Goodbye 2009

THE YEAR IN REVIEW


This year is almost over and another one is about to begin and I just want to do a quick recap, according to me.

Well, I started the year in cold sweats and realized I needed medical attention for a pressure sore. After that was taken care of, I lost the one person who I thought knew how I truly felt being disabled and all. I didn't realize the loss would affect me in the way that it did, but that only meant that he was truly a part of my life. I spent spring break in Memphis and planned on spending the summer on the coast, but that didn't happen. I went to the circus, but not the zoo. This summer a lot of famous people died and I was deeply saddened. My dad had a milestone birthday and I was able to see a lot of relatives with whom I hadn't seen in a while. I stopped chatting online, who knew that would ever happen? My friends visited and kept me in their lives. My sister had trouble breathing and I found a knot on my breast, THANK GOD HE WAS THERE TO RESOLVE THOSE ISSUES. I turned another year older and although some people didn't remember, my nephew sang "Happy Birthday" so I'm okay. We lost a great pastor, but I think we also gained a great one. I spent Thanksgiving and Christmas really with family, which is rare, but was good. And last, but not least, I was reminded that I am loved by family when my New Year's tradition, unbeknownst to me, was upheld.

This was a great year and I hope and pray next year will be even better.

Why Aren't You On Your Knees?

We have family worship every morning and evening. Monday, JayCee participated, but I did not. I was in the bed in my room. After prayer, JayCee came to my room and in the most innocent voice said to me, "why didn't someone come and pick you up and put you on your knees so that you could pray?"

This caught me so off-guard and it was so innocent that I couldn't do anything but laugh.

That girl is hilarious.

Therapy Ends, Motivation Kicks In

There are so many things that I want to do on my own, but find them quite difficult or sometimes virtually impossible. But today after talking with my therapist, I have a renewed interest in trying out a couple things. Things designed to make me a more independent, self-reliant person. Because independence is so important to me, I feel that the more independent I am, the happier I'll be.

My therapy ended today, so I was curious as to what I could continue to do on my own and Becky provided me with a lot of information. I am definitely excited to try the exercises, I just hope the fam is willing to assist. You see, my family gets on me about not doing things or not trying or wanting to do new things, but then they get irritated when disturbed. I'm like, "I can't win." How can you insist I be as independent as possible, but you get mad when I want to try something and need your help? I think I'm going to disregard all the negativity and do what's best for me. I'm ready and excited about my life and things to come.

Side note: my emotions are like a roller coaster.

10 spinal injury patients in CA will start a trial this summer with embryonic stem cells.

My Early Present

I really don't view myself as a person who wants for a lot of material things, though some would disagree pre-accident. I feel as if I'm very content with what I have. With that said, I got the BEST PRESENT EVER Monday. Wanna know what it was? Okay, it's nothing big, but it made my day, made me smile and I was soooooo excited.

Let me get to the big reveal. With my mom's, sister's and brother's help, my bedroom was cleaned from top to bottom. No, it wasn't nasty or anything, it was just really unorganized. I had not done a good job of organizing and finding a place to store things in such a long time, that things had started finding a home any place that it landed and that fact was bothering me. Well, I was tired of the mess and my family came to the rescue. I now have more space and my room feels more relaxing. A big thanks to my peeps. No need to get me anything, I'M HAPPY!!!!!!!!!

Are We Running Late....?

Last Friday my soon-to-be brother-in-law, wow that's a mouthful, asked me "Will y'all be late tomorrow for church?" I responded, "it's not my fault that they are late for church." Now if you would ask anyone that lives here, there would probably be a consensus that it is indeed my fault when we are late. I would whole heartedly dispute that and I have facts to prove it.

• We were never late when I went to school.
• We are not late when I have a dr.'s appt.
• It only takes me about 40 min total, to get ready and be out the door.
• The fam gets up no later than 7:30 and still aren't ready by 9:00.

These facts, IMO, prove that I'm not at fault when we're late. Find someone else to blame.

A Quick Update.....

I know its been a minute since I've written anything, but nothing much has happened. Well, nothing really exciting. I started writing a post about my upcoming road trip that was occurring for the 4th of July, but didn't get an opportunity to complete it, so I deleted it.

Well, school starts in about 3 weeks. I'm somewhat happy, somewhat apprehensive about it all. There are a few things on my to do list and once they are all taken care of, my mind may be at ease, but until then, I'm like a silent maniac. I still need to go to the school and check it out in my other chair and more impotantly, I need to get my transcript mailed. Okay, so that's the work update.

On the home front, I still have a lot of company. Sometimes it's okay, oyher times, notsomuch. All in all, everything is going great. Although I did I ask my mom did she know how to cook for four, b/c pretty soon that's all that'll be here.

Does He Think This Is A Joke?

My brother has proven to me that he really is crazy or out of touch with reality, IMO. He told me that it is a good thing to be hurting or feeling dizzy. Why? This is his response anytime I say I don't feel good: "That just means you're healthy." I guess it's not too bad because sometimes I smile on the inside when he says it, but NEVER should I let him in on this secret. Note: Anyone who is reading this and knows him, I would appreciate it if you don't tell him about this. You may say, he can read it for himself. Trust me, he isn't the least bit interested in reading a blog, so he will not be coming to this site unless someone encourages him.

Okay, back to why I think he is crazy. He brings me pancakes and says, "Keep on eating pancakes, you're going to be sick." Actually sick wasn't the word, but I believe in the power of the tongue, so I choose not to write or repeat what he said. Anyway, we start to talk about the power of the tongue and he says that "the power of the tongue" means from God's tongue. That statement told me that "something isn't right up there."

Now don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, but he needs a little help.

I Am Having Sensory Overload

I know that I don't have ADHD or anything of that sort, but right about now I could be a candidate for prescription. There are TOO many things going on at once in this house. I should be used to this by now, but each time there is a house full of people I am shocked by the noise that erupts.

To start things off, someone is singing loudly, really loud. The girls are running from the front to the back. Only God knows why. Someone else hasn't been taught how to properly close a door, because every time they pass through that back door they SLAM it. Someone else decides to vacuum. Why does it take sooo long to vacuum? Oh, and not to leave KeWan out, he's crying. Guess he wants to be heard too.