At Least my Hair Looks Good

You may have noticed that once again I have been absent from my blog and my tweets are few and far between. I guess the world was not done with my family. In fact I would be surprised if there was an Emergency Room in Northern Utah my family hasn't visited in the last few weeks.

As you know my appendix ruptured and I had to have emergency surgery right before Thanksgiving and we all thought that was scary but things did not stop there oh no. That was only the beginning of ER visits for my family.

Since mom was scheduled to have a hip replacement surgery we decided to have our stocking decorating Christmas Party early so here we were all over at moms when my sister (very dramatically) says to my step-dad, "Whats wrong with your face?" As we all turn our attention to him we notice his face his droopy and his speech is slurred. So my sister and mom rush himthe the local ER were they inform us its not a stroke but Bells Palsey.

The following Monday mom has her surgery as scheduled only that evening my sister notices my dad is worse so she takes him back to the ER (which luckily was down the hall from moms hospital room). After the Dr telling us again it was Bells Palsey my sister took him home very unsatisfied with the answers we are getting. After more appointments and tests that we insisted on the determined he had a stroke.

Just when we thought things were moving forward and people were getting better my mom texts me and says:

• MOM: Grandma T is being transported to the hospital. She is having a heart attack. Your sister is with Pa. I will let you know what is happening.

Suddenly my life is like a bad soap opera. I immediately drive through the treacherous canyon. to go sit with my mom and niece while my sister takes my step-dad to the Emergency Room to be with his mom who ended up getting life flighted to a hospital in a bigger city.

Just when we thought everything was quite again (grandma is doing very well they were able to clear out the blockage, place a stint in her artery and place a temporary pacemaker) we had to (and by we I mean my sister) rush my sister to the Emergency Room. Yup hospital staff now knows us by our first now. Moms leg was swollen and the Drs were worried about a blood clot. Luckily they didn't find one.

Needless to say December has been a rough month for us. I want to skip it and go straight to 2012. Nothing bad can happen in 2012 except that world ending thing. But after everything we have been through that doesn't seem like that big of a deal.

Wicked Step-Dad and Evil Step-Monster

My parents divorced when I was quite young, so young I don’t remember them ever being married.

This post is not about them being divorced well at least not directly.

This post is about the 2 people my respected parents married after they got divorced.....MY STEP-PARENTS!!!!!!

I will start with my Evil Step-Monster, even though she is not evil or a monster. But she likes me to call her that especially in public. She thinks it enhances her reputation around town. She has always embraced me as her daughter even though she calls me her evil step-brat. She lets me be me, introduced me to my all time favorite TV show X-Files (which is weird because unlike others in my family I don’t believe in aliens) and bought me my 1st Stephen King book. For my 21st birthday she got me (from her and dad) 6 very cool margarita glasses, a bottle of tequila, limes, salt, margarita mix and a bottle of tequila rose. Now that’s a good step-mom. And once when I was in a pretty bad car accident outside their hometown (rolled my car 3 times on the interstate) she took care of me until my mom could get me the next day. I have never felt left out where she is concerned.

Now on to my Wicked Step-dad, the man who married my mom despite my mom having a teenage daughter and I was a horrible teenager. He attended school functions, drove carpool, looked mean and intimating when my boyfriends were around, took us to Drs appointment, hung shelves, flew to Las Vegas (he doesn’t like to fly) to help me pack up and move back to Utah, helped me be mobile whenever I hurt my knee in school, constantly tells me how proud he is that I am his daughter, never calls me or my siblings his step-kids just his kids. Recently he was driving my car and despite having worked the graveyard shift all that night and being tired took the time to fix my windshield wipers that have not been working properly for months ( I had a screw or two loose, like that’s a shocker).

As you can see my Wicked Step-Dad and Evil Step-Monster are not so wicked or evil. They are the standard all other step-parents should be graded by.

I would like to thank my parents for having the good sense to divorce each other and marry such awesome people.