The Crazee Chick's View of Life

Got the worst call of my life on Friday. Dad has cancer. Dad has cancer. Dad has cancer. It was everything I could do to get off the phone. I was in shock. I couldn't feel anything. Everything my mom was telling me was just information. It was like we were talking about a stubbed toe. There was no falling to the ground in hysterics. There was no earth opening up and swallowing me. There was no pain. Until hours later when all was quiet--when the kids were in bed; when my mind took all that information and processed it. My Dad has cancer. My Dad has cancer. MY dad has cancer. my DAD has cancer. my dad has CANCER! Then, if I had been standing,my knees would have buckled and the ground would have been taken out from underneath me. All the fears, and the unknowns came rushing at me...and then the tears started. Then they stopped. And then they started again. And again. And again. Today the tears held themselves at bay as I awaited the news of my dad's doctors appointment to

Monday morning. Jump out of bed like toast popping out of the toaster. Ready to seize the day. Shoot...I'm ready to seize the WEEK, brother!! Get all gussied up in my finest--skirt, nice top, scarf and going to wear my dressy boots for the first time this season--and am planning to go into the office to 'take on the world!' (or at least tackle some of the paperwork cluttering my desk) when a fanfare ringtone sounds on my phone. That would be my hubby. I chose this ringtone for him because it sounds royal and he likes to think he's the king around here. (Bah ha ha haaa! I will just let him have that...) On the text are 5 little words that change the entire course of my day: "Oops, I took your keys by mistake." (I see what you did there --bravo for you for noticing that there are actually seven words, not five.) No keys means no access to my office so off comes the skirt, the top, the fancy scarf. On goes the jeans with just the right amount of lycra,

I can't imagine why this song has been stuck in my head for the last few days. Could it be that the sunshine has finally tired of shining on us? Could it be that the rain clouds are making up for their lack of appearance in the last 3 months. Could it be... THE RAINY SEASON?! Yes, Virginia, there is a Mother Nature and she has caught up to where she should be with her seasons in short order. Just last weekend we were literally roasting outside in the sun while our Thanksgiving turkey was roasting in the oven. Look--here's proof of how HOT it was outside. Now, just one week later we are subject to wind, rain and cold. Look--here's proof of how GROSS it is outside. Why am I in my car? Because I love the sound of the rain and the only way I can truly experience it is sitting in my car. Okay, this is only sort of true. I do love listening to the rain when I am lying in my bed, or snuggled up for a movie with the family, but I am not crazy enough to run outside and sit

Today when I went to pick Zee up from skool I saw the newspaper he had been working on had been posted outside his classroom door. Eager to see his work I paused for a moment to read it when suddenly he slammed his hands over a certain section of the project. Nonplussed, I continued reading the other sections of his newspaper and had no intention of looking at what he covered up because it obviously revealed something he wanted to keep from me. I'm not a nosy kind of mom--at least not one that I will admit to being--so I had full intentions of walking away without looking at his secrets but as I moved from it my eyes betrayed me. They cast a quick glance in the direction where his hands once protected the entry. And I saw this: Meet My Hero My Mom Well, as if it was possible for me to continue to walk away. I turned on my heel and headed back towards the wall with complete disregard for what I once considered my son's protected privacy. That entry was about ME!!! And it wa