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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
New Name
Realizing that this blog is entitled June 24th, and it is now June 29th, my time has more than run out. As I have grown accustomed to writing every day, and quite enjoy it, I am sad that the end of the blog has come. Maybe, partly, that is why I have written for a few extra days. Or, maybe because Jeff wetting himself cannot go as an untold story!
I have to end this blog. The getting through a year apart has happened. We successfully made it, and I must tell you, pants-pissing and all, being together again is better than ever! Our time together is rarely boring. So I know that there will always be a good story to tell!
With that in mind, and from many requests from my readers, I have decided to begin a new blog. The purpose, I do not really know. In my mind, I just want to continue writing, I want people to be able to continue reading, and I would like for those who I don't see so often to be able to get a taste of my life (kinda like I did for Jeff for the past 10 months!).
Really, what has been holding me back from ending this beautiful blog and beginning the new one is a title. Obviously I am not all that good at titling. Example: June 24th. That's about as creative as they come! Some options I was thinking of include: Life As It Should Be; Life As It Is; C-Land By Storm; and The Adventures of J and A. I'm not really too keen on any of them. In fact, I think they all suck. So, I am open for suggestions or votes for a particular name. Either way, no need to worry (I know you have been), I will continue to write!
Thank you for following the ups and downs of our year apart! Your readership is greatly appreciated.
I have to end this blog. The getting through a year apart has happened. We successfully made it, and I must tell you, pants-pissing and all, being together again is better than ever! Our time together is rarely boring. So I know that there will always be a good story to tell!
With that in mind, and from many requests from my readers, I have decided to begin a new blog. The purpose, I do not really know. In my mind, I just want to continue writing, I want people to be able to continue reading, and I would like for those who I don't see so often to be able to get a taste of my life (kinda like I did for Jeff for the past 10 months!).
Really, what has been holding me back from ending this beautiful blog and beginning the new one is a title. Obviously I am not all that good at titling. Example: June 24th. That's about as creative as they come! Some options I was thinking of include: Life As It Should Be; Life As It Is; C-Land By Storm; and The Adventures of J and A. I'm not really too keen on any of them. In fact, I think they all suck. So, I am open for suggestions or votes for a particular name. Either way, no need to worry (I know you have been), I will continue to write!
Thank you for following the ups and downs of our year apart! Your readership is greatly appreciated.
Too Much Valium
Today was Jeff's LASIK surgery. Nothing like a celebration of our uniting than taking a laser to the eye.
Jeff went in for surgery at about 2:30 this afternoon. At 4:00 p.m. when he had not been returned to me yet, I began to worry slightly. Was he blind? Good thing he took one good, long last look at Shea! He mentioned how he was appreciating the beautiful greens and blues of the world on our drive to the LASIK center. Then, just as I was warding off panic, I felt a tap on the head, and there he was, looking studly in the same sunglasses my 85 year old grandfather wore ten years ago before he died. I borrowed them for a second:
Anyways, it got interesting after my valium induced husband was blindly (no pun intended) walked to the car. He was chatty, making sure I knew where I was going, as if he even knew where he was. Once he sat down however, something must have changed. Changed so much he began to freak out.
"I need food now, or I'm going to pass out. It's too hot! I need the air conditioner on or I'm going to pass......" And, he passed out. I actually thought for a moment that he was dead. Slouched over in his seat, unresponsive to my voice and touch. But, I decided I would keep driving and this may be normal. Luckily, after only a minute or two, before I got too nervous, he came to.
The first words he uttered were, "Lish, I think I pissed myself. I dreamt I was peeing." I looked at his pants and did not see any remnants of pants pissing. So I told him I thought he was mistaken. Until a minute or two later. I refrained my original opinion.
"Yea, I think I smell pee."
With another check of the pants, it was clear, Jeff had indeed pissed himself. Now, don't go getting all upset at me for writing about this; for ratting my husband out in a moment of weakness. He finds it hilarious. He is a very proud 30-year old pant pisser. And me, I love him all the more for this.
