Progress of New Years Resolutions of 2011

I apologize, I was on a roll writing every day but then the next day I had a very busy day with My BabyGirl and then date night with my Hubby. The next post will be about Las Vegas again I promise.

It's New Years Eve of 2012. Where did the year go?  I was just getting used to writing 2011!

I want to wish everyone a Happy  Safe New Years Eve! If you drink tonight please don't drive. In my city some towing companies are giving free rides and tows to those who are not able to drive because of drinking. I think its an awesome idea.

I was reading my last years resolutions and I have realized I have failed miserably. I used to only give one resolution but I had came up with 10. What the hell was I thinking?

However, I can say that some of the most important ones I have accomplished.

I talk to BabyGirl more as we have our mother/daughter days which I treasure.

I have stayed in touch with my aunts and uncles a little more since we go to the monthly suppers.

I did get a newer car so my car problems may be in the past, hopefully
I have my pics and important papers more organized.

Thankfully, I did get my hospital bills down, however I have more. My life story.

I failed to gain weight but it is not my whole fault as I found out with my new diagnosis  It is one of the symptoms. I have faith that eventually I will get to 100 lbs after my blood values become stable with my meds.

I couldn't chat with Jeff or any of my friends as much because my computer is slow or freezes. Maybe I can fix that this year.

I have had my ex get to me once in a while but its solely because I hate it when it affects our daughter. I have resolved for my own sanity that he will do stuff that reminds me why I divorced him but I just have to let it go. I can't change him. Unfortunately, for him, he will lose, if he hasn't already, a treasure he helped create. And that is so sad! For both he and our daughter.

As I look back at 2011, some things never changed. My health is back and forth as it has been all my life. More diagnosis and more meds. I will continue to have medical bills but its just my life.

However, in 2011 my life has changed for the better. I married the man I so love and adore. We are so happy.  My daughter and I have become closer and she takes time to be with me.

I have a wonderful family who is always there for me.

And last but not least I have all my friends who have touched my life in one way or another. In real life and online. I cherish all my fellow bloggers and Facebook friends who share their lives and allows me to share mine with them. 

I wish everyone a Safe and Happy New Year!

Christmas

I trust everyone has survived Christmas and doing well. Besides being busy My Christmas was nice. It is always nice being with family!

As explained in last post, Christmas Eve, we spend the day with his family. It was sorta chaotic in my opinion. But there were at least 50 people there including Hubby's brother's wife's family and  and Hubby's family. There was so much food! I did not know most of the people. I had seen a few at my brother in law's Superbowl party.  It was a huge family compared to mine.

Oh! Wow that is the first time I have used brother-in-law! LOL! Yea we are still getting used to the idea that we are married!


We went to the Memorial Service at the local Veteran Memorial Park. I have to say every year I have enjoyed it. The Memorial Service is mainly for those families who have lost a loved one during the year. But MyHubby's family has been going I think since his father passed away. I guess you can say it is a tradition of theirs.  There is an  late 20/early 3O something African American about 5'8" 200+ lbs. that sings out of the world with no music. HE is the music! He sings at several services we have gone to that has to do with the Veterans. The first time I head him sing, the hair on my arms raised and my spine tingled. I just can't describe it. You have to hear him!

After the service we picked up BabyGirl to sleep over. I so enjoy having her here. We don't do much but its just us being together I enjoy.

Christmas afternoon we went to my sister's. My great-nephew was the center of attention. He is so adorable.

My sister's soup was delicious and I enjoyed visiting with everyone. We played Dirty Santa. I ended up with an Anti steam Oven Glove that I so can use! But it seemed after I ate dessert, Mom's awesome HEALTHY banana pudding, I got the "Have enough" syndrome. We stayed for a little longer than we left.

We stopped by BabyGirl's girlfriend's place to give her Christmas gift. We visited with her family for a short while then we dropped BabyGirl at her apartment and we returned home.

I told MyHubby it was nice to be with family but it was time to get back to "normal' life, whatever that should be.

Guest Post-An Eye Opening View of My Life by Someone Else

More than ten years ago, I met an energetic extraverted girl who raised her hand in class. “I go to dance class with Meghan, Hannah’s cousin,” she said, looking at me with a smile. Indeed, she did. I knew that because my mom told me that one day before school. However, just that small moment brought me together with Babygirl. We were best friends for a long time, and we still are at heart, I believe that with all my might. We may be separated by a large basin, but we still talk through social networks and keep up with each other through messages.

