Sunday crappy Sunday

Well, today was just a stink hole of a day. Brett had seizures for about 18 hours. He finally was able to get to sleep about noon today, totally wiped out from the stress.

We're having a neighborhood garage sale next weekend, so we were going through Brett's old toys. Some of the toys were barely played with. It was back when he was two and losing his skills. He wasn't able to sit up anymore, but we were determined to continue buying him toys that a typical two year old would want. Yes, we were in denial. But, some of these toys were ones that he thoroughly enjoyed. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had not thought about these toys in years. They had been boxed up in Brett's unfinished play/therapy room, away from my eyes. Seeing them today brought up feelings that I have avoided and/or ignored for quite a while. I could not stop crying! It was so painful. But, I got through it, and realized that I really needed a good one. It wore me out, but somehow I felt better.

I also found out today that a high school friend of mine lost her husband to an aneurysm back in early February. He was only 38. My friend grew up without a father due to his early death. Now, she and her four children will have to live without their husband/father. I feel awful for her.

Life lessons - God's way way of pruning the vine. But damn, it is painful to endure.

Classy

It has been suggested that I move past my love for farting and add something new to my blog. I feel your pain; however, sometimes when I am alone with just me and my farts, I feel so nice. Almost pretty. And they really make me laugh. It goes all the way back to high school when we would stretch before before baseball practice. Ripping some choice biscuits was my way of loosening up the team. Hey, they voted me co-captain, so I've got that going for me. My friend Chris even went so far as to buy me a fart-o-nator a couple of weeks ago to entertain myself when I ran out of farts. Classy!

My sister claims to have married a younger version of me. I am so happy for her. We get along great, my brother-in-law and me. We cut the sound down on the t.v. and make up new conversations. We call each other on the phone and make gay innuendo jokes. I couldn't have picked a better one myself. He even taught my niece to say "Hey, lets have a fart contest." I'm so proud.

We've had a rough time of it lately. Brett just can't seem to get past these painful kidney stones and UTI's. I have prayed hundreds of times to switch places with him. I would love for him to have at least one "typical" day on earth. I don't really know what else to say here that wouldn't bring you to tears. So, I'll just get back to being stupid and ignore that for now.