Onward… July 13, 2013Posted by Mrs Flipphead in family.
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Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up and realize you’ve been on auto-pilot so long that you have kind of forgotten who you are, where you were headed and how you planned to get there? It’ s a little like I have been drowning, in reverse.
In a nutshell, I have moved, moved back, moved out for good–all in the course of a year and a half. I have lost my only remaining parent. I have also lost my home, my job of 8 + years and 2 of my four pets, one to death, one to my recent move (my brother has her now–so she’s actually in better hands and probably happier).
On the way to emerging from the lake of despair, I have gotten a new job, a new place and I’m trying to find a new perspective. Easier said than done. I’m trying to count my blessings. I have two beautiful children and a husband who I think still loves me. Maybe.
They say that which does not kill you makes you stronger. I don’t know if I agree with that. Most of the time, I feel like Sisyphus must have felt, except I unlike him, I am not really sure who or what I pissed off to have to have endured the long term suckiness that was masquerading as my life.
Every time I thought it could not get worse, I was like, “Damn. Jinxed myself.” Perhaps that is why I rolled out of bed every day with the following plan. Step one: dig hole in sand. Step two: insert head. Step three: pull sand over head and try to burrow deeper.
Sooooo. I think that everything (at least the worst stuff- death and destitution) that could go wrong, has. So far I haven’t had any one thing in spades. Life has not been that cruel. It’s more like life has been pelting me with rotten vegetables and I think it’s finally emptied the basket. Unless I just jinxed myself again and in which case, I will probably disappear from the blogosphere for a while again.
This has to be the most depressing “optimistic” post in the history of blogs. Mhe. Maybe not. In any case, here’s to trying to focus on the funny and not the lack thereof.
I am thankful for the roof over our heads, my boys (all three of them), that I have a job, food in the fridge and the good health of my household. Really, that’s all that matters. In spite of what the sidebar ads on facebook would have you believe.
Nowhere to go but forward… July 13, 2013Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Random Observations.
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Sexually violent offender about to be released from treatment center in western WI – WTAQ News Talk 97.5FM and 1360AM July 4, 2012Posted by Mrs Flipphead in sex offender, sexual predator laws.
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I was in middle school when this guy was first caught. He has been released in the past and now they are trying again. I just don’t understand why the justice system doesn’t let criminals who are only hurting themselves (drug addicts who aren’t dealing and who are willing to go through treatment) and keep the people who can’t be cured locked up. It seems like sex offenders are granted more benefit of the doubt than any other criminals. I’m not sure if law makers will ever “get” that you can’t cure a sex offender anymore than you can “cure” a heterosexual.
What about the nine+ women who had their lives ruined by this man? Many of them were natives of this area and some still live around here, if not all of them. How would you like to have to run into your rapist in the grocery store?
What a long strange trip it’s been…. July 16, 2011Posted by Mrs Flipphead in family, Mom.
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So for the past year, I have been out of commission due to my mom’s health issues. She went in the hospital last summer needing another angiogram (two years post quintuple bypass surgery) and the contrast dye needed to do the procedure finally completely destroyed her kidneys. It nearly did the first time but they recovered. This time, she wasn’t so lucky. So last summer, her kidneys failed and she had to start dialysis. She lives in a town about 25 miles away from the hospital with the dialysis unit. So three times per week, I drove the 19 miles from my house, to mom’s, then the 25 to the hospital to drop her off at dialysis. My niece then picked her up and took her home about 4 hours later. In late October, my sister and I went to a week-long training to learn how to do in home dialysis. For a few months after that, my sister did the dialysis during the week (she lives across the street from my mom) and I did the treatments on the weekend. At the end of January, my sister told me that she could no longer help with the dialysis, it had become too much for her. So I talked with my husband and my mom and at the end of February, my boys and I moved in with my mom so that I could do her dialysis. Hubby still lives primarily at our old house, for now. He spends about 3-4 days per week over here and the rest at the old house. Eventually, we will get rid of our house and we will all move in with her permanently. In the mean time, I have been trying to help her get bids on a new roof, new siding, a ramp and do a home equity conversion mortgage to pay for it all. We are in the final stretch for the mortgage so she can replace the roof. Good thing too. With the incredible amount of rain we are having, it’s a miracle that the roof is not leaking. It’s in pretty bad shape.
