Sunday, December 28, 2008

Happy, Happy Birthday, Baby

Though the rest of the lyrics to the Tune Weavers classic do not apply, this passage suits my sentiments perfectly:

Happy, happy birthday, baby
No I can't call you my baby
Seems like years ago we met
On a day I can't forget

I am sitting here, listening to you as you start to stir in the other room. And I absolutely cannot believe that you are three years old already. I love you so much. You amaze me in ways I could never adequately express, and it is my continual honor to stand beside you as you grow. Happy Birthday, Violet Grace.




Wednesday, December 24, 2008

'Twas the night before Christmas...


...and my older sister REALLY wanted a peek at Santa Claus. Her naughty plot didn't work out for her, though...

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Just Coughed Up a Ball of Nastiness

I am trying not to panic. Really. But the last time I coughed up something this gross, it meant I had a cyst in my sinus. I did get to have fun x-rays and a CT scan of my face taken. But I was on antibiotics and severely dehydrating monster decongestants for weeks before that bad boy broke up entirely.

So, it would be nice to see a doctor today. But it's a Saturday. And in the world of military health care, the world stops on Friday at 5pm and resumes Monday at 8am. The office of my PCM is conveniently closed. I can't go to the hospital, because coughing up an odd foreign body that resembles brain matter probably doesn't qualify as an emergency in Tricare's book. I can use the point-of-service option, but I don't have an extra $300 for health care in my budget after my last dental claim was summarily rejected.

My only options are to plug a vaporizer in, crack myself out on pseudo-fed, and seethe in silence at the so-called benefits of my respective health care plans.

Sorry, I didn't mean to sound bitter. That must have been the cyst talking.

Or perhaps I am not as good at self-diagnosis as I think, and I am actually losing parts of my mind. If that's the case, I pray that the chunk of brain I coughed up took the 80s hair-band lyrics with it.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Snow Dragon



Because Snowmen are for the highly unimaginative...

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Christmas Ham



This is me, as a toddler, showing off my brand-spanking-new Christmas PJs.

Friday, December 12, 2008

The Lipstick Incident



This is what happens when the location of grandma's purse has allowed exceptionally easy access to a tube of bright red lipstick. Note my older sister's look of angst at having been caught. Also note that she decided it was okay to confine her lipstick mainly to her lips, whereas my entire face needed a fresh coat of paint. In truth, I do not look impressed in the slightest by her artistic endeavor.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Tripping, Repeatedly, Down Memory Lane

Rather than allow myself to sink into my usual pattern of creative idleness and depression, I'm going to post old pictures and provide a little narration.



It seems I started hitting the bottle at a very young age. It's all been downhill from there.