Progress

While it is not going as fast as I’d hoped, there has been a lot of progress! The ugly, faux, 1970’s paneling is gone! Upon tearing it out, we discovered their was no insulation behind it! So we put some insulation boards under the new drywall.  The house is built into a hill (it looks like a one story from the front, but a two story from the back), so I don’t know if it’s just all in my head or what, but it feels warmer than it has ever been down there.  I’ve even gotten most of the mudding done.  I only have two more joints to mud and sand, then we can start prepping for paint!

Besides the drywall going up, DH scraped down the ugly textured ceiling. The boys helped with the demo, scraping/washing the ceiling, mud a few joints, and learned how to replace outlets. Diva opted to help out with household chores upstairs instead, which freed me up to work more downstairs. We also had the back door replaced. If you follow me on social media, you saw that Peanut Butter managed to crash through the existing sliding glass door.  The dog is fine. She went through the glass so fast, she did not even get cut up, just a little bump on her head. The door, however, was shattered. So, Thompson Creek to the rescue! Now we have a beautiful French door that opens to the sun room.

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DH also spent a lot of time fixing up the workroom area in the back, getting things organized so it’s easier to find what we need when need it. We still have plenty of work to do. I need to finish mudding & taping the drywall joints. We need to patch the wall and a few spots on the ceiling. Wash everything down, and clean up the brick. Do a few things in the bedroom in the back, the paint, and finally replace the carpet. Then we can work on the bathroom, mini-kitchen/laundry room, and sun room. We still have some reno projects that need to be done upstairs as well, plus the general maintenance around the house. So there is plenty to keep us going!

Starting over.

Wow. I’ve prolly written a million blog posts in my head over the last few weeks.  I’m still trying to catch up with my flickr uploads….  so much has happened I’m not sure where to start…

So…  yea. There was this.  Then this.  It’s pretty obvious I have a problem. So I went and got my labs drawn for that Thyroid test.  Hoping I’d get the Synthroid and have the same results as last time.

My thyroid level came back – perfectly normal.  The short version of the story is that my doc gave me a high dose of Vitamin D to take once a week, and Celexa.  I took the vitamin D alone that night, and the next morning, I felt great! I looked around and saw everything that I had let slide, and just got to work. I had energy!  I wasn’t happy…  but I wasn’t down either… I just… was.  The vitD seemed to do the trick, but by the end of the week, I was really worn out, and down.  Not a big problem, I figured I’d take the next dose and get the same bump.  So when time came, last Monday, I took the next dose.  Instead of a big energy high, I slid very quickly back down the hill.  The roller coaster of emotion ran completely off the track yesterday.  It was not pretty.

So I prayed.  I’d reached a point where I needed help.  That’s when God reminded me of the Celexa.  I was hoping to stay off anti-depressants.  But I couldn’t handle the wild emotional swings anymore.  so I took one last night.

Dude.

Today was the best day I’ve had in…  I don’t even know how long, it’s been that long.  I didn’t loose my cool at all.  I laughed.  I haven’t laughed in a while.  I laughed so hard this morning because of this guy:

Funny Boy

“Hey mom!  Know what my shirt says?” he says to me with the biggest smirk ever.

He looks down at his chest, and reads,
“Labtuf!”

Dude… This kid cracks me up.

Still alive

Yes, I am still alive.

Truthfully, I just haven’t had the energy to blog lately.  I think I’ve probably written about a dozen blog posts in my head, but when I open my browser… Nothing.

Seems I’m going through a down time.  If you’ve been following my blog for any length of time, you know this happens to me, a lot.  I have a tendency to get all stressed out and then depression creeps in.  Trouble sleeping, compounded by trouble focusing & lack of energy…  Well… It’s not pretty.  Once that happens, I just quit blogging for a while…  then eventually, I come back, do a massive therapeutic dump session, and voila!  I’m back on the road to recovery.

The one thing that always seems to bring me out of these funks is my music.  I have everything from Just Passing Thru to Rihanna, Kirk Franklin to P!nk, Kutless to Gwen Stefani.  I love music.

Music

My dad loved music too.  It’s hard to believe it’s been two years since he died.  My daughter will never forget “Baby Makes Stink-pot” – my dad’s ad-lib version of the Berenstain Bear’s book, Baby Makes Five.  The other day, my sister announced she’s pregnant.  I’m incredibly happy for her, but it just doesn’t seem fair that her child will never know the man who had such a profound impact on everyone he met, but wasn’t afraid to play barbies with his little girls.

