phantom hands

PHANTOM PAIN is defined many places on the internet. Phantom pain sensations are described as perceptions that an individual experiences relating to a limb or an organ that is not physically part of the body — Wikipedia I don’t suffer from PP, but I do have related issues. I’m not sure there’s a name for what [...]

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what i did during summer break…

..I quit writing my blogs. It felt weird but I decided to take the summer off. Between my health, the kids, my eye problems, summer plans and trips it was too much to combine my limitations with all I wanted to do. I decided  that I had this time to spend with my family, if [...]

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parent/teenager conferences

When Peter and I went to school there was no Netflix and Hulu. Xbox and Nintendo DS’s were off in the future. We were killing ourselves for a song on our mix tapes instead of the instant play on Spotify. We had dial up and one computer per house was a luxury. It’s not hard [...]

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bowling balls the only balls in play

Over winter break I took advantage of my new Groupon addiction at our local bowling alley. I was able to tell the kids to invite a friend to join us, already paid by the fun coupon. I had suggested Nathaniel invite Luke his best friend but he was already going to be on a trip. [...]

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do the time warp again

February went by with no posts. They were in my head but because of my eyes and overall laziness with typing they stayed dormant. I didn’t write about my fortieth birthday, Pete’s fortieth-second went by too. Nathaniel turned 16 (all teenage girls that visit are automatically shot in the ass with a dart of Depo-Provera)(There’s [...]

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blogging on purpose

When I started writed in 2006 Peyton had just gotten sick. I blogged to keep friends and family updated, it slowly morphed into a place where I vented about the horror of watching my baby in so much pain, I could honestly talk about the good and bad of the life I found myself chin-deep [...]

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i want to be buried in my “i love jake ryan” shirt

I’m pretty sure I’m dying. I’ve had bronchitis since Christmas, I keep forgetting to take my night meds so my bp is wonky and Web MD said this strange mole is probable pancreatic cancer. So, it’s been real ya’ll. I can only imagine the lectures brewing right now. You forget your meds? Are you stupid? Do you [...]

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chubby bunny

Peyton found this game we “HAD TO TRY!”  

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this girl is on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiire!

Ok, so *I* wasn’t on fire but I started one. With my wheelchair. In my kitchen. Accidentally. We have a gas stove versus electric. Peter ordered pizza the night before and we carelessly left the cardboard boxes on the burners. Note: cardboard is really freaking flammable.   Part of my wheelchair experience has been to learn [...]

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isn’t this supposed to be fun?

I can’t cut my nails. Fingers or toes, they’re a two-handed job that are beyond me. So, I go and have a mani/pedi. Which sounds great, used to be a treat, a moment to pamper myself. But like anything, when it becomes a necessity some of the joy gets sucked out it. I really thought [...]

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why you shouldn’t write on Monday

There I am, laying in bed, thinking of the things that have changed in the past few years. The thing on my body that have stronger, things that have gotten worse. I think, mostly, of my kids in relation to these changes. How much longer will the weaknesses maintain before they just DON’T anymore? I’m [...]

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playing games in my mind

I used to play MASH. You remember that game from your childhood? Mansion, Apartment, Shack or House. Yes, I would live in a shack with Joey McIntyre. Even with our five kids in a Porsche. I liked MASH, I never said I was smart about it. But in all those daydreams, with fantasies scribbled in pencil on scraps of [...]

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trying to keep my kids safe

“Stranger danger!” “Don’t talk to strangers!” Those were the most common warnings of my childhood memory. Don’t take candy from strangers. Don’t get in strange vehicles Only YOU can prevent a forest fire. Those were the warnings my parent gave me. My fears were some dark and shadowy figure out to snatch me away from [...]

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