Things I've Learned In the Last 24 Hours...
- My younger bro is officially a Daddy, with the birth of his first child.
- Baby goes for heart surgery anytime, must be in his first 24 hrs.
- It sucks being across country, and of no use to them at all.
- I can, by using my good arm and forcing my bad up, get a partial dislocation back in.
- The manouver, however, ended up in me vomiting in my kitchen sink.
- A housecoat belt, tied in a slip knot, can work as a weird sling to try and keep the shoulder in place.
There's a lot more thats happened since I last posted, and my apologies for my absence. I promise a fuller update soon, but I'm feeling like I'm going to be sick again, so it'll have to wait.
My sincere thanks to those who have stuck with following the blog despite my lack of entries.
I have Christmas music blaring at top volume from my cruddy puter speakers.
I've successfully corrupted my kids. I'm not talking the usual good stuff either, folks. Sure, we've got TSO blaring, some Anne Murray (I'm Canadian, k?) Brad Paisley, Vince Gill...but how many listen to "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus' done by Twisted Sister? (Video for Come O Ye Faithful by the same, hilarious)
Years from now, just as I listen to the Christmas songs by artists my mother blared forth, Diva, Tazzie and Princess will be hunting for Twisted Sister.
My work here is done.*grin*
I like our cat, as far as cats go. He's huge, runs our small pony/dog and is generally friendly, although absolutely Wolf's pet. Probably cause Wolf does the feeding/litter issues. And I'm good w/that.
Is it wrong then, that the 1 time (we know of) that Jack the Cat caught a mouse...Wolf's indignation that his cat a) didn't eat the darned thing and b) left it in his clean laundry basket, btwn a pair of socks...
I laughed til I cried. Where Wolf couldn't hear me, of course. Diva wasn't that controlled, and laughed in front of Daddy, and was treated to a chorus of, "That's not funny! My socks stink now!" which only fuelled my hurry to leave...like, jet propelled. Upstairs, behind a door, face in a pillow, shrieking with laughter.
And I'm still snickering.
Oh, and a note...on my tag labels, 'humour' and 'husband' are one word apart. Coincidence? I'm thinking not so much...*runs*
Ever have a day when God's love for you was so apparent, so vivid, so overwhelmingly *there* that it left you feeling so filled with light, hope, peace, love?
I'm having that day. I've never before experienced it.
Let me share with you what has happened today. Its incredible.
First, I haven't slept. Not unusual in my life.
However, at 3am, I turned on the tv. It was left on where Diva watched the Cosby Show before bed...a Christian channel. It had a show on...and brought back my most difficult time in my life, when I left my parents abusive home.
You see, a gf of mine's Dad worked for that show at the time. When she found out I'd left home due to the abuse, she turned to her parents and asked them to take me in.
They did. No hesitation. No questions. No doubt from them at all that what I said was real and true.
My mother showed up at their door, screaming and ranting and raving, spewing venom and hatred and threats.
There was no doubt in my mind that my dad was capable of showing up and assaulting my gf's Dad.
They put themselves, their dd, and their younger ds in that jeopardy for me. Me, the child who had been taught from the age of 5 to answer the question, "Who are you?" with, "Nobody. I'm nothing." and believed it with all my heart and soul.
They protected me from my mother at the door. They agreed with the police to provide me with a safe place until CPS decided what to do. CPS didn't want me...I would be turning 16 that summer (this all happened New Year's Eve, my leaving).
They fought CPS to take me in, to do something to protect me.
Anyways...seeing this show brought all that back. And I was compelled to find these parents again. Over 20 yrs later, I *needed* to find them, thank them, tell them how incredible and grateful and amazed I was and am for what they did. They were the first to show me I had worth. I was worth protecting. An impossible concept for me to grasp then.
So, I searched. Immediately, I hit on a listing that I *knew* would be them. I waited until a decent time (7am for me, 9am for them) to call, and did.
It was indeed her Dad that answered the phone. He immediately knew who I was when I told him my name.
I spent almost 2 hrs talking with him. He'd never forgotten me, had prayed for me, worried for me, shared my story with many families over the years, and hoped to hear that I was ok one day. We both cried, he prayed for me and said things that my soul so needed to hear, to the point that I was doing the whole snotty nose, tear dripping, chest heaving sobs.
I've felt so incredibly blessed since then. So enlightened, loved, clean. Worthy, in a way that I've never ever experienced.
I've been blessed today in a way I never could have imagined. Over 20 yrs late in coming, my contacting him, was an incredible blessing for us both.
I just wanted to share this incredible feeling. God is so good. I know He loves me in a part of my heart that was so dark and scared and scarred before that I couldn't embrace or accept it before.
Thank you, God. Thank you.
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