Well said, crazy lady!

So, leave it to Roseanne to say it perfectly:

As spoken to Newsweek.

On being fat: "I used to just gorge," she says. "Now I gorge all day on smaller amounts. I'm still fat and I always will be and I don't care."

On irritating people: "The truth is I like it or I won't do it. It's fun to see what's underneath all the the fake niceness, when you scratch [the surface] and you see the crazy person come out."

I hope I don't wait until my 50's to quit it! Quit worring about being 'nice' and just be real. Real is wayyyy more interesting EVERY time.

My sister, the "monster bait"

On this Friday the 13th, I think a monster story is in order.

All my life, I have slept in what my mom calls a nest. I put my bed up against the wall and line the edge with blankets and stuffed animals. Basically, I sleep with my back against the wall facing my room. No fingers or toes poking over the edge of the mattress EVER (you know, the monster under the bed…) I still sleep this way now. Married 12 years. Same stuffies and blankies.

It may just look like it is comfortable, but it’s mostly about the mosters. If I can see the whole room, I might escape being eaten. I might have time to get out.

Well, when we were young, Becky-Boo and I would have sleep overs. I would ‘host’ these in my room. This was VERY good for the monster situation. See, if the monsters came in, they would eat her first and I would have time to get out. Perfect! The only problem with this arrangement was that I made the poor decision once of telling her about the monsters eating her first.

She didn’t sleep over much after that! I can’t blame her tho. If I found out I was monster bait, I’d leave too. Poor Becky-Boo.

2 more things.

Once as an adult, I decided there were NO monsters under my bed. Silly silly girl. So I boldly stuck my toes down over the edge of the mattress. I felt empowered. I wiggled my toes all around. HA! NO MONSTERS! But then my cat, who was in the room without my knowing it, ATTACKED my foot. I screamed and my heart raced. NEVER AGAIN. Stupid monsters.

At my husbands work, he sits at a counter and helps customers all day. His is the second chair from the door. So, when anyone comes in all mad, they go to the first guy! Husband thinks it’s just because coworker is closer to the door. I say its monsters. All monsters. Coworker is closer to the monsters, therefore he gets eaten while my husband can escape!

See?

So much has happened.

Here's the scoop.

We are back in Milwaukie and getting back in the swing of things. Life in Bend ended up being pretty nice. After the big shock of moving and finding that it wasn't what we thought, or what we were promised.... finding ourselves ALONE and knowing no one.... finding that friends really weren't friends after all..... we found our way. We were able to really get back to being a family. I don't think that could have happened had we not been given the chance to REALLY be together without distractions. We each had a decent job, we could afford to see movies and go out to dinner, and it was feeling like home. But, here's the thing about "home"... It really is where your people are. We had to decide where we wanted to put down roots. With (mostly) Jackson in mind, we decided our roots need to be where our family and loved ones are.

I will say that the 2nd year of living in Bend was nice. It really is beautiful there. And there really is something to starting over somewhere. No one knows you. No one has any pre-conceived ideas about you. You can just BE. That was peaceful. Home is where people know you and your history and your everything. But, still? Home is where we belong.

So, here we are.

Getting settled back in. Wish us luck!