Is this month over yet?

I need November to be put in the history books. I declared it over weeks ago but Thanksgiving didn't get the message. Being me is a difficult thing to manage because most people either love what they already have or hate their life and want what they don't have. I am so happy for what I have and so bitchy about what I don't. hmmm

It has been a tough month physically and I still won't have answers for a few more weeks which has kept me in the house alot. I get myself to the point of being jealous of people who are out in the world even though I adore my family and the things around me also knowing that when I do go out I just end up wishing I was at home being comfy and enjoying my familiar crazy circle of family.

So today I decided to go out shopping for alittle bit. Just me. Some Nyn time to mingle among the 'Normals' for a bit. I was listening ( aka. eavesdropping) as I was looking at lotions and then I hear this man say to his wife "What is body butter?" and then she says " you put it on and lick it". OMG this is why I like my life because maybe if I was in another healthier body these are the morons that would be in my life. So while that idiot is at home licking chemicals off of her skin trying to get the taste of vanilla I am here listening to my normal people yelling for the Steelers and eating Creme brulee that MK made. Well it's my normal anyway.

Here's to December.... I may or may not leave the house.
Nyn

Scams...and why they work

My daughter Caity loves pigs, all things pigs. She has slept with her "Mr. Pig" stuffed animal since she was little. She collects pigs. Her screen saver is...pigs. I'm not sure why since we don't live on a farm and are not big animal people but she adores them.

She has always wanted one as a pet which would never happen in this house so I always assumed when I visit her as an adult I would have to be nice to a large pot bellied pig if I wanted through the door but I guess pig people have found a way to try to make this happen sooner.

Caity found out they now make designer micro pigs. They are called tea cup pigs and are now the rage (along with a rage price tag) and she has made it her mission to have one.

This brings me to the scam. A man from the "UK" emailed her and said he would send her one for "free" if she just paid him...shipping. OMG she was so excited thinking she had hit the perverbial jackpot! The emails were flying back and forth as I tried to explain to her that there was no pig and this man just wants her money. She said "but mom he even sent me pics". I am positive if not for her father and I a man in the UK would be six hundred dollars richer.

Scams work because people want to believe and I know of one 16yr. old who still believes and just thinks her mom is a wet blanket. I just hope while I am writing this that Caity isn't out getting a money order.

Oh and if you will just send me 600 dollars I will tell you how to stop a scam from happening to your daughter :)
Nyn

If it gets you through

I tend to surround myself with people who make light of horrible situations. We make fun of tragedies and can do that because we make fun of our own and if you haven't tried it, well, I assure you it works.

After I and my children had been hit broadside and nearly killed by a semi truck I really couldn't see myself ever laughing again and there was always somber people stopping by reminding me how bad things were and then one day alot of us were in the kitchen (with wheelchairs everywhere) and MK turned and said "How the hell could you not see a semi coming at you, I mean, it wasn't a motorcycle!" and right then it was funny I mean so funny except to the stick in the muds that had no funny bones in them. So from then on thats the way it has been with everything. It gets us through.

My best friend thought she had breast cancer a few years ago and was waiting for her results and crying when I finally said "Look will this mean that I have to get a bracelet and wear pink shirts every damn day beacause this is annoying me already". We laughed and thank God she didn't have it but did tell me if she did have it she was planning on sending me a shirt the next day. It got us through.

The past few months have been really hard emotionally on me and then finding the softball size abcess that was pushing on my kidney and making swallowing food feel like shards of glass had me standing on the ledge. Every day the BFF calls or texts with encouragement but the tears wouldn't stop and then I get a text fron her last night that I assumed was going to ask me how I was...no...it said...."Do you need a kidney? Are you just afraid to ask me? It is not a very good one. Kinda used but you can have it. Get back to me on that." and I laughed because I wasn't expecting the warped sense of humor at that moment. God I love these people. Thats how we get through.

I have been informed by many that my daughter has the same sense of humor, infact much worse. Has she been corrupted? Nope.....I will always know that she can get through anything.
Nyn
PS.. I have known the BFF since I was born and have seen how that kidney has been treated...she can keep it.

I swear it was a MIRACLE!!

After my last post on Anemia which was after my Hysterectomy you would think the medical Gods were done screwing with me but that would be to easy.
Apparently a huge abcess the size of a softball grew were my uterus used to be. I was in the hospital...which I am so over. They did horrible things to my body...which I am so over. Now I am home trying to get better...which my family is so over. But. that. is not what I am here to tell you about.

So I am sitting on the couch tonight trying to figure out again why the universe is out to get me as usual. Oh I should have told you before I started this that I am addicted to "Soft Lips". There isn't anything better and I have them everywhere so I don't have a breakdown. Anyway I look over at the end table and I bumped my Soft Lips tube and WATCHED it roll off onto the floor. Dilema. Big Dilema because trust me without the gory details that I can't bend over and pick it up so now I am faced with having to ask the 16yr. old to get it and she just likes messing with me or asking MK to do like the 2000th thing for me in 10 minutes.

I am not joking I stressed over this for about 15 minutes while pretending to watch tv. So then. Right when I was about to scream for Soft Lips help I glance at the end table and... THERE IT WAS! ON THE TABLE! I freak out and tell Mk and Caity that a miracle has been performed for me to which they reply that I can't remember what the hell I had for breakfast let alone when the Soft Lips tube fell. Whatever. I am now convinced that the tube of Soft Lips miracle was letting me know that I am completely cured and that when I go for my next cat scan this week it will all be revealed. Your with me right?

I was going to call the Pope but I am not Catholic so I am not sure if this counts plus I will wait until after my tests but I am worried that I won't be able to share this with the world because I heard Mk and Caity making plans of their own to make a few calls and...have me put in a quiet place for awhile so I'm not sure how this week will go. Damn 50/50.
Nyn