Happiness

I can honestly say that right now I'm the happiest I've ever been in my whole life. The only thing that would completely cap it off would be if I got a call from someone saying that they wanted to publish one of my manuscripts and pay me millions of dollars to do so.

I've got a fantastic man (not sure if you could tell considering how often I'm blogging about him!), I've got a great dog, a beautiful, healthy son, and a great house that we're still making ours. Happiness is just radiating out of me.

But happiness is a fickle emotion as we all know.

It was Saturday morning, I was blissfully happy and in a great mood. Hottie, Little Man and myself were on a short drive when Someone decided to rain on my happy day and try to infect me with his grouchiness.

But it didn't work.

I like being Blissfully Happy and think I'm going to stay that way for as long as I can.

So there. :-)

It's BIG!

This actually happened to one of my co-workers wife and their kids. The story was too funny not to post it here.

The wife was waiting in the doctor's office waiting room with their two kids when the little boy, who's 3, says, "Mom, look!"

She's trying to get their daughter settled on the chair, glances over, and replies, "Pull down your shirt!" He had pulled up his shirt and his little pudgy belly was on display. She turned back around when he called again, "But, Mom, look!"

She didn't look, but responded, "Pull down your shirt!"

"But, Mom, look! Look!"

Frustrated, she placed one hand on the baby's belly to hold her in place and turned to her son. He had yanked up his shirt and his belly was sticking out. When he saw that she had turned around, he quickly yanked down his pants and pointed.

"Mom, it's BIG!"

Shadows

Some people have a harder time letting go of the past than others. Matter of fact, they dwell on it, obsess about it, and totally lose focus of the things that matter that are right in front of them. They wallow in that dark place, losing sight of their loved ones, in the shadows so deep that they can't see a way out. At this point, they usually make a bad decision, and if they're lucky, live to talk about it later.

I was at work one day when I got the call from my father that my brother had tried to kill himself. At this point, my brother lived in an apartment, had custody of his son with his girlfriend, and was so high on different kinds of drugs that he had lost sight of the important things. Like his own life. Or his own son.

Did you know that when someone tries to kill themselves that they're arrested? The police stand by the hospital bed and no family members are allowed in the room. At all. You rush to the hospital wanting to check on your loved one, and you're not allowed to see them. Not for days. The victim (should I even call them a victim when they do it to themselves?) is then taken to the psychiatric ward, allowed no visitors, no phone calls, while the DA decides if they want to press charges against the victim. Trying to kill yourself is against the law.

And if the victim has children? CPS is called and the child is taken into custody and put in a foster home while the parents are evaluated.

My nephew now lives with my father.

My brother? Alive. Sober. And homeless.