Babygirl and I had tons of sleepovers in the tiny trailer owned by her family. While I don’t remember the first time I met Ms. Lisa, I do remember thinking she was odd. My little kindergarten eyes looked at her curiously. Her knees were always bent. Didn’t it hurt walking like that? I thought. She was short for a full grown woman, too. Maybe she had an accident, I told myself. Maybe she was born like that. No one explained it to me. Ms. Lisa just was what she was. Her voice sounded different from anyone else’s, too. Sometimes, she didn’t pronounce words all the way. It sounded like she had a lisp that didn’t connect some of the consonant sounds. My ears tilted in her direction. What did she mean? But after spending lots of time with Babygirl and Ms. Lisa, Ms. Lisa’s voice and walking style became absolutely normal. Their home became a second one to me. We ate croutons, Doritos, and cheese out the can. Lots of nights were spent before the TV, game controllers in hand with the stereo system blaring noises from pocket monsters crying out.

We rode in the car a lot with Ms. Lisa who had good control over the car despite her bent knees. Babygirl and I traveled with her to her work as a nurse. Sometimes we’d stay in the car and search for Pokemon in the clouds. Other times, we climbed up the stairs with Ms. Lisa to drop off paperwork. We climbed the stairs quickly, but also waited for Ms. Lisa before entering the door. I don’t remember ever running from Ms. Lisa, but Babygirl and I did walk more quickly than Ms. Lisa. Sometimes she called out for us to stop and wait. We usually did wait for her. The only time I can remember running was when Babygirl came tumulting from the living room. Her father had yelled at her again. I don’t remember him being particularly abusive, but I remember he had a huge impact on Babygirl. He yelled at her for multiple reasons, most of which I can’t remember. I can only remember her sobbing, slamming her door, and wanting to be alone for a while. I’d sit there unsure of what to do. Most of the time, I’d set up the next game we planned to play or just move the mouse around on the computer, playing the Putt- Putt car game or the sea game. We created many balls with a strobe light and music, where we danced with Ron and Harry until she grew out of her Harry Potter crush and I didn’t find Ron attractive anymore.

Ms. Lisa and Babygirl fought a lot, too, but in a different manner. Ms. Lisa tried to give Babygirl lots of kisses, but Babygirl would run away. They fought over the computer game sometimes, both trying to play the same game and beat the level first. Babygirl attempted to steal food and run away without getting caught. A lot of laughter came from these mini-wars. Their relationship seemed more like casual friends than my relationship with my mom. I didn’t understand how Babygirl could fight her mother for anything, even a game. I surely would have been fused at or my mom would have asked, “Why are you fighting me? Don’t you love me?” Still, these fights with laughter were the ways Babygirl and Ms. Lisa bonded.  They couldn’t bond with physical activities. No offense, Ms. Lisa, but seeing you do karate would probably make a lot of people laugh, including Babygirl. Imaging you breaking a piece of wood by kicking it is an interesting sight. Ms. Lisa’s limited mobility might have prevented Babygirl and Ms. Lisa from exercising together and from sharing sports, but they still connected in a bond I’m not sure I understand.

I have a “I only call on Sundays unless I need something” rule with my parents. I’ve kept this rule in place for the past five years since I left for a residential high school. It’s worked well for me although my mom complains and says I should call more. I live an hour and a half away from home right now, and I usually never come home except for the occasional break. I’m partly ok with this, except for the fact that I miss my hometown, dislike Baton Rouge’s traffic, and do miss my family (including pets). Regardless, I don’t spend mother-daughter days with my mom, and spending those days with my mom would be awkward. I have no idea what we would do, especially considering I’m always up to something for school or always have some interest I want to pursue. My family has accepted these pursuits and has just let me go discover the answers I want. I guess I don’t make enough time for my family, really, and I’m probably really a horrible daughter for saying this, but I’m ok with the time I spend with my family although it isn’t a lot. One day I hope I can return to my hometown and raise a new family with my family, but I guess I’ll have to see where my job searching takes me.

 However, from reading Ms. Lisa’s blog, those mother-daughter days seem to do a lot for both Ms. Lisa and Babygirl. They keep each other in-check. I’ve seen it happen in real life. Ms. Lisa used to warn Babygirl not to talk back to people, just let it go, especially when the neighborhood kids try to start a mess. It seems Babygirl is now doing the same for Ms. Lisa. From what I can tell, their bond has grown stronger and they rely on each other for multiple reasons.

