost whisper as to not draw his attention. i then told her the following: "in this bag are two of our three orders of fries. we did not need them. i want you to order four chicken strips. if not eaten they are easy to carry and will keep for a while. also order a small drink. when they are ready, please give the bag of fries and the chicken and drink to that man. he obviously needs it." she looked at me with eyes full of question. "my youngest daughter is mentally ill. i have many friends that suffer from mental illness as well. they could just as easily be in his predicament. and i would like to think that there are still good people in the world that would look at them and know that it is ok to be afraid, but not ok to shun or ignore them. that even just a meal could make a difference in their life." she told me thank you and that she would do it. "no need for thanks, you just find a need and pass it on." those were the words i left her with. when i got to the car Big'K was crying. not sobbing. just single tears. i had told the girls what i was going to do and that i wanted them to go to the car. because it was ok to be a little afraid. and just in case i wanted them to be safe. i backed my car up far enough that i could see the guy, i was afraid he would leave before his food was ready. he was not sitting where he had been and i was worried. then Lil'K said look mom he has the food! and there he was walking back from the drink counter with our bag of fries, a box of chicken and a HUGE smile on his face. as i drove away Big'K simply said...<br />
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"well now i know where i get that feeling inside that i want to always do for people. and pay it forward all the time. to reach out to those that are different. to be afraid but still help. i get it from you. and that makes me proud mom. it makes me proud of you and proud of me and sister that we have such a good example."<br />
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2013 - the year of the pay it forward in this house has officially begun.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It</span> is that time again. A new beginning. When the year starts over. Things change. New adventures are on the horizon. I went back and read my last "new year" post. It was two years ago. So much has happened since then.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Over</span> 20 years of anger, sadness, resentment, fear and negative feelings were let go. I had a 'breakthrough'. I finally learned to get past some of the things that have haunted me and held me hostage emotionally for so long. Doing that opened up so many possibilities. Did I find that girl? The one buried deep inside me? Nope. Not yet. But she is there. I have heard her whisper. I have seen a glimpse of her. So I know it is possible. I mean realistically I know she can never come back the way she was. We have been through too much. So she has changed. But to get even half of that back. Half of the old me ... it would be tremendous. And I am working on it. The breakthrough helped. Shaking the depression. Moving past the PPD. Still struggling some days. But way way WAY better. I guess so long as the movement is in a forward progression - things are good. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The</span> past is the past. It does not always help to look back. That can hinder things. But only if you are stuck there. I think looking back helps. It helps you to decide how to shape your future. Which direction to go in. How to not make the same mistakes again. To chose differently. Here is a little glimpse into how our little world has changed over the last two years.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Lil'K</span> has been through a diagnosis, is in the middle of receiving another one and has gone through a hand full of medicine changes. We are beginning to see some progress. Not as many angry days and way more emotionally stable days. I do not feel like I am being held hostage as often. She has found her inner cleaning diva. She loves to clean. It is usually a good indicator that she is having an up day. She will clean and rearrange my house room by room. I do have to say I can totally appreciate that little bug. Thank Big G someone in our little trio has the cleaning bug. She is still struggling in school. Not educationally, but socially. And it will begin to get to a point that the troubles will spill over into her school work if we cannot get it under control. Three months into the new year she will be 8. I forget sometimes that she is still just a baby. She is growing up so fast. So much of I have missed, even though I have been right here. The emotional issues have overshadowed her growth. The parts I should be enjoying. Turned so many occasions into disasters. Killed the joy and brought in anger, frustration and the desire to just run. To be so small she has enough demons in her tiny little head to level the most stable adult. I forget....she is my baby. We will get there. I know we will. Her hair has gone from curls to her waist to a pixie cut above her ears. She loves it. I miss the curls. It makes her look grown. I just want to rewind time and make her my little girl again. