Shiny Nickels Blog by Mrs Karen Marie
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created on 09/14/2006  |  http://fubar.com/shiny-nickels/b573

Anyone who knows me at all knows that my health sucks.  I could give you another long list of all the crap they've found but at this point it's just another pill.  I just try to keep smiling, and buy bigger bras of course :)

 

HOWEVER

 

In the last month alone both of my sons have started being diagnosed with health problems.  It seems every time we see a doctor I hear the words "You know this is genetic right?"  Now I'm aware that it's ridiculous to feel guilty for passing this crap on to them, but it does get so hard some days to keep that smile on my face.  Like really they are six and thirteen why are they paying for losing in the genetic lottery already?  I was nearly 30! 

 

 

So I've been off and on for the whole year due to multiple medical issues.  Ranging from mysterious seizures to 20-40 lb. weight gain overnight.  It has pretty much been a nightmare, add to that my husband and I both got laid off and you can see where I'm going.  Avoiding the pity party I just wanted my friends to know I appreciate you sticking around for my long absences and I assure you I will never be gone forever.

I actually may be around a little more for awhile since I'm unable to work.  I had my gallbladder out and had some internal bleeding.  So I spent some time in the hospital.  I got out and then two days later had to go back in because of random pain.  I enjoyed a morphine trip that time and made it home.  Then my incisions wouldn't heal, it goes on and on and that is just in the last month or so.

I'm up and around for now and not scheduled for anymore poking and prodding until January, by doctors anyway ;)  So for now I'm home all day everyday bored; with just a laptop and my DVR.   

BTW my birthday is the 19th

 

I originally posted this under my movie blog so I'm just moving it over.  I'll copy the comments over too, their were some good ones.  Even some great tit jokes.  Here is the original blog:

 

I just read an article that Joe Perry intends to replace Steven Tyler in Aerosmith.  I didn't even know he was retiring.  Now I do understand that he's old and can't exactly perform the way he used too, but Joe Perry is no spring chicken.  The entire band is talented but who are they kidding?  Aerosmith IS Steven Tyler.  I could imagine them adding someone like Adam Lambert (only because of his flamboyancy), or Iggy Pop (he's like 112 and a complete freak) but no one will ever live up to the icon of Steven Tyler.  Let me know if you agree or not.  I'm just still in shock.

These are the comments I got:

Russian Foxx - holy tits...did you just say something? I'm sorry, I didnt notice you have a head...

{Perfectly Imperfect} - NOT COOL!!!! Steve Tyler IS Aerosmith...

Russian Foxx to {Perfectly Imperfect} - did you see her tits

babygirl - i do agree on that one

Russian Fox to babygirl -  yeah, but did you see the tits tho?

Ick-R-Us - when people turn 80 they retire.  Disregard that I'm listening to the rolling stones at the moment.

Roland of Gideon -  The whole band should just stop making music. There's no reason to taint a pretty good career by not knowing when to walk away.

Mrs. Karen Marie to Roland of Gideon - or "Walk This Way",  ha ha get it ;)

Mrs. Karen Marie to Russian Foxx -  My tits are taking over the world

Mrs. Karen Marie to Ick-R-Us - I think all of the Rolling Stones pickled themselves in heroin and other substances long ago.  They are the walking dead.

 

This is an original poem written by my oldest son Jacob. He is twelve and this is the best gift he's ever given me.

 

My mom is really awesome

She really loves me

We always hangout

She loves to drink tea

My mom is very smart

She is very bright

When I need help with math

She always gets it right

My mom likes to sleep

My mom likes to read

My mom likes to talk

My mom likes to breath

My mom loves me

She is my mom

She loves my brother

She is the bomb

My mom is beautiful

My mom is sweet

I'm lucky to have her

I enjoy rubbing her feet

My son Jacob is 12 years old.  He looks sixteen and acts like he's five.  Typical boy that loves the ladies.  His current flavor of the week is older.  She's almost fourteen.  She called him last night crying because she had to break up with him.  When he asked her why she said she thinks she's PREGNANT!!!  I'm flabbergasted.  He was spending the night with my mother so I don't have the whole story yet.  Like if he has any reason to suspect he might be the father.  They're just babies. 

