Meh. I feel really weird and done with a lot of things.
Is it possible to take a break from life when you don’t even have a life?
Kenley insists that Harper says “panguin” instead of penguin because I say panguin.
I do not.
As always, super excited about this new voxbox! Thanks @influenster! #violetvoxbox
I just remembered that we have the office Christmas party and the dress code is business casual and what does that even mean. If you think I own anything remotely close to that, you’re crazy.
I had no intention on going to this thing but someone bought tickets for us to go. It was nice of them and all, considering those tickets were kind of expensive for a party… But I haaaaate these things.
I’m no good at story telling, but this is important to me.
My mom has had this friend for most of her life. Her name was le-ann. She wasnt a perfect lady, but she always looked out for us. Her brother Todd did too. I guess my mom dated him on and off for a lot of my childhood. He was the closest thing to a father figure in our lives at the time.
I could write a long paragraph full of stories and ways they impacted our lives. I’ll spare you.
Mom ended up severing ties with them soon after we left her care for the last time. We didn’t see them for years until I got a phone call from one of mom’s friends in 2007. She wanted me to tell mom that Todd had died. That was my first funeral. Watching le-ann cry that day hurt my heart so much. Walking up to that casket and seeing his face for the last time hurt my heart. Watching his body be lowered into the grave next to his little baby girl who died just a few years before hurt my heart.
Mom ended up living with le-ann for a few months after that. I went to visit once or twice. Kait and I saw le-ann in Todd’s old room one night. She invited us in. He still had our baby pictures in his nightstand. She told us stories of how his ex girlfriends would get jealous and felt like he couldn’t let go of mom because of it. It had nothing to do with mom.
Le-ann gave us both a pair of his pajama pants and these silly shot glasses. I have worn holes in the pajama pants. There is light blue paint on the right leg on them from when I painted Harper’s nursery. The shot glass got pushed in a cabinet. I thought I lost it on my move to California. I mourned the loss of it. I accepted that I was gone.
Until Kenley found it today. I almost cried tears of joy. I have never wanted to hug that man so much in my life.
There was a base wide holiday party at one of the aircraft hangars. It started snowing on us while we waited for santa to pull up on a u-2. (The picture is of the grinch terrorizing the elves who “flew” in on a mc-12) she wanted to go see santa until it was our turn… So now I have a picture with santa somewhere on the Internet.
We left soon after santa because Harper went into meltdown mode. Don’t blame her. It was chilly. We drove her around to see some snow in the warmth of the truck.
If only they put this base 15 miles to the east. Or maybe I need to talk Kenley into moving off base. It’s so much prettier that direction.