I’ll admit I haven’t been around Ms. Lisa and Babygirl too much for the past many years. Just thinking of them going through a rough time makes water droplets swell in my eyes (LIKE NOW! STOP EYES JUST STOP!). Babygirl and her depression…I didn’t even know…I can definitely tell she changed, but I wasn’t around to see it. She’s become more reserved yet still has outlandish ideas around her friends. We went to different middle schools, and then different high schools. I flew away to Natchitoches and left everyone at home. When I heard about the divorce, I couldn’t believe it. I kept telling myself it didn’t actually happen. It was just temporary. They would work things out. They were a family, a part of my extended family, too. It wasn’t until Babygirl bluntly said it and I slept over a few times at Ms. Lisa apartment that I realized it was really true. Even though I wished it would get better, it didn’t get better in the way I wished. It became better in a different way, a way that is working well, despite Ms. Lisa’s crazy banking and medicine catastrophes. I hope it continues this way and it gets even better. Hopefully, I’ll still be a part of their lives and get to see their successes and happiness through whatever challenges come their way. And one day, I hope I can go on one of their adventures, too. Until then, stay well Babygirl and Ms. Lisa. ^_^      http://tigerunie.blogspot.com/

How Do I TItle This--Dream...SIlent Meal, Overdue Book Not Overdue?

My dream last night started with Layla and I driving to Avery Island. We couldn't get passed the toll both so we parked in the parking lot and we started walking. We walked the whole island bantering. She would tell me I was walking too slow and I told her to stop walking too fast. I told her she wasn't going to get there any faster walking that fast (I know it does not make sense but its exactly what I said LOL).

As we were walking, Nanny whizzed by with Aunt Carol and Uncle Glenn. Nanny is my dad's stepmother, Uncle Glenn is my dad's half-brother and Aunt Carol is my Uncle Trac'y's wife, another half brother to my dad  I wondered to Layla why they didn't stop to pick us up.

We finally get to the resturant..It was near to where the salt mine is where i used to live. Nanny and them hadn't arrived. You could order just about anything. I had enchiladas and tacos and Layla had what looked like pig in the blankets. We sit down to eat and the other 3 finally get there.

It was weird because my Uncle Glenn came sit with us but said very little. Nanny and Aunt Carol sat at  a table 2 tables behind us. I wondered why they wouldn't come sit with us but we ate in..silence. Uncle Glenn seemed like he didn't want to be there.

All of a sudden,he gets up and goes to the cash register. He returns with a receipt of 183,00. I thanked him for buying our meals. He just shrugged. So I asked Layla how much money she had so we can leave a tip. She had $5 and I had $20. So I put the 20 on the table. Layla picked it up and said, "Don't leave anything, they didn't even wait on us." I took it out of her hand, slammed it on the talbe and told her to leave the money there.

We started walking back. Layla and I continued our banter..then...my dream changed.

We were at a library and the librarian said we had to hurry.  I only had enough time to pick one book.

When  I went to check it out the librarian asked if I had my library card. I told her it was down in my purse and didn't feel like digging for it.

She takes the book and says, "Fifty cents."

 I asked, "Fifty cents?"

 She responds, "Yes, it is overdue."

 I laughed and said, "I didn't even check it out yet."

She looks on the inside of the book and announces the book was due yesterday. I got flustered and said, "Let me get this straight! I don't have time to get more than one book because you say you are suppose to be closing when its not even closing time, I pick a book and you say its fifty cents and its overdue when I didn't even check out the book."

She looks at me with a sarcastic grin. I dig in my purse and hand  her my library card. 

She annoucnes again "Fifty cents."

Frustrated,  I turn to Layla and asked her if she had any money. She asked what I needed money for, holding an armful of books.

I told her what the librarian said. She looked confused and said, "Why pay 50 cents?"

I shrugged and we looked at the librarian who was not even paying attemtion to us. Then I woke up.

Analysis: Do I really want to even try? Well the money on the table might be from watching, "What Would You DO?". There was a segment about a guy stealing a waitress' tip off the table.

Nanny is deceased. I haven't seen my uncles and aunts on dad's side for years.

Layla and I bantering..well that's us sometimes.

I haven't been able to remember my dreams for several nights and this is one I remember. "SIGH"