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May 24, 2011

Thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers and general good wishes for my mom. It worked! She came out of the surgery like a champ… or rather like MY MOM. She had her breathing tube out a mere 6 hours after they closed her. People, that’s fast!

Since then she has increasingly gotten stronger everyday and the pain lessens daily. She is also now talking up to 4 walks a day around the nurses station. Next up, Ironman.

And! She’s coming home today. Amazing.

She still has a long road to go with many bad days ahead, but she’s my mom. She’s mighty. And I know, later this summer, she’ll be better than ever.

We survived the move. Barely. But we are IN OUR HOUSE! OURS! And I love it. So much. And just like my mom, every day it gets better. (Wait, did I just compare my messy house to my mom’s open heart surgery? Listen people I’m lucky to be able to speak in complete sentences after that weekend. Perhaps the world didn’t technically end on the 21st but by Saturday night you could have fooled me.)

Oh and also? Today? Is my kid’s 11th birthday. For the past decade it has been a national holiday in the Mikkimoto home. Countdown’s, fireworks, parades down the street. This year, it’s like a Wednesday. But for my sweet innocent boy’s sake I’m trying. Therefore, his birthday letter will be late but as those whose lives have become complete unmanageable say, “better late than never.”

Tomorrow we are having a family birthday party for him in our new home. Which still has boxes everywhere, no pictures on the walls and the computer is currently residing on top of a dresser. Blogging while standing is the new wave of social media. Our home is sort of like shabby chic with just shabby.

People say to me lately, “Wow, you have so much going on. How are you doing?” and I can’t even stop to think about it. Or I’ll collapse. In a heap in the corner sobbing. It’s too much. It’s all too much. But as my dad said last night, it’s all uphill from here. (Or is it downhill? Whichever way we are going on the hill, it’s the good way.) After we are done with this month we will have accomplished so much. Until then, I’m dancing as fast as I can.

So thank you again for all your thoughts and prayers for my mom. I truly believe they worked.

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The Chick Who Lost Her Shtick

April 22, 2011

I’ve been having a love/hate relationship with my blog lately. 95% hate and 5% love. Because how can you not love a website with a big ass crown on the top?

It’s just I’m stumped on what to write about.

It was so easy when I was a single mom with a love life that would make the unattached join a monastery. Just logging into Match.com was enough material for a month.

I’ve blogged about the whole best date ever, OMGI’MENGAGED, OHSHITI’MDIABETC, wedding planning, my kid now has a dad, the wedding and the honeymoon.

Aaaannnnnddddd… now what?

There’s a reason stories end with “and they lived happily ever after” because there’s NOTHING ELSE TO WRITE ABOUT!

So here I am. An old married lady with a disease that’s under control and about as exciting as the budget deficit. I have a kid that’s too old to blog about and a husband I love. In other words, I’m like vanilla ice cream. Sort of nice, comforting at times but really? Quite dull.

I recently thought about pulling the Princess plug but somehow that feels like turning your dog into the humane society. I just can’t do it.

Therefore I’ve come up with some great blogging ideas for the future:

A tribute to lunch. What did I have today? Ah, the same thing as yesterday and the day before that? Well what did I DRINK with lunch today. Readers must tune in.
Hair – good or bad. An in-depth look into a woman who spends exactly four minutes on her hair each morning.
My husband is cute. When will I get used to saying the word husband?
365 days of wedding pictures. I have 651 so that gives me almost two years of material.
Let’s see what my almost 40 year old body is up to today. Or not.
I’m still fat. A diabetic’s guide to the eternal plateau.
Wordless Wednesday, and Thursday, and Friday…
I like wine. And whiskey. They both start with “W” and other obvious observations from the Vanilla Ice Cream lady.
How to spend wisely the $3.10 a month you make from your ridiculously successful blog of exactly five readers. (two of the five being yourself and your mother)
Poems from a woman who doesn’t truly understand poetry.

I guess I have some work to do on those ideas.

But I’ll still be here, writing extensive posts about my current toe nail polish color, if you’ll still read. Or just show up. In fact you don’t even need to read this crap, just comment with “Great post!” or “You’re pretty.” That should keep me off the ledge.