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Big'K</span> has moved from junior high to high school. Beginning the transition into young woman. Learning to embrace her Asperger's ... both the gifts and the challenges. She is looking forward to college and already scouting where she wants to be after high school. She is so smart. And has such a bright future ahead of her, if she can only grasp the tools she needs in order to make that future happen. The young woman she is becoming is so special. It makes my heart smile. Her interest in anime is still strong and we are looking forward to hitting up A-Con in Dallas this year. Her responsibility at home is growing and she is taking it in stride. And learning so much. My heart aches at the prospect of her leaving home and not being able to take care of herself. So there are tons of learning opportunities of 'home ec' that we are exploring at home. Laundry. Dinner. Proper hygiene. It is a struggle at times, but she is getting there. I am just so proud of her. And similiar to Lil'K, I just want to rewind time and make her little again. </div>
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Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-65546415504076396532012-12-20T10:11:00.000-06:002012-12-20T10:11:40.403-06:00The Joy That He BringsIt's the most wonderful time of the year...<br />
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For the longest time I was scrooged at Christmas time. I just could not get into the spirit. Do not get me wrong, I loved the faces of my children opening gifts. The smell of the yummy baked goodies. Wonderful food at every house we visited. Gifts waiting for each of us. Celebrating the birth of sweet Baby J. The sights, sounds, smells and more importantly the reason were not lost on me. <br />
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I think the slow decent into Scroggery happened over the years. No one thing in particular. There was no straw that broke the reindeer's back. It just kind of... became. I will say that the commercial influence has contributed. Christmas crap in stores before Halloween is over. Music blaring before the turkey has been carved. These things have hurt Christmas for me.<br />
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This year money is tight, as is usually the case in my house. Single mom. Two kids. One paycheck family. And a fackin partridge in a burning bush. Or something like that. It just never seems to add up. Especially during the holidays. This year both of my children have three...count them, THREE gifts from me/Santa. I was a bit bummed. Then I checked my mail and my other mother (mother of The Surgeon) sent three boxes. Filled with gifts of varying sizes and shapes all neatly wrapped in their Christmas joy. Those three boxes meant the world. As they do every year. And every year I forget they are coming until they get here. This is a new thing. You see, The Surgeon is Lil'K's Godmother. 'Tse Nan as she has been affectionately coined in our world. Most of my family is Cajun. MahRah is Godmother in the cajun language. And she is small. So 'Tse is added to that. Most GM's in our family are Nan, NanNan, MahRah, Nanny or 'Tse Nan. She is a surgeon, hence the nickname, and at this point has no children. She was beyond delighted that she was titled with Lil'K's Godmother. In our family, your Nan is very important. There is always a bond there between them and the child. So a couple of years ago we started heading up to the Big D (Dallas for those of you NOT from the greatest state in the nation) and spending time during Christmas with my 'other' family. The last two years we have not been able to make it, and Mother of The Surgeon has sent packages. I cannot begin to tell you how appreciated it is. This year it made all the difference.<br />
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The fact that my children are only getting three things was really not what bummed me, as they have enough. And we are all well aware that there are millions out there with much less. It is just that I cannot give my children everything that I want to. That is what bums me out. But I am still happy with this year. I am OK. This year, the first time in many years, The Scrooge did not hit me. I was actually happy to see the holiday season slide in. So happy in fact, that my tree went up way before it usually does. I have friends whose tree goes up the day after Thanksgiving. Any given year we are lucky if ours goes up a week before Christmas. This year, I was all kinds of on top of the tree business. I did notice though, that this will probably be the last year for this particular tree. It is leaning. And in general just old. All of our ornaments are either handmade throughout the school years by the kids, or wooden ornaments that the three of us have painted. I love my little ghetto Charlie Brown tree. It is very fitting. Next year we will have to upgrade I fear. <br />
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I have made a decision this year, even with the un-Scrooged heart and Christmas present miracle. Next year I believe we are going on a trip. I have great memories of Christmas as a child. But the center of those memories would be the togetherness of my family. Not the presents, tree or even the food. It was that we were all together. I just feel that maybe next year a trip might would serve us better. We rarely get out of the house, nonetheless the state. I think it would be a great change of pace. All together. For the holidays.<br />
