Trying to write anything, as of late, has been, and continues to be, a complete JOKE.

The trip we took over Memorial Day weekend was great.
We saw friends and didn’t overheat.
YAY!

While on the family trip I did get a FABULOUS pedicure!

Cute toes= partial happiness with my feet. (But then I remember how much I have been betrayed by them over the last few years and I HATE them even more. Cute toes, or not.)

And I got to spend a ton ‘o time with Charlene. (… Or if you are my kids, “Charneen”.)

And then I got to see about half of mi familia. (In this picture, my little brother.)

And on our last night there I got to see two of Char and my OLD friends.

Good tiimmessssss. (Inside joke. I know. I hate those too… but I couldn’t help myself this time.)

These pics don’t even begin to cover all that we did or who we saw… but there are SOME pics that I am still waiting for SOME people to send to me. (AHem. You know who you are. And when I get them, I’ll post them.) All in all, the trip was grand and I WISH I could be with my long distance friends more often. I miss them more than they will ever know and am ever so thankful for the phone, text messaging and blogs. As for now, however, I am going on RECORD as telling each and EVERY one of them that it is YOUR freakin’ turn to come and see ME.
And now I am done talking about my trip to the heat for a while.

My kids continue to grow up regardless of how much I am reeling from the ultra fast passage of time.

Simon is graduating from Pre-School on Thursday and little Helene starts a two week summer camp gig next Monday. I am going to get one whole week where I will know how it will feel in the Fall when both of my kids are at school during the morning and early afternoon. I am MORE than sure that I will blog about my feelings. Just stay tuned.

Oh, yes, there is one more thing that I would like to share with you.
If you don’t keep up with me on Twitter, then you don’t know that Google HATES me. Or, at least, they hate this blog of mine. They have flagged me as a “harmful website” and I cannot, for the life of me, find the “badware” that they claim is on my site. I am becoming desperate to fix this because… um…. well…. it is frigging ANNOYING and it needs to be fixed.

Long story short; I need help.
Lots of it.
The. End.

Life.
What can I even say?
At this point, there is nothing more I can say…. about ????????that, anyway.

If I could somehow convey to anybody how unbelievably frustrated I am with my body in general, I think I would feel like I could breathe easier. But anymore, the words definitely are not there. I feel that I’ve been complaining, explaining and talking about the very same problem for so long now that all possible words have been used and that it is not worth the mind power any longer to attempt to describe how much this has sucked.

You’ll have to excuse any rash emotions that come through in this post because I really don’t sleep well any longer and therefore, you are reading the thoughts of a delirious lady. For the last few nights… and then some, I’ve been waking up intermittently because, oh, I don’t know…. my foot and calf feel like they are on FIRE. Which also means that even when I am sleeping, I usually am thinking to some degree about how sore or on fire my foot is.

Long story short, there isn’t too much more that my Doctor can do for me and is now suggesting that I go to a CRPS/RSD specialist (who knew there was such a one/) down at UCLA. Apparently he treats people just like me and there is a glimmer of hope that he may be able to help me out. I don’t know when all that is going to come together, but when it does, I will let you know.

Everything else in my life is moving forward regardless of any aliments of mine. Guess what? Simon starts Kindergarten in September and Helene starts Pre-School at the same time. Which means that BOTH of my kids will be gone, at least three days a week, at the same time. Holy.Moly. Am I excited? Um… YEAH! Am I freaking confused that they have gone and grown up so fast one me? Uh.huh. I feel that I am being abandoned way too soon by them. I mean, I always counted on having one or two more kids, so the fact that I have had no babies to follow my Simon and Helene means that I am left on my own a lot sooner than I had anticipated. And now the big question is, “What do I do?” Who knows. I am sure I will figure it out though. And eventually, I’ll be fine with the whole situation.

I think that this marks a momentous occasion here at the Diary. This is the first, yes, the absolute first, entry that I am not going to go back and re-read and edit. I don’t want to. And I have not the time anyway. My foot has recently chimed in with it’s fiery opposition at me being seated here any longer.
Therefore, have a great Memorial Day Weekend.
I know I will!
Cuz I am going on a REAL vacation to see FRIENDS!!!!

I had foot surgery three weeks ago as of this Friday.
It was a complete nightmare.
Which is why I haven’t been blogging or doing much of anything, actually.

RSD has returned in full force to mine and my family’s life. Actually, not only has it returned, it is worse than EVER before. (By the by, I didn’t think that possible.)
I ended up in the E.R. in the wee hours of the morning after the surgery.
Suffice it to say that I have NEVER experienced pain like what I experienced for the first two days after the surgery. And I’ve had a baby shoved back in me while in FULL. BLOWN. LABOR!
So, you know, the pain was freaking bad.