Dad saved my wedding.  I lost the ring I was to give, and we couldn’t find it.  I was having a panic attack about it, when my Dad pulled the ring off his own hand and gave it to me.  “Use this, ” he said as he kissed my forehead.  Then he walked me down the aisle.

I miss you Daddy.

Grampa Reads to Us

Daddy's Special Remedy

Dad's Special Remedy

Two days after this, the kids started dropping like flies.  First thePinkDiva woke up in the middle of the night with croup.  Then BigBoy started hacking just before bed the next day.  By last night, everyone was hacking and coughing. Years ago, my DH taught me a home remedy passed down through generations on his side of the family.  Put Vick’s Vaporub on your feet, chest, & nose before bed.  While I’d heard about putting it on the chest before, I’d never heard of putting it on feet before.  But we do it now, and we call it “Daddy’s Special Remedy.”

So… yea. I really haven’t had much time or energy for blogging lately.  But I have been taking photos.  I’ve even kept up with Project 365 for the most part, even writing notes in the captions of some of the photos.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to get into a routine and keep my head above water.

There goes my heart.

There goes my heart

Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I’m gonna cry
Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things would never change
And *he was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye.
-Rascall Flatts, “Here Comes Goodbye”

One last hug

We miss him already.  But, in the words of the great Gloria Gaynor, we will survive.  The time will fly, and before long he will back here with us.

I love this man.

I've been busy…

Well, I’ve been blogging, ALOT.  Just not here.  Check out Conserva-Kat, my political blog.

I’ve also been busy around the house.  You see, I lost my focus about a month ago.  I just could not concentrate on anything for a long period of time.  One day, I looked around at all the clutter that had built up over the last few months while I was off my feet.  Maybe this was the source of my distraction, and really… I’d had enough… So, I went on a huge cleaning kick and cleaned out three closets, the office, kitchen, living room, & my bedroom.  Clutter was evicted!

I also painted my bathroom.  Finally.  It’s the last room in the house to be re-done since we moved in.  Took us almost 2 years to get to it, but it’s done.  I got all artsy even, and took a bunch of photos to put up in frames in the bathroom.  This one is my fav:

Shaving Cream

Check out the whole set here.

So…  yea.  I’ve been busy.  But hopefully things will settle back down around here and I will find my focus again.

Thankful for my mobility & mojo

Yes, I’m mobile again! Well, mostly anyway. The foot is still pretty sore, but that’s to be expected.  I mean, hello! I had a chunk of bone loped off! Of course it’s going to be just a tad bit sore for a while.  /sarcasm

But I’m able to get around pretty good.  to the point that the crutches have stood, untouched in my room for over two weeks now.  Awesome.  If you are the sort who likes stitches, scabs, & scars, feel free to check out the last photo of my stitches, the shot of the scabbed over incision, and the more recent shot of my lovely scar.

On another note, you may have noticed the tumbleweeds blowing through the ol’ blog here.  Yup, it’s been a while since I updated regularly.  I assure you, the bloggy break was not planned, but rather, the result of a massive creative block.  I’m talking everything was so blocked up, it really wasn’t funny. I couldn’t write, I couldn’t scrap, even my photography suffered.  When it came to being creative, there just wasn’t anything there.

Then, I had to make cupcakes for my son’s birthday celebration.  Thankfully my mom was here, because I was very close to a breakdown over the fact that I just could not come up with any faces that looked remotely like the Star Wars characters my son wanted.  But Gramma swooped in and just started creating anything. I watched her shape a rose out of fondant, then a bear shape.  For her, it was like working with clay.  Slowly ideas formed, and before long, I had the cookie cutters out, and cut out letters to form my son’s name, and a train to put on the cupcakes.  Gramma made a Yoda head & decorated the train, and by that time, GeekBoy had joined us, and began making his own creations, swearing that the globs of multi-colored frosting resembled clone troopers and battle droids.  Then I got inspired for an R2D2 head.

This year's R2D2 cupcake

And now, the creative block in my brain seems to be lifted.  At least, I can write, and take photos again.  Just in time as I have a pretty big Christmas project I’m working on that requires quite a bit of creativity, and I’m up against a deadline.  *S*