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This holiday season will find us at over half a dozen houses. Logging more than 300 miles on my car. And tons of hand stamped cards. But it will be enjoyable. And happy. Full of family and loved ones. Great food. Badly sung Christmas songs. And most importantly, the Joy of being together.<br />
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I do hope you all have a wonderful holiday season. No matter how you celebrate, who or what you believe in and where you will be.<br />
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Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-56557702341600955802012-12-17T16:52:00.001-06:002012-12-17T17:10:56.697-06:00A Sad Heart. An Anxious Mind.i have tried to stay out of it. i have tried to stay away from it. not have to read it. the pain. the senselessness. because i want to scream at people. because my verbal diarrhea may not be able to stop once it starts. because the words that want to come out of my mouth may not be nice. because it is hard to understand. i do not want my children to see the coverage. to have to explain why it makes mommies cry. why dropping them off this morning at school was so hard. why i have stayed off of my FB. because the posts are harsh. everyone attacking everyone else. and when something so horrible happens it seems those that need to grieve cannot get the chance. everyone jumps in from every angle. to dissect it. turn it around. point fingers. cast blame. why can we not take the time to just say we are sorry. to reach out and offer a shoulder. or share a tear. why does it always go back to the blame. the faults. i do not understand it. there are families that are hurting. parents who lost their children. and any day is horrible...but this close to Christmas is more painful. presents under trees. festivities planned. i could not imagine. and never want to.<br />
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this morning as Big'K walked to catch the bus i peeked out the blinds to make sure she was still standing there. the last words i said to her as she raced out the door were 'i love you'. just in case. dropping Lil'K off at school telling her the same thing. just in case. feeling like those needed to be the last words they heard. just in case. crying the entire way to work. hoping that my anxiety was just me being a mom. hoping that it would ease in the coming days. but knowing that right now it has a very firm hold on me. enough to make me take a second look out of the blinds and in my rear view at my children.<br />
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those words make me cringe. they will keep me on edge until my fear subsides. and then we all sink back into our normal. but those families will never have a normal again. ever. all of those children who lost friends. the teachers who huddled in classrooms praying he did not make it to their room. the kids hiding while their teacher was shot. their families will forever be on edge. <em>just in case</em>. the unthinkable. it happens again. the fear will never leave them. neither will the anxiety. <br />
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feuds about gun control come out. if there were tighter gun control laws this would not have happened. people get up in arms about parents raising their children right. and 'right' is usually code for 'spanking' where i am from. whether praying at school is right. Big G in the hallways. taking Big G out of the education system caused this. reasons why leaving religion and education separate are better. debates on Big G. debates on mental illness. debates on autism. debates on single mothers and children of divorce. discussions on who is to blame. discussions on which guns are ok to own and which are not. how many bullets. enough bullets. not enough bullets. wrong kinds of bullets. sniper rifles. automatic guns. assault rifles. politicians rant and rave. television and print rushing to get the big scoop. or the first dibs on the latest news. statistics come out. again and again. people rush to attack. to blame. to point fault. everyone forgetting that this thing...these things... are people. children. babies. that have died. a brutal death. horrible death. instead of stopping and just shutting the hell up. sending condolences. saying you are sorry for their loss. doing something. other than sitting high and mighty upon their chair shouting statistics. harmful blame. fucking. do. something. ensure the nation that you know it needs to change. but right now...it needs to mourn. and grieve. and be sad. and quiet. just quiet.<br />
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the only thing we as a nation should hear after such a tragedy is love. hope. encouragement. sorrow. mourning. patience. and more love. <br />
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i have friends that are saying things that shock me. things that make me cringe. things that have kept me off of FB and out of the social media ring. because i do not want to be 'that' person. the one that explodes. that loses her schmidt. drops her basket. goes karaaazy. times like these make me happy i do not have t.v. but even without t.v. news is everywhere. and with all this access and increased exposure it is the negativity that reigns supreme. and it is sad. <br />
