well, hi!

So. I said I'd be better about posting on this blog thingy. LIAR! Geez.. Sorry. I guess I've been a wee bit busier than I thought. Anywhooooo- I'm trying to think of some exciting things to talk about with you folks. One tidbit worthy of mention is that I am going to try and cook my way through the Family Dinner cookbook. More on that later. For now, I leave you with my attempt at photography once again.
xoxo
c

today.

So I've blown the dust off this old blog and have decided to put a little more into it. I'll be turning 28 on the 28th of the month and, folks, doesn't that mean it's my golden year?? I say bring. it. on. I am feeling a tug from this universe that is the internet to add a little more input on a more regular basis. Whew. Ok, here I go! I'll begin with some pictures that I've taken lately.
wish me luck
-c

family

So, already I am a slacker. I have to admit that I have not been writing everyday. I think that part of this comes out of my desire to sit and write in a perfectly organized/decorated office with a lovely lamp and candle burning... Alas, I have a one-year-old and a two-year-old. That pretty much sums it up. But work has begun to clear my little space out in the utility room. Yes, I said utility room. Don't worry, it's a big space and I plan on hanging a big pretty curtain to separate myself from the washer and dryer. I'll post some before and after pics at some point. For now, feast your eyes on my family...



Shannon with Imagovita Photography took these amazing photos... For more on Shannon, go to imagovitaphotography.com

Three Blooms

So, for those of you (Hailey) that are still following my little blog, I want to say thank you. As I am about to turn 26, and feel really wierd about it for some reason, I feel I need to make a resolution-list. I know, it's August. Nevertheless...
*I would like to practice writing every day. Even if its just a Haiku. This one is pretty self-explanatory.
*I would like to read one book a month for the next year. I guess overall I feel like I need to submerse myself in words.
*I would like to start a garden and eat something out of it by my 27th birthday.
*I would like to stop using profane language. This one may be hard.
Ok, I think this is a good place to stop. I feel I will be able to actually accomplish these odd little tasks if I don't pile on too many all at once!
And for those of you that are concerned, here's a little plant update.
It's coming back to life.
But let me be clear, I say it's coming back to life but to the onlooker this thing still looks terrible. Except for the three big, beautiful blooms that all popped up within a week. My plant has never had more than one bloom on it at a time. And I've not seen a single bloom on my brother's plant since I confiscated it over two months ago. I don't quite know what to make of it except that it makes me smile and my heart soften.
And I'll leave it at that.
c

plant.

Something really terrible happened yesterday. Well, I discovered the terrible thing yesterday, although I'm pretty sure it happened the other day. Let me set it up... Almost two years ago, my dad passed away. If you need to know more on that, look at older posts. But on the day of his funeral I acquired a plant. We were at the cemetery in Hominy on that hot August day and Matt and I were about to leave. This old man, some relative that I didn't know, walked by with two big peace lilies in his hand. He handed me one and said "you know, you can take these home with you." For some reason, these were the most comforting words I heard that day. I immediately proceeded to pack two of the big, leafy plants into the back of my car.
There has been something about having these plants around that has offered me more consolation than almost any words of comfort I've heard since losing my dad. I gave one of the plants to my brother about a year ago as a housewarming gift. But without fail I've looked at that plant nearly everyday. The funny thing is it tends to bloom around mother's day and my birthday..
So, the other night I kept my brother's dog at my house. I had put the plant out back to soak up some rain the day before. I'm sure you can gather the rest.
As of right now, the plant has been reduced to one third of it's original size. When I looked out the back window and realized what had happened, it was like losing my dad all over again. I felt a physical force and the wind was sucked out of me. I don't know why this was such a powerful experience for me. I think it may say something about the grieving process, and how it is never really over. The plant has since been re-potted in plant food infused soil and a new, smaller container. I am praying hard that it will survive. I guess I feel like this is a link to my dad, however crazy that may sound. I would sit and look at this plant, envision it in a nursery or flower shop, sitting there waiting to be delivered to my family in order to offer condolences. It was alive when my dad was alive.
Needless to say I have been in a funk for the past few days. I've already told myself that if it doesn't bounce back that I will claim half of my brother's plant. Can you even do that? Hack a peace lily in two and sprout two healthy plants? I hope so. Keep your fingers crossed for my plant.
c

Tag, I'm It!

