Death by girls retreat

We had a fabulous time at our girls retreat this weekend. I barely survived it!

Google maps tried to kill us, it sent us off into circles in the back woods. They are officially fired! We managed to navigate to the house, it was gorgeous. We had a nice dinner and then I had a nice long midnight swim.

On Saturday we went to the Comal river to go tubing. On the way there I bought a hat. We got to the river and had to stand in line for a tube. It was hot, it was sunny, and it was a LONG line. 1 hour later I started to feel a bit off. My ears started ringing and my vision started clouding over. I managed to walk over to sit under a tree before I started losing conciousness. I somehow kept upright but was OUT of it! They said I stopped sweating and my lips were white. Chemist S took my hat off and poof, 30 seconds later I was coming around. Stupid hat tried to kill me with heat exhaustion.

Right after I got home I slipped on the stairs with my socks..again. I sprained my ankle, popped my hip and scraped the skin off my arm. AWESOME!

At the beginning of the trip the tooth with the bridge from the evil doctor started hurting. It was pretty darn painful but livable with some pain killers. On the ride home it started feeling like someone shoved a screwdriver up into my face.. awesome, nothing like a nice infection.

So, after multiple attempts on my life I am bruised, sore, and scraped. I had some antibiotics at home that I started taking, so hopefully I wont die from a blood infection. Yeehaw!

Open adoption and new grief

I sent an email tonight to little A's birthmom and I was thinking about a conversation I had with her when we were ending our visit in January.

This was her fiance's first time to meet little A, and after dropping us off he cried. At some point during our journey we have all cried, alone and together. It was our journey and the choices that we made together as a family were hard, for S, for little A, for her family, for us and our family, we all grieved. It was the happiest time for us but at the same time it was very very sad. We have an amazing relationship with little A's birthfamily, but there are still tears at times.

Anyway, back to my point, her fiance was crying because now he has joined in the grief. He loves her so much and though he was not in the picture at the time of the adoption, he is now part of the family. He sees little A, sees how much she looks like S, and the decisions that were made 4 years ago hurt his heart.

It is an amazing journey we embarked upon 4 years ago, and every day we grow and learn from it.

An odd thing to remember

Once upon a midnight dreary I was a thin young lass.

Toooo thin.

5'7" and about 110 lbs.

Scary thin.

And then I met hubby, got married and put on weight as people do. It took a while though before I really noticed the fat cells around my belly. I remember quite clearly the day that I did realize it though, which is an odd clarity in more normally fuzzy cell banks that reside in the brain. I was at work, the job before the airline, and went to the restroom. As I sat down I felt skin fold over and touch that I had never felt before, it was kind of an odd sensation and I spent quite a few fascinated minutes staring in the mirror figuring out that my chest and my tummy had somehow managed to reach out and shake hands. Not a happy day.

Truly an oddly clear memory that came to me tonight out of nowhere.

Now I need to reverse 8 years and go back to the time before skin could touch!