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these are the things i know. whether they are opinions, lessons learned, things taken from my life or even actual educated facts.<br />
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- autism is not a mental illness. but an autistic child may have a secondary issue that is a mental illness. i will not say that autistic children are not violent. they can be. i will not say that they could not concoct a plan such as the one that happened. autism is a spectrum. it is just as different at one end as the other. unless you are autistic you do not know what they are or are not capable of. <br />
- just because you work with autistic children and during your time with them they are fine. you are not living with them day in and out. home is way different than what you see in your time with them. you never know what is happening at home. good or bad. so just because you work with them does not mean you totally understand.<br />
- mental illness is not talked about enough. it is still looked at as shameful. and cursed. it is not brought into the light. it is looked at as bad parenting. well you know what? go to hell. i have a 7 year old that is bi-polar. and there is a good chance there are other things in there as well. my parenting? is just fine. and until you have raised a child with mental illness you can fuck off.<br />
- gun laws only keep guns out of the hands of the good. the bad will always find a way to get what they want. and who cares if i have an arsenal in my freaking basement. you know what? my children know how to use guns. they are fearful of them. and educated about them. i grew up with guns. and even in my teen angst never thought to grab one and hurt someone. i drove to school where one out of every three trucks had a gun rack FILLED with guns. still loaded. and no one ever shot anyone. because we were educated about guns. we knew what they did. to living things. at our hands. not on the computer or television. <br />
- someone who wants to be violent will find a way. whether it is a car, a bomb, a knife, guns, drugs, alcohol, biologic weapons. they will find a way. <br />
- yes, guns do make it easier to hurt others. it is a simple squeeze of a trigger. a knife would take longer. a bomb goes wider and is more destructive. a car driven through the front door would have killed too. just because it is easier does not mean it will be their only option. <br />
- when someone runs over someone else the car company is not expected to be on the red line. i know. guns do not kill people. "but guns in the hands of people kill people". you are right. just as a keyboard at a computer does not kill anyone. but one jacked up fucker on one end and you have a 14 year old hanging their self in the closet. a weapon can be anything. think i am being ridiculous? i was in the military. i bet i could take you out with about a dozen different things right here in my cubicle at work. not because i am violent, but because i have been trained to use objects other than their intended purpose. i am not a killer. this three hole punch is not a killer. but it is a weapon.<br />
- raising your child 'right' is different for everyone. i do not care if you spank. i do not care if you time out. so long as there is not abuse you need to do what works for your child and your family.<br />
- taking Big G out of the schools did not cause this. i believe. but i have tons of friends that do not. ya know what? who facking cares. pray if you wanna pray. do not if you do not. everyone is different. so let them be. let us try something different...taking the respect out of school has contributed. how about them apples? respect. and proper public behaviour. there ya go. chew on that one for a minute.<br />
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this whole thing makes me angry. just plain ass angry. so i have stayed out of it. because i am an aries. and i am emotional. and all i really wanna scream is for everyone to just shut the fuck up. especially those on t.v. and in media. shut up. and say you are sorry. send out words of sympathy. debate another day.<br />
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and be quiet.Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-40846068638212804452012-12-04T12:38:00.002-06:002012-12-04T12:38:26.179-06:00My November Gratitude Post<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;">Below are my thankful posts. I chose to post to my facebook instead of doing daily blogs here. It was just easier to post there. I have compiled all my days of thanks posts into this one blog post. I have had to go through and edit to keep identities anonymous. As on fb I just tagged everyone. Most of my friends do not know about my blog. I have not written anything that would offend them, but I still try to keep my words here separate from my life there. Matter of fact that is something I have been struggling with. Do I keep them separate? I am wanting to grow here and get bigger and eventually that will lead to IRL friends stumbling upon my little snafu'd world here. Which really, anyone with any kind of stalking ability could have already found me. And they have, but family and close friends are different than trolls. Anysecretidentity, during my thankful time there was a period where the entire freaking family had the death plague. Which was NO fun. We had a couple of get togethers with the cousins. And just in general my life played out through my thankful posts. I stopped on Turkey Day as opposed to the end of the month. We got busy and then my internets tanked. I hope you enjoy. And that you had just as much to be thankful for...