Yesterday while laying in bed with a heating pad on my legs I wrote and wrote and wrote. I then deleted, deleted, deleted.
Each post was worthy of posting, but I can’t seem to express my gratitude for the birthday you gave me with words. I decided that perhaps I should try it with interpretive dance, but because I managed to fry what little muscles I have in my legs, I will have to wait for my video of my dance of gratitude.
Some people think that blogging is easy. I never realized how hard it was until I tried to write a thank you post to all my readers. Not just the ones that sent in things or wished me a happy birthday, but to the many people that email me and say, “I never comment, but I read…and you make a difference.”
I like to think that my readers consist of how many comments I get that day. If I get 4 comments then that is how many people read that day.
I reinstalled a site meter on my blog after not having one for a year. Site meters freak me out. I don’t really like knowing how many people actually visit this site because I know that not everyone is a ‘happy, shiny person’. I’m sure some people just come to read about boob hair and hawk my bootie.
I remembered why I deleted my last site meter. There was a trackback link to a woman who linked to my site that said, “THIS MAKES ME SICK!” and it was a post about something cutsie Shaun had said. It wasn’t the any of the posts where I talk about beating my children. It wasn’t one where I am on the edge of snapping into two with anxiety and begging for help. Nope, it was something GOOD. It pissed me off and I thought, “Screw it, I don’t want to know what people are saying about me.”
I have gotten so many emails that have just made this whole thing worth it. I have saved them all and they sit in my ‘Keep’ folder and when I get depressed, I go back and read them. I then email that person to let them know that the email that they took 3 minutes to write and say something nice STILL makes a positive effect on me even after 2 years.
This birthday was like…like…I don’t know, I guess I would have to say it would be like getting a nomination for the Bloggie Awards or something. I want to hold up my mouse, clutch it to my chest and yell, “You like me! You really! really! like me!!”
Sheryl, sent me flowers that took my breath away. MRTL tricked me with a box that said “Igloos R us” and inside was Gingerbread massage oil because she knows my joy of Gingerbread. I, of course, made a cup of coffee this morning and decided that the Gingerbread massage oil has a better chance of getting any use if I put it in my coffee. It tastes wonderful with a bit of Splenda.
Shelley made me a rosary, even though I’m not catholic. It’s more of an anxiety rosary that I can use to calm myself during an attack.
OH the cards I got! Thank you!! You guys all made me laugh!
My sister sent me a card that made me cry.
Blogging isn’t easy. It’s a blessing for those of us that can sit down almost everyday and share a part of our lives with other people.
Now, Shaun. For those of you that don’t think he’s real…well, he is. He amazes me every single day with the amount of love he has.
On my birthday he managed to smuggle 35 balloons into our room. He bought me the most beautiful outfit. He put all this together on my blog.
After the long wedding, he came home and dealt with drama here at home.
I grabbed Tabitha and we headed out to celebrate the last hour of my birthday with my best friend, ‘Cita. When we got home, Shaun was in the living room cuddled with the baby.  He is the definition of ‘unconditional love’. Anyone who is lucky enough to have him in their life is blessed.
The baby is now screaming because PBS (Parent’s Baby Sitter) is showing a program that Jeremiah doesn’t like so I have to log off and play blocks or let him pull all my hair out.
I promise to upload new pictures as soon as I can feel my thighs again. That belly dancer at the wedding had me climbing up and down on chairs all night. Oh, and don’t ask about Tyler’s Junior Prom.  Poor guy. Poor, poor guy.
Last but not least, don’t take vicoden on an empty stomach. It makes you want to barf and will make you think your camera strap is trying to strangle you.
*bow*
26 responses to “4th attempt at this post…”
By, what about Tyler’s Junior Prom? We really need to know.
And sorry but a late happy birthday! Sorry I missed the party.
I’m glad your birthday was a good one Christine, you deserve it.
Stacie
So glad your birthday was wonderful! You are a lucky woman and it’s beautiful to see someone who reconizes all they have instead of dwelling on what they don’t. What you do touches so many.
Thank you,
Renee
Glad you had a great day! I know what you mean about the comments! I rarely comment even thought I’m here everyday, like twice a day. I rarely get comments on mine, but that’s just cause I rarely have anything to say that folks wanna read about…can’t blame them for not commenting!
BTW, Jeremiah is absolutely the cutest and your generosity in accepting his mom and him into your lives so openly is a testament to your big HEART!!
