Friday, April 23, 2010
Okay blog buddies, I have a question for you. Brad and I have a family member that knew of my uncle's passing, but has yet to mention any kind of condolence to me. Sidenote: yes the person was told & yes the person is close enough that something should've been said.
We're pretty sure this person didn't pass along the news to other family members b/c Brad has yet to hear anything from them either. Another sidenote: one family member was told by us and did send along a very nice email! We love ya's! Both Brad and I are having a hard time with this b/c it's the second time this has happened. So on one hand, we aren't surprised.
And no, we didn't want gifts or anything like that. Just a simple email or text to say "Sorry to hear..." would've been enough. Yet there wasn't even that! Although we did get countless junk emails from this person over the past two weeks - so it's not a broken computer.
My question to you is, would you say anything or just let it go? If you would say something, what would you say and how would you do so? I don't want to offend the person, nor do I want to come off as a _itch, yet we are hurt that nothing was said. Who should say something? If it's my family - me? If it's Brad's family - him? Or doesn't it matter as long as one of us says something?
Can ya send a bit of advice? Thanks!!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
*I wasn't going to post about this because it's just nasty. But the more I thought about it, it really is amusing in hind sight. Last week as you know we buried my uncle. Well, at the viewing on Tuesday one of my daughter's came up to me and said she had something behind her ear. I looked and oh, WT__ is that? Oh $**!, it's a TICK! Talk about wanting to hide, barf, climb the wall but hello ding dong, you're the mom and you're surrounded by people at the viewing - be calm! I called Brad over and nonchalantly tried to have him look. "It's not a tick. It's just a blood blister." Seriously dear, a blood blister? Calm went out the window at that point. "Um, no! It's frickin tick! There's legs that are moving!" I know, gross, sorry. So we go into another room and I get on the phone to a friend who's a nurse. My sis gets on her phone and pulls up "How To Remove A Tick". We tried touching it with a heated tweezer end, nope. Tried freezing it's nasty @$$ with an ice cube, nope. Thankfully there was an urgent care at the end of the street, so Brad took our little bug girl for a visit. Good news, tick removed quickly & no sign of infection and it's not a deer tick. Not sure the kind (nor do I care), but apparently it's rare b/c 15 staffers came in to look at it. Leave it to The Smith's to add excitement to a viewing and then be a freak show at the Urgent Care. WT__?
*Funeral day comes and we arrive at the funeral home to be greeted by my uncle's "daughter". Long story short: uncle sterile - wife had 2 kids - U guessed it, not uncle's (DNA proved it) - divorce and only maybe 5 visits with my uncle for their entire life. "Daughter" beat all the family there that morning, told staff when asked she was his daughter and was waving her birth certificate all around while crying, sobbing, talking loudly and acting like she was on something. She said she flew in from Missouri yet her car was the first in the processional line b/c she arrived first and after all, is the daughter. WTHeck? If she had been smoking something, she could've shared at that point! The sad thing is, her daughter and husband were there too. The hubby was in his military uniform and kept quiet, and I felt so bad for him. All in all, the family did a good job keeping our mouths shut and not strangling this "stranger". Pastor also was a great help by removing her from the room. All during the funeral it was sob, snot, whah! Oh brother. Wait, or should I say cousin? Anyways, long lost daughter can't stay for the cemetary and leaves. But as we pull into the lot, guess who's pulling out? WT__?
*Now fast fwd. to Monday. My aunt decided to start the procedures of notifying the insurance co. and such. To her surprise, they had already been contacted. What? By Who? U guessed it, WackO had already called last Tuesday the day of the viewing! Another shocker, she might be the beneficiary to everything. WT__? It looks like my uncle had the kids as beneficiaries when he thought they were his and may not have gotten off his royal behind to change it. Oh crap this is going to be a bitter, nasty battle. Again I say, WTHeck?