Ok folks, I'll admit that there are still a few things that I don't know about, especially in the world of technology and communication. I don't have an iphone and I haven't a clue what a Tweeter is. But I love my blog, and my friend's blogs. While browsing around the internet trying to get myself sleepy (why is it that insomnia has to make a comeback in my life just as my three month old starts sleeping through the night... that's what I call irony) when I found that I had been tagged on my lovely friend Hailey's blog. Of course I was flattered, but had no idea what this meant. Thankfully I am not so adept that I don't know how to use google. Looked it up, now I know. (For those of you like me- the idea is to share six little-known and possibly quirky facts about yourself- then "tag" other bloggers to do the same! Fun, huh?!) The only problem may be that I don't know a whole lot of fellow bloggers.. Will have to figure that one out later on.

Ok- Here goes!

1. I am currently a first-time Harry Potter reader... and loving it. When the whole Harry Potter thing started, I really resisted. Part of the issue was that, at the time, I was taking a lot of Lit classes and had a lot of reading to do anyway. But Harry finally got me. I am on book four and absolutely obsessed. I like to pretend that I am the fourth Hogwarts student in the little gang. I go there, I drink the butterbeer and I am currently helping Harry figure out how to complete his second challenge in the Triwizard Tournament. (I'm also 25 years old...)

2. This one is interactive. Ok, hold up your left hand, now bend your thumb. For some reason, when I do this, my pointer finger also automatically bends. I think there's some funky ligament connection or something. So I can only do the "number 1" sign with my right hand. Strange, I know.

3. I make my to-do lists while I'm in the shower. I write on the glass shower door with my finger, and for some reason my handwriting looks really great when I do this. I secretly wish it looked that way all the time.

4. Sometimes I feel a little bit like an old lady. I knit all the time and lately I have been doing a lot of crossword puzzles.

5. I have secretly been on the hunt for the perfect laundry smell. I've tried six or seven different kinds of detergent since Matt and I got married and I think I finally found it- Tide TotalCare in Refreshing Rain.. So perfect.

6. One of the biggest reasons that I can't wait to have a real job someday (and by real job, I mean using my degree and starting my career) is to have an excuse to get a really great wardrobe- dresses, pants, shoes, you name it- and have a cute little office. I know, sounds pretty lame. But after being pregnant for basically two years straight and wearing clothes that can be pooped, peed, and barfed on- it's time for some cashmere, baby!

Ok- now is the time that I would be tagging some people. But I am going to have to dig around a little bit and find some friends with blogs. Casey- I know you've got one so consider yourself tagged!

cheers!
cass

picadilly

I have a question. Why do we have to have such restaurants as the Picadilly in America? What is a Picadilly? Or, as Matt asks, What is a Dilly and why would he want to pick one? Let me tell you about my day...
First we went to a little church on the TU campus to watch a bell choir. Mark was playing the djembe with them. It was fantastic. Anyway, the grandmas all decided that we should continue our family togetherness and go on to lunch. And, being that they are from that generation, they decided that a "cafeteria" would be the best place so that they could accomodate us all. Ok, I haven't eaten in a cafeteria since I was in high school. And trust me, the food there was much better. But we did it, caravaned over to the place and got in line. I think the median age was about 72, but hey, why not. After moving through the line of jello and other assorted, easy to chew entrees and desserts, we sat down. This was an experience I hope not to duplicate any time soon. I feel like my stomache has a lead ball in it, and surely it will take at least four hours on the tredmill to run off the "Caro-nut pie" that Matt's beautiful white haired grandmother forced me to split with her. Just in case you don't know, caro syrup is a sugary concoction that people cook with. Consequently, if you put a little bit in a baby's bottle, it helps with constipation. Wonder what that's doing for me calorie wise.
c