Jeff went in for surgery at about 2:30 this afternoon. At 4:00 p.m. when he had not been returned to me yet, I began to worry slightly. Was he blind? Good thing he took one good, long last look at Shea! He mentioned how he was appreciating the beautiful greens and blues of the world on our drive to the LASIK center. Then, just as I was warding off panic, I felt a tap on the head, and there he was, looking studly in the same sunglasses my 85 year old grandfather wore ten years ago before he died. I borrowed them for a second:
Anyways, it got interesting after my valium induced husband was blindly (no pun intended) walked to the car. He was chatty, making sure I knew where I was going, as if he even knew where he was. Once he sat down however, something must have changed. Changed so much he began to freak out.
"I need food now, or I'm going to pass out. It's too hot! I need the air conditioner on or I'm going to pass......" And, he passed out. I actually thought for a moment that he was dead. Slouched over in his seat, unresponsive to my voice and touch. But, I decided I would keep driving and this may be normal. Luckily, after only a minute or two, before I got too nervous, he came to.
The first words he uttered were, "Lish, I think I pissed myself. I dreamt I was peeing." I looked at his pants and did not see any remnants of pants pissing. So I told him I thought he was mistaken. Until a minute or two later. I refrained my original opinion.
"Yea, I think I smell pee."
With another check of the pants, it was clear, Jeff had indeed pissed himself. Now, don't go getting all upset at me for writing about this; for ratting my husband out in a moment of weakness. He finds it hilarious. He is a very proud 30-year old pant pisser. And me, I love him all the more for this.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
We Have Arrived
I'm here, Jeff's here, Shea's here. We are all here; together!
My seven hour drive was certainly a long one. Scenery wise, not much changed. I saw the greenery of upstate New York. Wide open spaces. What did change often was the position poor Shea sat/laid in to try to get comfortable. He was unsuccessful. As my former fifth graders would say, it was a failure, an epic failure.
My seven hour drive was certainly a long one. Scenery wise, not much changed. I saw the greenery of upstate New York. Wide open spaces. What did change often was the position poor Shea sat/laid in to try to get comfortable. He was unsuccessful. As my former fifth graders would say, it was a failure, an epic failure.
Needless to say, the Big Guy did not get much sleep on the way. He tossed and turned most of the time. Rightfully so, he is passed out on the floor at this very moment.
After we arrived, we spent a very relaxed day together. The perfect day in preparation for Jeff's lasik eye surgery tomorrow! He is the guinea pig. We will be setting up my appointment tomorrow, assuming everything goes as planned! I pray it does or our lives will certainly be the blind leading the blind!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Stank
Tomorrow is the day! This madness ends. I will wake up, take Shea out for a good romp, and then head to Cleveland. A seven hour drive, which I am sure will feel like seven years!
In knowing that Shea and I will be with Jeff tomorrow, I wanted to be sure that Shea was looking, feeling, and smelling his best. Not to mention, he was smelling about his worst. That meant that while I went about my activities of the day, big Shea got a bath. It hasn't always been this way. Jeff and I use to tag team Shea and give him a bath ourselves until we decided it was quite ridiculous. We could just pay someone and relieve ourselves of the torture!
So, as I dropped Shea off, I felt as though I was doing him a huge favor. I was getting rid of his unbelievable stink! He must have been able to smell it and probably hated himself for it. This bath was the best thing for him! And me, as I have to drive in an enclosed space for 7 hours with him tomorrow!
One other time, I can think of Shea smelling so bad. In fact, he smelled worse. Much worse. We were walking along, at night time, and I was throwing the ball to him. The ball bounced up near some bushes and as Shea went to retrieve it, something caused him to run in the opposite direction of his beloved ball. In an instant I knew why. A damned skunk!
