The Life I Chose to live

     Finally I'm starting to feel myself again. By that I mean I'm no longer on pain meds and sleeping with my face wrapped in an ice pack. Everything else is still an adjustment. I've been experimenting with foods to find out what I can and can't eat. For comfort reasons I am adjusting when and how long I wear my dentures... and I have definitely been trying different types of adhesive. That is definitely not a one size fit all category. I personally hate the feel of adhesive so I will be trying thermoplastic in the very near future.    And thankfully, these are not my permanent teeth. I definitely do not like the feel of plastic and I'm glad I chose porcelain. The plastic may look good, but it doesn't have anywhere near the density that I was expecting. Even chewing is a task. I guess that is why I am looking forward to July. July 21st to be exact. I finally go to be fitted for my final set. YAY!

     You would think after nearly 9 months I would have found a way to be okay with the fact that my grandma is gone. But somehow just as I think I'm okay she finds a way back into my mind and I want to scream and cry.. I guess I haven't really allowed myself to mourn the way I should. In my defense, I don't really have anyone to sit and talk about her with either. The family we share aren't a part of my life... asides from my auntie Le that is taking it just as hard as I am.     I guess that's why I'm here talking about her. To share with the world what an amazing woman she was.    Anyone who laid eyes on her could see the obvious. She was beautiful, intelligent, and bold. But what you can't see is that she hid her pain from the world. Her story isn't one from a novel where the princess got the prince and lived happily ever after. Nor is she the scorned woman full of hatred from the life she was dealt. She is the survivor. She met my grandpa in V...

     Just when you think the growing up is paused for just a second, life reminds you that your baby isn't a baby anymore.  Damian is growing up to be such an intelligent little man. We are barely into the second semester of his second grade year and this little guy comes parading in carrying his library book. I take a look at it and it's at grade level 2.9.    For those of you that aren't up to code on what that means, the first number is grade reading level. The second number is the progress level within that grade level. So long story short he is reading at nearly a 3rd grade level already. I'm so proud of him... but I'm also wondering how long I can hold on to him before he decides he's not my baby anymore. 😔 

 

 

      Damian and Raymon got this for me. Apparently it was supposed to be my Christmas gift from them, but due to Raymon not getting paid until 4 days before Christmas,  it did not make it in time.       I am absolutely in love with this. It's so pretty. I still haven't brought myself to take the necklace out of its box. Of all the things I received for Christmas,  this is my favorite. 

     It's been a while since I've done anything just for myself. So yesterday I went browsing and found this cute little desk.    When we moved into this house I left my desk behind to insure there was plenty of space for everyone else's things. I've regretted it every day since. But after decluttering and putting some "no so frequently used items" (holiday decor) away in the attic, I realized I had the perfect space for a small desk.      I'm so excited to have a space just for myself again.