it hurts

I'm sitting here at Shades of Brown, hurting. Van Morrison is playing over the radio, and every time I hear his voice, my thoughts go immediately to my dad. I miss him so much. I think one of the things that I miss the most is that I could talk to him about anything. This wasn't always the case, but toward the end of his life, probably about the last two yers that he was alive, it seemed like our communication got a lot better. Wish I could talk to him now...
Anyway, the reason that I am so hurt today is that some people in my life just don't understand me. I feel like I am not the same person that I was before I had two children (mentally, physically, literally). But it's the expectation that I get from some people in my life that I must be the same that really bothers me. There are just some things that I cannot live up to right now. I won't go into details, but I know that it is just going to take some time for things to get back to normal. My body is just different now. Here are just a few of the things that they don't tell you when you sign up for the whole preggo thing:
1. Your boobs will never be the same- Large, then really large and rock hard, then tiny. A better word would be deflated.
2. Your feet get bigger- no explanation needed.
3. Sex drive, what sex drive?- Passing a watermelon through a straw just doesn't really do justice to what actually happens. Straws don't have sex, or want to. And lately, neither do I.
4. Sleep, what sleep?- no explanation needed.
I love my babies, don't get me wrong. I just wish I had my medium-but-perky boobs, small feet, and 10 hour sleep nights back. Oh, to dream...
c

here we go

Ok folks, first of all it's been a long time since I've touched this dusty old blog. But with some new endeavors in mind, I have a new found desire to keep this thing going. As a mom of two, my body has changed drastically. Over the course of the past three years I have been pregnant twice with not much time in between. So, as my youngest is now two months old, I feel it's time to set serious weight loss goals. I feel like I want to say some "overall lifestyle change" goals, but that would not be the case. As of right now, I really would just like to lose the weight. But I know it's a lifestyle change that is going to make that happen. So, here's the goal. By May 1st 2009 I would like to have lost 30 pounds. I would also like to be able to run all the way around LaFortune Park (3.2 miles), and I would like for my BMI to be within a healthy range.
As of right now, I work out about three times a week at the YMCA. It's been so nice to drop the kids off in the nursery and go get some "me time". Monday, Wednesday and Friday I do a fifteen minute abs class (and this is an insane class, fifteen minutes may seem short but there are several times that I find myself looking up at the clock thinking, "is this over yet?"). Monday is a PowerPlay class (taught by the traditional, iconic woman in a sportsbra with a bandana on her head. Oh, and she wears a headset. I have this visual image of her doing steps and breathing really hard into the headset... quasi scary). Friday is Power Yoga. This is my favorite, and it garuantees that I will be sore all weekend. Other than that, I try and spend some time on the elliptical machine or treadmill, and I have a weightlifting sequence as well.
So, while it may sound like I know what I'm doing, I don't. The weight isn't really coming off yet. I know I need to really push myself, and I most likely need to add one more day per week. For now, I'll stick to three and see what I can do. My goal is to keep myself accountable by blogging everyday if possible. Also, I've learned that weighing in everyday tends to help. So, my starting weight for all to see is (drumroll....) 151.8lbs. My first little goal is to be below 150 by November first. We'll see....
c

We don't know yet.