In knowing that Shea and I will be with Jeff tomorrow, I wanted to be sure that Shea was looking, feeling, and smelling his best. Not to mention, he was smelling about his worst. That meant that while I went about my activities of the day, big Shea got a bath. It hasn't always been this way. Jeff and I use to tag team Shea and give him a bath ourselves until we decided it was quite ridiculous. We could just pay someone and relieve ourselves of the torture!
So, as I dropped Shea off, I felt as though I was doing him a huge favor. I was getting rid of his unbelievable stink! He must have been able to smell it and probably hated himself for it. This bath was the best thing for him! And me, as I have to drive in an enclosed space for 7 hours with him tomorrow!
One other time, I can think of Shea smelling so bad. In fact, he smelled worse. Much worse. We were walking along, at night time, and I was throwing the ball to him. The ball bounced up near some bushes and as Shea went to retrieve it, something caused him to run in the opposite direction of his beloved ball. In an instant I knew why. A damned skunk!
The smell was so bad. Shea hated the awful smell just as much as I did. In fact, he was trying to run away from the smell. This led to him continually running in circles. Somehow the God awful smell was following him around. The poor boy just couldn't get away from his own stank. Thinking back to how Shea smelled this morning, I am surprised he was not trying to run away from his own stank.
Luckily, all is well now, even without a bath in hydrogen peroxide and dish soap (we did not use tomato juice as that just covers the smell). Tomorrow, seeing Shea will not only bring happiness to Jeff's eyes, but pleasantries to his nose! And me, I can't wait to see it!
Friday, June 25, 2010
$ for Finger Painting
I am not big on bragging. I didn't tell you that I got a lot of gifts from the end of the school year, well until now. I don't think it's really important. I think it's nice, but not important. What I do think is important is that collectively, out of all of the gifts I have gotten, I have accumulated over $200 to Dick's Sporting Goods!
This, I wanted to rub in Jeff's face. So, I did. Then I got his sob story. The whole year he's been out in Cleveland all by himself. All alone. No one to talk to, no dog to play with. Me on the other hand, had Shea, my family, my 25 youngsters to finger paint with. And somehow, by some stroke of ridiculousness, people give me gifts because they feel bad for me, and he gets nothing.
This, I wanted to rub in Jeff's face. So, I did. Then I got his sob story. The whole year he's been out in Cleveland all by himself. All alone. No one to talk to, no dog to play with. Me on the other hand, had Shea, my family, my 25 youngsters to finger paint with. And somehow, by some stroke of ridiculousness, people give me gifts because they feel bad for me, and he gets nothing.
I explained how I touch people's lives. That is important. That is why people get me things, not because they simply feel sorry for me. Plus, I'm slightly more likable.
Anyways, we all know, ok, maybe only I know, but I will be sharing my gift cards to Dick's with Jeff. Maybe not all 200 plus dollars (that's a lot), but I will share. So stop the sob stories already and pick out some good stuff to buy!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
From Under Where?
Today I was walking along, minding my business, when I heard someone mention that they were looking for fromunda cheese. Now, I'm not a huge cheese person, but I know a lot of different types. You've got your mozzarella, provolone, swiss, cheddar, munster, and so on. But never in my 27 years of life had I heard of fromunda cheese!
Curiosity about this fromunda cheese set in. I wonder what it looks like, what it tastes like. I wonder if I'd like it. Maybe this could be MY cheese! I mean, everyone needs a cheese. A go-to cheese.
Curiosity about this fromunda cheese set in. I wonder what it looks like, what it tastes like. I wonder if I'd like it. Maybe this could be MY cheese! I mean, everyone needs a cheese. A go-to cheese.
When I don't understand something, I shake my head in agreeance, and first chance I get, I google it! So, to solve the fromunda mystery I turned to my good friend: the internet! The place to go seemed to be the Urban Dictionary! Come to find out, I do not want fromunda cheese as MY cheese! No thank you! The fromunda cheese can stay under there, where it came from!
Anyways, I've decided my new hobby is going to be to study the Urban Dictionary. I think I could learn a lot. So could you, you Leeroy!
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