About Laura

With five kids, one with special needs, a handsome son-in-law, a perfect grandchild (seriously, aren't ALL grandchildren perfect??), a even handsomer husband, my career as a NICU RN....what else would I be doing but juggling?

my opinions bring all the trolls to the yard

Tax Day yesterday! And like most Americans who are not part of the 1% who enjoy the 20% tax bracket and who end up owing more taxes than they paid…even if they enjoyed unemployment and under-employment during the 2014 tax year, we waited until Tax Day to officially file.

We also imagine that Janis Joplin would take the sting out of this when we drop it off at the post office. Yes, I was humming Cry Baby as I dropped it off. I stopped praying for Lord to buy me a Mercedes Benz a long time ago.

Then I see this tweet:

And, because Hillary’s campaign follows me and I felt like answering back, I did:

I had a thought, an opinion and I expressed it. Not a ringing endorsement for Mrs. Clinton. No. It’s just me stating that as I dropped my taxes off at the post office in between choruses of Cry Baby, I thought those thoughts too.

Which, of course, brought all the trolls to the yard.

Because, of course my tweet confirms that all I want is a hand out…for me…for my family…for everyone. And I am voting for Hillary too.

Trolls are discerning that way.

They also have nothing better to do with their time.

Here’s the thing dear trolls, especially the gentleman from Texas with your Broadus generalizations, although I am obviously a Democrat, I am not necessarily ready for Hillary. I like her. I like her a lot. I have always thought her to be an exceptionally smart woman. There is nothing wrong with a smart woman. Smart women are pretty awesome. But is she my candidate for 2016?

I’m not sure.

Yet.

Truthfully, I am not sure of any candidate who has so far tossed their hats into the ring. Some I can not agree with or endorse ever. Some I just don’t believe are qualified. And Hillary? I’m afraid that regardless of her qualifications what will happen will be four more years of the what we have right now. A President unable to effectively lead with a Republican Congress who have time and time again stated they will do everything in their power to insure that the President can not lead; which I can not imagine is a government for the people by the people.

Scrolling through the trolls’ timelines, it would seem that you all aren’t too happy with Boehner, McConnell, McCain and company either.

At least we can agree on that.

Sad that we can not agree to disagree.

Gird your loins, people! 2016 is going to be all kinds of ugly.

adventures not under The Big Top

It would seem that we are not the only members of the family circus making adventures and memories this weekend.

…weddings at Coachella…

Um…

So sweet, right?

Only if mom and dad are there too.

Remember that, Abigael.

Meanwhile, the neighbors are moving.

and it only took Fallon an hour to find all her fancy Fallon costumes that her mommy packed away.

Because you wear a ballgown, heels and a tiara when you are unpacking in your new home when you are Fancy Fallon.

Naturally!

And Jodie and me? We hiked up a mountain.

Actually it is A Mountain

Perfect!

Perfect morning, perfect view.

Perfect!

Lopes Up!

Forks Up!

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they break your hearts

Those beautiful, perfect, darling babies you adore? They do. Just accept it now young parents who are literally awe struck by every yawn, fart, sneeze, poopy diaper and sweet cuddly, perfect moment your perfect child shares with you while they are cute and cuddly and perfect.

It seems like it was yesterday that this golden, blonde child of mine was in preschool and brought her baby doll, Bonnie, for picture day. She and I together just yesterday recalled this moment and laughed as she described  how she, as a 4 year old, took the time that morning to dress Bonnie in that perfect, pink dress because it was picture day.  Oh my goodness! This golden, blonde baby girl of mine!

Broke my heart growing up, she did; and then she made me drive for nearly 12 hours to visit ASU for next few days where she will be going to school in the Fall as a Business Major, Dance Minor. Did I tell you that she created her own GoFundMe account to help pay the $$$$ for her college education?

She did.

She also has been working three jobs during her deferral year this year to save $$$$ for her college education.

She never had a graduation party to shamelessly solicit gifts and $$$ most high school grads do so feel free to gift her now at her GoFundMe account.

I’m still mad that she grew up even if she is incredibly smart, hard-working, bossy, talented, beautiful and the perfect 4th daughter any mother could ever ask and pray for.

::::wiping the emotional tears away::::

Time to tour the campus and the W.P. Carey School of Business.

A personal tour of the ASU Tempe campus?

Well, yeah. It’s who you know. This guy, her friend, Michael, is a pretty great tour guide.

