So what if it’s a day late and a dollar short? Shelby’s still a cutie pie, and all is forgiven, right? Yeah, I thought so, LOL.
So what if it’s a day late and a dollar short? Shelby’s still a cutie pie, and all is forgiven, right? Yeah, I thought so, LOL.
This time last year my family and I were living in a trailer without power because the trailer we had been living in had just burned. The inside breaker box overloaded and caught fire in the back bedroom. Thankfully, we were all awake at the time. Everyone was in the kitchen and living room at the time cooking and just hanging out, so all we had to do was get everyone out and away from the trailer. But we forgot all about Mr. FatChick’s gun cabinet being in that bedroom with all the long guns and ammo until it got hot enough for the ammo to start going off on its own.
Middle DS, his Pregnant GF, and a close family friend, Almost a Son, were sharing that bedroom at the time. Thankfully, the three of them were in the kitchen cooking when something made Middle DS look down the hallway that was covered by a thick curtain. He took off down the hallway, and later told us the door knob to the bedroom was glowing. All he could think of was the baby stuff they had in the room like the sonogram pics, the baby book she’d just filled in the family tree in, the outfit he had gotten the baby that said, “Daddy’s Girl” on the chest.
Although Middle DS was in the local volunteer fire department and knew better, instinct took over and he grabbed that glowing door knob and flung that door open in hopes of saving anything he could. Thankfully, as the door flew open, he hit his knees as fire shot down the hallway ceiling over his head. He realized then it was too late to save anything and the only thing left to do was get everyone out and to safety. That’s when he and my Almost a Son went into action.
Middle DS started yelling at the top of his lungs that the house was on fire, to get out and get out now! Almost a Son went into action trying to help Middle DS’s Pregnant GF out of the trailer. Youngest DS and Mr. FatChick headed out the door.
All I really remember is that I was sitting in the chair by the door still holding the phone because I was trying to call 911. I’d been sitting so long, I was stiff and stove up, so I was getting up and moving slowly, like the old fat lady I am. My laptop was sitting in front of me where I was working on an editing project for a client when all the excitement started, so I grabbed it by the screen and snatched with everything I had. Middle DS yelled at me not to worry about the stupid laptop, and I told him I had to finish the project and couldn’t work without it. It’s really crazy what goes through your mind at times like that, times when your world is literally burning down around your ears, but that’s what went through mine. I had to finish that project.
It’s my understanding that Almost a Son had gotten Middle DS’s Pregnant GF to her car safely, although she slipped and fell in the yard one time because our yard was like a mud bog, but she was there and safe at the car. Middle DS had come back for me, and I remember throwing the phone back toward the house as I walked across the porch on bare feet with my laptop dangling from my hand by the screen and unbeknownst to me half the cord trailing from it as well. He helped me make it to the steps, and when I stepped onto the first one, they tried to flip with me. Remember now, I’m a big girl, so this isn’t surprising, except for the fact that this is the first time they’d ever tried to throw me.
I handed the laptop to my son so I could hold on to the hand rail and ride these puppies down for eight seconds. On my way down, I started calling out common sense orders to the guys in the yard like, “Kill the power!” which Middle DS took off to do (not sure what he did with the laptop). By this time I’d hit the muddy yard with my bare feet and was trying not to slip-slide away as I headed toward Pregnant GF’s car. I have to give her credit, she started to come back across the mud for me, but I yelled at her to stay where she was. She was already safe, let me make my way to her. Just get into the car and sit down so we’d know where she was and that she was safe.
As I’m crossing the great mud bog a-slippin’ and a-slidin’ all the way, I’m still calling out orders like, “Get the propane tank away from the house before it blows!” We had one of those small propane tanks like you use on a grill hooked up to our heater at the time. Thankfully, it wasn’t a bigger one, because I found out later that the ammo in the gun cabinet had started going off by this time and Middle DS was trying to break the copper line going to the tank with his bare hands because he didn’t have any tools while dodging these rounds going off all over the place. That boy’s got skills I didn’t even know he had because he bobbed and weaved in all the right places getting it done and threw the propane tank on back in the yard away from the fire and heat. Little tip here: Don’t test the Big Bang Theory because it works every time.
