My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


The Sea Saw

What did the sea see?

Faith has homophones for her spelling and vocabulary words this week. My mother called them homophobes. No mother. Not the same thing. We understand homophones.

Here's a shout out to RaJen- congrats again!! I "borrowed" your picture to show Jef, and had to load it on my messenger because Jef's work wont let him download pics... long story short, I thought I had changed it back to my avitar, but I didn't and now my mother is convinced I'm preggo. I'm gonna let her sweat that out a few days. You'd think she would have noticed that's NOT my bathroom.

I have been riding a bit of the emotional roller coaster the past few days. I have only left the house to take Faith to school (because they MAKE me do that). I keep imagining myself breaking down in the middle of Wal-Mart or something and them carting me off to the looney bin. Everyone keeps saying, "Look at the bright side of all this!" when talking about Jef and his ever-famous kidneys. Perhaps I will write a book called The Bright Side of Kidney Failure- or maybe I can call it The Bright Side of Your Husband's Imminent Death. Humm- How about We're Screwed! That last one could at least let me cater to a wider audience and allow my mind to drift into the gutter during long dialysis sessions.

Ok, I promised myself it was "Be Nice To Yourself Day" today, so I will stop with the depressing stuff.

Gosh, now I have nothing at all left to write about.

--The Milk Maid


B said...

Who the hell is saying look at the bright side? Want me to shank em? This is shitty, and scary. I'm sorry. I hope that the second opinion brings better news.

Marcy "meg" said...

People say the dardnest things sometimes huh? Well I am here, you know where to find me if you want to chit chat again today. And yes, be nice to yourself today!

twondra said...

Maybe this will make you feel better...maybe not. But, before Mark had his kidney transplant, he was sooooo sick. We were in the ER at least once a week and honestly, nobody thought he'd make it. Now, I can't believe how many people say how good he looks. Granted, he has other issues with his diabetes and stuff, but he's always saying how much better he feels than before the transplant. I know how scary it is. Kidney failure is horrible. But I know soooo many people who are doing so much better after a transplant. I know you guys aren't at that point yet and hopefully you won't have to. Just wanted to send my love, girl! I'm here for ya sweetie!!! (((HUGS)))

Deena said...

Shank is a shank.
(Sorry, B's post reminded me of a commercial).
Aradia, I am so sorry about Jef and I know it must be really tough on you...
I wish you were in Texas so we could give you a group hug. Then B could get you drunk.
Feel like traveling?

Anonymous said...

I haven't checked in all week (bad friend!) and then I see this. I'm so sorry about all that's going on with Jef. And I don't know who is encouraging you to look at the bright side, but I'll come with B and shank em too =) I, too, hope that a second opinion brings better news, but if not, then we're all here for you and for Jef. And if you need me, you know where to reach me.