I am not dead inside after all...

I cried today. Grab your tissues.

Wordless (sort of) Wednesday

Please tell me that Marc contacted some of you too? Anyone?

--Michael

Have You Seen Me?

It’s doubtful. I’ve missed so much lately because I’ve been absent from the blogging world. Let’s face it, I’ve just been absent lately. I have no idea where old Michelle is. She is there somewhere begging to come back, but I usually suppress her with a donut.

The last few months have been absolutely ridiculous for me in the luck department. Here’s just a *few* reasons explaining my absence:

Bruno, my very un-athletic dog, tore his ACL. It was awful. He cried and limped around and the only option the Dr. had for me was surgery. $2300 is no laughing matter. But all I could do was laugh because I can’t cry lately. I asked them how much it would be to just remove his leg (after all, he’s lived with one eye right?) They were appalled. Here’s a sad little tidbit. It would only cost $150 to euthanize my dog but $2300 to ensure he recovers. Goodbye rest of my savings. Post surgery, the surgeon tells me he has a 50-80% chance of now tearing the ACL in his other leg and to keep my dog from acting like a dog for the next 8 weeks. Lovely.

My laptop had a total hard drive crash. Goodbye 7 years of pictures and music. Did I back up? No. Why? I had ZERO clue I had to do that. Imagine how devastating that is. I want to cry, but I can’t. I also spent money trying to recover all the data but it didn’t work. One day later, my home PC also crashed. The day after that, my awesome phone that I love, started to kill over. Michelle Allison repels technology.

Night before Christmas, I was with some friends and we got in a car accident. My side was the side that was hit. It sucked, it also hurt. Sadly, Lori’s car got the worse of it. It could’ve been worse right? All I could do was laugh. This was getting ridiculous.

Week after that, got pulled over for not coming to a complete stop on a right hand turn. My first ticket since I was 16. The cop was a douche.

Week after Christmas, I decided it was time to go to the Dr. I’d been really sick with horrific stomach cramps and nausea. It turns out I’m pregnant. Lovely. Just kidding. I’m just constipated. The X-ray showed a good 10 lbs of crap inside of me. YAY! I felt so much better knowing what was wrong. He gave me some stuff to clean me out. Sadly, it didn’t work as well as he’d said and two days later I was back to feeling awful. I called the Dr. who told me I needed to go to the E.R. A nurse at worked thought it could be an intestinal blockage and they were very serious. I really want to cry at this point. The tears just aren’t there. I go to the E.R. on New Years Eve. Then I was discharged 3 hours later for a “spastic colon.” What the crap?!?

Days later, I got a notice from Murray City to appear in Court. I have two different case numbers. This is just getting ridiculous. One is to appear because of my traffic violation. The cop wrote me down for not having insurance. I GAVE him my insurance card, but because it had expired, I’m being sent to court. The second offense is for not having my dogs licensed. I have both of them licensed. Apparently when my dogs got picked up by Murray City Animal Control for chasing the ducks (I’ll tell you later) they had me register my pup. I did. Apparently I missed a step and didn’t register it with the Courts.
Murray City, I hate you.

Last week, my boss Bruce changed offices. He conveniently scheduled the move the week of the inauguration in D.C. when he’d be gone. A big thank you to Dad, Uyen, Lowder and Amy who helped me rock it out. It took up too much of my life for a month. Thank heaven it’s over. Bruce, thanks for the expensive lunch we took ourselves to. You paid for it.

SO…that is just a glimpse in my life the last little bit. I won't even mention my mental state of being. It can’t rain all the time, right? Oh wait…I did just get pulled over again for speeding. That one I deserved. :)

I’m back!

Announcing Clivchelvis and Melwen

Good crap. I saw this on Liz' blog and had to know what the children of Clive Owen and Michelvis would look like. Poor little bastards.

Who are your neighbors?

Last night, I was outside in the yard with my pups when some guy walked up with his dog. The doggies all made friends and he and I started the obligatory small chat and I learned that he lives a block away from me. He was really nice and was being playful with my dogs but I noticed his eyes kept wandering to my chest area...but ignored him because he was really nice and I figured he'd be moving along shortly. On the contrary. My new overly friendly neighbor stayed 30 minutes...and not picking up on any of the hints that I was busy. Not only this, but he keeps trying to kiss Bruno on the mouth. He is turning his blind eye. Bianca won't go near him. Finally, I tell Mr. Friendly that I have to leave and nice meeting him, etc. etc. He leans over to the dogs and tells them they are so beautiful. Then he proceeds to tell me that I am "just as beautiful as my dogs" followed by him grabbing my face and kissing me. Insert shock here. Then he took my hand and said, "Hi I'm Patrick." And then he walked away. Patrick was completely drunk and It was only apparent when he kissed me. I can't stop laughing. Or crying.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Yesterday, my mother had to say goodbye to her baby. My brother Ryan left for his mission right before her birthday. The tears were agonizing for all, but my poor mother was dealing with a heartache beyond what any of us could comprehend. I know she is aching and I know that this is going to be a hard birthday for her.


I have the most incredible mother in the world. For as long as I can remember, my mother has always told us kids we were the loves of her life. Her actions have never made us doubt that love for one second. Mom has always been there for every special event in our life...such as dance recitals, soccer games, shopping for dances, and she was even there when I got suspended in school for trying acid. Ok, that part is a joke...sort of. I didn't get suspended. :)

I was also very proud to show my mother off. I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world and when it was bring your parents to school day,I would beg her to wear my favorite outfit with her pretty heels. I would always stare at her because I thought she was so beautiful. Vickie and I were fortunate to have 7 years of just the two of us. Some of my favorite memories with my mother were going to Pineview every Saturday to swim. I would lay on top of her on top of the floatie and we would float on the water for hours just laying there together. I also remember that she really loved The Carpenters, Barry Manilow and The Letterman and we'd dance all the time in our little apartment...and during slow dances she'd let me step on her feet and she would lead. Every night, she'd throw a record on the old player and we would sit in the rocker and rock before bedtime. We would talk and talk and then she'd carry me into bed and tuck me in.

I know my mother struggled being a single mother but she made sure I never went without and I don't ever remember wanting for anything. In fact, if memory serves, I wasn't very happy when she married my step-father.

My mother has always been my biggest fan. She always challenges me to be a little bit better. She teaches me how to love and about God through her example of how much she loves and serves others with no expectation. She takes a very active interest in my life and my friends and truly loves who I love...except those who've hurt me, and they can all burn in hell...how dare you hurt her baby?!? Whenever we hurt, she ached. I love children, and can't wait to be a mother someday. Hopefully I'll do my mother's love, justice.

My mother lives in my laughter.

Happy Birthday Mommy!

This was pretty much me at the airport this morning...

Saying goodbye was SOOO hard. I'm a very sad little monkey today.