Now, after almost three weeks, I am fighting the fight and hoping and praying for spontaneous remission. So far I’ve had enough gumption and pain tolerance to start driving and to wear flip-flops around instead of my beat up slippers. I attempted regular shoes and WOW. Not good. Blood was involved. And, um, ouch.
I am just getting back into sitting at the computer and so far, my time limit before color change, burning tingling pain, and swelling, is about ten to fifteen minutes.
I love my life.

Take a look at the pictures.
Warning.
Not for the queasy.
*(Even though the pictures do not do what the feet looked like in reality justice.)*

This picture was taken seven days after the surgery.

This picture was taken seven days after the surgery as well… Just after that last piece of yellow-nasty gauze finally fell off.

The stitches are now out, and the bruising is a little better.
However, every time Simon sees my exposed feet (usually they are kept under socks) he says, “Eeewwww. Grrrr-oh-s.”
And with that, I leave you to feel sorry for me.

Did ya know that Mr. T and I have been married for SEVEN years?
Umyeah. As of April 3rd, we’ve hit the big seven and are bracing ourselves for the supposed seven year itch.

Speaking of the seven year itch, do you think the myth could be, or is, true?
This is a question, by the way, that I would really like answered.
I’ve heard many a story that make the “Itch” sound true…. but what do you think? Any experiences that you would like to share?

Well, anyhow. I cannot believe that we have been married for seven years. I was twenty three when we were married and at the time I could not imagine for one second that we would ever really age beyond that point. I know that I “dreamt” of growing old with him… but I don’t think I actually pictured growing physically old. Growing old, to me, was about the number of years we would be together. At the time I couldn’t imagine ever reaching the age of thirty, for cryin’ out loud! I remember that age being such a distant nightmare that my mind couldn’t even wrap itself around the concept. Twenty freaking three. How dumb was I? How young was I to even consider myself even close to being ready to get hitched? Oh well. What’s done is done and, of course, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Literally.

Being married has been like riding the most fun and scary roller-coaster ever. There has been lots of ups, loopduhloo’s, and a few (read: more than I’ve liked) downs. Even though I think seven years is a long time, I know that in reality it certainly is not. For instance, I still look at Tyson sometimes and can’t believe that I have a husband and that he is him. (Did that make sense? Did that even make grammatical sense?)

If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you know that Mr. T and I have been put through The Ringer, and then a few more ringers, over the last year and a half. But, look! We are still a we and what is it they say? Oh, yeah…. “That which does not kill us only makes us stronger.” So far so true. I hope this next year finds us outside any sort of ringer…(Which means that my upcoming foot surgery had better go well.)

Happy Anniversary to Us!
…And many, many more!

I think I’ve written about five different posts since the last time I was on here, and I haven’t finished one of them.
In fact, I’ve erased all of them.

Apparently, I’ve lost my touch for having no shame on the internet. Either that or it is because my computer is KILLING ME right now. (read: not operating to my expectations)
I guess it doesn’t really matter why I’ve been a non-poster once again. The point is that I’ve wanted to be more consistent with blogging…. And oh. That’s not happening.

While I’m on here, I may as well tell you the tale of how I lost my wedding band last Saturday.
Somehow my wedding band disappeared between the time that I fell asleep and woke up. I searched everywhere. EVERY.WHERE, I tell you! I’m pretty sure my heart stopped about 10 times due to acute stress and that is when I got really desperate. I asked Helene, the local three year old and infamous collector of small things that nobody else would ever find in a million years, if she knew where Mommy’s ring was. She ventured a few guesses which I found really cute.

The Expert: “Ummmm….. ‘N Helene’s woom?
The Desperate Mess: “Nope.”
The Expert: “Ummmm….. ‘N MommyDaddy’s bed?”
The Desperate Mess: “Uh-uh. Will you help Mommy look for her ring?”
The Expert: “Um, no.”
The Desperate Mess: “Why not?”
The Expert: “Buhcuz, I NOT!” (This was shouted at me and then she sauntered away.)

Well, five-ish hours later, and one house that had been literally turned upside down and shaken, Helene toddles to my room and says, “MommyMommy! You found you my ring! I found you my ring!!!” Her smile lit up our dark hallway as she stretched out her hand to me and I saw my beloved wedding band smack-dab in the middle of her tiny palm.
Oh, the relief! And joy! …And bewilderment?

The Desperate Mess: “Where did you find it?”
The Expert: “Inna cowCH! YAY!”
(This is the crazy part; I looked in that DARN couch TWICE!)
The Desperate Mess: “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You’ve made Mommy so happy!!”

