Forgotten

I’m so proud of my husband.

He managed to do the one thing that could honestly make our shitty winter of catastrophe manage to look negligible to the tune of George W.’s presidential legacy in the era of Donald Trump.

He got a new job: a dream job. And not only that, he ruthlessly negotiated his way to a huge pay increase, along with a benefits package and PTO time to make you weep (you, not me – I still have unlimited time off, but at least my husband can come on vacation with me now).

All while dealing with a ton of his own drama, like having a broken arm and being in a shoulder-high cast, and having a family that tortures him (more on that later – maybe…).

He is my hero. A true saint of a man. He may not have been able to help out with all the catastrophe physically these last couple months, but he’s just done more for our future than I ever could have asked for, and our past –

– is forgotten.

I swear, I’m not gonna talk about it ANY MORE. It’s all fixed, and paid for, and all there is to do now is get ready for a great summer and love the shit out of my amazing husband.

SuperHubs!!!

(he is still on tap for spring yard work, though – there’s no getting out of that…)

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88

My grandfather is 88 today.

Grandpa Sam on his 88th birthday, April 16, 2017.

It also happens to be Easter Sunday – every once in a while, the stars align and his birthday falls on the holiday. To celebrate, my mother took him to the MGM Grand casino in downtown Detroit. Gambling is his favorite pastime, still, at almost 90 years old. He didn’t win anything big today, but he sounded cheerful, like he genuinely had a good time.  Continue reading

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Unbroken

SuperHubs is back in one piece!

Haven’t seen that arm in two months!

He got his cast off a few days ago; with it went a whole lot of dead skin, but other than that, his arm is healing “remarkably well”. In fact, the doctors were astonished by how well he healed the notoriously pesky “nightstick fracture“. He has unusually “flexible bones,” apparently, and it helped him avoid surgery and another six weeks of physical therapy.

PHEW.

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Nada: Pt. 2

We’re a quarter of the way through 2017, and I’m reflecting on my year of “no plans” so far.

And actually, I think I’m doing pretty good. That is — I’m not doing a lot.

I’m calling my “no plans resolution” for 2017 a success still at this point. Yes, I’ve planned a COUPLE things — I’m not gonna lie. But literally, just a couple. And I certainly didn’t plan them like I USED to plan things.

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Not So Sad

Michigan lost by a point, after a missed shot at the buzzer last night. They’ve officially been eliminated from the Big Dance, having made it all the way to the Sweet 16 – way farther than anyone imagined they would go.

But that’s it now: show’s over, folks. Another year has come and gone, and they came close – but they weren’t my dream team. Not yet, at least.

I’m sure they’re feeling pretty lousy today about their loss. And who can blame them? It was a heartbreaker. But, like my sister said about what they did manage to accomplish:

“It’s a miracle they’re even alive, so I’ll take it.”

And, there’s someone today who should be feeling much worse about his loss than them:

This schmuck.

If you’re looking for the biggest loser today, this guy is it.

(Wait – was he on that show? No… I think I actually watched that one…)

March Madness may be over for me, but in HIS failure, I feel the tide of our sour year finally starting to turn for the better; a turn toward “winning”, to quote the schmuck…

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