Grateful Jodie has a couple friends here already to help her navigate starving student college life away from home because she is my baby girl. But I am still a little…perhaps a lot mad because that sweet, blonde preschooler who took her baby doll, Bonnie, to school broke my heart and grew up.

Bonnie is staying home with me!

adventures in pet sitting

When you regard a mother of five healthy, bright, engaging children, ages ranging from 28 to 13, you might imagine that this person certainly can manage the care and feeding of someone’s beloved fur-baby…

especially a cat, because, it’s a cat.

Cats do what they want, where they want. Your job is to keep the food bowl full, the litter box clean, share your lap and, if they so decide, offer a little bit of affection…not too much though…they’re not needy, pet-me-all-the-time dogs.

This can’t be hard.

Heh!

True, Albert is comfortable enough under The Big Top now to TAKE OVER our bed; but he is also relaxed enough to open doors and possibly turning on the water in the kids’ bathroom and letting it run for at least an hour or more during the night…severe California drought and family circus water conservation efforts be damned. Don’t argue with the whole he has no opposable thumbs thing because he can literally open doors!

Still he seems to be settled. He even let me pet him…once…and he is quite happy to curl up next to me when I am sleeping during the day when I am Vampira, the Night Shift Nurse. Yes, Zelda is curled up on the other side and I am waaay over-heated.

Even Zelda has settled into a playfully antagonistic almost sibling-like relationship with him…or perhaps younger auntie/older nephew relationship which seems awfully familiar as I recall my first born and my youngest sister’s relationship as they grew up. At least Zelda and Albert haven’t drawn blood…yet.

That doesn’t mean that there has not been blood.

Being the nurturing pet-sitter that I am, I gifted Albert with a lovely collar  He wears it well and I can hear him when he stalks me. Zoë warns me that it won’t last.

Of course I don’t listen or ask why.

I’m having fun pet sitting.

Easter Sunday evening came the blood. Albert decided that he had had enough with the fancy blue collar with the bell and tried to take it off getting it stuck partly in his mouth and choking him. Such a bloody mess…and a very angry, scared cat.

Naturally the 24 hour pet hospital is closed because it is Easter Sunday and this is my family and we only do things like this over holidays, vacations and out of town travel.

So Bill and I corral the frightened, angry, choking, bleeding cat, remove the collar and try to clean away the blood to figure out just how badly hurt he is and if he needs to see a vet. After a time, the blood is washed away revealing a cut nose and a lop-sided, swollen mouth…and a very angry cat piercing us with his Zoë warned you angry eyes!

Yes, she did.

This girl. This cat. This girl’s cat. This girl’s cat just might be the death of me. Thank goodness he is okay because he is this girl’s everything. Of course he makes no apology because he is a cat…and an asshole.

No one ever ask me to pet sit.

I’m serious.

because the searching is more than half the fun!

Easter is coming and more than anything else in the world, except for all the Lego Batman sets and the Lego Batman 3 WiiU game, my son wants an Easter Egg Hunt.

But wait! He hates eggs…hard boiled, over easy, sunny side up, any other way…he does not like eggs. He doesn’t want to eat them.

But he wants to hunt for them.

Because he wrote a letter to the Easter Bunny. And he is hoping for an Easter Egg Hunt.

We’ll discuss our failure as parents to make this child, living on the spectrum, who takes almost everything at face value…if the Easter Bunny is not real then is God really real later…or y’all can get in line behind this wonderful woman offering your sage advice on raising a child with special needs because you have already successfully done just that. Later.

Right now this kid wrote a most sincere letter to a bunny rabbit and is hoping for an Easter Egg hunt come Sunday morning..

So I consult Oh Mighty Pinterest and…

YES!

Of course I realize that this is an Easter Egg Hunt for your hubby...which serves to remind me that not only have I mom-failed but most definitely wife-failed too.

Whatever Pinterest!

I’m taking this idea and working it for me, for my son, because it’s Easter and he believes in the Easter Bunny and he wants to hunt eggs.

Hunt eggs he shall!

You thought that I would make this easy?

Heh!

It’s going to be fun. Really.

There will be New Testament talk too, I assure you…imagine any Big Bang Theory Penny ~ Sheldon dialogue and don’t judge…unless you are living a life on the spectrum too.

It’s his life, on his time, and it is more than okay.

The hunt will come in two days, as Easter Egg hunts do.