</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I am thankful for working in hospitals. Whose labs and walk-across-the-hall-to-the-e.</span><wbr style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "lucida grande", tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"></wbr><span class="word_break" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline-block; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">r.-back-door, combined with the latest kit test invention allowed me to self diagnose and get treated within minutes. Which service i would be using right now to determine if what i am suffering from at this moment is infact death. Or the plague. Stomach aids. Or rhinitonsilsno</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The insomnia i am thankful for because without i would miss every. Single. Fackin. Noise. The night has to offer. Including but not limited to the eleventybazillion cars driving around. My daughter breathing like a serial killer. The tree frogs singing out my window (please dont let them get me!!) And many other fabulous noises.</span><br />
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Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-29236998434580617522012-11-14T16:02:00.003-06:002012-11-14T16:03:28.548-06:00A Month of Thankfuli am actually participating in a month of thankful. the only difference is...i am doing it through my facebook. when my month is over i will copy paste everything over here into one big ass blog post of thankful. <br />
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and yes. i am still alive. this last few months have been very .... testing. to say the least. we have had ARDs and BIPs and 'pick this crazy kid up from school because we cannot handle her ass' days. and then i had the virus "death brain cough up my spleen 104 fever i am gonna freaking meet my maker" virus. you know the one. for an entire week. i am still not quite back to where i am normally. actually today i am feeling a little bleck. nothing in particular stands out. just not right.<br />
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i have still been reading. faithfully. just have not really posted. i am seriously trying to change that. i have this problem though. i know so many great bloggers that will jot notes or do a message to their voicemail for ideas on posts. well see, my head is always full of great posts. but when the head is churning things out... my ability to sit down and blog is not always there. i have tried to pull out my nifty phone and record my words as they are flowing from the noggin. but when i go back and try to make it into a post, the feelings are gone. and so much of my writing is based on the feeling at that time. the funny, the sad, the silly. that is where my inspiration comes from. my feelings. that is where most of my posts come from. whatever i am feeling at that time. or not feeling as the case may be. <br />
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i want to be a better writer. i am a good writer. i know this. i have been. and i am not being crappy. but i want to be a blogger. maybe that is the proper statement to make. when i started this blog i did not care about numbers. about visits. and people reading. i still really kind of do not. i could care less if i only had three regular visitors. but i do like knowing that other people are reading. maybe even commenting. so i have been trying harder to share on twitter. i do not share on my facebook because that is a more 'people i know in the now' space. and this is more of a ... get shit out of my head space. and i do not always want the same people reading both areas. but i have been trying to drive a little more traffic my way. and it has been working. i just really wanna do a couple of blogging conventions. meet some of these wonderful people i read. learn from them. but that requires finances...that i obvs as a single mom do not have. but i will work on it. seriously for next year. <br />
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i really really do.Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-61124505844955070972012-09-10T20:49:00.001-05:002012-09-10T20:49:06.657-05:00When Something Calls To You<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i consider myself a fairly new blogger. i have only been at it a few years. i have found tons of bloggers that i love. i look forward to reading every day. i log into my reader and see they have a post and get happy. i think this blogging world gives us a chance to connect to people we not normally have the opportunity to know. the blogosphere is full of all types. there are superstars. and newbies. foodies, crafters and general home makers. those that have spoken about things that are taboo. mental illness is exposed. differences are celebrated. women (and men) can help. take control. change the outcome of issues. bloggers have become a tool. and not the losertypetool. the tool that can build, change and repair. one of the things that goes hand in hand with bloggers are conferences. there are many types. specific genres. specific areas. large. small. everything in between. i have thought about going to a couple. even bought tickets. airfare. and everything that goes with the package. then the money issue hit. as it always does. and i had to sell off the tickets, refund my airfare and let go of the experience that was to be my first conference. