Thursday, September 30, 2010

I've always hated goodbyes

I have not blogged for a very long time. I know the blog is supposed to be about us....but I've been lazy and have let Sharon take over and it really is not fair to claim that it's about "us" when it's mostly her who is doing the writing. So we've decided that this will be my farewell blog.

So much has happened for me in the past year, all great things and I'm the happiest I've been in my whole life. A little over a year ago I met Batman. Things were good, and eventually I fell in love. We just recently moved in together, which was a HUGE, I'm talking GINORMOUS (yes I know it's not a word but just go with it) step for me. I'll admit I was a little nervous about the move, and weeks before "D" day I was very anxious. Being the commitment phobic that I am, this was a big step for me. But this is it, this is the man that I am madly in love with. This guy who I love with my whole heart, who treats me with kindness, respect, and love is everything I've ever wanted in a man.


My boy is doing fantastic, school will be starting up again and he is actually looking forward to it. He was accepted into the the Graphic Communications program that he wanted. We did have a bit of a tough time when we lost Bob the wonder cat. It was tough on the boy, and I have to admit I was a bit sad too...but we're in negotiations for getting a new pet soon.


So while I've been busy spending time with batman and mourning the loss of our family pet...Sharon has been entertaining you with her sometimes witty, sometimes thought provoking, but always entertaining blogs. I've always said, she is the writer in this relationship and so I'm going to let her continue writting while I fade off into the sunset.

Farewell followers - I must warn you thought - I'll still be lurking, as I will now have more time to devote to my cyberstalking - enjoy the blog - I know I always do!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

One of Those Days


I have a feeling it's going to be one of those days.

It's unseasonably muggy and sticky.

One of the little kids has been producing her weight in boogers.

I'm still not back to normal yet after my surgery (insert your own joke here).

I've had all of one day back to work since being out and am lost in a forest of issues, problems, and havoc, oh my.

In my need to lighten and brighten my day, I'm going to share with you things that make me smile, chuckle or laugh so hard I'm the one sporting boogers on my face.



Enjoy.









































































What do you do when you know it's going to be one of those days?

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Paging Dr. Fudge


My first official surgery is now under my belt.

Well, technicially not "under my belt" but slightly above it.

Let me just say this about surgery - I don't dig it.

Prior to any semi-important undertaking in my life, whether it's a presentation to a client, an early morning flight or Ziggy's first day of school, I am anxious.

I
can't sleep.

I toss. I turn.

I watch the clock all night.

So one would think I was restless and sleep-deprived prior to this procedure. And yet...

I slept great.

No worries.

No bad dreams.

Just sleep.

And then I woke up.

Panic-stricken.

What if I have an asthma attack while under anesthesia? And they don't realize it, because clearly I can't tell them, so I choke to death?

What if Dr. Fudge (I kid you not) fudges my surgery and removes the wrong body part, leaving me to poop in a bag for the rest of my adult life? I really don't want to poop in a bag, Dr. Fudge.

Hey nurse, you sure that's my name on the top of that chart?

You there, Dr. whats-your-name-with-the-anesthesia, did you hear what the nurse said about the IV line? Ok, just checking.

10 - 9 - 8 - zzzzz

Fast forward to the recovery room where I am up to my elbows in discomfort.

There's the vomit that's threatening to come up and out.

And the mind-numbing pain in my abdomen. Man, that flippin' hurts.

But what's even worse is the fact that I'm too hoarse to yell to the guy on the other side of the curtain.

"Hey! As much as I'd love to know if holding it in because you won't poop at K-mart because the bathrooms are gross, even though your wife will poop at K-mart because those things don't bother her, is causing the sore anus you're talking about VERY LOUDLY I'm a little preoccupied with other things right now so be quiet!"

Sleep.

Pain.

Wheelchair.

M
ore pain.

Home.

So I'm laid up for another day or two with nothing but time on my hands and some little white pills that gives the pain tolerably fuzzy edges.

Frustrated with my inability to tackle my "to do while recuperating" list I had created. Laughing at myself for creating it. Frustrated at my lack of motivation.

I don't do nothing very well.

However...

My mind wanders. The story teller in me refuses to walk away from an uneventful gall bladder surgery without even a twinkle of a drama. No I-woke-up-during-surgery stories. No removal of the wrong organ.

Bo-ring.

My first surgery and no tale to tell. In a few short weeks there will be nothing left behind except for the four angry scars on my once unmarred stomach and a no-drama gallbladder removal.

But look at those incisions, would you?

Huh.

They're kind of round-ish.

Nasty looking things, aren't they?

Two on the side.

One above my rib cage. Another one by my belly button.

Hmmm... you know what they look like?

D
on't you?

Listen, should it happen to come up in conversation, I mean if anyone asks you...

Scratch your head, glance around like you're not supposed to tell, lean in uncomfortably close and whisper...

"Gunshot wounds."

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

See You at Arno's



May 2009.

Backspace Conference.

Manhattan.

Four aspiring writers arrive in the city, exhausted but hopeful.

A bar.

A kilt.

An Italian love song.

A cat named Felicity.

Little did they know their lives were about to change forever.

Join me as a new blog chronicles this fateful day and follows them on their path to literary-world dominion.


See You At Arno's



- SK

Friday, September 10, 2010

My Life Story

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about my life.

I think about where I came from.

I think about the instability I had growing up.

And the stability it eventually created in my life.

I think about the awesomeness that is my life now.

My children.

My husband.

My self-appointed family.

My God.

I think about the people I know.

And the ones I have known.

I think about the people I've lost.

And the ones I haven't found yet.

I think about how I'm so very lucky to have what I have.

And I have so much.

I think about how lucky I am to not have some of the things I shouldn't have.

I think about how far I have come from where I have been.

And how much further I still have to go.

I think about more things than I could ever fill this page with.



When I'm alone with my thoughts,

and the night is quiet and still,

I think about

every moment that has passed me by.

I think about

every moment that is yet to come.


But mostly,

I think about

who's going to play me in the made-for-TV movie.