The Zombie Cinderella

So I get out of the ER. I’m groggy from mass amounts of pain killers, and tired from a day with a spasming belly. It’s funny how pain makes you tired, and combined with the drugs, I’m not walking in a straight line. I collapse facedown in bed, not even bothering to get under the covers.

-Buzz- 

I look down at my iphone 5, it’s a text from a guy friend, we’d kept missing each others phone calls over the weekend trying to catch up.

“Hey! You want to talk?”

“Sorry, just got out of the hospital. I was stuck in the ER all day and I’m on a lot of morphine.” I figured that would be enough to send him scurrying. He has the same habit of being incredibly busy that I do.

“Alright, but can I call and ask one question that will make you feel better?”

“Sure, but be prepared for a nonsensical answer : )”

That was our conversation verbatim. I had to look it up because I don’t actually remember that much. So my friend Ridge is in NROTC, which is a precursor to the Navy. And once a year, they have the Navy Ball. Which is what he asked me to. And, despite already having been home a month and gone through surgery, I said yes. So, these are my trials and tribulations as a zombie princess.

Ok, enough scary zombie things. Researching online for these pictures are going to give me nightmares.

As weird as this sounds, his invitation actually came at the perfect time. It’s given me something to look forward to instead of months of just sitting around and taking medicine. I go to bed at 9:00 because I only have x amount of weeks before the ball and I want to be as healthy as possible.  I get to spend hours giggling with Pie while looking for gowns (modcloth and Anthropologie surprisingly had the best). So here our some of our favorites (that we didn’t pick but definitely served as eye candy).

I would buy this instantly A) if it weren’t so expensive and B) If I didn’t already have a great dress at home. But you can dream right?

So indie, so cute, and so…. white. I read the comments (half were brides) and realized I didn’t want to scare my poor friend to death. But it’s just sooooooo ack adorable

Just found this one. Not buying it, but this is my (and your) excuse to look at pretty dresses : )

In all honesty, I almost bought this one. it has that perfect blend of formal and dancibility. Plus, it kind of takes your breath away.

I think there is some chemical in the female brain that just pumps out the serotonin when theres a pretty dress around. They’re definitely rarer than one might think, I’m shocked and appalled by the amount of ugly dresses in the world. Especially the gowns. There are too many rhinestones, they’re too tight, and that silly mermaid fit comes up all the time!

Well, the dress is done. But there’s this problem that haunts the darkest recesses of my X chromosomes. Make up. Dagnabit, it just isn’t a good thing. I mean, it’s a skill. And it’s one I think men just assume we know, maybe they think it develops during our gestation or something. Either way, it totally didn’t with me. I just know there’s a fine line between looking like Taylor Swift and Snooki. Between being a princess or a pumpkin.

So, panic ensued when I realized that I was going to a Navy ball, with all the pomp and circumstance. And I had to look like a put together adult woman (albeit a 20 year old one). Pencil liner? I can do that. Lip stain? Yeah maybe. But liquid liner that will stay in place all night with complementary eyeshadow? Pssshaw dream on.

Not to mention foundation. Gah. Texted my older sister in a panic, and she forced me to go to Macy’s and get a tutorial in using Clinique. Blush, foundation, all the primers in the world, and the whole shebang. It works, but it’s difficult. Pie tried doing a spontaneous eye design for her high school project on China, done in 15 min no mistakes. Dang artists. Dang my shaky hands. It’s getting easier. But our friend turned to me the other day and told me I need to practice every day, twice a day, before I’ll get good at it. So, it’s getting there. Flawless skin and lovely lashes are just around the corner, I think.

Hah, last problem, hair. For the past few years I’ve had a boy’s short haircut. It was easier to deal with when I first got sick and was constantly feverish. Plus, it’s wicked cute with dresses. But I grew it out this summer and I decided to take a crash course on hair. And who better to look to than a fashion icon of the century? Grace Kelly

As Mika sings…
“I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!”

Hah, it’s a great song. For the past few weeks I’ve been looking at her hair with great jealousy and interest.

I personally think this was a set up. She probably woke up with perfect hair. I mean, people do not become princesses of Morocco by being very good at faking it. She was the real deal, gorgeous and sophisticated. Luckily I found a video for those of us who aren’t so lucky.

