Sunday morning rants

Life can change in an instant. We all know that. But what would you do????

You wake up to the sun shining thru cracked mini blinds as the hard hospital chair pinches your back in all the wrong places. The beeps of machines and the whirl of ventilators brings you crashing back to reality. You get up cross the room, grasp the hand of your loved one, and push back the damp hair stuck the sweaty forehead. Your fingers travel down the nose and onto the lips, before settling on the cheeks giving them a soft brush with the palm of your hand as a nurses shoes squeak into the room. She fiddles with the liquid feeding that is snaking into your nose keeping you alive. You havent stirred in days, the doctors pronounced you brain dead hours ago. You were an organ donor, you had an advance directive, you never wanted to live off machines, never wanted to be fed by a tube shoved down your nose. You always said, "When i turn down a good steak, letme go." We made important decisions together, live and death decisions, decisions that no one will now pay any attention too. We had been together for over a decade. We had a home togehter, children together, a life together. We were planning a vacation, starting a business, enjoying just being a family, being in love, having it all.

But all those dreams died when your brain did. As a same sex couple we are not recognized by the government. I have no say so in your health decisions, so instead of allowing me to honor your wishes, the doctors do what others want, people who had no clue who you were. Our children, not mine, they will more than likely be given to your family. Remember them? The ones who turned their backs on you when you announced you were gay. The house? Not mine either. We cant own property together. I will loose that too. The life insurance? Not mine. It will likely also go to your parents, the same people who threw you out on your ass when you decided not to play by their rules.

Everything we worked for, this life we had built together....Gone, just because we are of the same sex. Just because we live this "Life" that so many people dont, or wont choose to understand. There is so much hate and evil in the world. How is love in any capacity wrong. There are so many children in foster care who need homes, where they are protected, safe, and loved. But only if the parents are of the opposite sex. We wouldnt want them confused, rather neglected, starved for attention , and turned out when they turn 18.

Heaven forbid people use the word "marriage." The word holds so much ammunition. So the bible says " a marriage is between a man and a woman." The bible also says "do not judge less you be judged." Judgung is gods job, not mans. God asks us to love one another.

I was raised in the Church of Christ. I never knew anyone who was gay growing up. I dont have any close "gay" friends, but i do have aquantances who are. I was raised by parents who allowed me to find the world as i chose, who knew i was smart enough to make my own mind up. I quit the church because we had to many conflicting views. But i still believe in god. I have a more spiritual relationship now than i ever had just filling a pew. I believe in a loving god, who wants us all to be kind to one another. But i also believe in a strict god who doles out his punishments. But that is HIS job, not mine. And i will raise my son that way.....

Anyway, thats how i feel..... Thats what is on my mind today

Hello Summertime, i did not think you would show

Well....what do i have to say for myself????
Not much....Ever since i got Violet a week ago i have been catching up on my "computer" time. AKA, cyber-stalking the New Kids, planning a family trip to ATL next week and lanning craft ideas. Challenging huh?

Summer started and i am now deep into "keep Coen entertained" mode. We have already been to the lake, the zoo, twice, and the splash pad. Oh and dont forget the Discovery Center. Been there too, more than i can count. We are getting to spend some good time with friends. Hangin with the gang at Lola Browns birfday and setting up Google calendars to kkep in touch. We even got to spend a few hours with the "Ever elusive Hartley clan" which is always a blast.

Anyway, in a different world, i would be in Birmingham on a hot pavement somewhere. Oh well. Back to crafts and ANTM marathon............

Coffee zombie

my husband lovingly refers to me as this now....nice

Marvelous

I am so over the media right now..... Miley Cyrus fat? Really? Seriously? I think she is fabulous. I would looooove to look like her....Here are a few more chics who i think are fabulous....What do you think?

New Baby

A big ol welcome to the family, my new laptop, aint she a b-e-a-u-t-y

Let the battle of the boys begin

VS

Hoop-erapy

So, i closed my pity party and headed to Campus school playground to hoop while Coen played....Now my fave place in the 'boro to hoop..... My wrists hurt, my thighs ache and my hands are once again black and blue; but my soul feels good, and that is what i was after all along...ps, the boot is off, and i hoop better now than before i wore it. I guess all that hooping while wearing pirate boot paid off. Though i will miss Sunny calling me the 'lil pirate in class.

A post- mothers day blog

I dont know why, but for some reason, every mothers day has been a bust. The first year i had to work, the second year D got horrible poison ivy all over his face and i had to drive home from Alabama with my own private version of the elephant man. I dont remember last year. And this year, i woke up to Coen throwing a card at me and yelling "Happy moms day" while he ripped open said card and flung money all over me.

I did get money for my mani/pedi, and i did get a cute flower cup he made for me at school. And i know it's the thought that counts, but i think it means more to me than anyone else. I remember D saying on my first mothers day, when i asked what he was going to get me, "Your not my mom." I think he was kidding but i dont know.

I always feel like it is a day for me and Coen, since he is the reason i am a mom. And i love him more and more every day.

Anyway, Happy Day after Mothers day, which is always better for me......

The Pirate of Rutherford County

Wow. What a week it has been.....
Last weeekend my Lil Bro Luke came over to help me build the raised beds for our garden. When i say help me build i mean he pretty much built them as i helped. What can i say he is stronger and hammers alot faster. Anyway Monday I was in the yard finishing the beds as Coen helped, and by helped i meant taking the boards from me and building an intricate set of ramps or "bridges" we had to cross. Well i set out across the yard and fell, flat on my face. A large hole was now swallowing half of my foot and my ankle was flipped over. Nice visual huh? So after Coen quit laughing and i got up, i limped back to the beds and kept working. I know, i was stubborn. So, i couldnt go to hoopd cause i couldnt drive the stick to nashville. So we hung out in town, with ankle wrapped.

Well come Thursday my foot still hurt, but i decided to take Coen to the park to play, and so i could hoop. About 20 min in I could take it no longer and we headed to see Dr Seth at the ER. When he pressed down on the spot on my ankle i didnt know whether to hit him or throw up on him. I did neither. The diagnosis posterior tibial tendon tear/pinch. Look at the inside of your ankle, the side of the big toe, find the "ankle bone", now press into the fleshy area right below that. Thats the spot. Now imagine feeling a sharp pain every time you wiggle your flows or go up and down steps, going all the way back to that spot.Ows right. I was told to wear the boot for 2 weeks and take 800mg Advil every 6 hours.
Well, by Thursday, the cable and on demand went out. By Sunday it had rained since i put the boot on and i was soooo bored i was ready to shave the cat just to see if she would look like Mr Bigglesworth for Austin Powers. My ass literally hurt from sitting on the sofa and i could not find a Americas Next Top Model marathon on to save my live. Oh and i have constant heartburn from all the ibuprofen so i had to stop that.
So yesterday, 1 week post "Mole hole" insidence. 4 days since i started clumping around my house like a pegleg pirate, i grabbed Betty and headed off the Nastyville for Hoop. Thank god... My zen....
We rocked it out to Willie, Lynard Synard and the Spice Girls. Sunny even called me a rock star. Well into week 2 as "hobbly" as d calls me, and ready for a vaca.
So if you will excuse me, me and my peg leg are gonna go eat a clamwhich and watch the finale of "The BIggest Loser,"