A Forth of July Wedding

Mr.T's brother just got married.

Mr. T and the lucky groom.


A very happy man.


A lovely flower girl that LOVED to pose for the camera.


Mr.T's sister.


Mr.T's sister again.


The lovely bride and her prideful father.


A lovely and very happy bride.

Silence

I've been silent for too long.

I know this.

When one is silent, what is really going on?

I assure you I haven't forgotten.

I assure you I think about you often.

I've quit other things so I believe I'm can fit this in again.

I do miss all of you.

Especially reading about your misadventures in this glorious life.

Have a wonderful 4th all.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr, I have a wedding to go to tonight but I would rather go to the family party that will happen without me.

Perspective

I've been off-center for several days now.

My heart was heavy.

Like I lost a good friend.

On the verge of tears, my eyes filled with salty water until they leaked at the corners only a few times.

Then I took these wonderful pictures of my lovelies and all is right with the world again. There is a smile in my heart, love fills my entire being.

They enjoyed modeling the new hats I bought for them; WildChild has an iCarly hat and my ShowStopper is stunning in her Jonas Brothers hat (JB for short). I also bought them a tees, Wizards of Waverly Place and an iCarly and two Wizards of Waverly Place purses. They were styling today at church.
















I am entirely filled to the brim.

HAPPPPPPY BRFTHDAY!

My ShowStopper is 8 today, she was born at 3:27am.

The thing she is most happy about on her 8th birthday, is that it brings her that much closer to being a pre-teen.

God, help me.

Please please someone save me from teenage girlys!

(I will take a picture today ... forgot this am? bad mommy. bad)



This cake was DELECTABLE, although I didn't partake (MUCH). I'm trying to loose some poundage before the big disney trip. So anyways, she wanted (insisted) on chocolate cake, chocolate icing so I went to Whole Foods and picked up a Chocolate Delight which consists of chocolate cake, chocolate mousse filling topped with vanilla buttercream icing then topped with a chocolate ganache ... oh it was yummy (the itty bitty teeny tiny sliver I had of it).


She is my tomboy...sorta.


She was playing hockey with the boys while the girly girls were playing with dolls; then we all took a dip in the pool.


All of the neighbor kids came over and went into the pool for about an hour or so - there was about 10 or so kids in the pool.

As she went to bed my ShowStopper hugged and kissed me for a perfect day, she said it was the best day she ever had.

She is so precious and wonderful.

I love you ShowStopper.

Sweetest Agony

It probably isn't much of a surprise to you but my WildChild is a constant source of suffering for me.

She is a wonderful precious dainty sweet loving gorgeous little girl that is all the more stubborn. She is more stubborn than she is beautiful. It is the truth. It is what makes me worry and cry and stress most of all.

These last few weeks, since the end of school we have been crazy insane busy. Running here, there and everywhere. Busy. Busy. Busy. I love spending time with my girlys.

I know I don't talk much about my ShowStopper and it is not because I don't think about her, it is because I do not worry about her. Oh, I still worry when she is hurt or sick or when her mind is not at ease but things things do not happen to her very often. She is a strong minded, smart, hardworking, caring, loving, compassionate girl. Her mind is as strong as her heart, she does what she is told to do without much problem. She accepts her punishment and she is apologetic if/when she does something she is not supposed to do; she is an easy child to love and shower with kisses.

My WildChild ... well ... she is polar opposites to her sister. She is sick or bruised more often. She is clumsy and falls walking up steps. She is stubborn as a mule and impassable at times; she doesn't do what she is told to do most times and she doesn't accept her punishment EVER. She is bright, so bright that she believes herself to know what is best for her and doesn't believe she needs her parents to guide her in any way.

But there is a deep suffering side to her. She hides from pain. She struggles in her own mind, she suffers alone. She holds things inside, until it gets to be too much and explodes with anger, fear, worry and tears. She breaks my heart constantly.

This summer has been a difficult one for us so far. My WildChild has a significant bruise on her arm and leg from a scooter accident; her arm will scar; her arm was infected. It is still very nasty to look upon and the arm bruise still is quite sensitive and sometimes cracks open and starts to bleed again. Then yesterday blisters appeared on her hand. I thought she had a steam burn from something in the microwave but that was not the problem. For as I worked yesterday more and more blisters appeared and a few grew on the ShowStopper. It is something poison, ivy, sumac, oak ... take your pick for I'm not sure. My little WildChild has several very large blisters on her left hand. SEVERAL ... LARGE ... water filled BLISTERS. There is also a very large blister above her right eye and some scratches on her forehead. She screams and cries and yells at us when we attempt to medicate the blisters. Twice yesterday I had to physically restrain her so I could medicate her. I had to force anti-histamine down her throat she was in such a panic.

