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Blood, Guts, wounds and yearbook photos- Oh My…

Published on April 5, 2012January 17, 2013 by Mae @ Rainydayinmay1 Comment

It hasn’t been that long, has it?

A girl goes off of the blogging grid for just a smidge of time and blogger goes and changes everything… What is this world coming to? I feel like the whole internet changed. Which it kind of did. Doesn’t google own it yet? What’s next, France? maybe Google can buy the US from china. Hmm. anyway…

So, what’s going on?

That’s nice… Or, wow, I’m sorry… or Me too... Whichever works for you, please snag it and insert here:

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What’s new with me, you ask? Well… aside from sicknesses, court craziness, expensive legal insanity, plain old regular life insanity, work, birthdays (Mine and Genny’s), anniversary (mine and Chw’s.), puppy surgeries (both Paisley and Emma), puppy follow up emergencies, (again- both) oodles of family drama, car trouble (both mine and Chw’s cars) and a date being set for Lucas’ deployment AFTER he had an episode similar to a heart attack- it’s been a whirlwind. Nay- a tornado. I’m not going to understate…

But we are here.

We are alive.

We are blessed to be exactly where we are.

We are loved.

We have AMAZING friends.

I am thirty six!!! (yes, saying it again. And again. And again)

36…

And our dogs are done being hypochondriacs just to scare us…

Stinkers…

Also, not to brag but my AWESOME husband made me this AWESOME island for my birthday. I adore it, and i love it too! {Note, yes the light fixture is out of place. We have a replacement, it’s just not up yet. See: crazy weeks.}

Also, Also, I was asked to take a quick shot of the adorable Genny for our co-op year book, as we were newcomers. This is the best I could muster. Yes, that IS siding in the back ground, thanks for noticing… (and yes, I am the mom who not-too-long-ago had a photography business… Remember what I said about the evil craziness of march? it’s the best i could do- thus scarring my poor 13 year old for life. I know.)

Kindly I will spare you the images of my husband’s knee. He decided to stab himself in it, whilst working on an over thought out project. He survived, but has 3 ugly stitches (super deep but not wide) and a fairly unsympathetic wife as, in his shock and immense pain he originally led us to believe he SAWED through his leg. MORAL OF THE STORY: when you lead into an injury story with “sawed off my leg with a power saw” and come to find out, it’s a utility knife wound- i may not be as distraught as you once expected. (disclaimer- he did not lie. He HAD been power sawing and THEN comes in screaming with buckets of blood staining through his jeans. When Gen and I asked if he sawed through his leg, he was in a bit of shock and did answer yes. *eh hem- more than once*… My thoughts at that time were actually “wow, saw wounds are much smoother than I imagined.” hmm…)

So in a nutshell- I vow to be a better blogger. The end.

The brighter side…

Published on March 13, 2012January 17, 2013 by Mae @ Rainydayinmay5 Comments

Can it really already be March 13?

That seems crazy to me. Shouldn’t that make Christmas be practically next week, or something?

So. Do things go in seasons in your world? I don’t mean seasons like the 4 basic annual ones. No, I mean seasons of plenty and seasons of struggle, and that sort of thing.

Our first mistake, I suspect, was kicking 2011 in the rear on it’s way out- and naively welcoming 2012 with open arms.

2012 is a manipulative sneak is what it is.

Ya’ll, I don’t know what life has been like for you but OUR year has been painfully hard- every day- since 1/1. It stinks. It has been wrought with MAJOR family problems, health issues, more family problems, more health issues and now this pesky need for LOTS of money, uber fast.

As if that wasn’t enough, our sweet puppy has been deathly sick, pretty much monthly. We noticed last night that her ear has this weird, raw/bloody issue, so to the vet I go this morning. Again.

AND, this morning at our 5:30 a.m. breakfast Chw points out that we don’t have a lawn mower.

