HE DID IT!!!!!

My smart, funny, talented graduated son graduated from High School yesterday.
Some tears were shed .....

But I couldn't be any prouder!!!!!!

CONGRATULATIONS JOSH!!!!!!!!!!!

My niece and nephew also graduated yesterday .....

Best of luck to ALL 3 of you!

I LOVE YOU!!!!!

FML .....

I just found my upright freezer door cracked .....
ALL the food inside is thawed, warm and needs to be tossed.
*sigh*

I guess I just live on vodka from now on.

FML .....

Countdown ....

My son graduates from high school in three weeks
I'm excited for him.
And scared.
The world is a far different place than when I graduated.
A college degree doesn't guarantee fuckall.

Thankfully, he is going into a field that hasn't slowed down and doesn't really show any signs of slowing down.
Healthcare.
He wants to be a Physical Therapist.
He's already in his 2nd year of Personal Trainer, so when he graduates he can sit for his license and be a Certified Personal Trainer and work in a Gym or on his own while he's attending college.
He thought ahead about all this, which is more than I can say for myself.
I mean, I knew I wanted to go into healthcare, I just wasn't sure what I wanted to do exactly.
27 years since I left high school and I am NOT working in healthcare!  lol

Anywho, the countdown is on ... and I find myself increasingly torn.
One minute i'm excited, and the next i'm bawling my eyes out and then i'm mad as hell about every little thing he's doing (or not doing).
I have a graduation party for 3 (my niece and nephew are also graduating) to plan, buy for and execute,
It's the end of the school year and I have Dad to take care of, and well .....
yeah .....
I feel like i'm riding a psychotic horse into a burning barn!

On top of it all, it's JUNE.

The most dreaded of ALL months for me.

*sigh*
I feel like i'm whining and bitching, but if I don't write all this, I may have a nervous breakdown.
And I can't afford to have one of them.
I have too much shit to do.

It's official ....

This "sandwich generation" seriously sucks rhinoceros testicles.

My Dad had pretty intense and extensive neck surgery this past Monday to replace pretty much his entire cervical portion of his spine.
The discs were gone, baby, gone!
He now has some spiffy new titanium discs and cadaver bones to keep his head upon his body.
He also has rules he has to follow ...
No lifting ANYTHING heavier than a coffee cup
No bending over
No smoking
But, like any 'child' in their mid 70's, he's broken all of them.
He wasn't even home 24 hours before he managed to break all 3 of them.
So now I find myself parenting my 70something Father.
I don't much care for it.
It really sucks.
Rhinoceros testicles.
Dead Rhino's at that.

It's gonna be a looooooong 8 weeks.
Send vodka.

Wandering ....

I thank all of you for your kindness and support in regards to my last post.
It has really meant a lot to me during a very long, emotional week.
I'm still trying to get my bearings .....
so please bear with me.

I just need a breather.
Some fresh air.
Some green space.

Me & Lil' man are headed out to the country.
I believe a weekend of  riding the ATV's, swimmin' in the river, catching fireflies and roasting marshmallows over a campfire is in order.
It's just what I need.

I hope y'all get a chance to watch Nik Wallenda make his historic  Walk Across The Falls. *
I really should go since it's in my backyard (almost literally), but i'm not.
Traffic ....
Crowds .....
No view.

I have it set to record on DVR .... but I imagine my SIL & I will be watching fireside .... cocktails in hand.
(we really "rough" it!)
I hope y'all have a safe and happy weekend ... whatever you do!

Till then, does anyone have an explanation for this ???
Anyone ????

Yeah .... me neither.


I'll be back .....
xxx

*How sad is it that once again, Canada has been able to properly advertise such an amazing event?

The US?  Yeah .... not so much.

More of the same ...

I saw my doctor today ....

He released me back to work on Jan 30th.

With restrictions.

I can't lift OR pull anything over 20lbs.

Exsqueeze me???

Due to the nature of my job, I can't go back to work.

For 3 more months.

Fucktard say what???

Can y'all see the flames that are shooting out from every orifice in my body?????

I've been out of work for just over a month, and now I have to add another 3????

I won't make it.

I WILL kill someone.

Or at least severely HURT them!

Or myself.

Not only that, but I don't get disability.

My job doesn't offer it for part-timers, and technically, that's what I am.

I am beyond a BAB! (Broke Ass Bitch)

I may have to sell a child!

Anyone in need?????

Anyone??????

*chirp*

That's what I thought ......

*Excuse me now while I go drink myself into oblivion and maybe take a Vicodin (or 5).

*not really .... but it sounds good right about now!



Peaceful Journey to you Ms. Etta James!

**UPDATE**

I had my surgery on the 14th and now i'm home.
My recovery will be longer than originally anticipated as my doctor was unable to
perform it laparoscopically.  He had to cut me open.
I'll spare you the gory details.

I have good drugs .... and lot's of them!


I will still be checking in on y'all .....