You may see a weather-hating theme going on here. I have mentioned my lack of affection for cold weather in the months of May and June (post) before. And you know what? Writing about it doesn’t make me feel better about the situation. This is not being done for therapeutic reasons. It’s being done because I’m fucking pissed and therefore must vent. Hey, I’m not the only Utahn that thinks this weather is way less than stellar. Yesterday I wrote my facebook status as “This weather can kiss my ass,” and like 15 people like it. Clearly, we’re over the rain and snow and cold as shit temperatures.

Just three days ago I was wearing shorts! We were doing yard work and playing outside. In fact, Rob was playing so hard that he fractured his wrist. Maybe buying him a Ripstik (skateboard with only two wheels) was not such a good idea. Remember how he can ride a unicycle though? I mean obviously he has incredible balance. Apparently what he doesn’t have is a plan for stopping the skateboard once you hit mind blowing speeds. Since he didn’t have a plan in place, he used someone’s parked car to bring his body to a halt. Make a note to yourself right now that this can result in bodily harm. Poor guy. And poor me. He is constantly whacking me with his enormous splint or resting it on my head when I’m trying to go to sleep.

On the bright side, our grass is insanely green and the bird poop that normally resides on our porch from the highly intelligent birds that build nests above the door has washed away. So, there are positives about the torrential downpour that is now occuring on a daily basis. Whatever.

There’s this new show on TLC about people that have won the lottery. Yes, they will never run out of reality TV show ideas. Anyway, the show basically tells you how much they won and what they’ve done and/or are doing with the money. First, let me say that the people that play the lottery are the same kind of people that dare enter the seedy gas stations that sell the lotto tickets. Ok, that’s probably not a fair judgement since I’ve only seen this show the one time and don’t reside in a state that has a lottery, but… it would be pretty easy to stereotype the holy shit out of these folks.

Some of the winners seem to go a little bit crazy and immediately buy everyone in their family a car, buy a shit ton of ugly knick knacks and put a stripper pole in their bedroom. Well, only one couple went the stripper pole route. It’s weird to see what people will buy when they hit the jackpot though. Which got me thinking about what I would do if I was told I had just won millions of dollars. I’m a pretty responsible person, so I wouldn’t make any hasty moves. Oh, and I definitely wouldn’t put a stripper pole in. I really don’t think that ups the value on a home.

Isn’t it fun to daydream about the possibility? What would you do?

Yes, it has been months since I’ve written anything. For those of you that actually look forward to my blog posts, I apologize. My family has had to pull together during a really difficult time to help take care of the most beautiful girl on the planet, my niece. Without going into too much detail, I will say that Stevie has had ongoing health problems for the last year and a half. Now five years old, things have become even more challenging. I wish I had words to express my feelings… my feelings for how much I love her and how I would give anything to make her well again, my feelings for my sister (Stevie’s mom) who is honest to God the strongest person I have ever known and the feelings I have for my husband and stepdaughter who would do anything to be there for this family.
I will be posting a video within the next few weeks that tells you a little bit about Stevie and asks for your help financially. Stevie’s hypothalamus in her brain does not function correctly and funds are needed to try treatments and get through the medical costs that are beyond enormous.

This is a photo Rob took of Stevie at her fifth birthday party in September. Doesn’t she have the most edible face you’ve ever seen?

I’m reading the paper this morning and on the cover of one of the sections is a nasty picture of a dude’s arm with a massive wound. It was difficult to look at but more difficult to understand why someone would be so retarded.  The wound was self-inflicted. Apparently, tattoos and piercings just aren’t enough for people anymore. Those are so 2007.  Now, there’s branding. Yep, you can totally get yourself branded with whatever you’d like.  The branding artist they interviewed for the article (who knows if this is what they call themselves) carved a scar (or brand, whatever) into his lower abdomen to look like a C-section, which was his way of relating to the birth of his son.  Really dude?

Is it just me or do people that do this to themselves sound crazy as shit?  They’re trying to make it into some spiritual journey and are like, “It hurts like hell, but it’s healing.”  Right, until you get staph infection and gangrene.  Oh and speaking of healing, apparently the physical healing process is brutal.  “Horrifying” was actually the word they used to describe it.  Wow, I am so not cut out for scarification. No pun intended.

While working out today, a commercial for Cymbalta came on.  Cymbalata is a medication for depression with a tag line of “depression hurts, Cymbalta can help.”  Right after that line, there is like 7 minutes of something that goes like this… “Side effects may include dizziness, nausea, diarrhea, yellowing of the skin and eyes (oh my god, isn’t that like a sign of liver damage), thoughts of suicide in teens and young adults, dry mouth, heart failure and death.”  And of course like 70 other ones I can’t remember.  After listening to this amazing amount of scary things that one could experience should they choose to take this medication (or I should say have this medication prescribed to them) I’m like, “Holy fuck, I’m depressed.”  Maybe they did that on purpose?