*How about a good WT__? We went with my sister, her friend & her friends daughter to Kings Island in Ohio this past Sunday. I kind of conquered my fear of rollercoasters. I'm still terrified of them, but will ride again. I went on The Beast, The Racers, Vortex, FireHawk, all the Planet Snoopy kid rides, Monster, Scrambler, Shake/Rattle & Roll, Boo Blasters on Boo Hill and Drop Tower. This one was a WT__ moment! They strap you in, spin you up the 315 ft tower, then plumet back down at 67 mph. How fun, exciting, scarey, envigorating and memorable! But you guessed it, that was a WT____ am I doing time. Totally thought we were going to die and orphan our children. Kept praying for God to not make it hurt when I smashed to the ground! And our 10yr son. Oh he was not a happy camper. Think he had a WT__ moment too!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
So what are you waiting for?
As Kris Allen say's in his song Live Like We're Dying,
"We gotta start looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying.
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying"
So what are you waiting for? Make your "Bucket List". Get it out of your head and write it down on paper. Post it on your fridge and start living your life. Don't make excuses. Even if it's something simple like taking a walk at the end of your day - get off your a$$ and do it! If we start small we can accomplish big things. We don't know what today has in store for us. What if you had a stoke at the end of the day that left you paralyzed and unable to speak? Would you regret your life until that moment?
Why is it that if we are healthy, we all wait until a funeral to re-energize our view of life? We promise during the funeral to start living life but then revert back to not making time for fun and special moments in our lives. We get too caught up make a living and not a life. So why not make today be the day that you really start to live like you're dying? Honestly, we don't know how many more seconds we have left to hear the birds chirp, feel the sun on our cheeks, dance in the rain, blow bubbles, conquer our fear of roller coasters, tell someone how much we love them or have a beer in Mexico.
Start looking at the hands of the time you've been given, turn it all around... Live, live, live!!!!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Larry managed diabetes, a massive heart attack and survived a massive stroke three years ago which unfortunately left him paralyzed on the right side and only able to say 15 words. In February of this year Larry was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer that had spread throughout his body by the time they found it. I am so thankful that God guided him peacefully and pretty much painlessly through this quick battle.
I will forever remember the memories made with my Uncle. Thank you for a lifetime of happy flashbacks Uncle Larry!!
Friday, April 9, 2010
I can barely see to type. My eyes have never been this swollen. Yes, I fell asleep crying so now my eyes look like - oh heck, I don't know what - but it's scarey! Thank goodness I had some cucumbers. I sliced a couple circles and set on the bed with them on my eyes. Although I was tempted to do what you see on TV where they eat the cuke, nah, can't. That's just gross!
After tossing and turning all night long I am now here with my uncle. He looks good despite his condition. I pray God is with him and keeps him in His care and takes him peacfully.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
...to be frustrated beyond the point of screaming when you've lost 10 pounds, feel pretty good about yourself and then two people on the same day ask you if you're pregnant. WHAT? "Well maybe it's the shirt, but your boobs look bigger too." Seriously, how can my 33 A's look bigger? I've dropped from a 34 to a 33 since I've been working out. And I ain't one for padded bra's. That would just disappoint my husband to go from WOW to oh. So it's okay to wanna take a whack at Weeza's!
...to jump and have my heart race each time the phone rings because my only uncle is in the last few days of his life with terminal cancer - so I know the call is coming.
...to be semi disappointed when the call isn't my mother saying he's gone. I dread the phone call, the grieving and all of that. But this waiting and being able to do nothing sucks!
...to wanna have a cocktail at 1:00 pm b/c you are stressed about your uncle, still pissed about the pregnant statement, worried about your two boys being gone with their friends for Spring Break and PMSing. I don't know if I want to cry, scream, laugh or kick the couch.
...to hate being the big sister and be frustrated when your baby sister can't make up her mind as to where she's going on Spring Break in one day and taking my son with her.
...to be typing this blog when I really should be putting in my 3 miles.
...to hide the malted eggs that the Easter Bunny only put in the baskets b/c he knew mom loved them and no one else. If they are hidden no one will know that mom ate them!
...to wish men had a chance to experience REAL PMS so they'd stop thinking it's all in our head and funny.
...to be me!