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One Last Tale

March 11, 2011

Yesterday I found myself in the grocery store parking lot having a panic attack. I couldn’t breathe but certainly managed to cry. This was my official pre-wedding-in-the middle-of-buying-a-house-my-state-has-gone-to-shit, meltdown.

It wasn’t pretty and resulted in me leaving work with an incoherent sobbing voice mail to my boss (awesome!) and taking myself to the gym to work out like a contestant on the Biggest Loser. Only I was also Jillian Michaels yelling at myself.

Afterwards I got my hairs did wherein I pronounced my hairdresser “My Gale” and gave him a hug as I said, “This is the first time I haven’t felt like bawling all day. You’re awesome. Keep it up. No pressure.”

And then I started to dissect at my meltdown.

The thing is, I’m getting married. Like any second.

This is ridiculously huge. As my sister said, “If it wasn’t the house it’d be something else.”

She’s right.

Being in the thick of trying to negotiate fixes with a very stubborn seller is more than one should have to go through within a week of saying “I do” but if it wasn’t the house, it’d be something else. Also I’m a tad on the sensitive side. My feelings are always out there. Raw and open for the world to see.

I love Matt. More than I thought it was possible to love a man. I’m 1,000% sure he’s the one, for both Ben and I. But that still doesn’t take away from this day that I have been dreaming about for as long as I can remember and now this day is here. Not to mention the fact that so much of who I was for almost a decade is changing.

From a single mom to a wife.

I feel like this is the end of a chapter. The end of one of the many tales of Princess Mikkimoto. In March 2008 when I was trying to find a name for this blog I considered, “Single in the City” until a friend of mine said, “But you might not always be single…” Which I thought this was about as likely as growing wings.

For so long this blog was my space in the world to lament about every frog I kissed and the struggles of being a single mom.

I’m excited to start my new book. A new tale of this life as a wife (and still a mother). But as the end of every great book I can’t help but feel a sense of mourning to that great story. However hard and scary it was, it was my story. And I loved it.

So it seems fitting that I end this chapter of my life and sign off until April. In fact I’m signing off of all social media for awhile.

All the talk about the injustice in Wisconsin is too much for me to take on right now. I need to concentrate solely on being certifiably happy.

And how to change from the world’s ugliest crier to a soap opera cry. (One tear falls gracefully down her cheek without smearing a single ounce of make-up rather than the “puffy pin-whole eyes with mascara going everywhere, snotty red nose and gasping for air cry” I have perfected.)

Thank you all for your support and well wishes for me and my little family. I promise I’ll be back after the honeymoon with new tales and LOTS of pictures.

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And We’re Back… Sorta.

January 3, 2011

The holidays are long over. The Christmas decorations are packed away for another 330 some odd days and the vacuum cleaner is now clogged with 1.5 million dead pine needles.

It’s back to work, back to school, and back to blogging.

However it seems my ten day blogging vacation has left my writing muscles atrophied. It’s not that they were ever contenders for the Strong Man contest but now the creative space in my brain has turned into the consistency of marshmallow fluff.

Therefore, since the only thing I can think of to write goes something like: (please read in a Forrest Gump voice) “My holidays were good. How were yours? What did you get from Santa? Did you have a good New Years, Lieutenant Dan? I stayed up until midnight but I was real tired.”

In order to save your eyes, and not reduce your IQ to 5, I present you with pictures.

(This is G Dubya’s kind of blog, eh?)

(my very sweet so-excited-he-literally-couldn’t-sleep-the-night-before-thereby-depriving-me-from-sleep-as-well Christmas elf.)

(two very tired parents donning their new Christmas ware)

(this is the face you make when you realize your crazy awesome dad just got you tickets to WWE Raw. And that your oh so sad *not at all* Mother didn’t get a ticket.)

(Thanks Buddy for moving me to the Nice list this year.)

(HAPPY NEW YEAR!)

(what happens to one’s face after too many pictures taken of oneself and subsequent intense slap-happiness moments before midnight at the local bar. Luckily our faces didn’t freeze that way. See Mom?!)

I promise to take my blogging juices to the gym and load them up with steroids so you should expect something better than this drivel by midweek. Hopefully. Maybe. God willing.

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