Oh what a week....

When it rains it pours...

Last week BD had to go on a last minute trip to MA....he left on Friday...returning on Monday. Sunday I get a phone call that his mom is in the hospital and we need to get someone there to take care of his dad. His dad is handicapped and needs someone with him most of the time.

Well fast forward to today...

Mom is still in the hospital...no one is telling us anything. I call and the nurses don't have any information for me. They even transferred her and didn't tell anyone. Then when I called this morning they thought that I was off my nut. I said that I didn't realize that she had been moved...and the nurse said that I had already called there this morning and didn't I remember that? I told her no...I didn't call....it must have been her other daughter.....which then confused the nurse. But still no information about how she's doing. I wish I was there to talk to the doc face to face and find out what is going on...why does it have to be such a huge secret? I just don't understand...

Dad is here at my house with our family so that he has someone to take care of him. We are just trying to slip him into our daily schedule...make him feel like our lives are not getting disrupted with him being here. He always feels like a burden since his stroke....and it's so hard to explain to him that he's not a burden...it just takes an adjustment period to get everyone used to new arrangements...

We are planning on him being here permanantly and ideally bring mom down here as well. I don't know how realistic that is....but I can hope and pray that it's possible.

Well enough of being a downer....I need some coffee....

I have started a new SU! blog!!

To showcase my SU! side of life...so this will be my homelife and when I want to bitch blog...and the other one will be about my business and my classes and whatnot...

check it out at

Inksanity

A new year ... a new me?

Probably not. I say every year that this will be the year...the year that it all changes...the year I get the old me back. It never happens. I'm still the same old me...the boring me...the fat me. I get rid of my skinny clothes....and buy more fat clothes. Every year. The fat clothes then become the skinny clothes.....and then I have to buy fatter clothes. It is horrible.

I can't even shop in regular stores anymore unless it's Wally World and even then I usually can't find anything that fits. I hate having to shop in "plus size" stores. They don't carry fashionable clothes...or if they do carry them they expect you to pay twice the amount that they should be priced at just because you relaly have no other choice unless you are going to make your own things. Why they think that it's justified to charge $80 for a shirt I have no idea....and when did denim get so expensive that you have to pay $100 for a pair of plain old jeans? Maybe I'm cheap...who knows.

So maybe this will be the year....the year that I don't make any promises that I know that I'll break....the year that I don't compare myself to all my skinny friends....the year that I don't base my self worth on my dress size.....

maybe this will be the year....