You just won't believe it.

  1. Water pump blows up while driving tearing off the serpentine belt
  2. Repair for above item costs $565
  3. Two classes missed while waiting on repair
  4. One son bites another son hard enough to draw blood
  5. The police visit my house after the biter calls them claiming that I beat him.
  6. Police give said son a reality check
  7. Said son falls off the porch breaking the growth plate in his leg.  No, I didn't push him
  8. Flat tire
  9. I miss makeup test due to flat tire
  10. Spare rusted to bottom of van requiring my father to leave work and drive 30 miles to rescue me
  11. I fail a hearing test
  12. Different son gets sore throat and fever requiring a 5 A.M. ER visit and antibiotic.
  13. Halloween canceled
And this was just since this past Sunday.

To blog or not to blog

I have been blogging for 9 years.  I have loved it.  It seems I have no readers anymore and perhaps anyone that needs information from me is my friend in Facebook.  I am considering dropping the blog.

Any protests?

KISS was at my house today

Elijah and Skyler were invited to a 70s themed birthday party.  I think I did a pretty darn good makeup job.  They won the costume

Jack counts

7 planes, 3 days, 1 funeral

What a crazy trip.  I have just taken a tour of insanity via hysterical laughter and tears.  Everything was going well until they canceled my last plane on Friday.  I had to spend the night in Dallas and pray the plane in the morning would get me to Nana's funeral on time.  Saturday morning, I board the earliest flight to Ft.Smith which should put me on the ground 40 minutes before the service. 

After about half an hour in the plane still on the ground they make us get off the plane.  We head to another terminal for a different plane and I am trying to maintain some semblence of calm.  This plane is due to land at 10:20 am.  Her funeral begins at 10 am.  The wonderful staff at the funeral home stalled and the people gathered to honor Shirley Kittel were patient and kind.    I land at 10:35 and we get there at about 10:50.

Her service was short and sweet.  There were only a few people outside of immediate family in attendence.  That made me sad.  She was such a strong vibrant woman.  She is just at that age where most of her friends have already passed on. 

When it was time to leave, the funeral director (amazingly compassionate man) asked if we would like Nana's ashes (in the red box on this table) delivered to us with the flowers.  I asked if we could just take her with us.  I told them, "I wasn't afraid of her when she was alive and I ain't afraid of her now"

I snatched her us and out the door we went.
After gathering at my cousins house for social time with great food we went to visit Mike's grave.  I hadn't seen his headstone yet.  We brought Nana with us.  Why you wonder?

Let's just say that the two peas on a pod are once again together.

When I arrived at the airport this morning and found out my first flight was delayed, I knew I was in for another great travel day. 
After racing for my connecting flight, there was no room on board for my carry on bag.  Under the plane it goes to be retrieved at the baggage claim in Chicago.  I had to leave the secure area, wait for my bag, get back in a 30 minute line to endure security again.   At this point I could have fallen down temper tantrum style and not been embarassed.

The last flight was mostly uneventful and the drive home was good.

I would endure the same trip again in a minute to avoid missing her service and the fellowship with that side of the family.  I would still rate the trip a complete success.  It was great to be able to be a part of Nana's celebration. 

I am a content woman.

Nana's obituary

Such a beautiful lady, please feel free to sign her guest book.


Today I had to do something that placed me firmly in adulthood and responsibility. I am 36, the mother of four children. I have owned and sold homes. I have been married and divorced. I was still not prepared or old enough for this.

I had to sign an authorization to cremate my Nana. I am her next of kin. After the paper was faxed to me, I couldn't look at it for a while. It was just too much. The paper is, of course, very detailed for liability reasons. It is technical and clear. And ugly ugly ugly.

I had to read it. I can't sign something legal and foreign without reading it. I feel weird everytime I think about it.

Next step is deciding if I can make the trip for her service.

Grieving again

Nana Shirley joined her son, mother, sisters and others in heaven earlier this evening.  I know I am happy for her.  I know it is silly to cry.  But, its just too soon.  I haven't recovered from Michael passing. 

I will be a big girl tomorrow.  I need to cry and cry hard now.

Camp or Treat


My nana is in ICU and they are talking about moving her to hospice.  We had all talked about the fact that she might not be long behind Michael because they were so close.  Monday will be exactly three months since he passed on.  I am having a hard time with it even though I know that death will be a great victory for her.  I don't know how to put into words the way that I feel about it.

Quick background.  My mother and Mike are my biological parents.  Nana is Mike's mother and my biological grandmother.  My mother married Lee when I was 10 and he adopted me when I was 13.  Lee is my dad.  No blood required.  Mike and I really developed a relationship in the past ten years.  His passing hit me harder than I would have expected.  Nana has always been very special to me.  She took me in during my rebellious year and loved the rebellion right out of me.  I will always be grateful to her. 

If I am honest, I am feeling a huge hole.  They are the last of my blood on my paternal side.  I do have a cousin, Kim, and her family, but I haven't known them very much and we just don't stay in contact.  I really don't want to lose my Nana.  It would be selfish of me to pray for her continued life.  She hates her current state.  The frustration on her face as she struggles for words pierces through me.  She can no longer walk and her social life is non existant without Michael. 

I just want her to be happy.  She has been a rock for Mike over the years and a constant positive in my life.  She deserves release from her broken body and mind.  I hope she will rally if that is what she wants right now, but I am ok if she wants to move on. 

In a totally not related comment, Glee is about as over the top dramatic as it gets....and I can't get enough.

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