Today is a new day….

 The Tchoupitoulas has been gone for a year.

We still miss him.

I think I’m going to miss him forever!

We find ourselves talking about him frequently.

He was put to sleep on Friday, July 17, 2009.

A close friend of mine is Buddhist.

She believes that The Tchoupitoulas had to go in order for a baby to come into our lives.

Ironically,

on Saturday,

July 17, 2010.

Shug & I were in New Orleans with plans to meet a birth mother about adopting her baby.

The meeting never took place,

but the lines of communication were opened up again on Sunday.

So there is still hope that we can proceed with our plans to adopt.

A seven month old beautiful baby girl.

Somehow,

someway,

throughout this process,

we’ve been excitedly calm.

So keep  the prayers,

chants,

and pleas coming our way.

Because,

today is a new day!

Dreaming…

I’ll be ready to share more on Monday, July 19th.

But in the meantime,

me & Shug are allowing ourselves to dream again.

We’re saying “what if” again.

We’re hoping,

wishing,

and praying again.

Please,

hope,

wish,

pray

and dream with us….

I’m back!

Hey y'all!!

Goodness,

I don’t even know where to start.

I felt like I needed to step away for a moment.

I was in a funk and didn’t really have much to say.

But,

I’m all better now.

Thank God!

I guess I’ll start with the month of May.

It was a trying month.

MyDaddy had two surgeries.

Dialysis is slowly starting to wear him down.

He continues to have a positive attitude,

but realistically he NEEDS a kidney transplant.

He celebrated his 67th birthday on May 28th.

Unfortunately Shug & I weren’t able to celebrate with my parents.

Because on May 29th,

Shug’s Grandmother passed away.

We were by her side when she passed.

Shug’s family surrounded her bedside.

We prayed and sang her favorite gospel songs.

She had a peaceful smile on her face,

and one single tear in her right eye.

And she quietly slipped away.

It may sound crazy,

but it was the most beautiful experience that I have ever had.

She died the way she lived her life,

with grace and dignity.

Her funeral was another amazing experience.

Her family sent her home to Glory in style.

I thank God for the five years that I knew her.

My life is better is for it!

And Grandma’s death has brought us a blessing.

I’m not ready to share just yet.

But just keep me & Shug in your prayers,

chants,

and pleas to the universe.

After Grandma’s funeral,

the rest of June passed by uneventfully….

I think?!?!

And now it’s the middle of July.

I find myself cautiously full of hope.

So,

that ‘s it for now.

I just wanted to let y’all know………..

I’m back!!

Be patient….

 

Praying for patience.

It will all come to fruition in His time.

Please remind of this if I start post crazy stuff.

My mind,

thoughts,

and emotions are all over the place lately.

CALM DOWN!

REMEMBER YOUR BLESSINGS!

BE PATIENT!

FIVE YEARS = 60 MONTHS

March 29, 2005 was the day we decided to throw away birth control.

As much as we were loving on each other,

we didn’t think that it would take long for me to get pregnant.

Every month we got excited because my period was two to three weeks late.

Little did we know that was classic PCOS.

We’d find that out three years later.

Anyway,

it’s five years later and we’re still not parents.

BARREN!

I’ve been down in the dumps,

really low.

My period started on March 29th.

Felt like a slap in the face.

My 41-year-old uterus is useless.

I decided to climb out of the darkness.

I have a lot to be thankful for.

Shug and I are in a good place.

We still love and respect each other.

We still want the best for each other.

And we’re seriously looking into other options for starting our family.

So,

I think I’ll be posting more.

It’s time to move on.

Time to stop obsessing about how much time has passed.

Look forward to the future.

God has something special planned for us.

Otherwise we wouldn’t have made this far.

 Together.

FIVE YEARS = 60 Months.

Uh……….yeah……..

This is My Best Friend In The Whole Wide World Baby Girl - Kennedy Simone

See that look?

That’s exactly how I feel.

I’ll start posting again after the PMDD passes.

I’m sad & my feelings are hurt….

The view from my office last Friday.

Without going into much detail.

My Bigger Brother and his daughter have hurt my feelings.

He continually compares her to me,

as if I’m the worst person in the world.

I’m not.

It’s a sad, sad situation.

I’m sad & my feelings are hurt…..

I’m sickie y’all!

Instead of eating lunch,

I took a nap in our lounge.

My body hurts,

my throat is sore,

I’m congested,

and I feel like shit

Uggg!!

I’m sickie y’all!!

Stuff in my head….

Passive aggressive people work on my last nerve.

I’m ready to go home.

I wish I was at home in New Orleans right now.

Fuck Miami!

Shug & I did our taxes on Wednesday night.

For the first time EVER,

we owe those bastards some money.

Ain’t that some bullshit?!?!

Happy Birthday to GG – welcome to 41!

MyDaddy had an angioplasty procedure with stent placement this morning.

He had a vein with 95% blockage in his shoulder.

This is his fourth operation in 2010.

*Le Sigh*

He needs a kidney!

I don’t like liars.

Don’t talk to me if you’re going to lie to me.

I know someone who lies about stupid shit.

I call her out on it every time, and she still does it!

I don’t know how I feel about a certain blog that I used to read on the regular.

All those rules aren’t sitting well with me.

I don’t think I want to play anymore.

My boss is a Vikings fan,

I’m a Saints fan.

We made a bet on the Saints/Vikings game.

If the Vikings won – I owed him a case of Sam Adams.

If the Saints won – he owed me a bottle of vodka……

 He paid up today!

Whoot Whoot!!!

I miss The Tchoupitoulas.

I love my husband.

The end!

My Fabulous Mama *UPDATED*

MyMama - All dressed up for an awards ceremony in 2006

MyBigger Brother & MyMama - Cozumel, Mexico December 2009

MyMama & MyDaddy - Christmas 2008

66 and effortlessly fabulous.

She is a breast cancer survivor.

December 9, 2009 marked her sixth year cancer free.

On Saturday morning she found a lump about the size of a nickel in her right breast.

The same breast that her cancer was in before.

Because she is effortlessly fabulous,

she’s taking this in stride.

She called her oncologist right after she found the lump.

She’s being scheduled for an ultrasound & mammogram.

She is in good spirits,

concerned but not afraid.

She does BSE (breast self exams) every time she showers.

THIS is something new.

Something that basically popped up overnight.

MyBrothers & I are falling apart.

We’ve been able to handle MyDaddy’s renal cancer and subsequent renal failure for the past 11 years.

But  MyMama?!?!

She has always been in good health.

Even when she had her lumpectomy and radiation.

She was still the picture of good health.

This is scary!

We’re walking on faith.

If you pray,

please pray for MyMama.

If you chant,

please chant for MyMama.

However you worship, pray, praise……

Whatever you do!

Please keep MyMama in your thoughts and prayers.

My Fabulous Mama!

*UPDATE*

PRAISE GOD & BABY JESUS!

IT’S A FATTY CYST.

IT WILL BE MONITORED,

BUT SHE IS FINE!

WHEW!!

MY FABULOUS MAMA!!