Saturday, February 25, 2012

Solo triumph!

Solo colored solo today. As in by himself not on himself. Tickle-me-pink and Blue.

Birthday Reflection

I change my life everyday
Make decisions for me and my kids everyday
I have to choose what I do and how I spend my time
Where, with whom, and why
Surronding a firepit every self proclaimed great thinker of their time
10 minutes out of college, burdened by the mighty vastness of their own wisdom
Calling out judgements, harsh barking
Like angry animals
Clashing tusk to tusk, locked together in spiteful cohabitation
I'm sorry my sobriety makes you uncomfortable
My sobriety reflecting your decisions
Where, with whom, why and doing what
I'm not judging you but I see a chemical dependence
A belief that the toxins which remove your inhibitions also enable you to think more deeply, speak more freely
From what I can tell they remove your inhibitions for the better except that they also remove your sincerity
I'm not here to judge you, I'm here because it is where you are
I am here to love you, not to guide you
I'm sorry my sobriety makes you uncomfortable
Even when only I remember that there was promises made, words spoke, realizations dawned
I cannot protect you, only love you and be where you are
Meeting rash emotions with my own feelings
Meaning every word

I'm sorry my sobriety makes you uncomfortable.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Marley and on a seperate note Murphy.

Two Marley quotes:
Marley: Say Anna.
Me: Anna
Marley: Say Anna.
Me: Anna
Marley: Say Anna.
Me: Anna.
Marley: Ugh. Stop talking.

(I later realized that we were playing a game and my name was Sayanna. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!?!)

Marley: That pudding changed my life.

(It was Oreo pudding so it probably actually did change her life.)

I was putting Solomon to bed and when I came back down Bob gives me his "we have a problem" look and Murphy beside him stared at me so beseechingly it was awful. Murphy had all of a sudden started uncontrollably and violently shaking and puking huge amounts. This from the dog who got hit by a car and was fine and ate almost two pounds of gourmet delicious fudge and didn't even have a bowel disturbance. This also being the dog who had a brother die of an intestinal issue which made him shake and puke violently. So instant terror for Bob and I. So I go to find clothes and try to find an emergency vet (do emergencies ever happen during regular office hours?) I finally find one after some hard googling. I take him. The whole van ride he is having awful tremors and just wants to be in my lap. The vet thinks he ate something that poisoned him. Charcoal and fluids and we are currently on dog watch and praying.