“Move the dogs away from the house so they don’t get burned!” We had our dogs out in the yard on chains with all the amenities; dog house, food, water, pool, sauna, Xbox 360 with 40-inch LED TV, I mean, these dogs had it made. Well, Mr. FatChick springs into action and starts moving the dogs on their chains so they hopefully won’t get shot or turned into doggy jerky by the fire. Thankfully, it worked and all the dogs survived and are happy and healthy today and will be competing for the big prize in the DogGone Down South Doggie Xbox 360 Video Game Playoffs to be held later this summer. They’re hoping to win 3rd prize: free WiFi for you and two of your friends for life. What can I say, they’re addicted to Barkbook and Growler. I thought they’d want 1st prize: surgically implanted opposing thumbs so they can text faster. Go figure.
And I’m still making my way across the mud bog. Yes, this is The Original Fat Chick in high gear folks, and it’s like I’m moving in slow motion… Seriously. About this time I hear Mr. FatChick’s truck crank up. Now I know it can’t be him because he’s moving the dogs, it can’t be Middle DS because he’s busy with the propane tank, can’t be Almost a Son or Pregnant GF because they’re at her car waiting for me to get there. Who does that leave? Youngest DS. What?! Yep, Youngest DS, who doctors have said isn’t the brightest crayon in anyone’s box, figured out all on his own that his daddy’s truck was full of gas and if it stayed parked next to a burning house it would blow up. So he decided it might be a good idea since everyone else was a little preoccupied, for him to take some initiative and move it before that happened. You know why he thought of it? Because I’ve always told my kids, “Don’t test the Big Bang Theory because it works every time.” See, it’s amazing what kids pick up when you least expect it, so be careful what you teach even when you’re not thinking about it.
I finally make it to the car and Almost a Son helps me get into the front passenger side seat. Next think I know, Middle DS shows up with my laptop and tells me to lean forward, at which time he puts the laptop behind my back in the seat. Why he put it there I still don’t know, but that’s where he put it, and that’s where it stayed till I got to my parents’ house probably a couple of hours later. As a matter of fact, I’m writing this post on it right now. Don’t know if I’ve ever said this to you, but I know I should have. Thanks son.
Everybody except Mr FatChick makes it into Pregnant GF’s car and Middle DS gets us the heck out of there so none of us will get shot by the flaming trailer. We’re going up the road for him to go get one of the fire trucks to try to save what he can of our trailer when he remembers Mr. Fatchick might not need to be there alone with all those burning chemicals that trailers are made with since he has a serious heart condition and COPD. So he stops in the middle of the road, jumps out of the car, and starts running back to the house. Almost a Son jumps into the front seat and keeps driving us toward town because all we can think of is getting to a phone since all our cell phones were in the house and are probably toast by this time.
Then it hits me. We’re passing houses. We live in the country. I bet some of these folks have house phones. Why don’t we stop and use a phone? Yeah, go old school. So we back up and pull into the last driveway we passed, drive up the little hill, and Almost a Son runs up to the door and calls 911. Then out of nowhere Middle DS jumps into the front seat and we’re off to my parents’ house to use the phone to call 911 like he doesn’t see Almost a Son on the phone at this house. ADHD, Bipolar Disorder, and a bigger impulse control disorder do not go well with fear and adrenaline. But at least we are now headed to my parents’ house, people I know and that I know can help.
Thank you to the many people who came to try to save our trailer. Unfortunately, it and just about everything in it was a total loss. Thankfully, no one was hurt while fighting the fire. And here we sit almost exactly a year later staying with my parents again for other reasons. I should probably be ashamed of that, but I’m not. We’re all together. We’re safe. We’re alive and happy. We’re still here to love and be loved, and that’s what matters. God isn’t done with us yet is all I can figure, and we’ll be here till His plan for us is complete. So this Thursday I’m thankful for a strong family that can come back from anything because we put our faith and trust in God and let him lead and we follow. He knows what He’s doing, we just need to stay out of His way and let Him work.
