4 Scars and one year ago…

Well, it’s been a year, and let me tell you what has changed… not a whole hell of a lot, except I have 4 cool scars and no period (which is pretty great).  I will say that I immediately embraced the scars.  Can’t really say why, but I’ve started showing my midsection more since the surgery… I guess my subconscious wants to be proud of my battle wounds, I’m also half hoping someone will ask me what they are and I can tell them I got into some bad ass knife fight while trying to break up a gang altercation.  Believable, right?  Yeah that’s what I thought too.

It’s been a crazy year though.  New job, some pretty serious family shit, 4 lost family members and my daughter learned what sarcastic means.  I think that has quite literally been my proudest moment of the year…

Willa (my daughter) and I are in Arizona for the Ironman there.  We walk to CVS to gather supplies for creating signs for a friend and she begins to cough, sticking out her tongue saying, “man these germs here are really killin’ me.  Not really killing me, I’m being sarcastic.”  I swooned!  Apparently so did the older couple walking behind me because they started laughing uncontrollably.  I turn around and say beaming, “you laughing at my 4 year old accurately using the word sarcastic?”  To that they responded, “yeah, well actually we are laughing at a 4 year old even knowing what sarcasm is.”  My response was “well in our family if you are not sarcastic you die” then my daughter chimes in once more, “not really, she is being sarcastic”.

Now if that does not tell you a bit about my family I’m not sure what will.  My husband and I got married on April Fools day, because if you take life too seriously you miss the point of it all! We started the wedding with the minister’s first line being “Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. And wuv, tru wuv…” (if you don’t know what that’s from you have serious problems and I can’t help you) and I have absolutely no regrets.

I learned sarcasm at a young age too. It the primary language spoken in my house, and if you didn’t speak and understand it, your feelings would forever be hurt. I didn’t want to live in the land of eternal butthurtdome, so I tucked away any urge I had towards normal communication and traded it in for a witty whip of a tongue.  It’s truly become a way of showing my love, so I tell everyone, “hey, if I’m too nice to you, I just don’t like you all that much.” And when I say that I almost always get someone piping up saying, “hey you are nice to me” and my response is “yeah, well…” with a shrug of the shoulders as I walk away.  Sometimes my husband forgets this about me, so I have to nicely remind him to “chill out”… he loves that (if you aren’t picking up on the sarcasm here we aren’t friends).  But basically if anyone has an issue with my sarcasm, not only are you gunna have a bad time, but you are also gonna have to take that up with my dad and siblings (maybe mom a little bit too).  Lately I’ve been battling it out with my oldest sister because she get’s to the one liners faster than me, and I really don’t like that.  Please stop.  You are not impressing anyone, okay?  Ugh, alright fine, I’m impressed.  There, I said it… bitch.

So what is the point of this post? Let’s see if I can remember… Oh yeah, big shit can happen in your life and it does not have to impact you negatively.  It’s been a year since I lost 3 organs, but I’ve gained 4 scars, a pride in my midsection, gotten even more resilient and maybe even a little bit more sarcastic (if that was even possible).

 

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