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What I’m learning

Today is a bad day. I didn’t sleep, because for some reason, the ankle was absolutely killing me all night – even through the painkillers! And it was unbearably hot in our bedroom, despite the AC blowing full blast. I’ve never been in a cast before, and I’ve never had ankle surgery before, so I don’t know if this is normal – my ankle’s last hurrah before giving in to healing – like “OK, bitch. I see you’re going to heal whether or not I want to, so I’m going to give you one last night of agony before I surrender” or what, but damn!

I also discovered I don’t like this cast. It’s itchy, and I’m having a hard time imagining what will happen when it’s removed next week. Showering is a pain in the ass, but at least we got me a little stool on which I sit while taking a shower. But I can’t help but wonder just how disgusting my leg is under the cast. It’s got to be dirty, and since I’m not shaving it, I’m wondering if I’ve basically started growing gorilla hair under that cast. Also, it’s gotta stink in there, right? All these thoughts are running through my head as I await the moment they cut away my cast next Thursday.

Will the cast guy pass out from the stench?

Will they have to wear MOPP gear just to remove it?

Will the doctor get this horrible look on his face, like “OMG! What the hell kind of petri dish of hellish bacteria has been growing in there?”

How much leg hair can possibly grow inside a cast in two weeks?

I’m not sure I want to know. I just know this sucks.

I was so bored the other day, I ran across “Batman Returns” – the one with Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman that inspired thousands of gay men’s Halloween costumes. I watched it in Spanish. I don’t know Spanish.

Last night I tried to watch the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games in Rio.

What. The. Fuck.

It made me remember why I haven’t watched the games in decades. Weird performance art. Prerequisite lecturing on global warming from a country that couldn’t even clean the sewage, dead animals, and body parts out of its waters before the Olympic Games, prompting a warning for athletes to keep their mouths closed when competing on Brazil’s beaches.

Plus, knowing how corrupt the IOC is, coupled with the doping scandals, I’m over the whole Olympic Games thing.

baryshnikovThis morning, after failing to fall back asleep, it for some reason occurred to me that I had never seen a single episode of Sex and the City. I have no idea why I felt like I needed to remedy this, but HBO had Season 6 available On Demand. I fell asleep somewhere during episode 2, and woke up during episode 12 with that Sarah Jessica Parker character kissing Mikhail Baryshnikov.

It was slightly surreal.

Baryshnikov was definitely on my list – you know, that list of celebrities you have in your head whom you would hit like the hammer of an angry god? Yeah, that one. The legendary Baryshnikov was on that one. Was.

But you know what? Nope. Nope. Nopity Nope! Something about seeing him make out with horse face was so unappealing, that I had to take a Zofran just to get over it.

So no more Sex and the City.

Special Victims Unit reruns and dog snuggles will have to do.

Some News

StonedSo, I haven’t been a whole lot of public about this, but blogging is going to slow down significantly in the next couple of weeks.

After a few years of stepping on a crack, turning my ankle, falling on my face, icing the sprain, hobbling around, wash, rinse, repeat, I’m finally getting my ankle fixed. The surgery is tomorrow. They’re basically going to tighten the ligament that holds my ankle together, since it apparently resembles an elastic from a pair of trousers that’s older than my dad, and no longer does what it’s supposed to do. I’m told I’ll be on crutches for about a month – just in time to travel to Ft. Sill for Danny’s Basic Training graduation next month.

What that also means is that at least for a couple of weeks, I’m not going to be in the mood to blog, and if I do blog, it will either be ragey or nonsensical. I’m a pain wuss, and I may be doing a whole lot of lying around on drugs. Of course, I’ll have more time on my hands after the initial few days where I’ll be stoned on all kinds of painkillers, but I imagine some pretty entertaining stuff will pop up on here every so often!

Try to enjoy it, and don’t expect it to make much sense. Leaving me alone with painkillers, a laptop, and a bunch of free time could spell disaster! It could also be funny… in a clown-in-a-woodchipper sort of way.

Don’t say you haven’t been warned.

