I got a message from Tracy yesterday saying she was having bladder surgery, I didn’t get a chance to talk to her so I’m not sure how things went. If anyone else has heard from her since, please update.

I just got off the phone with Tracy, she is in the hospital, finally in a room, she loves her potty chair and her drugs. She is not loving the bitchers, moaners and whiners. Also not loving the idiot (maybe that’s a bit harsh) nurses that blew two of her good veins while trying to get an IV line in her. She is also loving her husband who had to smuggle food and drugs to her as they were taking their time to get her settled in. We talked about ways to get her into a quieter room and we came up with maybe she ask for placement in a Padded Room or perhaps the morgue, but the latter might be a bit chilly, but it would be quieter. She is thankful for all the emails,calls and texts but is unable to reply to them at this time.

I’ve decided to pack in the notion that I could one day become the next famous IT movie star and instead focus my not yet honed skills as a writer?.this poses some problems (leaving the question of talent aside for a moment) ? the most immediately pressing of which is where I’m going to get the money to pay for?well everything?lol, but I’ve been poor before and I can do it again.  I’ve never been into having stuff except maybe food and books so that should ease the transition. I’ve worn some of the same pair of jeans since like forever.  Everything else I have comes from the thriftiest of thrifty shopping excursions I partake of, all/or most, compliments of my gift cards that I acquire from my credit card spending?I won’t feel deprived if I can’t go out and buy a pair of expensive shoes, because the idea that I needed them would never have occurred to me in the first place?.hey did that just occur to me, expensive shoes??

I’m spoiled for choices?those being food, water; a roof over our heads, cheap threads?.life is just too fabulously scrumptious.

Oh just ignore me.  I don’t know what I’m talking about?.hey ? eating’s overrated anyway?.but water is a must?.there’s always a silver lining. Since I came to this particular crossroads (it’s been long time coming but I think it’s fair to say that I actually arrived at the intersection about a month ago after a journey of several years)

So what now?  Well?obviously ? poverty, but I’m more used to that than you might suspect.  Luckily, I’m not acquisitive and since I’m down a size or so, it appears that I am, (but appearances may be deceiving) given the way everything is fitting lately?. but for shame, my scale is not moving its needle, and I tested it with the boys, and it works for them, but for me?nada?.but sweet mama mia, it’s like I’ve already got a brand new wardrobe.  See? Silver lining again.  Sometimes it’s kind of hard to locate but it’s there if you dig.  I’m fitting my formerly fluffier self into some threads I was busting through before and I love the fact that when the buttons are eased through the stitched buttonholes I’m not thinking I need to reposition the button, which I have done. Hell in years past I had a pair of jeans that I had owned for a good ten or maybe eleven years and they had been washed like a gazillion times and they were so comfortable, for the most part?unless I was having a fat day?.the last straw was when I sneezed and I popped the oft times repositioned button across the room?I laughed at myself, I actually laughed until I cried, I was so determined to wear those until they were no longer wearable?.then I had an epiphany at that precise point and time it was time to say good bye to them jeans?.but not until the end of the day?I did wear them that one last time?.albeit without the damn button?.and yes it was stressful?.making sure that when I stood up my zipper wasn’t going down??.where was I???? Better yet, where am I going with this? Hell if I know?.

I’ve been a bit gone from this site, not sure why...I pop in and barely glance here and there...I’ve “met” many wonderful ladies here and I do read the blogs, and some of the questions, I do follow the tales of woe, happiness, job loss, every day struggles with kids, with spouses, with health issues and I do try to leave comments, maybe my frustration came from a couple of days when I tried leaving comments and I couldn’t post due to site issues, those seem to have been resolved. I do care about my friends here, I know the struggles with single parenting, and also with the economy being what it is....I think another reason has been my seemingly shorter attention span...I’m blaming it on pain and drugs...LOL (might be old age)anyhoo I will try to make more time and I was even thinking of starting a morning chat group, not sure if the interest is still there or not....and I’m rambling here so off I go....but I’m here and I’m still following blogs and whatnot.

May peace break into your home and may thieves come to steal your debts..  

May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.  

May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!  

May happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy  

May the problems you had, forget your home address!  

In simple words .............  

May 2010 be the best year of your life!!!

I am finally home, had back surgery on the 11th, released from the hospital on the 18th, I came home, had a days rest, then had to return back to Austin to get my stitches removed. I broke the trip down by leaving Sunday and returning Monday, and now all that travel has caught up to me. I slept last night, more than I had in quite a while, sure I was up every two hours or so, but as soon as I would get back in bed I was back to sleep. My body is needing the rest and I am listening to it. Even if I wanted to overdo it I can’t, so no sense in even trying...LOL.  

I finally decided on the menu for Christmas, I made the list and sent the boys out to do the grocery shopping. We are having jumbo stuffed shells with sausage and beef and lots of cheese, a salad, some rolls and mixed veggies....oh and cake, not sure what kind of cake, but cake, maybe maple...the boys will once again do all the cooking.

I need to catch up on reading, replying to emails, mailing some cards and a few other to do’s...so I am off to get started. Once again I thank you all for your thoughts, prayers and well wishes. I am slowly on the mend, and day by day it is getting easier.