Well, if you want to thank your readers… I want to say “Thank you” for sharing your life and making a difference. It’s true.
And she is just as fabulous in real life.
Lv you and hope you had a great one.
Sometimes I just read, sometimes I comment, sometimes I am late for the birthday party (55 comments! Whee!) and today, I was surprised (not in a good way) to discover what kinds of things trackbacks can lead to. Happy belated birthday.
Sorry you are sore. But it sounds like you had a good b-day. And what happened at the prom?
Ah SHIT!!! Happy Belated Birthday. I had every intention of coming by for the party but found myself in the weeds with the whole dog adoption fiasco.
My deepest apologies. I am so glad that everybody stepped up and showed you how awesome you totally are. You rock and I’ll be sending you an email in the next few days.
Happy Late Birthday!! Sounds like it was a GREAT one . . . . enjoy!!!
Glad you had a good one!
I love your blog Kristine. It’s the first one I look at everyday. Really, go check your site meter;) I don’t always comment because I feel like I just get lost in the crowd, but I’ve been reading you for 2 years and when I used to have a readable blog you would occassionally (that can’t have 2 c’s, 2 s’s and 2 l’s..can it?)stop by and leave a comment. I used to play SPF all the time and now that I’m addicted to flickr and have made you a contact and have joined the SPF group I’m going to start playing again.
I lOVE your realness. We have so much in common it’s scary. Well….I don’t have 5 kids (thank you god!;-). But I can be having a bad day and come over and read you and realize I’m not the only person who feels crazy sometimes. And you make me laugh. ALL the time. And that’s a good thing. And Shaun makes me believe there are still good men left out there. Please keep it up. love ya…(even though you don’t friggin know me:)
and happy belated birthday:-)
We like you… we really, really do!
And that said… I hope to meet you someday! Hugs – glad you had a great day!
Glad you had a nice birthday despite the working part. And THANK YOU for calling me on “our” birthday. It really meant a lot to me. Don’t worry, I had a cocktail for you!
it is nice to realize how many people in your life care for you. I don’t remember how I stumbled upon your blog, but I know I check on it frequently. You have an amazing way of putting into words what your day to day is about!
Glad you had a great birthday!
Happy belated Birthday!
I read you a lot just don’t comment as much as I probably should…*Sorry!*
Hey you! Just so u know, I do read ever monday – friday lol. Just because I don’t comment doesn’t mean I am not here! I mostly read just so I know how my friend is today. And just so you know, YOu DO make a real difference! I may not have sent flowers or a card, but I did call! =)
Please do explain about Tylers prom!
I always chase my vicoden with margarita’s. They go down much smoother that way.
What happened to Tyler?????
I’m so glad you enjoyed the flowers. I wanted them to be special, since you are.
xo
I read you everyday and if you have not changed your post I check back several times a day just to make sure I am not missing anything. You make me laugh , you make me cry. Sometimes I am laughing so hard I am crying. And now I feel bad that I didn’t get you nothing for your birthday. So in honor of your birthday I am going to beat the neighbors kids cause I don’t any.
Oh hell no. Do I need to kick some little high school girl ass?
i too have enjoyed the after-effects of vicodin on an empty stomach. i was nineteen and had just gotten one of my wisdom teeth removed. I wasn’t able to get anything into my mouth well enough to get anything into my stomach but I was in so much pain that i managed down a vicodin. barfing with not being able to open up your mouth SUCKS BIG GIANT DONKEY BALLS.
glad to hear you enjoyed your birthday messages and what not and i hope you feel better soon :)
HIS GIRLFRIEND BROKE UP WITH HIM! AT THE DAMN PROM!
AT. THE. PROM!
As Tabitha says, “What kinda girl does that? What COLD HEARTED…bleep bleepity bleep bleep bleep would do something like that!? BLEEP!”
OMG…she broke up with him AT THE PROM? That’s crazy.
I’m glad you got the rosary. Girl I’m not even a catholic either and I haven’t burned to a crisp making them so I think it’s okay to give them away to non-Catholics. :-)
What kinda scuzzbucket breaks up with someone at their prom?!
stupid girl.
Glad you had a great birthday! You certainly deserve it. Thanks for writing your blog too. It inspires me in so many ways. I also like seeing that someone has a family that’s even more “extended” than mine!
As for Tyler, that sucks big time! Get your steel toed boots on Kami – it sounds like some teenage female ass definitely needs a good kick around the block!