A Princess and 4 Boys

Sleep and I have not been friends lately so I started re-watching Gossip Girls.  I am on season two where Lily and Rufus make a list of all their partners. Boris sends me a text (as he is sitting next to me) and says...here is my list from 2010.  It is a list of some of the things he loves about me that he has had in his notes on his phone for years. Love isn’t just sexual.  It is knowing that the other person has a list on their phone.  Love is being together and hold each other up when life is fucking terrible!  I don’t know if he realizes how important to my sanity he has been lately but I would be a mess without him. The List. The way she sings to the radio when she thinks no one is watching and how she smiles and giggles when she gets caught.  The way she cuts her French toast.  How she makes up words that we still use today, like we have our own special language How if we have a shower together she can't get out first, we could stand there all da...

I am the person that holds everything together. The person people go to when times are hard and I am their rock. I have stood firm through my storm and I am still standing. I have rolled down many hills only to find myself standing back up, dust myself off and just to keep it pushing. I have fought through the hardest time in my life only to shine like the strong woman that stands before you now I have cried a million tears and felt like life was not worth living only to get up the next day to see that the tears had dried up and a new day has come. I will be a strong woman and lend anyone a hand through the times of depression when all i want to do is cry. I don't feel like this person lately and I have felt really weak asking others to be my rock or make decisions for me.  The unknown is the worse place to be in. Not only has this mass inside of me taken up space unannounced and unwanted, but this inability to hold my head up and say confidently that everything is going to...

I have spent all weekend trying to not think about my upcoming appointment but all the while thinking of nothing else.   I flip between not being concerned at all to thinking worse case scenarios.  One thing this has reminded me is that I am surrounded by the best husband, children and friends.  I have had two super thoughtful care packages and my husband who has been such a rock and taking care of me.

I have been having pain in my chest and back for some time now. I had thought it was just stress so I would pop a few Tylenol, put on the heated seats in the car and carry on with my day.  After much nagging from Boris, I went to the Medicentre. Without even touching me, he told me I had gallstones and sent me off with a requisition for an ultrasound.   One week later, I had my abdomen ultrasound (holding one of the Great Lakes worth of water in my stomach) and they took A LOT of pictures.  Only one was where my gallbladder is but she was obviously new cause she kept stepping out to ask the doctor on staff questions.   I had asked for my results to be sent to my family doctor who called me the very next day to come in to talk about my results. Wednesday’s are so busy at work and so I made an appointment for Friday afternoon. These little buggers have been in there for months so they could wait a few days.  What happened next has put me in such a fog for a week n...

  I love me a good empower the woman/search for what you believe in story. If you don't know, Eat Pray Love is about a woman who pursues the things she thinks will bring her happiness. One of my dearest friends, Carly, took a great leap and drove across Canada to live for six months or more.  I am incredibly proud of her.  It takes a lot of courage to take that plunge and do the drive. I remember when I read the book wondering if I had that option and who are we kidding, bravery, to leave the comforts of my everyday life behind and pursue what I believe is my own happiness, where would I go and what would I pursue? I love Europe but I couldn't live there.  There is no order and people are so relaxed there...that alone would give me an meltdown. Backpacking or living in small little unique places is not something that interests me.  An attempt to visit every city/airport that has a Starbucks would be really cool and while that wouldn't exactly be ...

My eyes were all wide eyed and buggy yesterday and I was obsessed by the new traps I had purchased to catch our squatter!  I couldn't think or talk about anything else all day. I drove home quickly thinking about Stuart Little's distant cousin having his last meal and then meeting his death. I got home and the traps were empty.  SO SAD!!!! I didn't hear him all night and I conjured up all these thoughts about him bringing all his friends to our house and lifting our beds up and throwing them out the windows. Woke up at 5:45am and ran to the traps...NOTHING!!!!! 7:30am...guess what?  Yup....Ding Dong the mouse is dead!

Disclaimer: Do not read if you are in any way related to some form of PETA loving association as your heart will undoubtedly break. We have had a mouse in our house for a couple of weeks and the shithead continues to elude our attempts at evicting him.  This mouse feels the need to hang out in Jon's bedroom (I mean who wouldn't want to) and ours. We initially went the humane way and got the traps with poison in them for him to go and peacefully die in his home with his spouse next to him holding his paw.  He (I am assuming the shithead is a male) kicked over these traps in a "fuck you" kind of manner. Next Jonathan and I purchased those 1912 traps that you put food in them to lure them in and then snap their necks (do you hear the diminishing level of care for how he dies in my text).  We tried cheese and the little fucker somehow removed the cheese and the trap did not go off in either of them.  Jon and I did research and decided to now upgrade to peanut butte...