So I’m teaching myself to use a Remington Hair Setter. Lets just say the first few attempts made me look like Shirley Temple. Pie nearly died and when I told Ridge he had a slightly panicked note in his voice. What? Looking like Shirley Temple isn’t the goal here? Heheh : )

Eh, so I’m a brunette with circles under my eyes from being on medical leave. So what? For one night, I get to be a princess. I get the chance to forget I’m really a zombie. And I think we all deserve that, to feel pretty for a moment. So as much as I joke that this is a lot of nonsense, I secretly like it. I hope you guys have ways you get to feel pretty/handsome/cute/awesome for a little while. Because we were made to be so. And I think we get down on ourselves a little too often about feeling sick and gross. So, look out for experiences in your life you can make special. Because we have to put some effort in too. Anyways, hope you guys have excellent weekends and hopefully more posts will ensue!

Be Well,

Teddy

You Can’t Take The Sky From Me

Hello 🙂 It’s pie. I’m sorry Teddy and I haven’t posted in a while. We actually have written a handful of posts we just haven’t perfected them to our liking. I wasn’t really expecting to write a post today but something came up. I hope you are having a wonderfully amazing winter break! My house has been filled with relatives and it is so much fun. I love this time of year. This is random but I was on the phone and the t.v. caught my eye. The news station was on and they were showing a video of a teenager about my age. At first I thought it was of a suicide case. But as I listened to the phone and read the headlines I realized he was an extremely popular YouTuber. I got really confused, why would a teenager who is so well off kill himself? This is where I was wrong, this boy did not commit suicide, he wasn’t murdered and he most certainly wasn’t kidnapped. He died. He died from a heart condition called (HCM) Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. Now you see why this is important to me. Teddy and I both have a rare syndrome that involves our hearts. Seeing how his heart changed his life and made him strong, made him inspirational, made him wise, and made his body weak pulled at my heart strings. Please watch his video.

His last few note cards were what really hit me. “I wish I NEVER woke up.”

Once in a dream I went to heaven. I never experienced happiness like I did in that dream. For some reason I was looking at myself look at heaven. I didn’t see heaven, but I felt heaven. My face had the happiest smile upon it and the light lit up my face. I was in heaven. I saw heaven. I knew that heaven was not a place to be afraid of. God showed Ben what heaven felt like. Heaven wasn’t a place of fear it is a place of perfection. Ben’s wish came true on December 25, 2011 Christmas Day. His heart once again stopped and this time it didn’t start back up again. I can’t say that I understand being so close to touching death and then returning to life. I have never nearly died. My heart has never stopped. But I have felt like I was going to die before. I have been afraid, terrified even, of my body. I am so thankful for his video though. When I think of all of the people his video touched it is more of a miracle than a video. I am having a hard time expressing what my heart is feeling. I am really sad, but also happy in knowing he is with God. That is exactly where everyone belongs. From what I can tell, he lived and died with God. I want to do the same. Our diseases have an impact on our lives and I am not going to deny that. We are not defined by the medication we take or the bodies we were born in. We are not being punished. As hard as it is to believe that it is true. I didn’t do anything to deserve my illness and neither did you. Some diseases result in death and others result in a life filled with pain. But this life has much more to offer than just pain. It offers moments of pure happiness and ease. Think of a moment where all of your cares vanished and you were left in a dream of bliss. No one can take those moments from you.

“Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don’t care, I’m still free
You can’t take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain’t comin’ back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can’t take the sky from me
There’s no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can’t take the sky from me…” Song from Firefly

No matter what my body does to me I will always have the hope of the sky. Corny? Maybe, but I don’t care. Think of how hopeful it is to look up at the sky and know there must be something more up there. Or at night when you are frightened and you see the light of the moon. One night a few years ago I was having an asthma attack. I could barely breath and I didn’t want to fall asleep. I figured if I fell asleep I would stop breathing to put it plainly I would suffocate and not wake up. I was praying so hard. Please God don’t let me die, help me breathe. I didn’t want to bother my parents who were sleeping. So I sat in my bathroom and read my bible. I found a verse