It is exhausting work.

I practically fell to my bed in a state of pure exhaustion.

She is my sensitive, clumsy, needy one. She is my heartache and my sadness. She is also my joy, she understands me like no one else ever could. She is my snuggle bunny. If I am sitting down chances are that my WildChild will fall into my lap for attention and kisses.

When she is in pain, it hurts me to be away from her, yet she is suffering and I am at work.

Tornado Strikes in the Burgh

You all know that I'm kinda stressing.

Yeah, I'm still doing that.

It is in my very nature to worry. Worry exists in every cell of my body. There is no escaping it. I worry about things I cannot control because I can not control them. I'm doomed. I know it.

When I'm stressing, I become the biggest tornado the world has ever known.

I first came to this realization in college. I began to notice my behavior became erratic around mid-terms and finals. It wasn't just the added caffeine ... oh no ... it was stress. {You now hear the sound of the forboding bom bom bommmmmmmmmm}

I can't tell you how many notebooks I lost the week of the exam. The notebooks that CONTAINED the notes I needed to study for the up and coming exam. Gone. Misplaced. Never to be seen or heard from again. Forever and ever...gone.

I've already told you about my 'Map of the United States' where my buddy would put marks on the places I lost or left things ... when I worked the most stressful job EVER!

when stressed: I am forgetful and absent minded.

when stressed: I am easily angered and pissed off.

when stressed: I am fidgitty and nervous.

when stressed: I can't sit still.

when stressed: I am irresponsible and clumsy.

Just this week:

I have more black and blue marks over my body, due to what? I have no idea. Tripping. Falling. Bumping. Whatever.

I've been dragging the girls around every place just to stay away from the house.

Dishes are piling up.
Laundry is piling up.
I was suppossed to pay my bills on the 1st of the month and still haven't done them as of yet ... at least ONE of them is late ... UGH!

And the biggie {MORE of forboding BOM BOM BOMMMMMMMMMMMM, only LOUDER this time}

I lost my Blackberry last night.

FREAKING LOST IT!

It fell out of my pocket while at the Zoo.
Someone has it, I just know it.
I realized it was gone not more than 20 minutes after knowing I had it.

SHIT!

It's password protected so they can't get anything from it, or access it in anyway, or even use it (it's on the lost/stolen list) and if they attempt more than 10 passwords the devise will automatically disable.

Still pisses me off to no end.

A replacement is already in the works, but..
Shit. Damn. Hell.
Shit. Damn. Freaking Hell.
Damn. Hell. Shit. Damn.

"That's all I have to say about that."

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttt!

Freakin Out

Remember when I told you 6 months ago, that I needed to have another mammogram in 6 months because they found densities...

Yeah, my appointment is scheduled for the 9th.

I'm freakin' out.

Instead of another mammogram that needs a significant amount of cancer cells to detect cancer - I scheduled a Thermogram.

Breast Thermography can detect if your breats have the potential of developing cancer.

So I should know for sure if the densities are cancerous and/or potentially cancerous.

Yay!

Maybe I should just do the mammogram and live in peaceful unknowing for another 6 months/year/2 years/5 years...

I just do not know what I would do if I had to have them cut off.

Maybe that is vain but it's freakin' me out.

It's easier to talk here than it is with actual people, face to face and stuff.

Maybe I've been reacting to things a bit differently lately because I'm freakin' out. Maybe.

Have I mentioned that I'm seriously freakin' out?

Yeah, I'm freakin' out.

Celebrations ... and all sorts of garbage

My ShowStopper had braces put on today.

We went out to celebrate, just us girls.

I didn't take pictures yet. Bad bad bad mommy. I will tomorrow.

My brat husky girl is destroying the fence and walking around the neighborhood. We installed a fence, one of those really ugly chain link type because we really didn't have the money at the time but the brat husky needed it. We bought it for her!

