Archive for November, 2004

Things I’m grateful for (a list in progress)

Thursday, November 25th, 2004

1. My husband.

2. My parents.

3. Tony’s parents.

3. My nieces, both blood related and not.

4. My nephews, both blood related and not.

5. My nephew who is due February 3rd.

6. My Granny.

7. 2 sisters.

8. 1 brother.

9. My sister-in-laws, one by my marriage, one by love.

10. My friends at who have made my life better.

11. My health, even with my annual holiday illness.

12. A roof over my head.

13. Food in my stomach.

14. My friends, near and far, even those I haven’t heard from in awhile.

15. My car, old and beat down, but it is paid for.

16. The way Tre says “love you.”

17. How Kyrsie calls me, Aunt Pooh.

18. How Timmy hugs me tight around the neck.

19. The way Lexi says Aunt Suzy, so solemn and so sweet.

20. Kisses on my forehead.

21. Help cutting potatoes.

22. Handholding.

23. 6 years of marriage.

24. Tony brushing my hair.

25. Sleep talking whispered “I Love Yous”.

26. Hugs.

27. Baby kisses.

28. Tre blowing bye-bye kisses.

29. Kyrsie telling me stories.

30. Tony bringing me a drink and only whining a little.

31. Laughter.

32. The way my Dad remembers every joke you’ve ever played on him. And vows to get you back (and he will, he still owes me for a water episode of 7 years ago. About every 6 months he reminds me that he will get me.)

33. How I can sit here for a little while instead of cooking. Not that I’m done, just on hold.

34. Hamburgers.

35. Fall.

36. Candles.

37. Campfires.

38. Camping.

39. Trips to Williamsburg.

40. The way Tony’s hair curls up when it is humid.

41. My comforter on cold nights.

42. Heck, my husband on cold nights.

43. Anonymous people who help me out.

44. My wedding ring.

45. How wonderful stale Peeps taste.

46. Chocolate.

47. Sleeping next to the love of my life.

48. Naps on the couch with a baby in my arms.

49. Books.

From scenic downtown Colonial Beach…

Tuesday, November 16th, 2004

Hey, if have to be here, I at least am going to be cheerful about it, although I would like to smack some of the louder patrons. Damn, I miss the old “shhh, quiet” librarians who hushed people when they spoke too loud. And, the blasted earphones on this computer are broken so I can’t even drown out the voices with some sort of music.

As for when I’ll be back online? Who knows? Eventually, as of right now, it is still a lost cause. We’ll see.

At the library….

Thursday, November 11th, 2004

How sad is it that I have no access at home and you get a post 2 days in a row? I’m such a slack ass. Actually, I’m spending the last few minutes I have online before closing to post here, as it will probably be next week before I’m near the internet again.

I’m working on a redesign at home to fill time as I’m used to having journals and blogs to read in the evenings while the rest of the family watches tv. It’s will probably never see the light of day as I normally on redesign this on the anniversary of this journal. I do have a new design for that is going well, a few tweaks here and there and once I’m online at home again it will go live. Don’t look for it anytime soon.

I’ve just written and erased a dozen paragraphs as I don’t know what to even say with all of this going on here. I’m alive, the notify gets the good stuff.

Thanks for reading.



Wednesday, November 10th, 2004

I’m offline for the next few weeks. I’m posting from the library to let you all know. If you need to get in touch with me email me at suzysmith AT gmaildotcom. I’ll be posting updates to my notify list if you are interested in what is going on. In fact, I will be updating them in just a few minutes.

I will also be updating here at least once a week as I can get to the library to post. Thanks for hanging on until my life gets straight.



Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004

This morning when I finally drifted off to sleep after a night that topped off a couple months of severe depression with a defeat of the Democratic party in all corners, I pulled the blanket up over my head and vowed to sleep for days, if not the next four years. But, that is enough about the election for today, I’ll do a postmortem another day.

I thought today would continue with the depression over the state of my country and the world, along with my own personal selfpity issues due to my stupid leg and back.

Little did I know how much my entire world was to turn around by late afternoon/early evening. I spent the day as I tend to when I don’t have one of the kids, in the back of the house with my fan on. On a normal day, I can’t hear squat that goes on in the house when I’m back here. Right now, I have ear infections (from water in my ears, which is another thing I’ll explain later) I can’t hear a damn thing.

So, I was clueless until Tony got home from school. He walked me to the front porch and showed me a giant box. One marked fragile, this end up, that had the words “Freedom Mobility” in bold letters across one side.

Okay, now I know what Freedom Mobility is, but, had no clue of why there was a box on the porch. I figured that it was a box someone from the family had picked up to use for storage or for a move as family members moving about has been happening a lot lately.

Then, he opened the box. And in it said an electric scooter. A candle apple red, electric scooter. Now, I know we didn’t have the money for something like that and wouldn’t for years.

Tony began pulling the parts out of the box, explaining to me that my secret pal for October from ThreeWayAction and various members of the board had gotten together and made this happen. I’m in shock by now. There is no way this is happening, this has to be a dream.

He pulled out the instructions, started showing me the features and I burst into tears. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I blubbered all over myself. I mean big time.

The thoughts that began racing through my head. I can expand my job search. (yes, a serious job search, anyone in VA hiring? I’m multiskilled) I can go places, independently. I can friggin’ go to the mall and just look around. I can ‘walk’ down the boardwalk.

I can keep up with my niece and nephews outside. I can work! (a little excited about that, can you tell?)

I’m getting a huge part of my life back, all through the kindness of a group of people who I know mainly through the internet.

(Okay, I’m blubbering again, and I really need to lie down, I’ll will finish this later, I promise.)

Hours later, after Tony has gotten off the computer, as he had school work to do:

Many people tell us we are fooling ourselves by calling those we meet online, friends. They are wrong. I have a board full of friends and one particular one who thought of this (who Tony won’t reveal, as he wants her to do it), and organized it all, in the members of ThreeWayAction.

I’m without the words to express how incredibly grateful I am to my friends of that community. If you were all here I would give you giant hugs. You all truly saved my life with this. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you all, or the world at large for this kindness.

I’m overwhelmed, I’m overjoyed. I’m so happy I could burst. I have mobility, again. I will have a life again outside these four walls. I will be able to go back to fulltime employment without worry of furthering my disability.

Thank you all for this, again and again, a million thank yous. I love you all from the bottom of my now mobile heart.


PS. Pictures will be coming. I wouldn’t let Tony take pictures of me blubbering all over myself of in my uniform of white wifebeater and black house shorts. Thank you so very much.