It has been forever since I have written. Things have been crazy busy so here goes:

Happy Birthday Lil Bro

My mom is certifiable.

Peanut is growing up so fast.

I love our new home.

The outside of the house looks great.

The roof is fixed.

Midnite is doing okay.

I am so not impressed with President Obama.

Tiny Angel
Tiny Angel rest your wings
sit with me for awhile.
How I long to hold your hand,
And see your tender smile.
Tiny Angel, look at me,
I want this image clear….
That I will forget your precious face
Is my biggest fear.
Tiny Angel can you tell me,
Why you have gone away?
You weren’t here for very long….
Why is it, you couldn’t stay?
Tiny Angel shook her head,
“These things I do not know….
But I do know that you love me,
And that I love you so”.

Author Unknown

So we are hoping to still close this Friday on the new house. There have been a few minor hang ups and now we are waiting on another appraisal on the home. This could or could not change things. We have to close by the 19th or the bank who owns the property starts charging us a daily fee. Sweet. The market has certainly changed. Slack and I have really good credit and we are not in debt up to our eyeballs (well, once we get the house that changes hahaha) and still we have struggled to get a decent loan. The good loans are out there it has just been significantly harder to secure one as opposed to 5 years ago. It has been really hard to not be able to decorate for Christmas and bake goodies. I know this is of our own making so I will not say anything more .

Slack’s uncle (Tito Rudy) passed away this weekend. He had cancer and he passed away peacefully at home. I am so sorry for his family and I am glad he had some extra time. Slack will be a pallbearer in his uncle’s funeral on the day we are supposed to close on the house and the same day as Peanut’s birthday.

We are thinking we will celebrate Peanut’s birthday the day after and move in some time after that. So many things up in the air right now. The lack of a clear plan is driving me totally insane. I am a planner and to just go with the flow tests me like nothing else.

It will all work out and it is what it is, yes?

We had better move into our house soon lest I start talking like Oprah about how much weight I have gained. Because, seriously, all I do here in this apartment is eat. Everything is at standstill and there ain’t much else to do. I will be like Oprah except without all the money, notoriety, personal chef and trainer. ::sigh::

On a more positive note I have taken the time to better organize a master shopping list for the household items that we purchase. I have had the list for well over a year now and it is great to print out and mark what I need on the list before heading out to the grocery store. I just tweaked it a bit to be of better use by listing like items together to make it easier in the grocery store. I also made a grocery list of items I buy each week that includes staples. I am hoping to use the list and only go to the grocery store, the dollar store, and WalMart once a week. I can dream, right? This should save our household money and me my sanity. I used to love going shopping and then, I had a kid . Lastly, I created a list of meals we eat with ingredients listed. Once a week I will plan a menu and purchase the ingredients for the meals along with my weekly staples. I am always in a conundrum of what to fix for dinner for myself whereas I, for some reason, always have a plan as to what I will fix the boys. This should fix that problem quite easily. The cool thing is when I put together the meals that I typically serve most can be tweaked to be made vegan or vegetarian. Yay! Here’s to hoping simplicity and more money in the pocketbook will be gained!

Poor Midnite. We just cannot seem to get him stable. Last week I took him to the vet to find out his blood sugar was in the 30’s…!! He showed no symptoms whatsoever but Jeez O’ Pete! At those levels he should have been comatose or at least not be able to stand up. He was playing with his baby (his mouse) all night long- trust me, he kept me up flinging that thing into the air Vet checked his levels 3 times just to make sure it was an accurate read. He had to get a glucose drip right away and we stopped insulin for a few days. A return trip to the vet a few days later showed his sugars were at 260ish. Vet wanted to keep him off the insulin to see if he could level out and possibly maybe not need anymore insulin as sometimes diabetes in cats can resolve on its own. Friday night he started vomiting and having loose stools (YAY thick pile carpet! And by yay I mean uggghhh..). I took him back to the vet this morning and his sugars are close to 400. So obviously he needs insulin. Vet thinks he has a urinary tract infection as there was quite a bit of blood in his urine and high sugars present too. I am supposed to give him antibiotics twice a day. Just thinking of the fun that will be! A whole dropperful twice a day hahahaha. Oy. Hopefully he will feel better soon so we can avoid the ride to the vet and the serious dent in our pocketbook. Double Oy. I feel worse for Midnite of course. Poor kitty. I just want him to be a kitten again with many years ahead of him. sigh.

There is so much to be unthankful for, spiteful of, and angry about. I get that. A lot of people are unhappy right now and for damn good reasons, too. I am not trying to slight that at all.

