Green Jello

God Jul

 

Wishing you peace today. 

Winter Wonderland

We had perfect snow yesterday; the kind that sticks to everything. I broke into the forest preserve by our house early, so I could photograph the snow. I don't know why, but the forest preserve is closed for the winter. I only had to climb a little fence. It was beautiful and I was the only one there, except for a Cardinal who taunted me...would have made the best picture, but I couldn't get close enough. This is the best I could do;

Walking through this was just what I needed to reset and feel good.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Glitter houses make me happy.

2/2/10 Lost!

Here is an interesting article about Lost airing on Groundhog day.

December

Hello. Let's pretend I've been updating this blog. I have a lot to say, just trying to figure out how to say it.

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A Dog Named Christmas contest.  

Mad Hatter Party

We had our Mad Hatter Halloween party this weekend and it was a lot of fun. Went a little crazy on the decorations, but everything was done cheap. I covered the chairs with different colored fabric, put white sheets on the walls and ceiling and used black lights to make everything glow.

The bar - I used some Martha Stewart labels for the bottles. Tonic glows a strange blue under a black light, so I poured some in a container and made heart shaped ice cubes.

I used images from the new Alice in Wonderland movie coming out in March and painted details with black light paint. The frames I bought at a resale store and sprayed with black light paint too.

My friend Al came up with the idea of making a deck of cards, so we sprayed cardboard white, glued on paper hearts, and used stencils for the numbers. The entire room was covered in black plastic that we bought in rolls from the hardware store.

This is the tree my friend made - out of cardboard. He is so creative. This was at the front door with a strobe light on it, so it looked like it was moving.

Over kill? Yep, but we do that. It was a lot of fun and I wish there were more pictures, but taking them with the black light proved to be almost impossible. Hope you had a great Halloween. I miss being here & I am trying. I have to figure out where Edward is going next, I lost my paper that had the names.

 
 
 
 
 

Lost in 90 days

I don't know why I can't post here, I hope it changes soon. Lost starts soon, here is a clip to get you ready;

Look, I'm a zombie!

Grief

Not sure how to write this, or if I should write it, but it could help.

I used to try to not step on cracks so my parent's wouldn't die. I know, this also signals a sort of disorder, but I did it and it didn't work. We know they will die one day, but we really don't believe it. So, how does it feel? Each death is different, so the feelings are different. For me, my Dad's death was like a kick in the stomach. Unexpected. It brought me to my knees. Perhaps if he was older or if we weren't so close, the kick would have been lighter, but this really hurt. He was the one person who "got" me. We talked every day and I felt so alone when he was gone. I would try sending messages to my friends, but they were tired of hearing about it and I can't blame them, but this didn't help. I've never told anyone this, but I used to call his voice mail at work, just so I could hear his voice. If he was reading this, he would be rolling his eyes now, saying "drama!"

I'll spare you the details, but you get that phone call, the one from the police. I lived 5 minutes away, so I was there to see him being worked on. I knew it was over when one of the paramedics stopped squeezing the oxygen bag, but they still make you go to the hospital and sit in that "room." The bad news room, with dim lighting, and lots of tissues. I went into the room with the curtain and hugged him and made a scene. I made other people cry, but all I could think of was how grateful I was his body was still warm. The funeral planning takes over and then the relatives arrive. What's odd about this time is how calm you are. People think you are fine, but I think your body just takes over and you go through the motions. It's 2-3 months after where you really break down.

I broke down; cried at work, in the car, in the aisle at Hallmark during Father's Day, in the bathtub, and I wrote my friends long, tormented emails. I consider my grief for him interrupted because 4 months later, my Mom was diagnosed with lung cancer and died in a month. I won't go into that today, but it's what makes this experience more horrible. Each anniversary is easier, but it's like a scar that never heals. I can't move on or erase what he meant to me, and I think grief books try to break it down into a plan; first you do this and then step 2, and soon all will be right. Well, it's not right. I feel incredibly lonely. I resent my husband's family, and feel they gang up on me. I've been through a year of grief therapy with a former hospice nurse, and spent months in a hospice grief group - all helped, but you are never the same. What angers me the most, is that I lost the feeling of security most people have. You don't know what it is to lose this until it's gone, but I don't believe nothing bad will happen; if someone is in the hospital, they will probably die. If we get in a car accident, death for someone. I know this is not "normal," but that is what I am left with. I do feel more compassion and an understanding for what life is about. I do forget and not appreciate things, but I think it has made me a better person overall. This may be my worst post ever, but I am not editing this because I wanted it to be free flowing thoughts. This is my day, thank you for listening.