nothing of substance

He's yawning, really, but doesn't he look like he's screeching or laughing or something.

Jack, the fat boy.

how we spent the last week without Bubba

converting this:

into this:

Bubba's own racing themed bathroom. Total cost: about a hundred bucks, and a week of our own labor. Not pictured: some stickers on the wall, the new toilet seat and fuzzy cover. We also added a new towel rack, toilet paper holder, hand towel hook and bathrobe hook, all in silver.

W and I managed this project without killing each other, which is utterly surprising. I somewhat enjoyed it, but it would have been better if he wasn't injured. I didn't mind doing the majority of it, including the actual ripping up of the nasty carpet, but the pain made him grumpy and if I wasn't doing something exactly as he described it, he got upset.

We MAY put the leftover floor in the laundry room, but that would be a bigger pain, since it would have to get done in like one day, since I have no place to put my appliances other than on the back porch (which is tiny) in order to empty the room. We'd probably call in my dad as back up, and it all depends on if there is enough floor left to actually do it.

Best news of the day: BUBBA COMES HOME TONITE!!!!!

Lemme know what y'all think of the new room. I'm worried, because since we painted our bathroom purple, he's been saying he wants HIS bathroom purple, too. He has no clue we did this, it's his surprise when he comes home from vacation. Lord help me, let him like it.

limbo

I'm not really capable of forming the words I need right now. My mind, my life, my world is just in a state of confusion, worry and fear. Without getting into all the nitty gritty, Workers Comp is releasing W saying there is nothing else they can do for him. We know we'll have to file for disability, and we know we'll get denied and have to fight for it. I don't have that fight in me anymore. We know a settlement is on the horizon, but don't know how much, and once his weekly checks stop I have no clue how I'm going to pay the bills. If I'm away for longer than usual, it's because I just can't deal. I'm having a hard time dealing as it is. I see W slipping farther and farther away from himself every day and I fear I'll never have the real him back.

I also miss Bubba fiercely, he's still in PA.

camping pics

Because I don't feel like writing, here's some pics.

The beautiful Lana. She's about 13 months old now.

My handsome Bubba.

Bubba, Aunt Mitch (nickname for Michelle) and Uncle M

The silly booger butt with Mitch.

Bubba and his new best friend, M's new girlfriend's son. He's bigger but not older, and Bubba is a bit slouched in this pic.

Bubba insisted I take one of myself, and since it isn't horrible I'm posting it.

The brothers, W and Hoser (Mitch's hubby, the little brother.)

At the fair, on a ride, such an awesome smile.

MERRY GO ROUND!!!

drunken blogging

To sum up:

Vacation kicked ass, with the exception of how much gas cost us up and back.

life now sucks ass, thanks to W's injury and workers comp bullshit.

I'm drunk. Drowning my sorrows in hard iced tea. Short term solution I know, but whatever.


Hope ya'll are faring better.

peace out ( hahahah that sounds so lame.)

road trippin'

Okay, so hey. Real quick. Hope everyone has a great fourth of July. I'll be out of town from tomorrow night until like Monday sometime. No computer. Will be in withdrawal, but whatever.

Pray we get there (and home) safely, as we're hauling the camper behind us, and we've never taken it long distances before. To say I'm worried is an understatement.

Things have been so so around the homefront. Bills are piling up and that's stress. W's health hasn't been great, and that's stress. Work sucks and that's stress. So the vacation is much needed, but also an additional cause of stress. It would be so nice to not have money problems, health problems, etc. etc. I'm trying to remember that others are much worse off, but when this is MY reality it's still hard.

We'll be camping, and having fires and cooking on the fires and maybe fishing (oh I hope so) and who knows what else.

We'll also be leaving Bubba for his summer visitation with the inlaws. at least a week, maybe two. The quiet is going to kill us, that's for sure. I'm so wrapped up in being mama when I'm home, I swear we don't know how to really be a couple anymore.

Anyway. Hope you all are fine. Have a great holiday however you celebrate it.