success all around!

Well, I accomplished a goal. I finished my CNA course with an A average and now I'm waiting to take the dreaded Pearson Vue test to be officially Wisconsin certified.. here's to asswipes!..literally. ha.

In the meantime of Sept and now, things have been going decently. I was going to input a blog sometime in October following recieving a text simply saying "I'm pregnant, don't tell Mom and Dad!!"

.....

Well, Emily had her tubes tied after she gave birth to Alex. With each pregnancy she had things were increasingly shitty and it was simply the best option. For her to get pregnant is of course nothing to look down on, but at the same time, her disease is progressing, she's struggling health-wise lately and financially of course, (aren't we all?), her current relationship has been up and down and up then back down then up for a bit over and over again like a record, and the change of giving Huntington's to another one of her kids scared the shit out of her and me. I asked her how far along she was and she said that she thought it was only a couple of weeks or so, that she hasn't seen a doctor yet she's only taken one at-home pee-on-a-stick test.

A couple weeks passed and I still didn't really know what to think about the news. I texted her and asked her how she was doing and how the pregnancy was, if she had seen a doctor yet. her response created even more shock.......... "OH! I'm not pregnant, we read the test wrong.. hahah!!!!'''

That turd. For the past 2 weeks before learning that I was secretly worried sick about her, the baby, what my family would think, etc etc etc etc x100.

Geez louise.

I went on a trip and came back to Monroe for a weekend to re-coop after major jet-lag, and of course food from Mom n Dads and to go out to see some friends. (minor insertion of personal life here-- never date someone because they can buy you the world, date someone because they might not have a penny but would be more than willing to do anything to give you the world, case closed.) When I was home I talked to Em and we decided to meet up, a friend of ours who passed away years ago always has his family and friends get together around the time of his birthday somewhere in town, and it was a wedding reception for another friend, lots of things about life to celebrate, and shit, the clocks went back an hour, can we say another hour to drink?? I saw Em out with a few friends and she had a blast. She knows and realizes and accepts now that she's not supposed to be drinking, which is GOOD. All it does it fuel her emotions to be on a rollercoaster even more.

She got into a few fights with teenager, one almost landed a restraining order against him from her and another one made me call his phone number and ask what the fuck he did to her... turns out his dad answered and apparantly I scared the crud out of him to the point where he thought HE did something wrong.... oops :) Don't fuck with my family ppl, I'll tell ya what's up. ha. Anyways, she called me and freaked out and told me how she's concerned about her up and down emotions and I'm sure her boyfriend doesn't like to be dumped every other day. So, I'm VERY very very proud of her for what she told me next, she said that she made a Dr. appt, for herself, to find out more about where she stands with the progression of Huntingtons and if she needs to be put on any new kind of medicine. I told her to make a list now of things she would like to bring up, things she's concerned about, things that are happening that she feels are beyond her control to manage etc. I'm glad that she's being more aware of what's going on in her life with the disease and how she continues to be so strong with dealing with it all, I've never heard her flip out about the disease once, she's only freaked out about her boyfriend etc.

More good news? Both me and her landed jobs on the same day. YAY US! We both start Tuesday next week :o) make that money honey. She texted me and said "help! call me!" of course i did right away and of course she didn't answer as always and I did my game of not answering when she called back, she likes phone tag and thinks it's hilarious, and she has no idea that I do it on purpose, maybe someday I tell her. muhaha. She texted "so i quit the manor two years ago without notice but I want to work there again, what do I say?" hahahhahaha.... dork. Well i gave her awesome sisterly advice and now she will be working part-time back there again! coolness. I'm uneasy about how well this will last or work out, but I give the girl credit for getting back out there and trying. So many people these days don't, so, she kicks ass. That's all :)

sorry blog

I ignored you for the full summer almost.

I'm happy to say that I've taken another step towards my reason of moving home, I'll be a certified nursing assistant by the end of the year. Going back to school was hard after not being in it for over 7 years, but it's a step in the right direction for my goal and what I want to do.

Matter of fact, my biggest report/presentation is due this coming Monday morning at 8am, and we had to choose from a list of diseases provided by our teacher. Guess what was at the top of the list and was what i decided to sign up for? It's bittersweet but it's forced me to again look into and remind myself of what the future holds.

Today right now I'm sitting at a laptop-only desk in the public library in downtown Madison watching videos of people with Huntington's Disease, trying to decide how far I want to go with this report.

I haven't started it yet.

I don't know if i can or if I want to include anything about Emily or not. I emailed my teacher for permission to use personal experience but I'm undecided if it's something that I want to let my class know. Half of them irritate the living shit out of me and I'd want to slap them if they didn't pay attention. Therefore, I'm undecided. Plus, this shit is personal. I've never been good with expressing myself in an honest true way. I tried the whole band thing and the ego of the other singer took over and now that short goal was killed. Word of advice? Never join a band. Well, if you play an instrument, go for it, but don't be a chick singer in a group of has-been nobodys.