I’m thankful I started doing these Thankful Thursday posts. They give me a reason to stop and look at my life, at where I am in the world, and what’s going on around me. I try to look at the small things as well as the large and try to find the silver lining in the dark things as well as looking at the shining stars.
This week, I’m just happy to be here. The Fat Chick is sick as I wrote in another blog post. I could be mad at being sick, but instead, I feel thankful that the problems have been found and further tests are being run to get to the bottom of things. I know I’m going to be okay because I’m a firm believer in the saying, If God brings you to it He’ll see you through it. Faith is free, so I can afford to have a lot of it, LOL!
I’m thankful that the common cold only lasts so long. My granddaughter Shelby caught a cold and was so pitiful. She tried to be her usual happy self, but she just didn’t understand why she didn’t feel good. I hate that as she gets older she’ll get used to being sick and getting over it, but that’s how life is. For now, I’m just thankful she feels better and is back to her old self again.
I have found out there really are decent people out there in this word, even when it comes to doing business. I’ve been exceptionally blessed in my business with clients that have been very understanding when something has happened and my work has been interrupted for whatever reason. I’m so thankful for clients who understand that I work my hardest for them, but sometimes things happen that are beyond my control like a house fire, a spouse’s multiple heart attacks and medical procedures, getting new diagnoses that take more tests for myself, sick kids… you get the idea. While I am a very dedicated editor and proofreader, my family comes first. I don’t know how else to be, and I don’t think I’d want to be any other way if I did. It’s a large part of the reason I’m a freelancer. So even though you may never see this, thank you to each and every one of you.
Family is where it’s at. My family is everything to me. They are my safety net, the ones I know when the chips are down always have my back. My family is my heart and soul, and home is where they have to take you back. Knowing my family has always been behind me has made it possible for me to accomplish everything I have in my life. Without my family I would be lost, so I always have been and will always be very thankful for them.
Take a minute to look around you. What are you thankful for? Leave a comment and share with me.
As I sit here on Christmas morning 2014, I have so many things to be thankful for it’s amazing. I’m not sure how many will make the list onto this blog, but I just want everyone to know I’m thankful for so many things in my life, especially those of you who take the time out of your lives to read what I write here in the blogosphere. It may not mean much to you, but there are times this is the only thing that keeps the Fat Chick sane and stops Fatopia from burning down around me.
1. Thank you, God, for my family and friends, and for letting us get together to exchange gifts, share memories, honor your son’s birth, and make new memories. Thank you for giving me new family members this year in my new granddaughter and grandson (pics to follow soon!), letting me get to know my godson better and spend more time with him (again, pics will be coming soon!), flor letting old wounds be healed, and bringing back the true meaning of Christmas to us all. I have truly been blessed in ways I never expected and am more thankful for than I have word to express. All I can say, Lord, is thank you!
2. I’m thankful for the silly little things in life, for they sometimes bring the biggest smiles to people’s faces. This year is my youngest DS’s last “kid” Christmas because he will be 18 in April. He has special needs that will make part of every Christmas a kid Christmas, but this is the last year we get to go all out to give him one. Well, the fat man in the red suit took a parting shot at him in his stocking this year when he left him a bag of coal. This is actually the second year he’s gotten a bag of coal in his stocking, but for some reason, this year instead he’s just gotten the biggest kick out of it, and for that I am truly thankful. It reminds me that sometimes it’s the small things in life that matter most.
And when I got my stocking it turns out I wasn’t as bad as he was this year because I only got two lumps of coal, but I was still a bad girl. I love it, ha, ha, ha!
3. I’m thankful for memories. As they were cleaning for the Christmas gathering, they found some pictures that were a real blast from the past. I took a picture of this one with my phone. It’s from when I was homeschooling two of my sons. )The teenager is my middle DS. He was aboug 15 at the time. The little redhead is my youngest DS, Baby FatChick, LOL!) There were many more memories found that day. I’m so thankful that they were, especially after our house burned in February of 2014. It reminded me just how precious memories are, and how great it is to have a little something to remind you of them when you least expect it.
I don’t do this often, but my dad got a call last night. His cousin who is only four months older than him passed away last night. Please keep her family and friends and our whole family in prayer. Thank you all, and Merry Christmas!
