OSU vs. Michigan

THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY

Need I say more?

The Klutz Strikes Again

Every one in my family knows what a klutz I am.  I think Brett is starting to learn this very quickly.  Last night I was upstairs “picking up” my office (couldn’t see the floor with all the crap I had thrown on it).  I decided to go downstairs to watch some TV.  I have been going down these steps for the last 6 months without a problem.  As I proceeded down them (in the dark, I must add), I missed one right before the landing.

Brett came to see if I was alright and checked it out.  He helped me down the steps to the couch where I elevated it.  When it was time to go upstairs to bed, he followed me up.  As soon as I took my sock off he said it was swollen and black and blue.  He asked me if I iced it.  Hello – you were sitting next to me downstairs.  Did you see me ice it?  No.  My response was the nurse didn’t tell me to.  He said he figured after all the falls I had taken in my life I would know to ice it.

I feel like I am marrying my mother.  She is a nurse and when it came to one of us getting hurt she basically told us to shake it off.  It took her a week to get my nose check when I broke it the first time (and then I had to have surgery to reset the darn thing).  So now I am limping around on a bum foot and have been told I am not allowed to go down the stairs without turning the lights on!

The Other Family

My parents divorced when I was 2.  Not a big deal – it was for the good of all especially me.  My dad could take me whenever he wanted; there was never a set schedule as to when he could see me.  He always had me for Christmas Eve and for part of Easter.  He would take me to my grandmother’s where we would spend the day with my aunts and their families.

My dad died of lung cancer when I was 13 years old.  It was the summer before I started the 8th grade.  My grandmother (his mother) died 8 months later of cancer also.  After that I lost all communications with his side of the family until my aunt called me when I was 16 years old to tell me that my other aunt had passed away.  I attended the wake and funeral and that was pretty much the last time I have see or spoken to any of them.

I have tried numerous times to contact them.  First when I graduated from high school.  No response.  Next when I got my undergrad.  No response.  Masters degree – no response.  Okay, you would think I would get the hint but no.  I figured I would try again one last time.  I sent them a “Save the Date” magnet for my wedding.  I actually got a response but not the one that I thought I would get.

Last night we got our first and only “Return to Sender” out of the 100+ magnets I sent out.  It was addressed to my uncle (care of his son and daughter-in-law).  On the envelope it said “Return to Sender – Deceased”.  I didn’t know what to do or say.  First of all, I put a letter in all of them that indicated to contact me by calling or emailing me if there were any changes or anything was incorrect.  Don’t you think they would call or email this information to me?  Secondly, why the hell did they not contact me when he died?  

It is apparent that this family doesn’t care about me.  I don’t know what I ever did to them.  I tried to keep in contact but I don’t think it is up to a 13 year old girl to have to make all the effort.  16 years later I am still making the effort.  I will send the wedding invitations but I am 99.9% sure they will not come.  After that I am done trying.  This is the last time I make any attempt to contact them.

I am treated with more love from my stepfather and his family than I ever was from my own family (with the exception of my dad).  Heck, my in-laws-to-be treat me better than my own family.  Their loss not mine.

Home Sick

I recently moved from the area I grew up in my whole life to a completely new city and state.  Why?  I fell in love with a United States Army Captain and decided to take him up on his proposal for marriage.  So I packed up my car with what I could fit in it and drove from Cleveland, OH to Stafford, VA.

I am not complaining about the move.  It was a good decision for me.  If I hadn’t done it I probably would never have moved out of my parents’ house.  (Not that there is anything wrong with that but when you hit 30 it sort of cramps your style and theirs.)  I also love to go to new places and this is definitely a new place for me (along with all the military bases).  What is my problem then?  I miss out on all the fun stuff that happens back home.

For example, next week is Thanksgiving and Wednesday night is the most popular night for going out.  One of my friends who also lives out of town wanted to get a bunch of people together to go out and have a good time.  I unfortunately can’t go because it is a 7 hour drive home and we don’t know what time we are going to be able to leave Virginia.

Also, a bunch of my work friends are going out after the office closes to celebrate a co-worker getting engaged.  Guess what – I can’t make that either for the exact same reason I can’t go out with my friends (since I still work for the same company I did in Cleveland I have the same coworkers).  

My solution to this is that for Thanksgiving and Christmas we should get the whole month off.  This way everyone can be with their families and friends from their hometowns.  That isn’t asking too much.

Bumper Stickers of the World

Have you ever taken the time to read some of the bumper stickers on the back of people’s cars?  As we were driving back up from North Carolina we saw a bumper sticker that said “Satan is a nerd”.  What the heck does that mean?  Does this person like or dislike Satan?  I am not really sure where this one is going.

This morning I was catching up on my Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader calendar (as I do every morning along with my Fact or Crap calendar) and low and behold the topic was bumper stickers.  I figured I would share them with anyone who is reading this.  Here we go….

• Forget About World Peace – Visualize Using Your Turn Signal!


• I ARE ILLETERATE AND I VOTE


• So Many Cats, So Few Recipes


• I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.


• JESUS IS COMING…LOOK BUSY.


• VEGETARIAN: Indian Word for “Lousy Hunter”


• Don’t Like My Driving? Then Quit Watching Me.

I must admit I like the last one the best.  I am sure no one liked how we were driving this weekend.  But it was fun so who cares!!!

Pain in the Heart Part II

So I am not dying (at least not yet).  The nurse practitioner that I say said I have irritated the muscles in my chest which have caused them to become inflamed.  She gave me an anti-inflammatory to take for the next 2 weeks and wants to run some other lab tests even though my EKG was fine.

HOWEVER, she did mention that with all the changes I have endured over the last 6 months, the planning of the wedding and my issues with Brett and his “computer friends” I am probably suffering with some anxiety..  She suggested I go to see someone to talk about these issues and then come back to see her in about a month.  This way she can prescribe me something if it is deemed necessary.