Holy Sickness Batman

Exactly.

Yep. That just about sums it up. Going on 10, TEN days of being sick. Currently on my second round of antibiotics and steroids, THIRD round of cough syrup/pills and I think I've annihilated about 4 inhalers. Lung transplant anyone?

Anyway, I have a bunch of cool things to blog about. Like pinterest projects I've (halfway) completed, wedding showers, trying unsuccessfully to sell NINE puppies (any takers? no seriously, they are adorbs. you want one, you know you do!), Yankee coming to visit in TWO WEEKS and all kinds of other stuff. Buuuuut that's not happening today. Maybe this weekend. If you're lucky.

Grouchtastic doesn't even begin to cover my attitude lately. So all of you who are actually dealing with me in real life, consider yourselves saints. Especially hubster.

Peace, love, and bronchial congestion...

Always,

L

Too good not to share.

"...I’d recently committed to a non-negotiable understanding with myself. I’d committed to “the End of Suffering.” I’d finally managed to exile the voices in my head that told me my personal happiness was only as good as my outward success, rooted in things that were often outside my control. I’d seen the insanity of that equation and decided to take responsibility for my own happiness. And I mean all of it."

The above is an excerpt from this article I stumbled across a few days ago. Hubs and I both read and loved it. No matter where you are in life, relationship, marriage, I think it is worth the read. Navigating your life with someone isn't always butterflies and roses. It's work. Sometimes (a lot of times) you aren't both in the same frame of mind emotionally, spiritually or otherwise. What this woman was able to do, for herself, her children, and for her marriage is more than admirable. The lesson of being their for your spouse, by whatever means necessary, comes through loud and clear.

Here's to taking responsibility for our own happiness.

Always,

L


 http://theweek.com/article/index/99512/the-last-word-he-said-he-was-leaving-she-ignored-him

Short and Sweet...

...it's better than nothing at all, right? Just wanted to post this adorable-melt-your-heart-into-tiny-pieces picture of B and Uncle Nate.

I'm so happy to report that Bryce is finally HOME and doing amazing. All 3lbs 10oz of him. And, since life likes to mess with me, I am, of course, sick as a dog  and cant see him just yet. But not to worry, he knows his YaYa loves him, I'm sure of it :)

OH, and because I'd just like to kill you with adorableness:

If that doesn't make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you might want to hightail it on over to Oz and ask for a new heart. Robot.

More updates about life and bridesmaiding and all that jazz soon, I promise. But hopefully this will tide you over in the mean time.

Always,

L

B is for: Bryson, Bridesmaid-ing, and a blogging comeback

Oh hey! Remember that one time I used to blog? But then the inevitable "i can't commit to ANYTHING" syndrome kicked in? And life got busy and this little slice of the internet machine was left to collect cyber cobwebs? Yeah, that just happened.

I'm not sure how many of you are even still out there reading this, but I do know one very persistent Yankee (who BTW will be here in MARCH) that is on the verge of physical violence in regards to my lack of blogging. So if anything, this one is for you dollface.

So, since I have over a month of things to catch up on, I thought I'd just give each post a letter theme, you know, like on Sesame Street? Clever, I know. And yes I realize I skipped the letter A. It's pretentious and gets all the recognition for being at the beginning of the alphabet and I've got no time for a stuck up letter stealing the show. I decided it's time that another letter get to shine; so, as should go without saying, B was the obvious choice.

Ok, all of that was total bullsh. I just happen to be a fan of alliteration and as the fates would have it, I had three things to talk about that started with a B. You're welcome. I feel rusty at this. I've been keeping all my crazy pent up in my brain, or just unloading on the hubs, so typing all this up feels kinda silly. And kinda rambley. Oh well. You decided to click the link, what does that say about you?

Anyyyway. Lots to talk about so lets get to it. First, and most importantly, I'm a YaYa again! That's right, I am the proudest most smitten aunt to a new little nugget of sunshine. World, meet Bryson (Bryce) Louis Hunke. Born 2/4 at 9:12am, weighing a whopping 3lbs 2oz.

Now, since I have been the world's worst blogger lately, I never filled y'all in about the not-so-ideal pregnancy my sister-in-law had. Suffice it to say that she was on bed rest for about 2 months, and after many doctors visits, (most importantly counseling from the incredible Dr. Daum) they determined, for whatever reason, that B wasn't growing enough. So after only 34 weeks of "cooking" it was time for him to make his grand entrance into the world. He came out screaming, and is doing remarkably well. He can breathe on his own, but the CPAP machine just makes it easier on his little lungs, and doesn't force his little body to burn as many calories. Momma is recovering well from her C-section (she's a trooper!) and Dad is an incredibly proud papa. We SO overjoyed about this perfect teensy addition to our family! Any prayers or well wishes for my SIL's continued recovery, and fast weight gain for little B would be more than appreciated.

What was the other B thing I needed to talk about? Oh yeah, bridesmaid-ing. Yes, i just made that into a verb. Anything can be made into a verb by adding -ing. Read a book.