I have spent a lot of mindless time on Facebook playing stupid games and chatting with friends as my stress relief. Too much going on in my personal life to think too much about other things I guess. But that is pretty much the situation. Working on packing up my old house, working full-time, using up my sick leave and vacation time to take mom to doctors appointments and for hospitalizations. So far, the more consistent care seems to be helping. She went in yesterday for an angiogram of the arteries in her legs (she’s diabetic and has developed ulcers on her feet). The bad news is she has pretty bad circulation (no surprise). The good news (oddly enough) is that the damage is in a location that she is going to get a leg artery bypass. It’s a strange thing. When she had the heart bypass, they took a vein from her left leg to do it. Now I don’t know where they are going to get the vein for the bypass on the right leg. But apparently, there is a decent one available. As bad as it sounds, if the damage was lower down, they would not be able to do much and she would lose her feet. So oddly, them not being able to do angioplasty or put stents in her lower legs has turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
So now I am off to bed. Just wanted anyone who bothers to read this to know where I have been for an eon.
Great Pacific Garbage Patch July 23, 2009Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Random Observations.
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You have to see this to believe it. Why haven’t I heard of this before? At various times throughout the past 2 decades, I have belonged to the WWF, the Nature Conservancy, the Sierra Club and Save the Whales, wolves, fill in the blank. And I have never heard of this before. A quick search revealed numerous links on the subject. I think if more people see this, more people will use fabric shopping bags and drink their pop from aluminum instead of plastic. I know I’m making some big changes in what I do starting today. Here’s the best story I found explaining the what, how and why.
REALLY??!!!! Are they kidding me? July 21, 2009Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Random Observations.
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Does anyone else think that even the possibility that Global Climate Change (the term Global Warming is misleading to those who don’t care to research what the whole issue is actually about) might actually be happening outweigh the lining of industrialist’s pockets? Shouldn’t we err on the side of caution here? I mean, if the science is conflicting, let’s go with the route that will save our collective asses, rather than worry about inconveniences (God Forbid! we should have to recycle or walk more or drive reasonably sized vehicles) or how much clean air is going to cost industries. I know that we all benefit from those conveniences. But frankly, I would rather that my great grandchildren can breathe.
My kids already have to stay inside on “air quality warning days” and we live in rural Wisconsin for crying out loud! I shudder to think what it must be like in places like Los Angeles. I swear if I hear one more person say that global warming is a hoax I might slap them across the face.
Two mouths are not always better than one… July 16, 2009Posted by Mrs Flipphead in family, kids.
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There is an episode of “Malcolm in the Middle” where Lois is in the middle of a particularly trying shopping trip with her three boys, Malcolm, Reese and Dewey. She starts to daydream about what it would be like if she had three girls instead of the three boys.
As the mother of two very energetic, very boisterous, very rambunctious boys age 3 and 6, I can understand and empathize. Why does every sentence out of a boy’s mouth have to be at top volume?
Why do I have to dread hearing my 3 year old’s belly giggles brought on by his brother’s antics? Because I know that is is a very fine line between laughter and crying when it comes to brothers. It made me very sad today to realize that I tense up when I hear their mutual laughter, waiting for the other shoe to drop, rather than enjoy it. In my defense, the older boy’s laughter is usually a little on the maniacal side.
So although, I am done having children…I still wonder and dream of a kinder, gentler household filled with tea parties and dress up, dolls and frilly dresses. As opposed to the constant sound effects of action figures fighting “the bad guys”.
Every time I impale my foot on a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtlesque weapon of the plastic variety, I curse to myself and dream of fluffy kittens and stuffed animals with bows.
Alas, I am sure that I am deluding myself and the reality is really closer to Lois’ fantasy gone wrong at the end of the episode when her “girls” start fighting like cats and one announces she is pregnant (if I am remembering the episode correctly).
When they are sleeping peacefully, or when it’s just one of them individually, I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. Together….some days I just want to put them out on the curb with a sign: “Free to a Good Home”.
Sheets…sheesh! August 2, 2008Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Random Observations.
I just saw 800 thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets on a discounter’s website.
At what point does it stop being a sheet and become a tarp?
These…are….the…days… July 23, 2008Posted by Mrs Flipphead in family, kids, Random Observations.
Do you ever have one of those days when you feel like the world is slightly tilted? You are off-balance. Nothing goes right. Everyone seems to be trying to make your life a living hell.
Yep, been one of those days.
Oddly, the song that has been running through my head all day is “These are the Days” by 10,000 Maniacs. Natalie Merchant has been taunting me for hours.
Somehow, I don’t think these are the kind of memories that she had in mind.