In case y’all wondered what I look like…

It’s summer in DC. 


As horrible as 2015 was, this year is turning out pretty fantastic so far! The great news is that I’ve finally sold my house. It took more than a year and thousands of dollars worth of repairs to remedy the wreckage caused by the child molester Cooper and that shrew of a wife of his, but it’s over. Done. No more.

In November, the court decided that the Coopers owed me thousands of dollars in back rent and damages. They have ignored all attempts by my attorney to communicate with them and get them to pay the debt they owe, so now, it’s more court appearances to get them to pay. It’s a matter of justice now. They are lying, selfish, repugnant vermin, and even though they know they are responsible for the damages they caused, they refuse to be accountable and honorable. Nothing unexpected.

But that’s OK too. They will get theirs.

I’m finally free of this house. I’m no longer in the red every single month, and now it’s a matter of rebuilding.

With the money I got from the sale, I will at least be able to pay off some debts, and that’s already empowering! I will no longer be spending 80 percent of my income on housing, and we will even be able to put some money in savings each month!

No, I didn’t get rich off this sale. I made enough to pay off some debts and take a vacation, and you know what? I’m OK with this, because last year we couldn’t even afford that. So a vacation will be wonderful this year!

Rebuilding my savings will take a while, but that’s OK too, because I’ve got decades to do that!

l17a85b45-m0xd-w640_h480_q80So, goodbye house! You were a good one. As much as I hated you last year, it wasn’t your fault that you got destroyed by squatting, lying thieves. You were a good home to me and the kids and our dogs and cats. You kept us warm in the winter and cool in the summer. You saw the kids jump on the trampoline in the back yard, the Snowpocalypse of 2009-2010, a dogwood in the front yard, and colorful, quiet sunsets.

Thanks for the memories, house. Here’s hoping the new owners take care of you.

Here’s to a new chapter in all our lives!



We’ve come full circle

I’m sitting here with tears of pride and joy in my eyes.

sarah and meWhen Sarah enlisted in the Marine Corps after high school, I felt this incredible sense of delight and honor! This child, who grew into this proud, independent, strong, secure Marine from the tiny, scared, non-communicative little urchin we adopted when she was just five years old, followed in her parents’ footsteps and made the courageous decision to serve her adopted country – much like I did, and much like her father did.

She didn’t join for a lack of other options. She could have gone to college and partied on like many college students did. But she chose the hard route. She became a Marine, and the sense of absolute pride and exultation I felt was indescribable!

Fast forward a couple of years.

Daniel is now a college student in his second semester at UNC Charlotte. He has joined a fraternity. He’s quickly acclimated to college life, made friends, and learned how to study, write, and analyze and synthesize information. But he wanted more, and he wanted it now.

So today, my youngest child raised his hand and upheld the family tradition of military service. Daniel has enlisted in the Army. He’s the last one – the youngest one – the one who completes this circle his father and I created when we first started this family. He wanted to serve. His last Facebook post says it all.

I remember being a little boy and seeing my parents lace up their boots and walk out the door wearing the United States Army uniform, and thinking how badly I wanted to be just like them. Then I remember seeing my sister wearing the United States Marine Corps uniform for the first time and thinking how proud I am of her. Today, I leave to enlist in the Army and hopefully continue the family tradition of service. Never thought this day would come.

me and dannyDanny went to MEPS this morning and took the oath to serve his country. After taking the ASVAB and going through all the medical exams, he told me in a text message that the best part, other than swearing in, was when the doctor looked over his paperwork and said, “Congratulations, and thank you for serving this great nation!” He told me he almost cried, and that was the most beautiful thing he said today. It shows love, pride, character, and honor.

Yes, he will finish college. He will ship to basic training at Ft. Sill after he completes this semester. He will withdraw for one semester, and return next spring to continue his education, while serving in the Army Reserves.

My only regret is that I couldn’t be there, but there’s no end to my love. I’m beyond honored to be his mom. I’m beyond overjoyed. I’m beyond touched to have inspired this beautiful child and his sister to strive to be the best they can be.

I love you, Danny!

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