Thursday, March 26, 2009

And so it starts.......

So I guess this is where it starts. Where all blogs start. At the beginning. It's possible that I should have started this a long time ago (like 5 years ago), but who has time? After becoming a follower of three blogs, I figured it's time. Sure, everyone is on Facebook or MySpace, but I think I need more of an outlet.

Do I have lots of backstory? I sure do, but I don't have the stamina to put it all out there. I will give a brief rundown.

July 1992 (Jamie help me here) - Jamie was hospitalized and had a kidney removed. Two weeks after my birthday. It was one of the scariest times of my life.

July 1999, my older brother was killed in a car accident. He had turned 26 that January. I had turned 25 two weeks before he died. Almost 4 years to the day before the day Jason died, my nephew, Jason's son, died of SIDS. July is not a great month. We are having a big 10 year blow out in Jason's memory over the 4th of July at Mom & Dad's farm in Iowa.

October 1999, I met Brent. Our first date was November 8th. It was a Monday. I wore a navy blue suit (he picked me up at work). He wore a tan and ivory gingham dress shirt and khaki's. And Doc Marten's. I knew the moment I saw him that I was going to marry him.

June 2000, we bought our house. It's a 3 bedroom, 2 bath ranch. So much work, love, hate and memories are in this house.

April 2003, Brent and I got married. It was beautiful. I didn't love my dress tho.

May 2004, Mad Hatter was born. Labor and delivery was so easy I couldn't wait to do it again. She was a great baby. Now, she's almost 5 going on 16.

May 2006, my mom had a stroke. I cried like a baby at work. Thankfully the damage wasn't bad.

February 2007, Chunky Love was born. Labor and delivery....labor sucked big donkey. Delivery....meh. I had large quanities of drug in my epidural, I felt nothing. Couldn't walk for about 6 hours. He was a good baby. Was a puker until 9 months, stitches at 10 months and constantly covered in bumps and bruises. He thinks he's 10.

March 2009, Jamie just called me. She's moving forward with her kidney transplant. How I hoped it was a fluke. How I hoped that it would just go away and this would never happen. And I locked my keys in the car last night. I don't know where the spare key is. Damn



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