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April 25, 2007
since you been gone
I haven't posted in a bit. I've been so busy lately. I gave Grumpy and both of the boys buzz cuts. I was sad to cut off the Duck's sweet fluff but I had three people in one day tell me what a beautiful little girl he was.
We have some new additions to the family. On the people side, one of my best friends had her first baby, a beautiful little girl. I am so sad not to be in Seattle to be with them but they are coming for a visit soon so I can't wait for that.
In our house, Little Bear won goldfish at the school carnival, so now we have Ruby the goldfish sitting in the kitchen. And also, we got another dog. Yes, we have four dogs, shut up. It was meant to be. Besides their combined weight is about 40 pounds, still much smaller than 1 big dog. He was a stray and had been saved from the pound by a chihuahua rescue. We had stopped in to Petco to by dog food and cat litter and there he was looking for a family. He was terribly shy and we thought he would become fast friends with Tico, our other rescue chi who had been rescued from a breeder He has turned out to be amazing, hyper, goofy, sweet and of course he loves me. We should have named him Owen so I could say "Owen loves his mama." But, we went with Fez. he just looks a like a Fez. I'll have to get some photos soon.
Little Bear just got over a double eye and ear infection, which I think I might be getting. I can't breath through my nose and my eyes are watery, red and gross. I can't hear and last night I had a terrible ear ache. My throat hurts and I can't stop coughing. I feel pretty. I have to get into the Dr. today because we are leaving for DISNEYLAND tomorrow. Yea, you heard me DisneyLand. I am so excited I am about to cry. I haven't been to DisneyLand since I was 9 and I haven't been to DisneyWorld since I was 14. The whole damn family is going too. Nana, Papa, Uncle Cakes, Aunt L, Uncle G, Cousin B, Me , Grumpy, Little Bear and Duck, who we also call HoDo now. I can't wait.
I have sooooo much to do before we go so I have to go. Pictures when I return!!
Posted by bugg at 08:18 AM | Comments (3)
April 06, 2007
i pity the fool
I have never heard someone say "Boy, you have your hands full" to someone with one or two children. It is a saying usually reserved for someone with, I don't know, more than three or four kids. Am I right?
Then why is that complete strangers feel the need to tell me that I have my hands full on a regular basis? It usually happens at the grocery store but it happens quite frequently and I feel like people only say this to me because I have a kid in a wheelchair. I try to just smile and say "No big deal." But inside it makes me angry.
Then as I mention it to my mom she says I don't see why you're mad. I feel sympathy and pity for you. That made me really, really mad. It would take an entire book to even begin to describe my mother and her bizarre behavior and a whole other book to describe our love hate relationship. Anyway, it made me very angry to know that she has pity for us. I don't understand why she would feel pity for us. I think we have a great life. So what if our kid is in a wheelchair. He is awesome. He's smart, healthy, funny, sweet, and loved by everyone he meets. So what's to pity?
Am I being a dink or am I justified in being irritated at unsolicited pity from a stranger and even my own mother?
I found the following piece and thought it very fitting to how I feel...
by Emily Perl Kinglsey
"I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland."
Posted by bugg at 05:02 PM | Comments (2)
April 02, 2007
joy riding
Yesterday little bear, little duck and I, went with papa to buy a pool table (now my in-laws will never get rid of me). On our way home we were stopped at a light when I noticed that the car in front of us and over a lane had two men in the car and a giant blow up doll sticking out of the sun roof. The doll's crotch was in the passenger's face while he held on to her thighs.
Does anyone have a guess as to why two men would have a blow up doll with them in their car on a Sunday afternoon, out on the edge of the boonies?
Posted by bugg at 08:58 AM | Comments (2)