So I have the pleasure of being in not one, but TWO weddings this coming April, which makes March the month of bachelorette parties. It's ok to be jealous. I'm actually in charge of throwing one of them, and as Maid of Honor I really hope I don't screw it up! If any of you reading this are KJ's bridesmaids, scouts honor I'm putting together the email with all the weekend details and you WILL see it this week. I swear. If you don't, please bombard my facebook telling me how big of a slacker I am. Seriously. I'm actually co-hosting another shower this month, which, since I obviously SUCK at multi-tasking, has taken center stage.

None of that is really the point. All the showers/parties aside, I just can't wait to stand next to two of my absolute best/closest friends, on their special day. It's an honor I don't take lightly, or for granted. Both of them stood beside me on my wedding day, and I can't wait to do the same for them.

I was reminded the other day, (when I was literally on the verge of a panic attack because of all of the activities and things I have coming up/am committed to) how blessed I am. All of the things I have going on, are good and happy things. Wonderful, life changing things, that I am so fortunate to be a part of. Even when I'm overwhelmed I just keep telling myself that.

It also helps that my husband is the bomb. No seriously y'all, you know that "made for TV" marriage bliss that every romcom force feeds you? The vomit inducing, all encompassing happiness that, as of our first few years of marriage had been elusive at best? We've found it. (Technically, we'd had it all along...we'd just gotten lazy, and needed a tune up, but that's a post for another day).  We had to work at it. And we will have to keep working at it, everyday. But that's a responsibility I will happily take on. I am married to my best friend. We get to play house, build forts and watch Saturday morning cartoons together, for the rest of our lives. How bad ass is that? Going on 11 years and the kid still gives me butterflies, and is the best part of my day. And I'm happy abundantly joyful.

How's that for a blogging comeback?

Always,

L

Dad plays Kinect

Best. Christmas. EVER! Hahahahah!!!

Ps. The sound effects are ALL him. This is the gift that just keeps on giving.

Always,

L

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An Open Letter to my Pitt Bull

Hey Lady,

We need to have a little chat. Let me start by saying that I love you. I really do, but some things have got to change. Your gas? Girl it has gotten WAY out of hand. Waking up to a methane gas burning my nose AND my eyes isn't exactly my idea of a good morning. I'm thinking this might have something to do with the fact that you eat cat shit from our yard. In fact, that might be the cause of your unbearable breath situation too, but we'll touch on that a little later.

Let's address this other thing you do in the morning. You know what I'm talking about. That thing where you decide the world needs to be awake at the crack of dawn and you somehow think you were appointed WAKE THE WHOLE EFFING HOUSE UP queen? Unacceptable. If you roo in my face before 7am one more time I will end you.

Oh and when it rains, and there's that noise in the sky? It's thunder. Yes we heard it and NO climbing underneath me and shaking profusely will not make it stop. If you have to do something to calm your nerves, bother Toga. Lord knows that's why we have TWO dogs. Entertain yourselves.

I'm not completely insensitive though. I know you recently lost your partner in crime/best friend. It was hard on all of us and I'm working on your dad to try and get a replacement. But if you keep up with these obnoxious shenanigans you are going to be lonely for a LONG time. You are not helping either of our cases by being such a pain.

And lastly, I want to congratulate you on your recent discovery of your unnatural jumping abilities. Kuddos on being able to clear the sorry excuse for a fence we have in the back of our yard. Here's the thing though. Next time you decide to do this at 11 at night...be prepared to sleep OUTSIDE. Yes I said it. And I'm not above praying for it to thunder all night either to teach you a lesson. Chasing you around the neighborhood in my pjs is not something I have the patience for. So knock it off.

I know you think I have officially retired your kennel but consider this your final warning. Shape up or prepare for lock up.

Sincerely,

Mom

Just for you...

...yes YOU, my kindred spirit. Because of you, because of the friendship we are able to maintain with every obstacle against us, I still believe in magic. I believe that sometimes, if you are really lucky, you get to have what we have, or at least what I have in you. A person that makes you feel whole. Someone who, aside from my husband (actually sometimes instead of), is the FIRST person I want to tell everything to. I know what we have was originally forged from our distant bloodline but what we've made of it in spite of our distance in geography is incredible. If I'm being honest, it scares me a little, how much you mean to me. It scares me because I sincerely can't handle the idea of ever living in a world without you in it. Maybe its the time of year that has me all sentimental. Maybe its because this time last Christmas I was more excited about your upcoming visit than anything Santa could possibly bring me. Maybe its because you are my biggest blog cheerleader, so as soon as I sat down to write, you were on my mind. Whatever it is, I just want you to know that I'll never take you for granted. EVER. I know how blessed I am to have you.  Thank you for being everything I need, exactly when I need it. I only hope I can be as steady a constant and as true of a friend as you've been to me. I love you with every piece of my heart.

Always,

L