So, Matt and I went to the specialist today. We knew that this would just be a consultation, but we did get a little more than we thought. Initially we parked in the wrong building, so we got a nice little tour of the St. John's medical buildings. When we did eventually find the place we were looking for, I was surprised by how huge it was. The Perinatal Clinic takes up the entire 8th floor of one of these medical buildings. I walked through the doors into a beautiful wonderfully decorated and perfectly lit waiting room. I checked in at the counter and filled out twenty minutes worth of paper work. Then we were escorted back to the room where we would be meeting the doctor. It was an ultrasound room surprisingly. I did not expect this and was pleasantly surprised to learn that we would get to see the baby again. We saw him/her at our first visit with Dr. Cox, but this was before we knew that there was a potential problem. So, baby pops up on the screen and all is well. Perfect heart rate and it even moved around a bit. Actually s/he moved a lot! I have to admit that this made me feel much better. Then Dr. Blake came in and the interrogation began. Not really, but there were a lot of questions being fired back and forth. Dr. Blake is a woman who may not immediately appear as a specialist in maternal-fetal hematology, and this helped me too. She is a shortish woman in her forties with a really comforting voice and a straight forward demeanor. So, here is what I know so far. Until 16 weeks of gestation, the baby is separated from any potentially harmful antibodies. This means that the baby is developing well right now, without any interruption from these tricky antibodies. The sixteen week point is sort of the turning point for all of this. At that point, I'll have another, more intense ultrasound to determine some factors. Basically they look at an artery in the baby's brain to determine the speed of the blood that is travelling through it. That will give us a level (I didn't really understand, but I think it's the level of the antibody in the baby's blood) to watch. If it's really low, we'll see her three weeks later for another. If it's higher, we'll see her a week later- and this is where the possible problems arise. Ok, more on that later- I've got to eat before I kill someone. MMMM Camille's... Keep praying for that low level at the next ultrasound!
ck

Some Rough News

Ok, I know that it's been a long time since I did this whole blog thing. But with a twelve month old and a full semester, you can understand. Also, you may have heard my news, but if not- Matt and I are expecting our second! I have to be honest and say that I wasn't really really excited at first. I had big plans for my year- graduation, grad school. Seldom do my plans for myself work out.. I'm still graduating in May, FINALLY! It seems like it took me forever, but I look at it this way- while most college graduates are single and live in apartments, I am a college graduate who has been married for almost three years, I own my own home and I have 1.2 children! That's refreshing..
Anyway, the real reason I cracked open this dusty blog page. I got a call from my doctor last week that caught me off guard. Aparently my blood type and Matt's are incompatible. To make a long story short, this pregnancy will probably be much different than the last. I have to go to a specialist at about 16 weeks for an in-depth ultrasound. So, I will be seeing a specialist and my regular OB during this pregnancy. It seems that there are some serious possibilities. The worst case scenario is that we may have to do what they call intraunterine blood transfusions. Google "RH sensitization" if you want to know more. So, it seems that lately it's been blow after blow taking me down. But I will tell you this, looking at my sweet Ava has never meant so much. Please be praying for me, for this baby and for the safety of this pregnancy. I intend on posting more as soon as I know what is really going on. Next stop- doctor's visit on March 5th for another ultrasound. I will let you know how it goes....
c

Another List

I know that it seems like this blog is full of melodrama. Sorry, but lately I've had a bit too much of it in my life. John Mayer sings about a "quarter life crisis" in one of his songs. I think I may be experiencing some of the symptoms. I don't really know how to explain what exactly it is that is going on in my head, but it just feels like something is bugging me all the time. I need to pinpoint that and dig until I find the root. It is a large mix of things that keeps picking at me, grief, cynisism, emotions, forgetfulness, stress, feelings of being constantly overwhelmed- this "to-do list" in my mind, and on my fridge, never ends. Well, now there is one in my heart. I need something new, something fresh to rekindle some of the trueness in life. Something to begin to bring back the "me" that I feel is missing. I think only then will I feel 100% satisfied with my life, my marriage, my parenting skills, my career choices, school, etc. But the question is where do I get that and how. I know in my head that it comes from a deeper relationship with the Lord. One that I feel is almost nonextistant right now. I don't know why, it's just one of the things that gets pushed back because of "too much to do". I'm going to Colorado in a couple of weeks. I know that for some reason the mountains tend to have the same effect on me as they do on Matt. They refresh, they demand your attention, they offer something peaceful to look at. Plus, it's a vacation. This will give me time to just sit. Wow, sitting is something I really look forward to. But sitting in a coffeeshop with my journal is more than I could ask for right now. And I'm getting it, soon. I guess my prayer for the coming year is that God would reopen my hardening heart and bring forth some perspective. I've never really believed in New Years Resolutions, I've always been the "you should just do that all the time" kind of girl. But perhaps I should indulge and make myself a little list...
* Pray more, or, just pray at all- this is definitely something that I am not spending enough time doing. I don't know why, but there are things in my life that desparately need prayer- my marriage, Ava, school, future choices, etc.
* Spend more time, more valuable time, with my husband. That is pretty self-explanatory.
* Find the deep joy- I've always heard ,hrough the Christian circles,about this "deep and lasting joy" that we are supposed to experience. What is it? Where is the root? How do I get it? Sounds like a whole other blog opportunity- "Searching for Joy"
* Clean out my car- Ok, not the most important, soul affecting resolution, but my car is down right nasty.
* Read the Bible more- I think that this one will help with resolutions 1 and 3...