What are you thankful for this Christmas? Let me know in the comments below.
This Thursday, I’m thankful for many things. I’m not even going to set a limit to the number of things I’m going to list or the way the list will turn out. I’m just going to say a little prayer and write what God leads me to. And here we go.
Things I’m thankful for:
1. The fact that God is always watching over my family and friends, blessing, and protecting us, and that He has a plan that He works to in His time, and all we have to do is trust in Him to lead the way. If I didn’t get to believe there was someone else in charge of all of this I’d truly go nuts. Thanks for always having my back, Big Guy!
2. Rubber bands. I have not seen my sister-in-law smile or heard her laugh as much as she did the other day when she was making bracelets with DS. Who would have thought little rubber bands could bring so much happiness to a grown woman? I know spending time with her nephew had something to do with it too, but when Mr. Fatchick came home with another bracelet kit and gave it to her, she had a ‘possum eatin’ grin on her face like I haven’t seen in years. So thank you for little rubber bands and the fact no one thought of popping each other with them… yet.
3. Working from home. I don’t talk on this blog much about what it is that I do for a living, but I edit and proofread book manuscripts from home (don’t judge my editing skills by my writing skills, please, lol). My doctor recently had to play around with my medications again, making me pretty tired all the time. Add that to the narcolepsy I already have, and it’s a really good thing I work from home. It’s also a good thing that I don’t live alone, or I’d end up face down in the floor a lot of the time. Just what I’d need for Christmas pictures… carpet burns on my face.
4. Big brothers. My brother and I don’t always see eye to eye. In fact, we usually mix like oil and water. I’m talking to the point my parents came home to find me standing on the porch and him standing at the foot of the steps with us both drawn down on each other with shotguns when we were teenagers. But every once in a while he does something really cool that makes all the other stuff worth it.
Last night, my brother brought in a “fat chick size” (his exact words) pack of Reese’s peanut butter cups coming in at 2 – 8 oz. cups in the package. Yeah, I agree… fat chick size. Now I’m just looking for the golf ball size m&ms, and I’ll be all set.
5.Digital music channels on TV. My parents went out Christmas shopping yesterday. While they were gone, DS found the “old music channel” on the satellite. He listened to it for what I understand to be a pretty good while before they got home while I was asleep. He then got them to keep listening to it, which they did all afternoon and evening. And it’s true, music soothes the savage beast. Yesterday was one of the most laid back days we’ve had around here in a long time. Really cool and much appreciated.
It leaves me with a question though. If their music was classic rock when I was a kid and the music I grew up to is classic rock now, what’s their’s called now… Ancient boulder?
What are you thankful for? Leave a comment and let me know. I’d love to hear from you!
I’ve started receiving early Christmas presents. I love all of the presents I’ve gotten, but the one I love the most is the one my 17-year-old son made me with his own two hands. The present: a bracelet made from rubber bands.
Now this bracelet is special to me for several reasons. First, he made it all by himself. DS is one of God’s special little people. He has a lot of issues, one of which is multiple developmental delays. His aunt sat with him this afternoon and used the rubber bands on his fingers to teach him how to make the bracelets by himself because that’s what he decided he wanted to do for everyone for Christmas this year (the woman is a saint I tell you). It took a little while, but he got the hang of it and ran with it.
Secondly, the colors he chose are close to my heart. My mother has myeolofibrosis. The way it was explained to me is that her bone marrow is slowly turning into fibrous tissue like scar tissue (find out more about myeolofibrosis here). All I know for sure is her best shot at a cure would be a bone marrow transplant that Medicare has refused to pay for because she’s 64 years old, so she has to go for blood transfusions at least once a month. She usually has to take at least two units at a time, and this takes the better part of six hours to run into her arm, so that’s a whole day out of her life by the time she signs in and everything else. But that’s a whole different blog post to come later.
A few months back my parents got some myeolofibrosis awareness bracelets and passed them out. One of the bad things about being a fat chick is that things like that don’t usually fit me, and true to form thos bracelets didn’t either. I was heartbroken because I couldn’t wear a bracelet like the rest of the family to show my support for my mom. I cried when nobody was looking, but I put a good face on it in front of everyone, telling them that it was okay and I didn’t really mind.
