Right, so the place looks different… Again! You are rolling your eyes at me. You are threatening to never come back again. You may even want to cause me bodily harm.

First, I’m not scared of you.

Second, I’m sorry. But I have been getting bored with the look and the last one didn’t really seem to fit, but it was different enough to deal with for a while. This one is better but, yeah, I could change it again if I want. I’m not like the other bloggers who have their own domains and people who can create personal templates for them. They are cool. I’m not… and I’m poor. And cheap. I make do with what I have and then search for better. Because I can.

The header isn’t perfect, but it will also do for now. I call it, “Emancipation through Wine”.

My new DVR receiver had better get here or the hubs and I just might kill each other should be here today. This whole watching TV on a small 17″ screen in the playroom/office without a place to really sit and without the option to pause live TV is just sick and wrong. I wonder if this is what it is like in prison? Actually, I bet even they get better TV than we have right now. The only other time our TV in the livingroom has been off this long is when we are on vacation.

In other and much more important news, my stepfather is doing amazing. It has been a long time since I posted an update so this is long overdue. My mother and step-dad went to Hawaii on their scheduled vacation on July 15th for 10 days. The doctors all said he would be fine to go as long as he took it easy. That was the plan anyway so off they went with two other couples. They had a great time and, as it turns out, my mother and step-dad actually parasailed. PARA-SAILING! Two months after a near fatal aneurysm! Good lord that man is a machine of strength and endurance. To top that, it looks like he might be cleared to go back to work in the next week or so. It seems that he has been driving for a few weeks now and it’s like he had never stopped. His recovery has been nothing short of remarkable, as cliché as that sounds, it’s true.

I told my mom the other day that is hard for me to imagine this because the last time I saw him he was still in the hospital, well the rehabilitation center. He wasn’t himself though he was a million times better than he was 4 weeks prior to that. The images of him with the tube through the top of his head and his complete lack consciousness for weeks on end still haunt me a bit. So, I would give anything to see him now, normal and “alive” again. No matter what, I am greatful that he is doing so well and seemingly at the end of the recovery road and about to turn back onto the normal way.

See, it’s not just templates that I can decide on, it’s topics for a single post too.

Update:

How’s this for a deflation… I just talked to my BIL from Arizona. He said they were watching a video of my nephew when he was 6 months old. This video was when they were up here visiting me. This means it was November of 2002 and eight months after I had moved here from Arizona. My BIL’s friend and totally hot neighbor was watching the video with them and he yells out “Who is that!?” My BIL responds, “That’s Angel, Gina’s sister!” So, his friend/neighbor says, “Tell her to move back here! She was hotter when she lived here!” In other words, after a few years of living in Chicago, I have gotten ugly. My BIL says I’m still hot (we have a funny relationship) but that I was even hotter back then and that is all his friend was saying.

Note to self: Dust off those fucking pilates videos and start doing them instead of waiting for the weight to magically fall of with a diet of peanut butter Twix bars and Dr. Pepper. Dammit!!