The Quiet Life of Violet

Dear Squid-Kid: Keep It

If there's one thing that I wish for, it's that you will have as much spunky-ness, funky-ness and heart as your Daddy. I know, I know, those are big shoes to fill (literally Squiddy, look at them), but I can already tell that you're going to be an amazing little person.

Remember to keep it classy, my lovely boy, okay? Let Daddy lead you by example.

Although, you're going to have to settle for a pair of Converse low-tops... I don't think they still SELL shoes that puffy anymore.

I love you more than the 90's loved bad patterns.

Forever (and ever and ever) yours,
Momma

 

Flashback Friday -- 15 Years Ago

Eleven years old, missing my dear leg and sick from chemo treatments. I had dark circles under my eyes & sallow skin, but you couldn't keep the Christmas out of me!

Mom lined us, my Sister (middle), my (brother far right) and I, all up in front of the fireplace for a picture  and we insisted on bringing our festive stuffed animals with us. Mackie (the one I'm holding face down) was my bear. THE bear. We had different costumes for each Holiday: a turkey suit, a santa  suit (with hat and beard!), heart covered bear-boxers and a green clover sweat shirt (I think?). I still have him, he's in our room. Poor Mackie has had his head sewn on twice (once crooked by my Mom, once by Linda, my Mother -in-Law), his legs patched up (my dog  liked to chew on them -- gross), his eyes chipped and his fur is SUPER matted, but he was and is still loved.

How thankful I am to be alive fifteen years later with hair and a Husband and my own Christmas decorations. And Mackie, too. He's the man.

p.s. -Did you notice the little dog in the bottom right hand corner? That was Dink (full name Ink-Spot A-Chihuahua), he was Dustin's favorite dog. Yep, Dustin met Dink five years after this picture was taken. :)

Flashback Fridays -- Stapling Letters

Hello there!

Hope you all are having a fantastic Friday... I sure am -- Dustin and I are away for the weekend!  The boy has business meetings today and tomorrow and his company put him up in a hotel out here in Watsonville (by Santa Cruz) for two nights. It's baby making time (ehhmm), so I decided to come with him and make a weekend out of it. I'm pretending like it's a mini vacation, even though I haven't really seen him all day.

I got up at 6am to drive Bub to his meeting, drove back here and have been working on my product paperwork  ever since. I mean, I HAVE been Twittering and Facebooking and watching cable, too. The cable is such a treat, but I realize that I am correct when I tell myself that we don't have cable because I watch mindless crap all day if we do.

So, yes. I am away from home, and like a doof I didn't plan ahead and prepare a post for today. While looking through my master picture folder, I came across this jem:

Yep, found this puppy in my Junior year Yearbook. I was one of THOSE girls. Spunky and funky and eager to express myself anyway that I could.

I used to have this navy blue Dickies messenger bag (very cool, mind you) that I used as a backpack. There was a large surplus of random art supplies in our home (my Momma liked to garage sale) and one day I stumbled upon a pack of these punch out letters. They were like the ones that teachers used to decorate the bulletin boards with in elementary school. I used to punch out the letters to feisty words and staple them to the top flap of my bag. I had this word, "Vixen" on my bag for a while. Feisty... no?

Ha! I also had the word "Luscious" on there one time, but it was only for a few days. Someone pointed out that what I had on my bag, "Lusious," was spelt wrong and I got all mortified and quickly took the word down. Yeah, spelling is not my strong suit. ;D

Oh, to be 16 again! Actually, I much prefer being 26. OH MY GOD... that was ten years ago. TEN.

*wide eyed, binks*

I'M OLD!

Flashback Fridays - A Yearbook Look Back.

This afternoon, while unpacking some boxes in my art room, I came across my High School yearbooks. Leafing through the pages, I was struck with a little pinch of sadness. I was VERY self conscious about the fake leg that I wore and went to all sorts of lengths to conceal it. I was afraid that people were going to judge me and hold the fact that I had had cancer against me. That guys would be grossed out by my fake limb and that I'd never get a date.

Yuck.

Now, being that I'm an adult and I just really don't give a crap if someone doesn't like me because I'm missing a leg, I wish (wish, wish!) that I would have been more outgoing. More comfortable with my body. That I would have been in a play and taken Leadership and been more outgoing. I wish I could say that I made the most out of my years at Freedom High (which, oddly enough, resembled a  prison...), but alas, I was a chicken.

[Grade 9. Grade 10. Grade 11. Grade 12.]

Here's to growing up and not being afraid of who you are anymore!

 




Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to Tahoe to hang with my family and see my cool cousin get hitched tomorrow!

<3