In the spirit of the season, I would like to focus on what I can be thankful and truly grateful for. I am so thankful for the family that surrounds me: real, adopted, or sneaked my way into . I am thankful for the bounty of food on Thanksgiving and it is the one meal of the year that being a vegetarian is sweet. Yay side dishes! I am thankful for the roof over my head. I am thankful for my freedom. These are the basics, of which I am thankful for. And really, when you boil it all down, isn’t that what really truly matters?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Things have been craziness here. We found tenants for our house within 2 days of posting it for rent (!!). I honestly thought it would take a month at least to find good ones or any ones at all. They want to be in by the 20th so this past weekend we moved out and into temporary housing. The week before I was trying to find a temporary place to live (which is harder than one would think) and busy packing like a mad woman trying to get everything ready. 4 bedroom house packed, moved, and stored in 5 days…yeah. I am absolutely exhausted. Yesterday I spent the day cleaning the rental, doing minor repairs, etc. The tenants should have the keys in hand by this weekend.

The really great news is the bank accepted our offer on the house we wanted. We should (fingers and toes crossed) close mid-December and be in our new place by Christmas. I am very excited but that is still a bit secondary to the whirlwind I felt I have been in the past week. This house we lived in last was the longest time I have spent in one residence my whole life. Military brat, divorced parents, disfunctional family. You do the math

I am ready and excited for change and I know this is a great step towards our future. I am tired and also certain I will never move again. It sucked. So bad. Must stop typing now my hands are shot

This is this.

Midnite went to the vet again today. His blood sugar was quite low (in the 60’s) so we are to decrease the amount of insulin he gets and do a recheck in a month. He seems to be okay, not acting drunk or anything from too little blood sugar so that is good. Poor thing.

We are in the midst of trying to find another home to buy while keeping our current one and using it as rental property. We have found a few we liked and put in an offer on one but lost that bid. Today we found another home and just put an offer in. It is in a great neighborhood with good schools. Bonus: it has a pool and fireplace, too . It is a bank owned property so we will prolly find out some time next week if we are the lucky ones or not. It would be a great investment and looks like it only needs minor repairs which include updating the appliances, ceiling fans, and carpet (like a burgundy right now…seriously!?).

Peanut and I went with his school yesterday to a farm and pumpkin patch. It was great as it was a sustainable organic farm. Even living here all of these years it is still very odd to me that in October it was 90+ degrees. Help me. Peanut had a tough time of it. He was covering his ears and screaming, “I quit! I quit! I quit!” because the noise level was too much. There was a baby fussing on the wagon ride to the patch and at lunch there were numerous people under one tent. You know, to stay out of the sun’s burning rays. Did I mention Help me?

One of Slack’s Titos is in the hospital on life support. He is there visiting family right now. I know it brings back harsh memories for him about his father. I feel bad that I cannot be there with him however I do not want Peanut to be exposed to the hospital for both the potentially physical reasons and obviously emotional ones that I do not think a 4-year-old should or could handle. I think we are going to dinner tonite at his other Titos house.

And that is that.

The Crystal Method is one of my all time fav dj/bands. Their albums are great and I especially love, Drive, the one they made for Nike that I listen to when working out. They have a great new remix of their very first single with Barrack Obama’s DNC speech. I think it is a great idea and it has rockin’ beats. I think it is a great way to get out the word to VOTE no matter who you choose.

Here is the link to the free download of the song:

http://www.thecrystalmethod.com/

My Peanut is a full fledged almost 5 year-old boy. No baby left in him at all and if you say there is he will simultaneously roll his eyes (I hate that!!) and do some kung fu move. He is all boy and ready to take on the world. He puts fake spiders in my shoes and laughs gleefully when I scream. Mr. Independant is all about doing everything by himself no matter how    l o n g    it takes. He thinks it would be and I quote, “So awesome if ants could shoot fire out their butts”.

Peanut is going to be a police officer for Halloween. Last year he was a fireman. Everyday heroes rock and I am going to enjoy probably the last Halloween that he will want to be something or someone that is not in a cartoon or a character that is advertised on underoos and gummy snacks.  

I am very sad that he is a baby no more. He will be my only baby that I get to raise since my uterus and surrounding organs are hostile and adoption eludes me for now. I am bitter that he did not have a normal babyhood and I did not have a normal pregnancy or early motherhood. I mourn that. A lot. I do not miss the reflux (Oh, the copious amounts of vomit and pain), the endless doctor and therapy appointments, and the mystery of the unknown effects of his way too early birth and him being so close to death. I do miss the closeness of holding him in my arms and snuggling his familiar scent knowing his sister was there too..somewhere.