²⁴ “When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.” Proverbs 3:24

I was so amazed. I felt like God had sent me a letter or he had spoken directly to me. It was almost as if he put this one verse in the bible because he knew at one point in my life I would need it. I was no longer afraid and I went back to sleep. I didn’t know if that verse meant I would wake up the next day but I knew it meant I would be with God. I don’t know if this is the first time I have ever mentioned I have asthma. I got it when I was in first grade. I would get awful headaches and have a hard time breathing. I missed a good majority of 1st grade. I don’t remember much of it at all. I was on a nebulizer (a breathing machine) four times a day. Preschool, kindergarten, 2nd grade, and 3rd grade are the only years I haven’t been sick in my life. I am 17. I am not telling you any of this for pity, I don’t want your pity. I want to show you that you are not alone. Teddy and I want to help you. I want you to be happy. Through my years of sickness my family made me happy. I’m sorry this is a melancholy post. Teddy and I prefer to focus on happy things but life isn’t always happy. The focus of this post isn’t sadness though! You can have a hard life and still be happy. Teddy and I are living proof of this. Yes, some days are hard but we don’t let our sickness define us. One thing I really hate about being sick is it makes you have to constantly worry about yourself. When I first got sick I felt really selfish because I was always putting myself first. I’ve learned there is a balance. Take care of your body but also don’t lose your compassion for other things (including friends, laughter, sports, and animals!!). You don’t have to choose between what you do to survive and what you love to stay sane. Sometimes all you need is your medication and your fuzzy cat. My cat is currently sitting on the top of my chair with his booty in my face.

I guess I am saying, you can have a life altering illness and still love life. I love this life. I am so grateful for my time, space, family and God. Hold on to your memories of your healthy body. Just because things change doesn’t mean you have to forget your old self. I remember saying when I was younger to my Mom ” Mom, I don’t even remember how it feels to be healthy.” It took years for that to change. I am still sick but thankfully I do have days that make me forget what it means to be sick. When you forget how it feels to be healthy think of a time where you were so happy that your sickness was cured momentarily. I don’t want to watch this life go by in my bed. I don’t want to be in the sidelines, I want to be in the game. Some days you are going to be sitting on the bench because you are too sick to play. While other days you will the running and striving on the field.

The important thing that you must realize is sitting on the bench is okay too. But don’t give up and sit on the bleachers. Don’t give up your will to fight. Fight for this life. Strive for happiness. You may feel at times you have lost the ground beneath your feet but I guarantee you will always have the sky. I am not going to give up. Are you? You will never know how far you can go unless you push yourself. This may be as simple as taking a 5 minute walk around your neighborhood. A 5 minute walk is NOT a failure! With POTS it can be difficult to stand let alone walk. Add a minute to your walk don’t run if you think you will faint. There is a difference between striving for a new goal and stupidly pushing your body until it collapses. I remember when I could barely go on a walk around my neighborhood now I can go on 6 mile hikes. Push for your goals. Sometimes it may seem that a goal is ridiculously stupid because everyone else takes it for granted while you are unable to do it. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Give your self a stinking break okay? I mean it! STOP PITYING YOURSELF and stop feeling worthless for not being able to run. Pity does squat for your self esteem, do you really want that? Build yourself up. Please? Listen to me 🙂 I would like to believe I know what I am talking about. Even if I don’t please don’t mention it to me (for my self esteem’s sake).

Lastly, I put two back to back posts about death next to each other because Teddy and I prefer happy blogs. Hopefully I have gotten this subject out of my system for a little while 🙂 My point is just this, it is easier to accept the cards in your hand and love life for what you have been given. You only get one hand of cards in life, so why not make the most of what you have. I hope you have a splendid weekend! Rest up and laugh. As always thanks for reading 🙂

Love,

Pie (yumm…..pie sounds really good right now)

Dandelion Wishes

Text message of the day

Teddy: How am I? Tired. Jeez, maybe I have a chronic illness or something.

Pie: A chronic illness? Nah, only awesome people get those.

Teddy: Cheers guys!

Ok, so todays post I just wanted to write about things that make me smile no matter what, even if they’re a little foolish and childish.

First on the list is dandelion seeds. Every time I go on a run I find one of these suckers and make a wish. Yeah, usually I wish for the same thing, but it’s also really, really fun to do : ) It’s funny, because there’s this huge fine on our campus for picking flowers, I wonder if next year there will also be a fine for spreading weeds. My dad (who is an exceptionally nice guy) would beg and cajole Pie and I to not blow them all over his lawn. I now sympathize, weeds are a pain in the neck. Except for dandelions. They’re magic.  