I work for a floral wire service. The biggest one there is membership wise, and no it isn't FTD. I've worked in lots of departments dealing with customers who bought flowers, to flower shops needing computer assistance. So just like I imagine anyone that deals with retail does I've heard a lot of ridiculous stuff and dealt with a lot of people who's stupidity baffled me. Today I had one that made me speechless. Which if you know me is a significant task. The job I currently do is titled Pre-Install Coordinator. Basically what it means is I send people from my company all over to install computer systems in flower shops. I've heard a million reasons why they are mad, or want to send the system back, or the how the system sucks. Today a woman at a flower shop called ma and in all seriousness wanted to return the system because it included COMPUTERS!! She signed a $10,000 loan and was willing to pay it for software alone, but was pissed and wanted to return it over new hardware. I was flabbergasted. She was screaming and cussing and I bet I asked her six different ways to make sure I wasn't missing something. She conceded to keeping one computer since we don't use existing equipment, and was happy with the $300 refund she was getting for her now refurbished computer. It drops in value $600+ the minute the box is open. Thank god this week is almost over.
So on top of all the other lovely thing going on in my life. Like abstentia siezures, gaining and losing 40 pounds of water within a couple of weeks, or my impending visit to the Mayo Clinic. I think maybe I might just be fucking PREGNANT! I've been two weeks "late" twice in my life. I also have two sons. Both of which were conceived at the worst possible time in my life. Of course I wouldn't trade them for anything, and they turned out to be exactly what I needed. The first I was 19 and STUPID, fell in "LOVE" within a matter of hours with a mack. I bought every line hook line and sinker. In fact I was on a date with his roommate. Obviously that didn't happen. I'd been clean for just over a year. We got high as a kite, one thing led to another and conceived a child. He loves to remind me of that night. Regardless that little boy put me on the right track. Then along came the boy I KNEW to stay away from. As super hot, fun, and sweet as he was, he was TROUBLE and everyone knew it. No sooner had I said no, we were living together. Yet still being careful. He had demons, drugs, alcohol, but he was the most wonderful person I'd ever known. The first time we consummated we conceived. We planned our wedding, started the nursery, he worked on his demons. Living less than paycheck to paycheck with a baby on the way. I was six months pregnant, he went to his brother's for the day and I never saw him alive again. I lost him to a car accident. So now after all that I have two wonderful children and the perfect husband. Problem? I'm barely mobile and he doesn't have a job. So of course I'm two weeks late. The doctor did a test a week ago and it was negative. I'll keep you posted. UGH
Once upon a time I worked in a fairytale land. I had my husband working at the same company in a job that made us both happy. My best friend worked three feet away. My boss (a preacher) was a male who without admitting it, enjoys a girl with a nice rack; which is well established that I like mine and am not afraid of showing it. I had free reign of the internet, breaks, lunches, work hours, etc. This combination made coming to work a joy. Then the economy took a shit on my fairytale. My husband, my best friend, and my boss got let go. All of this leads up too the point of this blog. I am left with the wicked step-mother and her evil daughters. I now sit three feet from my boss who will further be known as the WSM. The WSM does not appreciate a nice rack as hers are bigger than mine and she doesn’t enjoy them at all. So now if I’m not covered to the neck there will inevitably be a comment about skin showing. The WSM is also all about reports, timelines, and micromanaging. She does not appreciate the internet, socializing, or overtime. Then we have the step-sisters. These are the shrews the title refers too. They both think they’re perfect. The three of us sit within an arms length of each other. We are all three different age groups. I am in my early thirties. The evil step-sister (ESS) is in her forties, and is the newest addition to our department. She transferred in awhile ago. She is mouthy and positive her way is the right way. She’s just a bitch and proud of it. That’s the only way to explain her. The other one she’s the pain in the ass step-sister (PSS), is in her fifties. She has been doing this job for 10+ years. So she’s always right too and seems to think she’s exempt from doing it the way the WSM wants it. She is a nice person but she sucks the life out of me some days. They don’t like each other, and they don’t like me. Depending on the day and who they’re the crankiest at they run to the WSM and cry about things and then we have to have a meeting. Then post meeting they come out here and bitch about each other to me. It’s a never ending cycle. It used to be something I could handle rather well. I really worked on it. Put my IPod in and remember the good old days, ignore them both, that kind of thing. Now with my pain and symptoms escalating at such a rapid rate I can barely contain my contempt for the three of them in a single sentence let alone a day or entire week. My fairytale is now a nightmare. HELP
Okay so if you know me AT ALL then you know I've been sick forever!! Well all the doctor's in the area have finally thrown the towel in. It has been five LOOOOOOOONG years but they have finally said they cannot figure out what's wrong with me. So off I go to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. Only 86 miles from the Mall of America I may have lots of pin pricks all over me but I'll be in shopping heaven!!
While I've been blogging today I realized it has been a horendously crappy year. In just this one month it's been my worst year ever. I had a seizure as a result of an allergy to a new medicine. Grand Mal seizure in the middle of Wal-Mart in front of my kids. My four year old now goes around singing "I hope my mommy doesn't die" and asking me if I got all my hurt out. My husband got laid off from a job that was funding a lifestyle we can't afford without it. My best friend passed away from a freak and incredibly sad accident. My town suffered a total power loss after a storm that has caused hundreds of thousands of dollars of damage. A tree fell through our fence during the ice. Then another limb fell through our fence and roof while the ice was melting. Cant wait to see what happens next!!
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