I'm not going to give myself any more, as I really think that this is a ton for me to work on. What I am hoping is that they all sort of overlap and help eachother. Even cleaning out my car. I really think that may be the first step to the Deep Joy thing...

That's all for now.
C

irvington

A word of advice.. never drive through your old neighborhood when you are sad. I made that mistake last night, and I could barely see to drive through all the tears and snot that welled up instantly on my face. My childhood home, elementary shool and high school are all in a 1/2 mile radius. Just being in that part of town brings back the most intense memories. It's not even like a memory, it's like stepping back in time and living my former life. But nothing is the same now, that house is empty, all my teachers are gone...
c

Happy Birthday Dad

Well, today is one of those days that sort of sneaks up on you after you lose someone. Although I have thought about it a lot, I didn't really know what to expect to feel on my dad's first birthday after being gone. He would have been 51 today. We're going to drive out to the cemetery later today. Unfortunately we don't even have a marker yet. What do you put on a man's grave? Flowers? Last year I gave my dad a one pound bag of peanut m&m's. His favorite. Maybe I should buy a bag and sprinkle some of those on the ground instead. Mmmm, possibly too irreverent, but dad would laugh his ass off. Something good though, I bought my plane ticket to San Francisco last night. It's official. I'll be there from the 3rd to the 9th and I am MORE than excited. For some reason, it's one place that I have always, always wanted to go. It was possibly all of that flying around with YWAM, but I have really grown to love being in an airport. Especially by myself.
That's all for now.
c

sorry, no funny title ideas

Well, here I sit at Shades, sipping a latte with a hint of almond out of a really great pottery mug. Alone. And I wanted it that way. What is it about retreating from life sometimes that is necessary and just plain feels good. Lately I've wanted much more of this time than I am actually getting. But, life with a six month old rarely allows for it. She's worth it though. So, let's see- where am I in the grieving process? I don't know. I don't even know what all of the steps are. Guilt, anger, bargaining, denial, resolution or acceptance? How about depression and blank-mindedness. Ok, I know, I sound like a cliff jumper. It's really not that bad. It's just that I know that there are some steps that are supposed to be naturally occuring, and I don't feel them. Maybe this whole thing isn't supposed to have a real order to it. But because of the organized person that I am, I would much rather have some kind of schedule or something. Ok, week three- "bargaining": Begin this week by focusing all of your attention on trying to bargain with God. Say things like, "Oh God, if you would just give him/her back, I'll do anything you want"... Sounds a bit odd to me. I guess I'll just continue to fumble through this thing and hope that I reach the other side someday. Although, as long as August 7th extists I don't think I'll really ever make it there...
c

bittersweet

I've lately decided that my least favorite emotion is bittersweet. Unless it's chocolate, I don't want it. Bittersweet means that it should be good, but there is an element of sadness thrown in. Something is missing. Someone is missing. Usually this emotion hits at times of should-be elation, pulling it down a couple of notches. As a bride, I was thrilled to be slipping on my dress and walking down the aisle. But Danette wasn't there, and everytime I remembered it the smile fell away from my face. My dad is gone, but birthdays happen anyway.. I relate the feeling of bittersweet to the morning after losing someone you love. There is a forgetfulness in the morning, wich is sometimes a blessing. But the light of day following the loss is different. That realization hits you after sitting up and stretching your arms above your head. All you want to do is go back to sleep. A fresh day tarnished from the beginning. That is bittersweet.
Sorry to be a downer. I did get a camera for my birthday...

