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Friday, November 23, 2012

and the linens didn't even match.

 Heather and Ian helped set up the spread quickly,
 'cause Heather was starving and about to rip my head off.

 Michael B.
 Cetti Cherniak
 Cetti, Michael and Shaun Wilson
 Ken (standing), Charlie Poole, Cetti, Shaun
 Jerry, Ian
 Ian and Heather
 Michael and Ken
 Maryll Jones sang some original songs. Ken DJed some dance tunes.
 Michael
 Cetti
 Shaun
 Stephanie McGee came after she got off work.

One of the best Thanksgiving dinners ever. I set out determined to not stress out. We ended up with 10 dining, buffet style in the driveway! The weather was too beautiful to stay in a stuffy house.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Ahhhh!!!!

An exchange between my BIL Bryce  and my 3yr old Grant.

Uncle Bryce: Grant, you're cute.
Grant: No. I awesome!
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    Names altered to protect the dumb ass. I want to shout in caps "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"  But I refrained. Aren't you proud of me?

Saturday, November 3, 2012

I haven't got time for the pain.

People say that humans can't remember pain. It's probably mostly true, or no woman would ever have more than one child! Lately however, I feel like I do remember some pain and it is frightening me. A few weeks ago I sliced a finger on the edge of a tin can lid, doing something stupidly, but that's life. last week I nicked my thumb while slicing onions. I remember exactly how both of those felt, and I can see the events in my mind's eye and they keep playing over and over and.. you get the idea. I am getting scared of opening cans and slicing things. So far I haven't let it stop me from cooking or doing anything that I would usually do, but it is getting close. Neither of the cuts was even serious, not a lot of blood, no stitches, not even a visit to the ER. I don't know how to make myself stop thinking about them.

Similarly, I've had issues walking because I am afraid of falling or twisting my ankle. I think this comes from me thinking that my past two years of feeling crappier than usual are related to the physical and emotional energy I leaked after I sprained my ankles and broke my knee. I'm really frustrated that I am feeling good, but I am having this mental block to doing the movement I want and need to be doing to increase my health even more.

In better news I am having a cooking day with soup for a friend fighting cancer and some "Vampire cupcakes" that will ooze fake blood - I hope.