Anyways, emily is doing ok. She hasn't shaved her head since the last time I saw her thankfully. To my knowledge no mullet is present either. I get to see her and the kids this weekend, it's Cheese Days in Monroe. Laugh it up. It's cool. Cheese rocks. I havent seen her at all this summer except for in the beginning when I went to the zoo with her Rusty and the kids. I kinda miss that weird chick. She was going to come up for Taste of Madison but her boyfriends brakes needed work on his car so she didn't make it which was ok because I randomly went to go see my boyfriend in CA for the weekend. Yeah, wish me luck on this one I dont have good luck in that category do i? Ugh. This weekend should be quite stellar. My parents are having a party saturday during the day and somewhat of a Bystry family reunion. There shall be polish sausage for all! ....and beer. :)

Time to stop putting off my report. I'll post it on here after it's all done, maybe. Happy Cheese Days weekend to you all and to all a good night.

"Call me back, bye!"

BAHAHAHAH.......

So I just tried to call the bald one.. yes the bald one. Oh, you don't know? She pulled a damn Britney Spears and shaved her hair off, it's probably boy short by now since this was back around Mothers Day.. damn I haven't updated in awhile. Moving on, what the hell is so funny? Emily called me a few days ago around, oh, say 3 or 4am, it was a night off of mine so I was sleeping during the night, and when I wake up I have a voicemail of her absolutly bawling her head off. She said she did something stupid to Zach (aka teenager) and that she needed to call me back. Well, you guessed it, she was shitfaced when she called, the gal can't hold an ounce of alcohol anymore I swear.

Long story short: I get her voicemail and she says fast in one sentence, "HiThisIsEmilyI'mNotHereSoCallMeBackBye"
...... don't most people say they will call YOU back?
She's one of a kind.

Mothers day was pretty awesome, for the first time in a long long time we had my entire immediate family and thier million kids down in Monroe at my parents place. A simple cook-out was all it was, but it was nice. Lots of pictures taken and more food eaten. Unfortunatly I had to work that night so my dad haaaaaaadddddd to take my home. He actually likes to escape from all the women, can't blame the guy. We of course took all backroads up listening to Johnny Cash stopping by Culvers to get shakes. Good stuff.

Emily has randomly texted me since the crying fit, sounds like things are better. Her little Alex turned 4 yesterday :o) That kid is a smart one, I hope he had a kickass birthday. Kohna had a dance recital this past weekend that I couldn't make it to due to lack of car. ha. Pictures are coming in the mail soon so therefore I am stoked.

As far as the disease goes, she's seeming to be out of it more, and the moods are getting even more extreme. She still calls me with her ups and downs and still doesn't listen to a damn word I say for advice. Gotta love it.

happy birthday!

Today marks one year of me randomly blogging and spelling shit wrong and probably many other errors. Time sure does fly. A year ago today I was on Guam after just coming back there from vacation HERE where I'm now living, and about to buy a plane ticket to move home after finding out about Emily. It's amazing how much can happen in 365 days.

Now i'm home, enjoying time with old friends, family, watching seasons change and eating the best cheese on earth ;) But I've got to say, winter sucked. There were days that it was TOO cold to open the spa on time... too cold, seriously. I'm talking wind chills of more than -20. Insanity if i do say so myself.

Luckily Emilys progression over this past year has been minimal. She's still her dorky self. There is more random twitching and extreme moods, but I really think the guy she's with is helping her out a ton, even though I was leery at first, he's a good egg afterall.

Here's to many more years ahead.. :)

Joke time!

Tonight randomly sprung another texting session. Emily texts me, what do you call a dog in the summer?

Does she think I'm an idiot? Well, it wouldn't be a cold dog.

Next, and I'm currently waiting on the dumb humor answer, she asks, "What lake tastes good with french fries?" To which I replied.. "no idea." But I'm guessing a Great Lake, I'll keep you informed on the answer as it comes.

So last weekend was Easter, holidays seem so mundane as I get older. Celebration of choice was meeting up with my sister Liz and her husband Matt and thier little one Kyle to eat at a buffet-style place in Freeport. Jen had to work and Emily was going to thier kids' dads place.

As we were driving up we passed two speeding blaring ambulances and cops on every road almost. Apparantly a crazy guy barged into his ex-wife's house, shot him and her current boyfriend, then went back to his house and tried, yes, tried, to shoot himself in the head. Poor guy was still alive when he was finally found.. suicide fail.
Ok that was mean. But, he tried to kill two people, who are luckily hanging on. So, he's a waste of life.

Anyways I didn't know this and didn't know details until we were eating our wonderful 5.99 all you can eat brunch. When you live in a small town, people know shit as it happens. My sister, who lives in a town of 100's, had the scanner on and kept us updated.

I guess I like living in a place where not many people know me. I keep to myself a lot and I don't know shit about many, and not many know shit about me, and I like it that way. Emily is the same. Although she lives in Monroe which is aka gossip-central, she doesn't have cable, she doesn't have a computer, she only has a cell phone, which she obviously isn't talented at answering or using properly. She likes to do ACTUAL things and play with the kids outside, play music inside, etc. Kudos to the blue haired one.

By the way the answer was the Great Salt Lake, lame.