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.... Sophocles

This thing that had happened is fresh, perplexing, unnerving, and permanent. I have lost my dad. The actual time and date was August 7, 2007 at 10:35 pm. I was laying in bed, unable to sleep because I was unable to shut off my mind, and my phone rand. As soon as I saw who was calling, I handed the phone to Matt. I already knew what she had to say. It was my step mom and my dad was gone. She said that he just stopped breathing, as if he fell asleep. I cannot describe to you the feelings that followed. But I'll try. Relief. Disbelief. Anger. Fear. Sadness. Guilt. Silence. We got out of bed, put on our clothes and headed over to the Clare House. For any of you who haven't heard me talk about this place, you need to check it out. If ever there was a worthy cause, this is it. www.Clarehouse.org. The three days following were a total blur. Planning a funeral is similar to planning a wedding. Minus the joy, excitement, smiling, and lookng forward to a vacation. It's basically all of the details crammed into three days with grief and anger instead of happiness. Over all it's exhausting.
Something that I haven't quite wrapped my head around yet is that I saw my dad not breathing. There's something funny about seeing someone that you love as a, well, corpse. The mind has a way of compensating for their lack of breathing, and the eyes play tricks on you. So, while I was sitting there looking at my dad, he still looked like he had when I had seen him the day before. Peaceful, sleeping. Only he was also oddly vacant. Dad wasn't really in there. And I think that's the reason that people never look quite the same dead as they do alive. After they embalmed dad and got him ready, we started the viewing the following morning. The first thing I thought was, that's not dad. And it wasn't. I'm sure he was experiencing something sublime as I was at the height of my grief. If I envision it, I see him in heaven as someone young again, around the age of thirty. Let me just tell you, if you weren't at the service, or haven't seen pictures of my dad around that time- he was devestatingly good looking. Could've been a movie star. I'm too tired to say more at the moment, but here is what I said when I spoke at the funeral.

I honestly don’t know where to begin. Throughout my life, dad has been a strong force and sometimes a force to be reckoned with. I will walk away from today with more memories and life skills than I could have ever dreamed of receiving in my short 23 years with dad. One of the very first things that dad taught me was how to love coffee. One of my earliest memories is of getting dad a refill on Saturday morning. He loved to stay in bed and read the paper, and it was my job (with mom’s help) to fetch him more of that wonderful drink. Later in my life we would meet at a coffee shop down the street from my house and talk over steaming mugs.
There are many things that many people loved about Bill Newport, and these things are what have taught me some of my greatest life lessons. We all know that dad had a sort of charisma that could light up a room. I’m sure that as soon as he walked into a place people either knew him or believed that they did. It seemed that he left a lasting mark on anyone he came into contact with. Something that I loved about dad was his amazingly convincing manner. Dad could really sell anything to anyone. But it didn’t really feel like he was pitching something to you. It was as if you just sat down with him and the two of you came up with a really great idea together. And then the sale was done, and you walked away feeling like you just made a new friend. This was how dad taught me charisma.
Dad was also an avid electronic lover. Anyone who has ever been to our house has either heard the surround sound or witnessed the tweaking process. What sounded like the same noise over and over to others sounded distinctly different to dad. He always had his ears perked, listening for that perfect balance. This was how dad taught me the importance of the subtle things in life.
When I was in the second grade, I had a bit of a problem staying quiet during class. Although I don’t remember, they say I was a bit too social and talked too much at times when I should have been quiet. Needless to say, it got to a point that some punishment was required. Dad came up with something that was grueling and not quickly completed. He made me write a thousand sentences. Over Christmas break. If I remember correctly, it took me two full weeks to finish. This was how dad taught me to know when to be quiet.
My whole life I watched dad coach countless boys on the mat. I remember spending every weekend, and some weeknights, from October to March in a wrestling room or gymnasium. I saw dad coach all weekend long, from early in the morning to late at night. I saw him stay late on Fridays with the boys who didn’t make weight, encouraging them while they ran laps around the gym. I saw him celebrate the victories and pat the backs of those who didn’t win. I saw him give his all to the sport year after year after year. This was how dad taught me passion.
Over the past couple of years, dad entered a deeply reflective time in his life. Occasionally he would call me to apologize about something he thought had hurt me. Even incidences from years ago came into his mind, and there he would be, tearful on the other end of the phone saying he was sorry for whatever it was he thought he had done. This was how dad taught me humility.
Towards the end of his life, dad was in an immense amount of pain. I won’t go into detail, but just know that to know he is not hurting anymore is one of the most relieving things that will ever happen to me. But somehow, through it all, dad managed to keep his wonderful sense of humor. Despite what he was facing, and all of the pain he felt every day he managed to make us laugh. This is how dad taught me spirit. Bill Newport was many things to many people. A friend, a husband, a coach, a brother, a husband, a son, a co-worker, a husband. To me, he was one of the best teachers I have ever had. Walk away from today knowing that dad loved you, and always remember the things that he taught you.