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i am not a big blogger. i am just now getting what i consider decent traffic. which to a 'serious' blogger is a drop in the bucket. but i want to change that. i want to grow. i am a single mother. with two children. one of which is Asperger's and another is bi-polar. blogging is my outlet. whether or not anyone is listening. it is a place for me to connect with other bloggers. to share stories. triumphs. defeats. and everything in between. and i love my small space. i just feel that one of the best ways for me to grow is to attend a conference. to get in those circles. and learn from those that i look up to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">then something came up on the radar. but it was different. a conference. but not. a non conference. maybe this is more my speed. and low and behold...it is coming from one of my favorite bloggers. anissa. i have watched her struggles. i read her blog and was her fan before the strokes. before her triumph. while she was still kicking her beautiful baby's cancer in the taco. someone i have followed for so long. oh could i squeak it? would it be possible?!? oh hey there is a discount. yay! but with the driving. and the room, even with the discount, with food and someone to keep the kids. it just adds up. looks like it is going to be another bomb out. heartbroken again. but hey. what is this? sponsorship? yessss. by <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">The Pioneer Woman</a> and <strong style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://simplysassymedia.com/">Simply Sassy Media Network</a>. </strong><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: center;">how great. you see. here is the deal. all you have to do is write about why you want it. why you should get it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: center;">but why do i want it? simply...for the connection. the advice. the wisdom. </span></span><br />
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i made it to the dealership a little early. which was fine. i just surfed the internet on my phone and visited with the BFF. i walked into the service department at 10 minutes till and went ahead and had them start pulling up my information. this was the beginning of the end. i go sit in the waiting area (because without a loaner i cannot leave) and grab a magazine. after about three minutes the guy comes out and tells me that my car is not under warranty. and shows me a paper that says my powertrain warranty had expired at 60,000 miles. which only happens if you buy your car used. which i did not. buying it new would earn you a 100,000 mile warranty. i tell him i bought it new. it had 87 miles on it. most of which i put on it test driving it. well the paper says what it says so there is nothing he can do. so i follow him to his desk. well how are you pulling up the car? pull it up by the VIN# and see how it comes up. well we do not do it that way. we pull it up by vin + name + mileage. ok fine. but try just under the vin. nope. not gonna happen. so i go outside and get on the phone with the selling dealership. according to pedro at the local, only the selling dealership can contact the corporation right out to have something fixed. the SD of course has never heard that. and are apologizing profusely for my troubles. the LD has had tons of complaints on them apparently. and the SD is very familiar with them. people drive the hour to get better service all the time. i head outside to talk on the phone and get everything straightened out. now...this is where my idea of customer service is horribly out of whack. in my opinion the right thing to do is to apologize for the trouble and offer to go on ahead and diagnose the car while i am trying to get everything straightened out. but do they? nope. not only do they not, they refuse to even touch the car until the find out if the powertrain is still covered. the SD offers to go ahead and diagnose it if i would like to drive out there. an hour. umm no. not today bucky. so i leave. while getting everything figured out i went ahead and brought my car to a local transmission shop. i thought that my trans was having trouble. my engine sounded like it was revving. not going into overdrive out of fourth gear. i am a woman. i have not worked on cars in a very long time. i am out of practice with car noises. give me some credit. while at the shop i found out that it was not my transmission after all. i had a bearing going out. great. so now not only is my car making a noise. it is actually unsafe to drive. yay. at this point the warranty issue is figured out. when the corporation entered my info they spelled my last name wrong. to which the woman responds that had they just looked it up by the vin, they would have seen my name sounded the same but was just mispelled. then we could have entered it in the wrong way and boom. things fixed. so i call pedro back and inform him that it is a bearing. ooooh he says. yeah. i know. i ask him can i just bring it back in today, nope. he can make me an appointment. for next tuesday. well that doesn't work for me. so next friday it is. which i am not happy about. because helloooooo my car is now a rolling death trap. whatever. i head home. to the BFF's house. where we decide to head to town to grab a few things. mostly minutes without five children running around.<br />