There’s always that song that makes you think of happiness, well this is mine. It’s short, only 48 seconds long. But it’s perfect, and it makes me think of hopeful things. It’s not my favorite song, or even band. But it’s special, so I hope you’ll appreciate it. It’s like the modern day version of “Air on a G String”. Try listening to that on a beautifully starry night, you will never think of classical music the same way again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbI-B-hffbM

“Post Cards from Far Away” by Coldplay

This one is a bit more odd. I’m not sure if you have figured this out about me yet, but I love plants. Like, more than is good for me. My friends constantly tease me as they drag me away from plant booths at the local farmers market. But some plants are just more darling than others, and the pea plant is the cutest of all. The elegant tendrils and inquisitive leaves just seem so charming! I’m growing some now in a teapot in my room. I’ll have to upload a picture at some point, these online photos do not do my peas justice.

Ok, this one is a bit more universal. But only marginally mind you. Trains. Not their mechanics, or destinations. Just the fact that to me they represent adventure and excitement. The first time I went on one was a night train to London, and I didn’t sleep all night because I kept waking up thinking “I’m on a train!” In stories, all the exciting things happen on trains. In Harry Potter, Platform 9 and 3/4 would be bustling with magic, owls, and scarcely concealed wizards. In Agatha Christie mysteries, someone is bound to get themself murdered, and it’s up to you to solve it. It’s also a terrible cd by my once favorite band Keane, but that memory rather sullies the magic of trains.

Moving right along to something really tasty, pomegranates! I bought a huge one at the market this weekend and it makes the most perfect snack. Plus, It’s given me something pretty to look at since I’ve been stuck in bed. I feel like pomegranate seeds are more beautiful than any ruby alive, don’t you agree?

I can totally see why Persephone ate a few when Hades offered her some. They might actually be worth a stint in the underworld for. But only maybe.

Kindof alongside the plant thing, new growth makes me smile. A new leaf, gently unfurling is just so delicate and already perfectly formed.

That being said, it was really difficult to find a proper picture of it, so I wonder if most people miss it. I find that hard to believe, because every time I see something as beautiful as this, it reaffirms the existence of God for me.

Buds do it too. They’re just so swollen with innocence and the promise of new life. They’re incredibly hopeful, especially when I’ve fertilized the heck out of my orchids to get to them to bloom 😛

Mushrooms are just adorable (contrary to what Pie believes). I mean honestly, who can look at this and not grin?

But everyone has to have something like this. Some little aspect of their life they love beyond all words. Or something that fills you with wonder, like when you are swimming and suddenly look up to the world above. Those sorts of things. C.S. Lewis describes it really really well in “Surprised by Joy” he describing the same emotion that I have here, “I call it Joy, which is here a technical term and must be sharply distinguished from happiness and pleasure. Joy (in my sense) has indeed one characteristic, and one only, in common with them, the fact that anyone who has experienced it will want it again… I doubt anyone who has tasted it would ever, if bother were in his power, exchange it for all the pleasures in the world. But then Joy is never in our power and pleasure often is.”

I cannot summarize it any better. So I hope you find Joy this week, even if it’s fraught with other, less lovely feelings. And please, share with me what makes you feel Joy! Ok? Even foolish things, like dresses and the smell of rain. So I would love to hear from you, because focusing on these things are just as important as our medical jargon.

Be Well!

Teddy

A Potful of College tools

Hey! It’s college season and some of you are headed off. So bully for you! (Erm, this is Teddy by the way…again)

Last year I headed off to school terrified out of my orthostatic wits. It wasn’t for lack of resources or family support, but it was tough. Before I became ill I had high hopes for college. I wanted to go on the East Coast and attend a top tier school. Didn’t happen. I got in, but I ended up being too sick to fly cross country constantly, plus having POTS in an extreme climate is bad news bears. So I went to a place that is pretty consistent weather-wise and we hoped for the best. Something must have worked because I’m going back for my 2nd year.

A few things to keep in mind in mind before you go:

-College is the best thing for your mental health (fun and intellectual stimulation)

-It’s a jet start for your social life

-Don’t Panic (Anyone notice the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy reference?)

1. You don’t have to graduate in 4 years. Health stuff can screw it up, no matter how hardworking you are. So don’t sweat it.

2. People will be willing to help you. Believe me. You will be ok.

So before you head off to Hogwarts, there are a few things you should arrange first.