Well, DS remembered those bracelets were purple and green, and he made me a half purple, half green bracelet for Christmas. He went ahead and gave it to me today. It means a lot that he remembered my feelings were hurt and fixed the situation in true DS style. Yes, he gets style points for this one!
Thrid, DS didn’t even have to measure my wrist to get the size right. He said he just thought about how big my arm is and made the bracelet. And it fit on the first try. Oh yes, more style points!
And now I proudly unveil DS’s creation. Here is the second bracelet he ever made. I couldn’t be prouder of him, and it’s my favorite Christmas present this year.
Isn’t it beautiful? I’d rather have this bracelet than any made of gold or silver. It’s priceless because I may wear it on my wrist, but it lives in my heart.
Have you received any Christmas presents yet this year? Would you like to share any memories of presents past? I’d love to hear them in the comments!
Now it is officially Christmas on the homefront here in Fatopia. We have our Christmas tree up! It has lights! Still needs some more decorations, but we have some reinforcements coming in to help with that later today, hopefully. And the best part is that I get to sit here in the living room in front of it and look at it all the time because the living room is my bedroom for right now. Christmas cool 🙂
Here’s what the tree looks like so far. I’ll update the pics as it gets decorated more and more and when it’s a finished product.
I try my best to be thankful every day, but today will be my first Thankful Thursday post. I want to shine a light on five things in my life that I’m thankful for this week. It may be the same five things as last week. It may be the same five things next week. But for right now, this is what I’m thankful for this week.
I am thankful for that God has brought our family through another week together, that He has kept us safe, that He makes sure we have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies, and that He blesses us and watches over us in too many ways to mention. The best thing I ever did was to ask God to take charge of my life and open my heart and invite Jesus in. The world has been a whole new place, my family life has improved by leaps and bounds, my life in general has gotten nothing but better. The best part is knowing He’s got this no matter what this happens to be, that He can handle all things and does on my behalf every day. Oh yes, my God is mighty and He is good!
I’m thankful for a son who is willing to let us borrow his vehicle when we need it. Our car has been down and out in Fatopia for months and months. Any time we need anything from the store, need to go to town, or have to go to the doctor it’s either bum a ride or beg a vehicle. We are blessed that our oldest son will let us borrow his vehicle to go to and from the doctor when we need to. If it wasn’t for that, I’m not sure Mr. FatChick and I would be able to make the trips we do to and from all the doctors we have to see.
I am thankful for the ability to witness the circle of life happening around me. In the last year our family has been bless with our first granddaughter and grandson, a new calf, and seven puppies. We’ve had our share of loss along the way, which I’d prefer not to remember right now for personal reasons, but who doesn’t suffer losses in this life? But I see every birth as a miracle and I’m thankful for every one that we have and that I hear about others having as well.
I’m thankful for credit, for without it no one on my Christmas list would be getting a present this year. Yes, money’s tight and times are hard for everyone, especially us since Mr. FatChick had to come off work with a bad thumping gizzard a few years ago. Fortunately, there’s this amazing thing called credit that allows you to make purchases, get your stuff, and stretch the payments out over time. Yes, I’m thankful for credit right now, but let’s wait till after the first bills get there next year and see what I have to say then, lol. Oh yeah, and I’m also thankful for deferred billing 🙂
And last but certainly not least, I’m thankful for family and friends (and hopefully readers) that understand what life can be like with narcolepsy. A prime example of what my life is like dealing with it is this post. I started working on it well over twelve hours ago and have been on it looking for graphics or writing or whatever since I started, and sleeping. Oh yes, we can’t forget the sleeping. I do a lot of that at times, and today has been one of those time. On the flip side, there are times I don’t sleep at all for long periods of time. Not sure if that’s the bipolar disorder beating out the narcolepsy or if it’s how narcolepsy works (I’m a whole bag of tricks.), but it’s how I live. So I ask for you to be as understanding as my family is as they watch me drooling into my own lap on the chaise lounge in the den on any given afternoon.
What are you thankful for in your life? Use the comments and tell me. I’d really like to hear about it
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