Buyer's Remorse

Today we were shopping at Big 5 and we were scouring the clearance racks. Guys, I bought a pair of men's size 19 Adidas! What? Why?! I do not know anyone who wears shoes this size. I have never seen shoes this enormous. Instead of talking me out of purchasing them, everyone was in full support, pressuring me into making this obnoxious choice. I love them a little. I think I may take them to school and charge unsuspecting students a dollar a piece to take photos in them. These blog pictures? We took for free. :) Would you buy these shoes? How much would you pay?

Friday Night

Don't worry. We've figured it out. There have been a few nights recently that we hear this ENORMOUS boom. We hear it and look at each other and wonder who is being shot. Every time. Last night we planned to go to the football game, and for the first time we realized what we were hearing: the touchdown cannon! Our house is just north of the field. How did we not notice this last year?

New App

Playing with an app on the iPad and I love it! WordFoto. Pretty awesome.

Gloom

I am feeling sad today for no reason. It's a mood that has been hanging over my head for a few days and I just cannot shake it. Gloom. Despair. Hopelessness. A feeling that life is moving at a speed too fast for me to handle. I feel a little like it would not matter if I stayed in bed. Right now, it is 5 PM and I am considering calling it a night. Sigh. Gotta shake this funk.

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Am I a CF Wife?

This last week, a friend of Blaine's added me to a Facebook group for CF Wives. It's a small group, closed, and all of the members are just that: wives of men who have Cystic Fibrosis. From the beginning, I have resisted being called a wife of a Cystic, because I am not that. I am, but, really, I am simply Blaine's wife, and I don't think there needs to be a Facebook group for being Blaine's wife. I do not feel defined by the disease. I do not think that Blaine is merely a Cystic. He is so much more. He is sunshine.

Every morning, Blaine completes his hour-long nebulizer and vest treatments while I get ready for work. In the evenings, we catch up on our internet reading or watch a show while he completes his night-time regiment. I sleep with the white noise of machines in the background. Our bedroom has a (mostly) contained tangle of cords.

I don't mind at all. It's our normal.

So, I am in this group. I have been silent for several days, reading the frequent posts but not contributing. Today, I offered a quick question about the CF clinic in Denver and was met with an overwhelmingly positive response. From people who KNOW.

I'm not wanting to hug them and sing Kumbaya, but I will probably keep reading. Because their normal is the same as my normal.

First Day of School

Thursday was the first day of school. I always try to offer my students something a little quirky because that first day is often SO boring and the students are SO miserable. My take on the first day this year? A video I made using the Talking Tom 2 app on my iPad. Super geeky. See! Technology is incredibly useful in an educational setting. :)