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THE RENTAL CAR<br />
on our way to town we visited and she talked me down from all the car stress. we reveled in the fact that we were alone. no kids. and we giggled like only grown women who know how special having a best friend is can. while we were deciding where to head first i had slowed down coming up to a light that had turned from red to green. my foot was off the brake. but all of a sudden my car lurches. i look at her, did it just do that? well it did. but maybe i did have my foot on the brake. but i go ahead and turn right and head into a parking lot. that way if it was not me and my car really is missing up, i will not be on a road and get hit. after i get into the parking lot it does it again. great. so we go ahead and stop at the store we were heading for. go inside and get things handled. then head back out to the car. i decide we should try to make it one parking lot over to a local coffee shop. once inside i call my roadside assistance and get a tow truck coming. out of pocket on money. then i get a rental coming my way. out of pocket on money. normally this would not have been a problem as BFF and hubby have two cars. but one of theirs is down right now. so a rental is a must. then arrange everything to get the car to the dealership. i call pedro and let him know the car is coming. that my car was lurching and acting as if the wheel wanted to seize. he will work on it first thing monday a.m. well thanks pedro. how nice of you.<br />
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the day ended great though. the BFF and i had a great day together. even with the debacle. went for a wonderful sushi dinner and had tons of free time. Big'K even cooked for all the kidlets so by the time the bigs made it home the littles had eaten. awesome.<br />
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WHEN YOU RELEASE THE PAST<br />
in the midst of all of this. it never occurred to me what day it was. i even had to say the date a few times. august 17th. yes august 17th. uh huh august 17th. why yes, yes it is august 17th. usually this is a day i count down to. for the last two decades i have counted down. starting usually in june. most definitely in july. and not really counting down as in 39, 38, 37...but more of an emotional countdown. an i know it is getting closer countdown. an i need to get prepared countdown. but this year not so much. last year, the 20 year mark hit me hard. harder than most of the ones before. and something clicked. or changed. or broke. or released. i am not sure. but it did happen. and for a while i have been wondering if it really made a difference. yes i have been able to let go of a lot of material things from my house. yes i have felt not as drug down. but this year it is almost as if i forgot. now do not get me wrong. i will never truly 'forget'. a motherless daughter does not forget that she has lost her mother. she never forgets that woman. her heart never forgets. her mind never forgets. but for lack of a better word, this year, i forgot. i forgot that TODAY was august 17th. emotionally i never felt it. so whatever happened last year, it really did make a difference. i took the time last night to remember. my Lil'Bro texted me. and we visited for a bit. he still remembers. with all of his emotions. maybe he needs to let something go. i feel like i let the rage and bitterness and anger go. and it changed me. inside at least. so i was able to remember. and not cry. just laugh. and reminisce. and it was nice. for the first time in more than half my life i was not sad on august 17th. i just was. and that is great.Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-35422595951113440982012-07-20T20:18:00.000-05:002012-07-20T20:21:14.453-05:00Rapid Cyclesi call this a disease. and it is. she is sick. but not sick where you can see it. she is sick on the inside. and sometimes the illness you cannot see is worse than the one you can.<br />
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today was supposed to be a good day. it is friday after all. payday friday at that. and friday for us means a trip to the bookstore. payday friday means getting a book at the bookstore. and usually eating out. plus just in general fun hanging with the BFF and the rest of the littles. we love fridays. i live for them. they are a break. and fun. and who can resist books really? it started out a little different than our other fridays. the plumber stopped by. at 7:30 in the morning. so mom had to be up early. cause really, i need the plumber to come back. so it was important that i was dressed and had my teeth brushed, lest he not return to complete the work. Lil'K was up early too. but she had her meds. and we have learned in the last few months. early meds mean a happier family. after he left we all showered and hit the town. the car was cleaned out before we left by