We then celebrated like it was 1999.
Many “yay’s” and “yeah-baby’s” were echoing off the walls.
Then, as suddenly as she had appeared bearing my ring, Helene decides that payment is due. She puts a halt to our party and busts out with, “So-oh Mommy. What we do first?” To this question she wanted no answer. Because one breath later she had decided. “Uhhhhh. How ’bout….. mmmmm… choclit? And…. GAMES! YA-A-A-AY!”

My little lady the opportunist.
I love that she knew she had an “in” to get whatever she wanted.
And I love even more that “choclit” was A-#1 on her list.
Well, Lady got her wish. We hung out and played the fishing game while eating chocolate. Helene was even so gracious as to let Simon join our party. And she had a perma-grin pasted on her face the entire time that her fee was being paid.

So now that you know that disaster was averted and Helene is currently my #1 hero, and go-to-gal for when I lose stuff, I will leave you with a few pictures.
New ones.
Really new ones.
As in Sunday the 23rd new ones.

Look at the cute!! Look how BIG!

The family photo. You just can’t win, can you?
You either have shadows…

Or a non-looker. Eh-hum, Helene.

The sassy red flats! So dressy! So oo-la-la! (And don’t even get me started on my dress.)

Are you wondering about my surgery?
Uh-huh. I thought so.

The surgery went almost as expected. The one thing that threw me off was that the anesthesiologist put me all the way out… Tube down the throat and all. I thought I was getting local anesthesia… but I was lucky and received the “royal” treatment. Long story short, I was completely tripped out when I woke up and actually asked the Doctor if I had snored! Ha! Yeah. He laughed at me. For two days after the surgery I was wiped out and my hand burned like a mother. The burning was rather alarming (because usually that means your nerves are flip-flappin’ out…. and I don’t need anymore of that thanks very much…), but the surgeon assured me that it was all very normal and would subside. And who would have known? The pain actually DID go away.

That is one beauty of an incision, innit?
As of right now, I still have some healing to do and from the looks of things I am going to have a really great battle scar to sport around. My hand throbs if I do too much, and I still favor it quite a bit. Writing is still painful and so is doing any kind of pulling motion with my hand. The best part of this experience? That would be when my Mom and I got the flu three days after my palm was sliced open. Mmmmm… I had that stupid flu for about three. weeks. and it was really horrendous. I basically spent four days straight in bed for 90% of each day.

All in all, I have to say that I am ecstatic that I am healing just the way the surgeon said I would. I am thankful for all the prayers and good thoughts that have been sent my way because I finally feel like I’m getting better. I finally feel like I may just return to normal after all. Who knew that I would ever be able to feel this positive again? (Um. Not me.)

So. That is that and now we’re onto the next stage of the “get Kelly back to normal after almost two years” plan. Stage two is foot surgery in April. I am casino roulette spielroulette online kostenlosswiss casino onlineeurovip casino netgeld gewinnebest casino onlineroulette systemeonline roulette spielbaccarat onlineinternet casino gamblingonline casino combestes online casinotop online kasinoonline casino costa ricacasino bonus codecraps spielkostenlos roulette spielencasino austria onlinewww slotsroulette online gratisechtes kasinocasino online pokerkeno online spielewww casino net comonline casino bonus ohne einzahlungcasino roulette spiel,roulette pc spiel,roulette spielonline casino playbaccarat systemonline casino kostenlosonline casino texasroulette lerneninternet online casinoonline casino testeinarmiger banditcasino online mit bonusroulette online gamesonline spiel automatenall slots casinoonline casino mit bonus,online casino bonus ohne einzahlung,online casino bonuskasino spielenslots gratiscasino spiele kostenloscasino online comparty casinoeuropa casino bonus codeonline slotmaschinecasino compoker im internetpoker spielen lernenpoker spielen berlin getting the offensive surgical screws that are working their way out of my feet removed. Hallelujah! The procedure itself is no big deal and I will most likely be able to walk the very next day. However. (Always the however with me….) Since an invasion will be performed on my RSD-ridden right foot, there is a bigger-than-I-want chance that the RSD could relapse and get worse. (Remember when my foot was swollen and purple all the time? Yeah. When I say, “worse”, that is exactly what I mean.) I hope and pray and hope and pray again that my right foot will be nice to me and stay the way it is… or even get better.

Miracles happen.
I’m going to get better.
I. know it.

Oh. And by the way… my cake had the #28 candle (because I didn’t have enough candles) and then two others. One on each side of the 28.

28 + 2 = Your basic no good very bad day.
(But I’ll get over it….)