Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Please let this story be true!!

I can't make this stuff up.

A white woman is saying that Michael Jackson's ghost impregnated her and that's why she gave birth to black baby.

This chick says she was watching a special on Michael Jackson then his ghost came back and knocked her up.

Her husband says he believes her and they are asking for money from the Jackson estate.

I don't want them to get to money but man....I'd love to spend 5 minutes with this whack-a-doodle.

You can read the story here.

Enjoy!



Friday, October 30, 2015

What's a microcephaly

 

Since my last post Breckin has been diagnosed with Microcephaly. Which literally means small head. I’m sure you are thinking. “ small head? Is that a real thing. Small head’s are cute!” , “think of the money you’ll save on hats!”.

 

Yes, it’s a real thing and yes he is cute. However, it does come with more problems than finding child size hats.

 

On Sept 2nd Breckin had a seizure. I had no idea a seizure could look like this. He wasn’t flopping around he was just sitting staring off. He could still respond to questions but I couldn't get him to move his head. That was probably the scariest day of my life. When my brother called me at first I thought Breckin was just nauseous. So I asked him to send me a video. When I saw the video all the blood in my body went straight to my feet. Honestly I don’t know how I kept it together but I managed to drive to my parents’ house pick up Breckin and my brother and then head to Urgent care. Apparently we were supposed to call 911. I guess we’re lucky that no damage was done. We ended up being transported via ambulance to Lucille Packard children’s hospital.

Seizures are part of the territory with microcephaly.

Since that time we’ve had Breckin on anti-seizure meds and he’s doing great. His head is still small but no seizures. 

The past few months have been full of doctor’s appointments and therapies and through it all Breckin has been a champ. 

He’s so strong, good natured and such a sweet heart. This kid kills me with how loving he is. 


Joe and I are so lucky to have him. 

Monday, May 4, 2015

Dating

Happy 14 year dating anniversary to my Sugarloaf.





I still remember the giddy feelings I felt knowing you and I were going on our first date. Almost 5 years of marriage, several moves and a kid later, I still feel like that 20 year old girl when I’m with you.  


I love you! 

Friday, April 24, 2015

unfinished Friday

While digging through my emails I found this post I wrote back in 2006. Why I never posted I don't know. But I thought it was cute and thought I'd share. So here it is in all its glory. Happy 5th anniversary, honey.

so,  for our 5 year anniversary joe and i decided to go camping..well i decided and he agreed. so we booked a spot at clear lake got some food, did some shopping and and were on our way. we arrived at clear lake around dusk. the moment we got out of the car we were attacked by mosquitos. joe went to the bathroom and while he was in there i noticed the thousands of large ants on the ground. as i stood there getting attacked by land and air, i realized how unromantic staying there would be. the more bugs i saw, the more freaked out i became. thank god there weren't any spiders, i may have left joe in the bathroom. joe came out and agreed that there were many bugs, but he assured me that it wouldn't be so bad. we walked around looking for a spot farther from the lake to avoid the mosquito nests. as we walked we realized two things, the lake was everywhere and the mosquitos were relentless. i decided that it was time to leave. i couldn't stand myself or joe being attacked by these things. i felt really bad..like i couldn't hack it or something. joe made sure i was covered and put me in the car. he then drove me and my tears ( for feeling stupid) to a hotel. we made hot dogs in the room (pizza was closed) and had a little carpet picnic. it was much better than camping. the next morning we went to breakfast in calistoga and shopped at a little bookstore. as it started to rain i was really happy that we didn't stay at the camp grounds. we went and saw old faithful then drove partically the whole north bay. we stopped in sebastapool at a little ice cream place. home made ice cream is the best. i got an ice cream cone that looked like a pair of balls and weiner. i swear..we got a picture after i was eating.but you can kinda see it. we found our way to san francisco via petaluma. Going over the golden gate we had to pay toll. neither of us had cash..i offer a credit card and check to no avail.  and stayed at the westin which we both fell in love with. friday was spent in san francisco at golden gate park. we rented some bikes and rode around..oh my cookies..riding bikes is hard. when i was a kid, i don't remember it being that hard. we ate had a picnic of pul go gi and salad. we then drove to fisherman's wharf ate more ice cream at ghiradelli square. i love ice cream. we had dinner at cipinnos and went back to the westin. sunday morning we woke up and went to china town. we had lunch at this place i had heard about from $40.00 a day with rachel ray on the food network. it's called the oriental pearl. the food was okay. we then went to the metreon and watched the da vinci code. which as i suspected ron howard ruined. if you haven't read the book, you might like it. But I hated it. Tom Hanks as Robert Langdon?? wtf! after the metreon, 

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Updates about the boy

Isn't funny how you can be hurt by something some says to someone else. Today I overheard a conversation between a couple people and one person said to the other “oh, that means your baby is smart”.  Normally that wouldn't bother me. But today, maybe because it’s my girl time. Maybe it’s because I’m sick. Maybe it’s the placement of the moon. I’m not sure.. but today it stung. I walked out to my car in tears because my kid is smart. My kid is special. My kid is freaking awesome. Even if he didn't do something by a certain age or early.  

We found out recently that Breckin is behind in some areas. When you’re told your child is developmentally delayed it really does a number on you. Your heart kind of drops to the floor for a little bit and every word the doctor says feels like she’s tapping dancing on it. You hold your breath as you watch your kid playing and being evaluated. Hoping he'll do something right and the doctor will say "oh, never mind. Get out of here you worry warts".  But they don't. At the end of the appointment you pick your smushed heart up put it back into place and get ready for a new normal. The kind of normal that your friends don’t know about.  The kind that makes you compare your sweet boy to other kids. Days go by and your heart starts to fill out again. You stop comparing. You see your child for the wonderful, adorable, sweet, gentle soul that he is. You celebrate the new things he’s doing. But then someone says something, something that doesn't have anything to do with you and suddenly it feels like your heart is once again being danced on.

Our new normal involves therapy. Lots of therapy. Trying to get Breckin caught up. It's tough, but I know it will benefit him in the long run. It will also involve toughening up our hearts. Knowing that we are going to hear tough things from doctors and people that don't understand or won't know. We will get used it. We are strong and besides, look how cute Breckin looks while doing PT. 




Friday, February 6, 2015