Happy Birthday, Christian

Today is Christian's birthday.  I say is, and not was.  Was implies we shouldn't celebrate anymore, which is the last thing I would ever want.  Not celebrating the birth of someone so important would be a travesty.  Today, twenty four years ago, the person who changed my sister's life was born.  Her husband, her friend, her other half.

My brother in law was magnetic, boisterous and had the biggest smile I've ever seen. The best things about him reflected in my sister's happiness.  He was just good. In heart, in spirit and intentions.  He was a gift, one that needs celebrated.  If he had his way i'm sure it would include a cold beer, a giant plate of sloppy joe's and a spoon.  And of course, doughnut cake.  Or hell, any cake.



I miss him, everyday.  I have no turn of phrase or thought I can use to express how I feel. I just stinking miss the guy.  We all do.

Someone that good, that full of love and life... nothing anyone could say would ever convince me that when he died he blinked out of existence.  If I've learned anything in this life of mine, it's that love trumps death, every time.  And he is loved.  And he's with us.

Happy Birthday, Christian.

Silly Love Songs

Last night I was feeling pretty down and shitty.  I had counseling yesterday, and sometimes afterwards I feel all out of sorts and tired.  I had a headache, everything was just rubbish.  But I have people like my dear Sara (and Stephanie there at the end!) to pull me up a little bit.  I went to bed laughing, which doesn't happen very often in my world these days. I don't know where I'd be right now if I didn't have her to talk to (message) everyday...cough...all day...cough...


I'm finally figuring out what true friendship is all about.  I know the most awesome women.  It's taken me a long time to get here, to figure out what a friend looks like.  This is it. 




I love you so hard, Sara!  










And then there's reality...

What the zealots in the Natural Birth Community think Le Raptors discuss all day:



The actual derp going on: 






Real Advice for my Offspring

I've noticed an influx of syrupy, sentimental bilge like "A Letter To My Son" or "18 Things I Want My Daughter to Know" all over Pinterest and various blogs.  After reading a few, and dismissing them as pure rubbish I decided I needed to make one of my own.

Some shit you need to know:

1. Continuously scraping your shoes across the floor at school so the front wears off two weeks after I bought you a new pair pisses me off.  Stop it.  It makes us look destitute. I know you get irritated when I bitch about it.  My future grandchild will come home on the second day of school with scuffed up shoes and seeing them will ignite a rage in you that is almost inexplicable   Then you'll understand, and I will accept your apology with minimal amounts of smugness.

2. I give you bites of my food but I really don't want to.  I'm going to retaliate when i'm old and pretending to be addled.  Let's see how you like half chewed food spit back onto your plates and backwash. Don't fall into this trap with my future grandchildren.

3. Nobody likes people who can't properly wipe their own ass.

4. Always remember to continue walking after you trip.  Don't look around to see if anyone noticed. just strut. But if  someone you know does it, make sure you point and laugh loudly. Sometimes being an asshole is funny.

5. You can like really nerdy books, movies, and music but you must pretend you don't.  You will be ridiculed by everyone, including me.  Keep it to yourself.  No one needs to know you have Don Henley's greatest hits in your minivan's CD player.  Not that I do, i'm just using that as an example.  I am nowhere near that lame.  For reals.

6. Never judge a book by it's cover, unless the cover is of the movie adaptation.

7. If your best friend continually makes you want to bash your head against the wall, quit being friends with them.  Then post links from their terrible blog in your private Facebook groups and laugh with 100 other people about how stupid and ridiculous they are.  The end of friendships always require ripping the other person to shreds in semi-privacy.  It's how you forget why you loved them in the first place.  And that they are giant douchecanoes that don't deserve you.

8. If you're going to pretend to be sick, do it up big.

9. 'No one can make choices for you' is a load of crap. People make choices for me all the time.  It's how you adapt to them that shows how awesome you care.

10. It's normal to grieve.  Anyone who ever tells you different is a sociopath.  Run, don't walk, away.

11. Making bad choices can be lots of fun. Just make sure the bad choice doesn't have a pregnant girlfriend.

12. If you're going to take pictures of your tits, make sure your face is cropped out.

13. Shockingly enough, Michael Jackson wasn't a white woman. Keep that little pearl in your brain for future arguments.

14. Wear lots of deodorant.

15. Don't ask your dad advice about how to hold your liquor, he's a terrible drunk. Like in a not awesome way.  Like in a 'puke in front of the pizzeria up the street' kind of drunk.  You'd think as big as he was he could pound more back...

16. Taco Bell is always a good idea, unless you are just about to have sex.

17. No matter what anyone says, your feet are not ugly. Everyone's feet are ugly.

18. Make sure you do one absolutely batshit crazy thing everyday.  It keeps everyone on their toes.

19. Don't marry anyone that can't kiss well or give good backrubs.

20. There's always going to be someone better at stuff then you.  Just make sure you are the master of wiping your ass.  Remember number 3?

Tell me, what advice would you want to pass on to your kids? 


Life is a Battlefield

It's hard for me to write.

It's hard for me to do anything right now beyond moving through the basics of day to day living.  I don't know what to say that I haven't before.  I could write a tome on the recent fail that is my battle with anxiety and depression.  It is a battle, lest anyone try to argue my use of the word.  Depression, Anxiety, any kind of mental health issue is not something that can be pretended away.  'Think happy thoughts' is not a cure for the malicious bitch that has its hooks in you.  Writing a blog post about how you decided one day not to be anxious anymore (just read one the other day) means you weren't suffering from anxiety in the first place.  If it was that easy no one would have issues. We'd be living in a fucking utopia.  We're not, and there are people like me, wielding our weapons of Hope and Time against the war in our minds.

The Wellbutrin failed, I quit taking it last week.  I'm on Paxil and Xanax for now.  Wellbutrin exaggerated the vague compulsions towards OCD I've always had. It's not normal to only eat spoonfuls of peanut butter and drink chocolate milk.  It's not normal to watch the same movies and read the same books over and over.  It's also not normal to almost shake yourself out of a chair because your body is in spaz mode.

I'm back in counseling.  It's time to confront the ghosts in my mind, shake some of the weight off my shoulders.  I really like my counselor, I've only been twice but I think she "get's me."  I know the medicine isn't going to solve all my issues, I know I'm going to have to work to get where I want to be, and she knows that I know. (And I know that she knows that I know. And...ok i'll stop.)  We're all in the know, except my addled brain of course.

I'm positive she has noticed my reluctance to talk about Christian.  I gave her a pretty monotone, straight to the point account of what happened. I know this is something i'm going to have to get out. I'm going to have to come to terms with my sister, our family's loss.  I have him hidden away, not ready to dissect it. I can write about him, I can't really talk about him. I don't know how.  I did have a discussion with my counselor about how completely i've lost my constant overwhelming anxiety/fear that someone around me that I loved was going to die.  Because it happened.  Terrible lightbulb moment.

So time marches on, with me in it's clutches.  I eat, I pray, I breathe.  I play with my kids and I hold onto my husband.  I am fighting the urge to never leave the house.  I don't watch TV anymore. I am barely on my computer.  I read and sleep.  I'm not living, i'm surviving, searching.  I am hiding from my life, myself.  I know this, I recognize it. The urge to burrow into myself is strong.  The only thing I can do right now is work to get better. It's comforting to know i'm not alone, there are others like me.

Some days I may only be treading water, but i'm still swimming. 


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