Big'K and Lil'K even helped. i could tell already...this was going to be a great friday indeed. that thought alone should have been my warning. we loaded up and hit the free car vacuum down the road. got the car vacuumed pretty well. until we all thought we would die of heat exhaustion/sweating too much. this is texas by the way. and it is july after all. Lil'K was already starting to talk about food. no worries. we were going to get the oil changed and then head to eat. have i not mentioned what happens when she gets hungry? ah. ok. well let me explain. Lil'K + hungry - fast enough response by mom = FULL ON PSYCHOSIS. yep. it does. always has. and today would be no exception. we were barely making it pulling into the restaurant parking lot. the proverbial 'food to belly' countdown was on. and we were running out of time. this lunch was special. the case worker from Lil'K doctor was meeting us there. party of the observations they do on children with mental illness. and i had to get her fed. pronto. prior to the case worker getting there. it was crucial. Big G was on our side and the food hit the belly before the case worker made it to the table. </div>
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you see our local pizza buffet only takes tokens. and the token machine only took quarters. but as luck would have it a couple of machines took the quarters anyway. Lil'R and Mid'K spent their quarters a little wiser. and ended up with trinkets. Lil'K however did not. and this started the beginning of the end. in her frustration she did what she has done the last two times. she purposely peed in her pants. ruining the rest of our evening. to make a long story a little shorter this was the point that her and i had to head home. because she was full scale meltdown. reference picture above. on the way home she was very remorseful. as she always is after she calms down and realizes the fault is hers. these are the moments that are so hard for me as the parent. as the mom. she cycles so rapidly that we cannot plan for anything. days that we think are going to be great end in disaster. and when you think it is going to be horrible we are surprised and have a wonderful day. this is where the mom in me wants to take it away. wants to fix it. but at the same time is angry. and just wants it to stop. does not understand why. why can she not see that if she would just keep it under control everything would be fine. why can she not see that she is what is standing in her way. </div>
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she is sick. but just on the inside. and when others see her version of ill come out it makes me look like a bad mother. and that is one of the most horrible parts of this illness. because people do not see a sick child. because she looks fine. they see an out of control child. and a mother that is doing nothing. they do not understand though. if a child has asthma you do not spray chemicals or make them dust. it makes their illness worse. when a child is bipolar you do not engage. it makes them worse. it is a special disease. it is invisible. except for when it is not. and even then it is misunderstood. or hard to understand. either way...it is our life. one that we struggle through.</div>Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243773568334448445.post-19210526015931776302012-07-19T17:09:00.001-05:002012-07-19T17:10:43.340-05:00Is It Time for an Upgradei have been thinking a lot about my blog. lately, with all of the hooplah at the house, i have not been as good about blogging. but i would like to get out there more. you see, i never set out with the intent of a huge follower base. i just set out to write. i am very thankful for the three people that read and comment (ok ok there are more), but my main reason for being here was just to be. to get things out of my head. to talk it out. even if it is just out in the internets. and i enjoy it. i have been trying to decide if i want to upgrade. do i want to stay here on blogger or move to wordpress. i know either way i go, i want to get away from the me.someoneelse.com and more to just me.com. i think that is a natural progression. with growing comes more readers. and i know that also. the problem is what i write is not always happy. and i do try to be nice. but sometimes i can rant. i also have been more open about my children and their issues. my issues. emotions. and just tons of other things that say...my family...does not want/need to hear. once you go big, you go big. which would mean i think i would actually start putting my blog out there. and that makes me a tad nervous. so for now i am holding off. and just mulling it over. if i decide to head to wordpress i would miss my followers here and the ease of posting. but i feel there are a ton more options on the wp end. i am so rooted in google. i have so much other behind the scenes other than my blog tied up into google. so i really do hate to leave. i am just not sure where to turn on the blog front.<br />
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my brain says right now stay where i am. upgrade within google. and go from there. but the 'i want my stuff to grow' says head to word press. have you moved? did you make a huge blog switch? what was your motivation?Loco YaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497592159186520153noreply@blogger.com0