...and then she got her wish

People always say, "be careful what you wish for". Literally the day after I wrote my last post I shattered my leg, December 10th, 2012. I wished for peace and quiet and was granted 4 months of mandatory bed rest along with all the silence I could handle. Oh and an added bonus, surgery and bolts (not pins mind you) in my leg. And my Mom came to visit exactly twice, that's it.


Damien took up all my chores and his full time job. Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, my birthday, all cancelled. As it turns out, I am the only one who really cares about that crap so in essence we saved a ton of money and we are blacklisted by Hallmark.

I am fully booked through June as the weddings come in one by one (at least some folks still celebrate stuff). Excited brides full of ideas and hope, glowing, radiant...pssshhhhh. I never got the full wedding experience either time I was married, hell I'm a florist and I didn't even have flowers at my second wedding, shit happens.

Now I can walk unassisted, albeit with a limp, adorable if you’re a pirate, not so cute on a 47-year-old mom. I am currently looking into an eye patch and a parrot because life without the proper accessories isn't worth living. I have also hung some things on my walls for the first time since 2006, anyone who knows me knows that I am a weirdo when it comes to stuff on my walls. I would explain it if I knew the answer myself.

I wish I had more interesting things to share, I don't. Everyone I know is having, had or planning on kids and here I sit inching slowly towards mentalpause, because just being insane isn't enough, noooo ya gotta be crazy too. I want to be awesome and creative, have a garden and plan my trip to Disneyland. I want to go water-skiing and have cocktails precisely at 7, go "glamping" (look it up, it's fantastic!) and shop somewhere besides thrift stores.

That's what I'm wishing for this time, because now we all know what happened last time I made a wish.