If I leave her in the house she eats my dining room floor and unlocks the sliding glass door and opens it, and hangs outside.

Fine.

Now when I leave for work I leave her outside. She used to like this plan, until a couple of weeks ago. She tore the fencing off of the gate and walked around the neighborhood while we were at work.

Mr.T spent many hours repairing the gate and reinforcing all of the connections.

Yesterday she ripped the gate off of it's hinge and walked around the neighborhood.

My neighbors are wonderful, they put her back in the yard for me but with the gate off of it's hinges she just walked out again.

I'm at a loss.

Anyone want a brat husky girl? I'm giving her away for FREE! Grrrrrrr.

Wow, when you take a break from blogging

It's very difficult to get back into the swing of things.

I will say, that I only wrote about 6 posts in my head these last few days.

I wanted to tell you all about my WildChild and how she now refers to Mr.T by his first, middle and last name - in this tone that would knock you over with laughter. She just loves to tease him, and he lets her. She destroys that poor man.

The other day she painted his finger nails and toe nails. As soon as she was in bed he removed the fingernail polish but left on the toenail stuff so NOT to hurt her feelings. I told him, she won't care...she most likely forgot about it anyway (but her brain is a steal trap - nothing is ever forgotten).

Yesterday Mr.T wondered why everyone seemed to look at him while we were having fun at Idlewild's Soak Zone (you know, he was only wearing his swim trunks and POLISHED TOENAILS).

Then I wanted to tell you all about our trip to the movies to see Night at the Museum part II. The girlys were so snuggly and wonderful. The previews made us all laugh out load. Good times.

I also wanted to mention that I kinda like dragging the neighborhood kids around with us, the girlys love it and it allows me to enjoy them more. They look to their friends to provide entertainment and I am able to enjoy blissfully watching them have fun. I like to participate as well, but sometimes I like watching them.

Then there was the trip to the bookstore this weekend. We all just drool as we approach a Barnes and Noble bookstore. We can't help but go in and feast our eyes on all of the magnificent goodies inside. My WildChild heads over to the children's section and usually begs me to buy her for 3-4 Junie B. Jones and/or Magic Treehouse chapter books. I always tell her she can get one book. We stop here often, no need for more than one at a time. We have a tremendous library already at home, plus we regularly stop by our local Carnegie Library and they bring home a book a week from their schools library. We do not have a lack of books to read. The ShowStopper always picks out a game for us. She loves games, she loves books too, but she loves to spend time with the family playing board games. I always let her buy a game. One game. This time we bought 'Camp'.

Then I wanted to tell you all about our trip to Idlewild Park for Memorial Day and how it was such a part of my childhood. I loved Storybook Forest. One of my earliest childhood memories was at Idlewild Park, there was a huge family picnic (even though my family was NOT huge) and I had a terrible asthma attack and had to be rushed to Children's Hospital. The 'biological' father took me while my mother stayed at the park (I believe my uncle was in from out of town and she wanted to hang out with him for awhile). I remember coming home from the hospital, exhausted and full of all kinds of steroids and injections of all sorts. I remember my mother was waiting for me to come home, she carted me off to bed and my dearest mother pet my head until I fell asleep.

This trip to Idlewild Park, my girlys didn't want to go to Storybook Forest. Mr.T and I were both disappointed but we understood. They grow up so fast. They think that Storybook Forest is for babies. Sigh. This was the very first time we didn't even bother with Raccoon Lagoon (the little kiddies rides).

And lastly I wanted to tell you about how I refer to the girlys as girlys when I write about them but when we are out and about I refer to them as my 'ladies'. Ladies, let's get moving or Ladies, if you do not decide which flavor of ice cream we buy, I will do it. So why the difference? I do not know. Honestly. I shall have to think about it more.

But all of that just sounds so blah ... no pizazz.

Instead of telling you about all of that junk, I have decided to just post of some pictures of my girlys and their friends at Idlewild Park.

And for those of you that live close to the Burgh, do NOT go to Idlewild without your Pepsi product, or buy tickets at your local Giant Eagle, save $5-$6 per admission - the 6 of us costs over $170. Sheesh!





(Great photo opportunity, playing in the balls!)









Enter 'THE SOAK ZONE'

The Conductors part 1

One of my twitter pals directed this documentary.

WOW!

Even though it's not in English you can see the beauty and remarkable power of this phenomena