It's Been Way Too Long

How pathetic is it that I haven't written in this blog since September 2007. Two and a half years. That's horrible. So let's catch up, shall we? A month after my last blog, in October of '07, I had to have my appendix out. Of course the evil minions I worked for weren't thrilled. They so graciously allowed me to have a week off to recover (please, read that with as much sarcasm as your mind can create). That evil bitch of a lab manager actually asked me, when I called her, FROM my hospital bed, to drive a note to her when I was released that afternoon. My surgeon didn't release me to go back after a week though, and the minions were not o.k.with a second week, so they fired me. Apparently, this was completely legal. Now keep in mind that I did not have a nice laparoscopic surgery. My appendix was too inflamed and they feared it would burst if they had done that, so I had an incision a few inches long, and I am a slow healer. Combine that with the fact that my job involved long periods of standing, assisting older patients in and out of their outdated chairs, and lots of bending, and there was just no way I was going to be able to go back after a week. They were kind enough to call me...at ten minutes to 5 on Friday night (I let them know on WEDNESDAY that I would need more time) to tell me that if I didn't return on Monday, I had no job there. Happy Birthday to me!

Fast forward to November, the day before Thanksgiving, November 21. Cory hopped on his motorcycle to take a ride to his father's house and pick up a movie. About 45 minutes later, as I am cleaning the kitchen, I get a phone call from his dad to tell me that Cory had been in an accident. A stupid ignorant ass had turned quickly in front of Cory to get into the parking lot of a grocery store. He didn't look where he was turning, or just didn't see Cory, and there wasn't room enough for him to pull into the entrance anyhow, so he stopped across Cory's lane. I totally understand how a bright red motorcycle ridden by someone in a bright red helmet, with a bright red jacket can be hard to see in the middle of the day. Cory laid down the bike, rather than going through the windows of the van at 40mph. He hit the back of the van, and the bike hit the front. He broke his Femur, but that was the extent of his injuries, aside from some slight road rash, thank God. His jacket did its job, and so did his helmet, as he slid face first on the pavement. Now I was out of a job, and Cory was out of work for 3 months. He had used up what little vacation time he had to stay home and care for me after my surgery. Thankfully Cory has immensely caring coworkers who donated time to him.

I found a job in February of 08, and have been there ever since. I work for a great company, I like most of my coworkers, and I truly love my job. The benefits are fantastic, the pay is good, and I work for people who actually give a damn (imagine that!).

So, that's where we are at now. My son is now 7 years old, and finishing up 1st grade. He's a handful and a half, but he's wonderful. He's amazingly bright and very funny, even if a bit incorrigible at times.