Review

I am truly horrible about uploading, formatting, blah blah photos.  So, lucky for Iris Jewelry Design, there are photos on Etsy of what I want to tell everyone I love!

My husband is the not-shopper kind of guy, and ever more, the can't-keep-a-secret-to-save-his-life dude.  Well, on 2/14/11, he did both.  I (insert the photos I don't upload here) opened two beautifully wrapped packages where inside, I found two beautiful necklaces.  It is now a month+ and these are daily wears.  The crafts(wo)manship is amazing.  They are perfect to a tee.  The lotus flower is my fav because I love how the chain is hung beautifully on separate leaves.

It is honestly, a unique, answer questions and say thanks all of the time kind of piece... now who wouldn't want that?!? 

This necklace I love just as dearly.  "The concept of a tree of life as a multi branched tree illustrating the idea that all life on earth is related has been used in science, religion, philosophy, mythology, and other areas."  To me, it brings a sense of peace and love.  Family.  My family, and those in my world who feel the connection I feel as well.

Please take a look at the fab finds there are... And, "like' her facebook page, to score some great deals!

I have been..

Doing a lot of thinking... Doing a lot of thought thinking.  Actual soul searching-and the meaning for that differs with everyone... This is not a a subject I care to take on EVER.  But, seriously, how hard is it to be a "step"mom"?!?  Well, the answer is fucking.  That's how.  And, not because of me, or her, or the others.  It just plain is.  How many second guesses do I have?  How many times do I wonder if it is okay to say "No" or "Maybe" in the exact manner that I would my own vaginally born?  Well-It is NOT.  Everything about being a mommy to a non vag kid is different and tough, and yet, still, so much is it often, NOT, and equally filled with love.

My heart on this is going to end here, I will speak about my Saturday.  I saw two of my babies.  I call them mine, when it will always be the farthest from the truth that are they.  I was simply lucky enough to know their Mom's and Dad's :)  They are some beautiful babies that I have had the pleasure to meet, and love it all.  I envelope every second of it.  To see them, is sadly, but so happily (does that even make sense?!?) as exciting as meeting my own.  Okay.  It isn't.  I must say my girls have provided the best moments of my life.  It surely is hard to admit that there have been such close seconds.  But, I thank those families who have let me come to be with them....  It is more than a thank you.

Again?!?

It's so ridiculous how many posts that I have saved because I am awaiting for the perfect pictures to complete my words...  And, yet tonight, I have another, however, (how many freakin' commas can I use!!!) post that will probably not make sense to most...  And, many may not agree.

My favorite Aunt died when I was in high school.  She committed suicide.  She shot her self in the head.  I swear she haunted my bedroom for years, to the point that I could not sleep without my bedroom light on.  As ironic as it may sound, and as shitty as I may portray one of the best men on this planet-my twin brother-I could not sleep without the loud music of the now terrible Dashboard Confessional's Chris Carraba's "Sleep With All The Lights On".

I more than hate that I happen to be the Ultimate Bearer of Bad News to my husband.  It was just 9 months ago I read on facebook his first sweetheart died, and then I have to go ahead and tell him shitty news again.  (Not so funny thing is...) I say "Oh my..."  Nora says  "What??" And then I have to say "I think I may have to tell Daddy something bad... I'm not sure yet"...  Well, I did.  And, yeah, it sucked.  The bad news I had to present last summer rolled itself over to today when I had to tell him the last "bad" news I told him was that the last bad news (his first sweetheart, FYI)'s mother died.  Blah.   Barf.   And a much needed what the four-letter-word.

I am so sick of death and dying, and more than sick of being the wife of bad news.... I mean, really???  WTF?!?  It made my brain spill in too many directions.

But, mostly please, can I get a break from having to be the one to tell my husband some really crappy info?!?   And, then, it turned into more... which I may or may not share.....