No we don’t…

Ours died last fall and we just assumed, come spring, we wouldn’t be in dire need of uber amounts of money- and we could just buy one.

smh…

In other news, it is Lucas’ birthday! Even though he’s not here- (Germany is SO lucky right now!) we can’t help but keep him in our hearts and thoughts and wish him a happiest of birthdays… I am so dang proud of him, and honestly- none of the other junk matters. These kids of ours make life amazing.

image courtesy of Kelly Peone Photography

Journal {Week 5}…

Published on March 9, 2012January 17, 2013 by Mae @ Rainydayinmay9 Comments

IN MY LIFE THIS WEEK…

We had the unfortunate opportunity of coming home Monday, after coop, to a letter from the courts. Without divulging a lot of detail, our youngest’s (12) adoption has been in hiatus for years. We’d resolved, emotionally, that it may never happen due to a technicality. As it turns out, we have a VERY small amount of time to “figure it out” (attorney and thousands of dollars more, that we don’t have, after the tens of thousands already spent) or lose her.

So like repossessing a child, but different.

Not really. That’s me being completely snarky.

The things people (our “support” system) have said this week, along with the about 7 people who have genuinely given a crap, have made me feel really defeated.

So, all in all, the week pretty much sucked.

IN OUR HOMESCHOOL THIS WEEK…

That part was ok. Lots of books.

For literature we read a Newberry winner called A Gathering of Days. I LOVE our literature curriculum.

In Social Studies we did indepth studies on Presidents Taft, Roosevelt, Hoover, Coolidge and McKinnley. We should be wrapping up our studies on the former US presidents (all of them) the end of this month.

In Science we learned about the digestion system.

In Gen’s baking class she and her partner made mini chocolate lava cakes and they were divine!

PLACES WE’RE GOING, PEOPLE WE’RE SEEING…

A little glad to say that this weekend we aren’t doing much of either of those things. Maybe try to go to our water class on Saturday morning, and then do some projects at home.

MY FAVORITE THING THIS WEEK WAS…

the cute things coming in the mail from my BFF (she lives in WV) in honor of March being my birth month. It’s very thoughtful…

THINGS I AM WORKING ON…

Not falling apart emotionally, every twelve seconds mostly.

I’M READING…

NADA, at the moment. Managed to somehow mess up my kindle yesterday (of course) and it would probably be tough to focus anyway.

SHE’S READING…

EVERYTHING!!! Classic Nancy Drew books…

I’M COOKING…

i don’t even know. I need the ready made meal plan, complete with the ready made shopping and the ready made maid.

Too much to ask?

probably comfort foods…

I’M GRATEFUL FOR…

MY KIDS!!!! hands down… Even if gen is the only one home. PRAYING it stays that way…

I’M PRAYING FOR…

My life…

Ache…

Published on March 2, 2012January 17, 2013 by Mae @ Rainydayinmay7 Comments

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

GO.

It was a mere gesture of friendly good intention which prompted her to share with me the words. The instruction.

The way that I, as their mother, do not add up.

I didn’t take it personal. I jumped up first, criticizing self in mirror, that I needed the words.

Needed to heed the words.

Needed to be the words.

Needed.

So much more than the loud toned woman, frustrated always. Tired.

Aches.

Aches in my bones and my heart, alike. Different.

Aches from trying so hard to love those previously believed unloveable, only because previous people ached to see themselves and cast these wide eyed children to the wayside.

Aches, the children, in the way their beginnings began.

Aches every second of every day for their differences. For their different. For…

For everything? Possibly. Probably. Rightly so.

Ache.

Always. All around. Rounds and rounds for everyone, on everyone because this lonely, self serving world can’t get enough.

I ache to be the mom they need me to be.

I ache because I fail.

I ache because I’m not. Then I try to be, and I forget, and I fail again.

They deserve better.

But I’m what they’ve got.

That’s it.

Maybe I love them more than they can love. Maybe they gave the tiny bits of all they had to spare to me, heart fragments in hand.