I never want to lose this blog again... I have so many memories stored here but it seems silly to start my new chapter in my old blog so I have a new one about our little bundle of joy! Check it out.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder?!
I hate writing on this blog. I feel very self involved when I write about myself and since I have no kids I am reduce to writing about my cat. Only he is not here and I feel a little pathetic having a blog dedicated to my cat. The only reason that I am writing tonight is because I like the clicking noise that the keyboard makes when I type and I can't think of anymore e-mails to send. I also have already finished a 1,000 piece puzzle and I put the border together on another one.
This week I am in Wichita being with my father's caretaker. Most of my caretaking duties happen in the morning which is not the best time for me to care for another person. So far I have not yelled at him or spit into his breakfast.
But then it is only Tuesday....
My Elephant
The elephant in my life that I have not been blogging about is the fact that I am moving home. Part of the reason for this move is that my dad is sick. Jason posted about it on his blog and since most of the people that read my blog are the same people that read his blog, you already know this. Jason did a very detailed report so you can read about his condition
here.I am moving home for other reasons as well, Jaime is having another baby, I am at a point in school where if I don't go now then I can't go till school is done, etc... I am excited, scared, anxious, veklempt about moving back to Kansas.
The main part about dad right now is the urgency to get back. His treatment starts on May 8th and will require that someone stay with him in an apartment or he will have to stay in the hospital. Me coming to Pennsylvania left Jason as the lone adult to handle all family-health related issues. Dad has a friend (who will have a child named after her someday) that is taking him to Wichita and will stay the first week and I will take to second week.
In order to be in Kansas by May 14th I am taking my little bubble and shaking it upside down. This I don't mind, I work well under pressure, but it is a lot to think about doing. My mother, who obviously didn't endure enough pain with me while giving birth, has volunteered herself to fly to PA and drive back to KS with me. In my Jeep. With no air conditioning. And two cats. We are planning on making the trip over the span of four days. So we have to leave May 9th.
My finals start the week of May 8th.
Hmmmm, how will you take you finals on the road?
No, I planned take my finals in one day, Monday. That was until the cat fight where Noodle got a chunk of scalp removed and now we have to see the vet for a follow up appointment on Monday. Now I will try to squeeze my finals into Thursday and Monday.
The problem I have with my blog is finishing a post. I have now given all the information I wish to give at this time. I have been at work all day and I cut my thumb so I am tired of typing but the post seems to lack a finished feel. I will try this:
The End,
seems to work well
In my absence
What is really sad is that nothing has happened in the 18 days since my last post. I learned today that Zoey likes to play the same game that babies do. The one where they throw something on the ground and then you pick it up and they throw it back down. She rolls my pens off the desk and then hangs off the edge until I pick them up and put them back on the desk.
Seriously, that is a game that occupies us for hours at a time.
My classes are still going, I had a test in Business Law today. Statistics is kicking my heiny which is hard for me cause I excel at math so to have to work is more than I am used to.
Work is fine, people need bras, I sell them, not much to it.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder but I heart grows very dark and angry when I go to check my blogs and see nothingness so I thought I would at least let you know that I am still alive. Soon I may begin to make up stories so that things seems more interesting than they really are. Maybe I can get them published!
