Changes (Not the David Bowie Kind)

Changes (Not the David Bowie Kind)

In the weeks to come and while I am still trying to stretch my legs, you will see changes to my little blog that could.

Design changes….I know that I am making a much bigger deal about this than most, but I have an idea in my head that I can’t express at the moment. So please bear with me.

Content changes, I’m not really sure where this section is going but, ‘eh while I’m at it might as well.

I am also hoping that when I head up to philly in may, for a blog boot camp that I become much more inspired. As well as new ideas to share with all of you. (you know the three readers that I might still have)

So be on the lookout…changes to come

Brushing the dust of….

Brushing the dust of….

Hello?
Hello?
Hello….is this thing on? Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone out there?

Now that we are well on our way moving briskly through 2012, I need to pick myself up and brush the dust off. Working on the missing, reminding myself not to be too hard when the last little thing just can’t be completed today.

Working on setting down a routine that will work no matter what is going on around me. Setting down the soundtrack for that will help….yes I am one that works better with a soundtrack. Always have always will.

I have quite a bit of icky-ness to work through, that is what this soul search is all about. Making sure that all that are with me make it to the other side unscathed. (crossed fingers)

I do promise that I will be more attentive, Decembers and Januarys just aren’t good for me. There is no better way to say that to you, it just is what it is.

I am planning on doing some changes to this blog, I still teeter with public, not public but we will see.

I will be back very very soon…..

Sounding Board Reminder

Sounding Board Reminder

I just wanted to remind the lurkers of my life, this includes all aspects of my life. That this is my sounding board.

I promise that I will bore you with my day to day dealings, I will keep some things private but for the most part I will be an open book. Ask questions if you have them, I may not always answer them here but I will get back to you.

The other thing is that I will always keep the people in my life semi private. There names will be alias’ and there may be things that just remain private.

I promise that from time to time this may even feel like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.

I’m an Auntie!

I’m an Auntie!

This is not real news to most, I am an Aunt to many littles. Boys and Girls but none are blood related, that used to not matter to me. You see there are only two kids in my family, myself and my brother. There is a 10 year difference between the two of us, so you see I have waited quite a bit for Figgie.

I will tell you that I do not love any of my nieces or nephews any differently, but it makes me finally feel like I am an Auntie. I would not change the relationships that I have with any one of them. Well maybe, that I could see them every day, just to give them a big hug and a kiss and remind them that I do love them.

Figgie finally came into the world last week and out of respect of her parents that is what she will remain being called here in blog-land. She looks like both of her parents. She has brought me back to the day her father was born. I remember that my mom walked and walked that night of the full moon and finally our baby was ready. A whopping 10 pounds ready, he was the best thing ever. I loved (love) him from the moment I saw him and now I am lucky enough to be able to see him love figgie that very same way.

Figgie already knows that I love her, I was able to tell her very quietly right in her ear. Smooch her little cheek, check to make sure (just for myself) that she had 10 fingers and 10 toes. She and I are already fast friends, she cuddled right up and went to sleep.

I just had to share the news with all of you.

Happy Anniversary~Hubs!

Happy Anniversary~Hubs!

On the eve of our second anniversary I think back to all the years of the past. Yes, years…many know quite a bit of the dirt, quite a bit of the distance that he and I have been through. We have been together for 12 years, married for 2 years.

I am the Lucy to his Ricky, he is the straight man in our duo. He is the most level headed person in our duo. TRUST ME ON THAT ONE! He is a rock that holds steady in times of doubt. He is the master of the snarky one-liner. Most of all he is loved, so loved that sometimes it hurts to breathe.

You will come to know the hubs as we walk our journeys together. One thing that I can share he does have the flare for romance….the day we met he was told that my very favorite song of all time is “Into The Mystic” by Van Morrison. Fast forward many years, to a day of my craziness, my downright nutters, sobbing I say,” All couples without a song end up broken up.” Over course he smiles and says then we must have a song, he picks a random list of songs. All of them off the list one by one, I pull myself together and say We’re DOOMED and walk into target. He waits in the car. As I get into the car and Van is singing, how he won’t fear it and wants to rock my gypsy soul. I say to the then STGCS (the pre-hubs) I love this song too bad this can’t be it. He smiles and says why not? It was the first thing I ever learned about you. I hear it and it makes me think of you, no matter where I am. IT’S PERFECT! It is perfect for us….So again I say STGCS/HUBS, Thank you for letting me rock your gypsy soul.

…And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic.Van Morrison~Live Into the Mystic

The day is coming….

The day is coming….

Tomorrow is a day unlike any other for me. The only thing that I have absolute control over at the moment.

Backstory:
October is breast cancer awareness month and LRC always celebrates it with a tshirt. This year of course coming up with the idea a challenge was born. So with all the crazy in my life in it’s current state, I decided to post a challenge to our fans on facebook as well as our email list and wouldn’t ya know….it worked. I had decided that I would shave my head for the cause as well as make a donation to a breast cancer charity. Well, the hubs first reaction was not what I expected and he begged me not to shave my head. Just get another tattoo instead. Funny thing about those tattoos, some people myself included, think they are very personal and didn’t want to give that my control to our fans. Hubs said no, no you decide what you are getting and where just offer that. Then the bright idea was to give two tiers, a tattoo and a shaved head. Off and running we went.
Straight out of the box our close friends with football joined in the purchasing and family did as well.
Interesting thing is that no one questioned it. Is just for kicks? Do you know someone? Nothing…..that did surprise me. By the 15th day we had hit the first mark and it was rolling fast towards the second. We hit the head shave on the 27th at a Breast Cancer fundraiser. I couldn’t believe it I was shocked and stunned.
So on the eve of the head shave, yes, there are a few survivors that I am doing this for and a very special person that lives in my heart everyday. Unfortunately, my grandmother did not survive, but she lives within all of our hearts. I miss her terribly everyday. Hopefully, with enough awareness we can detect it early so that we only have survivors.

Waiting….Wishing…Hoping…Praying….

Waiting….Wishing…Hoping…Praying….

I have to say at this point I’m a bit nervous.

Your first question is (I’m sure) “Hey Gyp, why are you worried?”

Well….our fan challenge is really happening, I am going bald. It’s for a great cause that I know and it is hair that will grow back. It’s just I’m going to be bald.

After the initial shock it will be great, it’s only an ounce of what all of our Pink Warriors have to go through. I will be able to do it.

I plan on documenting the whole journey….hope you stick around.

Thank you, S

Thank you, S

Thank you, S bebe. For just being you.
For choosing the right people to be friends with. For having a loving heart.
Thank you for taking a stand at school and doing the right thing.
I could not be more proud of you for being secure with yourself and defending someone at school that was being bullied.

You are a wonderful warm-hearted young lady…

I love you very much

Momma