Ain't gonna lie, this past week and a half was rough, dude! My kidney got sick again and I was reminded of how vital a renal system is to our well-being. I got some good meds and I started feeling better after about four days. But dude...a sick kidney is no joke! Everyone needs to drink plenty of water every day and eat good food like fresh veggies and fruit from the Farmer's Market. Also, exercise! One day we'll be too old to run around (I kinda feel like that now from inactivity) and too old to play ball with our kids and too old to chug water and just too dern old to do anything but say 'I woulda coulda...'
So take care of yourself. You and your family will thank you now and forever.
I was able to really start enjoying myself later this week once I got my swagger back. Pinterest kept the good ideas flowing and friends made me laugh and smile all the way into Saturday evening. I got to participate in a nifty photo project with a local photographer, Carl Tyler, centered around body art. We took photos in Marsh Woodwinds, a local shop that hosts live bands and lots of jazz. The guys there were really friendly and supportive of our project, giving us free reign upstairs, downstairs, as well as in the back where they repair all kinds of instruments. There was a wall of saxophones that just drove me nuts (in a good way). I was super nervous and still feel unsure about the final product but hopefully he got something he can work with after three hours. Whew. I was super proud of my husband for being so supportive and being able to razzle dazzle Mr. Tyler with his guitar skills! He needs his own photo shoot, the rock star!
This week we celebrated Veteran's Day, people. My husband spent six years in the Navy. His dad is a lifer, about to enter the arena at the Pentagon (I hope that's not classified or something?!). His brother is currently stationed in Norfolk, Va. My grandfather and great-grandfather were also seamen for many, many years. I cannot even properly recall all the friends and friends of friends and distant relatives that are serving or also have many friends and loved ones serving in the military for the United States of America. That's a lot of people, people. They go because they don't know what else to do after high school, or they come from a family of servicemen, or they have national pride out the wazoo...but I don't really care why they join. I don't care if they were jerks in high school or if they are still a jerk. When they signed that paper they knew that they could possibly die and it would in the name of our freedom. I guess maybe I could do the same...?...but I sure am glad I don't have to...
~Thank You~
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| Freedom to gather under pretty lights and eat yummy food. Lots of it. |
And to top it all off we were able to gather with friends tonight in the crisp autumn evening to enjoy delicious bowls of warm and cozy concoctions and roast marshmallows while mommies diverted crazy suicidal toddlers from the huge fire cage basket thingy. And the moon looked cool, too. Just as we were leaving to tuck our little Boogie into bed, he waved at our host and said, "Bye-eeee" for the very first time. Just like me.
Freedom to be goofy with your child in the safety of your home with your husband in PJs made in the US.
And to teach him to smile. Just like you.
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