I've been absent for about two weeks.
Swine flu and bipolar are the culprits.
I am hoping that things are going to start looking up. Any day.
Swine flu is gone. I'm afraid bipolar is here to stay.
I love this time of year, before it gets really cold, and while it's not really hot.
This year somehow I missed the leaves falling from the trees.
Now they are mostly just on the ground. How do you miss something like that?
I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas and hoping that my family can
get together without a lot of drama.
We invited my kids father and his wife to come and stay with us at some point during Christmas. I don't think they are going to, but I know the kids are hoping they do.
Really I'm just hoping to get to Thanksgiving with all of our children still with us.
And then to Christmas. And then Valentines Day. And then Easter. You get the point.
I want to tell you guys funny stories. Not depressing ones. I want to write about being happy. Not about blah my life sucks. I want to tell you how amazing my children are and not how I'm afraid one of them is going to slit their wrists. I want to tell you how we are going to adopt a beautiful baby girl and not how I'm afraid we'll lose her in a couple of months.
I hate, hate, hate this dreary stuff. It makes me think of the leaves on the ground, already changing from green to beautiful shades of orange and red and missing that. Missing that beauty in life....only seeing them already dead and already on the ground. Makes me realize how much of life we miss sometimes. Not that I would change it for the world. My son being alive is more important than the leaves falling from trees. Watching P grow from that tiny infant into a little person is more important than the leaves changing colors. ...Doesn't mean I don't miss it. Doesn't mean that I don't realize sometimes life keeps going even though you feel like you are stopped dead in your tracks.
I read other blogs for the first time today. I've read a few here and there in the past couple of weeks, but I read a lot today. And I laughed. I smiled. It made me feel good. And I have to get myself back into that habit and back into writing about the good stuff. In fact, since it is getting close to Thanksgiving, I think I'll start writing about who or what I'm thankful for.
Get ready. I'm coming back.
This is what our family looks like: two women and their 5 kids. Don't like it? Don't read it!
J & T
This is us. We've been together for 3 years. Our life is not always perfect, we have our "issues", but we've made it work! It's hard to be who we are, living in the Bible Belt, but we get through it. We are who we are, we love who we love. The way we see it is that if you don't like it, then don't come around us! We have four great kids, a beautiful lil mutt named Charlie who chews on our clothes when we aren't looking, two crazy cats named Maui and Beckat, and the cutest little distructive puppy named Budha that I say I want to kill daily. We are also licensed to be foster parents and will list our foster children as our children. You just don't get to see their faces!
The first.
It's crazy the way it turned out, but each of our kids are 4 years apart. This is our oldest child. S. He is 23, has a full-time job and has a place of his own. He's grown into a pretty responsible guy!
The second.
Don't let this beautiful face fool you. C has been a handful! But overall he's a great kid, growing up to be a great man. A year ago I wouldn't have said this, but now I can.... I'm proud of him!
The third.
D. Talk about handful! This boy is one big ball of emotion, typical Cancer! Other than being 15 and in full.blown.puberty. D is a great kid. Very respectful and polite! And gorgeous!
The fourth.
Those blue eyes are mesmerizing, aren't they? They take the focus off of the horns coming out of that pretty blonde hair! This is J. Our 11 year old, what we thought was our baby. She is a hard worker and is such a great big sister!
The fifth.
J-man is a foster child. A foster child whom we have fallen in love with but never got the priveledge of having him in our home. But that's okay. We still love him. We still consider him "ours".
The sixth.
Rocks
My Very Own Stalkers!
My Peeps
Blogs I Stalk
Blog Archive
Don't kill me Drey.....
Jadie Bug
The Princess
My music
4 comments:
I look forward to more posts from you. I need to do the same. Life is life, the good and the bad. Even the boring can sometimes be good, because at least it's not an extreme. Have a great weekend!
I hope things get better for you, illness and all. I do understand the writing about the good stuff and I agree. Sometimes I use mine to write about not so good only because it is my venting and sometimes helps to get it out there and get others opinions. So write as you wish, good or bad and I will continue coming to your blog. I do enjoy reading your posts. :-)
We all want to write about the joys in our life. But the fact is, sometimes its not all rainbows and roses. We write blogs to share our lives with people we care about. And sometimes we just really need to share our pain as well. Its how we cope, its how we feel we are not alone. Its how we reach out and show people that we are human. I am possitive all your readers, all your friends care very much about every aspect of your life. So dont feel bad about sharing the feelings you arent so proud of. We all need someone to listen. Love you Jill. You are forever my friend.
Gee, I read the other comments and see how encouraging they are...perhaps I should not be so shallow by saying "I sure hope I make the list of things you are thankful for". :)
What drew me to your blog in the first place was your honesty about life, about where you were/are in it. Don't change that...ever. It is that part of you, the one that is willing to be vulnerable, that I have come to know and love so much! I am blessed to have you in my life!
Love you E2W JB!
Cher Bear
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