Quicky (heh, I said quicky) little disclaimer here…might not be the most humorous post, but I’m trying to find the funny.

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 I have been super busy ya know. With the mayhem and My Ice Giant I can hardly find a minute to myself these days.  Let alone cleaning. I think I may have given that and showering up for lent, it is all overrated.  (who am I kidding I never really did any of that anyway)

I did receive a lovely award from The Homemaker Man over at Musings From the Big Pink and that really made me quite happy and since I am noticing a trend here…I am going to dedicate a whole other page to all of the awards that are coming my way…I’ll let you know when the Nobel Prize for Vapid Rantings and Ravings is awarded to MOI! But we will start here.

As shocking as this sounds…with how busy I have been with the awards and the gang banging and all I still have found time to contemplate my strange and wonderful family…you know those people that no matter what are always a part of you through love and DNA.

My dad is a steadfast man. If he says it is…then it is. Period. What ever IT is. This is a conversation I could totally see having with my dad.

scene: I arrive around eleven in the morning through the kitchen door, yell hi to announce my arrival, make a right into the bathroom and pee then announce that I am starving and whats for lunch. Mom walks in.

Mom: Hellooo. How was your drive?
AVB: Fine…sped all the way here as fast and recklessly as I could. I am going to go say hi to dad, I’ll be right back.
(head to the family room where he is in his chair doing a crossword)
AVB: Hi dad…uh…Dad? What happened to your arm?
Dad: What do you mean.
AVB: Well….(thinking hard) Your arm is missing?
Dad: I am not missing an arm, you are mistaken.
AVB: Really Dad? Because I distinctly remember you having two arms the last time I saw you.
Dad: I am exactly as I have always been.

(me blinking my eyes and looking to my mother for insight)

Mom: He’s crazy.
AVB: Would SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO DADS ARM?

(silence, followed by pencil scratches on the newspaper)

AVB: Sooo, what did you say you were making for lunch?

(Scene.)

My mom has been in the hospital for the past 10 or so days. It started out as her being admitted to observe her while they changed her meds and now TEN days later they haven’t released her AND she has acquired a shiny brand spanking new never before worn pacemaker. I think she just wanted to be like my dad because he has one too, but hers is new and shiny.  The entire time the phone conversations are  kind of vague and  not alarming at all and little by little, day by day time has gone on and the “non-invasive” procedures, the “routine” procedures are becoming more invasive and less routine. They have their stories down pat and have said time and again there is no need to come 0ut and there is no need to worry. But I find myself worrying and worrying a lot. I also find myself feeling kind of awful that life has been busy and I haven’t gone to visit. We have talked everyday at least twice a day. But what am I to do…they keep telling me to stay away. So I have.

Its as if keeping me in the dark will protect me from…oh I don’t know, lets say my family HEALTH HISTORY!

So one day if I wake up and suddenly one of my arms is missing it will be a total mystery. I will wake up and the arm will have run away with out warning, with out a good bye note to tell my why….it’s just part of who I am, you know a genetic kind of thing.

I feel like such an ASS!!!! Why you ask? Or maybe you don’t ask because you just know that well…the name? A Vapid Blonde kind of says it all.

I was reading around the internet trying to find out how Anissa was doing and went to Aiming Low site and at the end of the post about her I entered my name and url and then commented like a good little blogger and lo and behold my site was getting flooded with traffic (flooded for me is more than 10, but still???)  What I hadn’t done was write a post regarding Anissa and I just now realized that when I entered my name there it was to link to post about Anissa not my crazy vapid rantings and ravings…I am sorry if any of you feel you have been Rick Rolled!

I don’t know Anissa, yet I still can’t help but be moved by what is happening. I have tweeted with her occasionally. In fact one of my best tweets ever in my opinion was in response to one of her tweets on Tuesday…And this is why she needs to get back on her feet…I need someone to work off  here.

In all seriousness though, I really cannot imagine what it would be like to be going through this for Anissa or for her family.  I count my blessings every day.

And here was where I was going to put the button to help out if you feel so inclined but it won’t work. But just go to the Aiming Low site if you can help out.

I will leave you with a picture.  Actually for me it is more of a feeling.  My husband had to spend the night out of town and left before I got home but he still welcomed me home.