..cwn..

Ok, I'll try to do this without sounding morbid, pity-seeking, or otherwise distraught. After a recent trip to the hospital, my dad is now in the care of a hospice-like setup called the Clarehouse. He is non-responsive and fading fast. In 1999 he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. After about two years of treatment he went into remission. Last January his cancer returned. He was ok until about six weeks ago, when he went into the hospital the first time. He had pneumonia and we discovered that the cancer had spread to his arms, legs, and spinal cord. He began feeling a little better and returned home. Three weeks ago he went back into the hospital with intense migraines and nausea. It was then that we found out that the cancer was now in his skull, and he had swelling of the brain caused by something in his spinal fluid and the covering over his brain. Where things are now is that he most likely won't wake up again.
So, obviously a few things are going through my mind at a time like this...
I am understanding that there are some things that I will never get to do with my dad again. And, because I like lists for their therapeudic stress-releiving properties, they are as follows:
-swim (dad would sunburn so bad it made him ill, literally. He threw up from it)
-go see a movie (which dad loved doing, even in the middle of a work day. It pays to own your own business!)
-go to the lake (which was our summer activity for my whole childhood)
-drink coffee (my love for coffee, I believe, was hereditery. My earliest memories are helping my mom get my dad another cup of coffee)
-ski (the family's winter vacation of choice)
-have philosophical debates
-talk about anything literary or english related (we're both English majors, one of his favorite authors was C. S. Lewis. He wrote poetry up to about a month ago)
-watch movies at home, in the surround sound (any of you who know my dad will probably have many memories of him back behind the entertainment center with his glasses on and a flashlight in hand, fidgeting with the surround sound...)
-shoot pool (I've only ever beat him once.)
the list goes on....

c

i heart lists

My closest friends will know that I love making lists. I do it all the time. Well, I've been thinking lately about life; how short it is, how fast it flies by. I decided it's time to get serious about a list of things I want to do before I die. I know, sounds morbid. But I hope that it will be empowering. I don't think I'll set a number, and I may not get them all down today. But I'll add as I think of things:
-write a book
-have more kids
-own horses
-visit all the places I desire (that's another list by itself)
-skydive
-snorkel
-scuba dive
-get my tattoo removed
-get in shape
-build a house
-audition for a movie part
-read the Bible front to back
-trace my ancestry and visit where my family began
-have (and not kill) a beautiful garden
-renew my vows

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...sigh...

I'm at school two hours early. Reason being that I am supposed to be reading yet another fascinating Fantasy Literature novel. Now, I know that the only thing here at school that could possibly keep me from doing so was the computer lab. And that's exactly where I am right now. I only feel half bad about it because I hardly ever get a)time to myself, b)time alone on the computer, c)perfect peace and quiet and, d)did I mention time to myself? So, I choose to indulge for a few mintues before diving back into the world of Terry Pratchett. He's not so bad, really. I just think it's funny that his "about the author" in the back of the book states that he is "one of the most popular living authors in the world." Hmmmm. Why hadn't I ever heard of him before two months ago? I do read, people. I guess I must prefer dead authors over prideful living ones.
Oh well, off to read.
sigh
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