1. Contact the Disability service. POTS is a legitimate physical disability (despite how hard we fight against it) and they’re a great resource. A word of caution, give them unquestionable proof from your doctor, and a list of accomodations that you need. Some good ones are making sure the teachers know about what you have (they have to keep it a secret, and treat you just the same) so if you get sick that they can cut you some slack. The Disabilities service can also get you a room on the first floor near the main campus. It will be a lifesend on sick days and when you can’t deal with stairs.

2. Get a single room. NO this won’t inhibit your social life. NO it isn’t isolating you from others. It is NECESSARY. I fought against mine for all it was worth, but it was the main reason I could finish the year. Plus, a month in (when everyone else is sick of their rommates) they’ll flock to your room. My room didn’t have any floor space during exams because my friends would take it over to study.

Ok, now I know you are furtively looking through Target and websites trying to find sheets for an “extra long” bed. Secret? It’s not any longer. Honest. At least at my school. Get the sheets you want, and not the boring cotton ones you find when you’re at your wits end.

I realized there were a bunch of things like that. Things that you don’t know until you have already made the mistakes. So when a dear friend of mine was going off to college this fall, I compiled a list for her. I’ve expanded it for those of us with POTS, so here it is!  I tried to avoid the obvious things. Something tells me you won’t leave home without a toothbrush. So I know I’m giving you a lot of credit here, but I suspect you can live up to it : )

1. Minimum of 5 posters (nothings is sadder than a white wall)
2. Two microwave safe thermoses.
3. Triscuits/Wheat thins (salty snacks galore!)
4. Two sets of headphones (one always breaks a month in)
5. Ear Plugs (or there will be no sleeping until 2 in the morning in the dorms)
6. Puffs Kleenex with Lotion (colds run rampant)
7. a throw blanket (I got mine at pottery barn and I live in it. This is especially important on sick days where your body is cold intolerant)

8. Extra printers ink
9. Blank CDs (the new college currency)
10. Popcorn
11. Ramen (for those days you can’t make it to the cafeteria)
12. Tacky (for hanging up posters, pictures, syllabuses, etc.)
13. Extra body lotion/make up (it gets used up freakishly fast)
14. Dish soap
15. Utensils and a bowl or two

16. Sponges
17. Laundry bag, detergent, dryer sheets
18. A little black dress (something will always come up and you will need it)
19. Nail polish and nail polish remover
20. Granola bars (you will live off these on mornings with early classes)
21. Peanut butter and/or Nutella
22. A Brita or other water filtration device (the sink water usually tastes terrible)
23. Gatorade powder packets/pedialyte powder packets

24. Medical records for the disability office/university infirmary

 25. A couple novels/Sims 3/gameboy games for your bad days

Well, that is my current list. The rest is really up to your current taste. For example, I keep lots of tea, all my Harry Potter books, and plants in my room. Some people do not feel complete without a closet worth of shoes and a wall of pictures. Just bring what you need (and whatever I tell you to 😛 Have faith in master Teddy, I will not lead you astray!)

Most of all, I wish you luck. Going away is especially difficult for us because of all the care we need. You will be faced with tough problems, like how to tell someone you’re sick and if anyone needs to know. I decided to be very open about it, because then people would stop asking me why I avoided stairs, went to bed early, etc. You have a heart problem, end of story. It’s not a big deal. What IS a big deal is that you’re about to go off on an enormous adventure!

But a post would not be complete without something fun. I can think of nothing more so than decorating a dorm room : ) Pie and I spent the summer going to antique stores and craft stores. We cut up a book of new age-y pictures and made a collage. My dear friend at school and I are having a modge podge day soon to decorate our notebooks. (If you don’t know about modge podge, go get some! It flattens paper into collages and makes them stick together with a shiny glow) I brought some glass jars to put loose leaf tea in and lanterns for night lights. It gives my room a really outdoorsy feel. I found a really cool blog about a stay at home mom that makes nature-y crafts that would look AWESOME in a dorm room. I think I’ll try to wax some maple leaves and hang them up.http://www.5orangepotatoes.com/blog/nature-activities/

A dorm room project I just did was to take a bunch of clothespins and hang up pictures of my friends and family. It always gives me a glad feeling to see my favorite people smiling at me. Plus it makes me look like I’m artistic, which I assure you is not the case!

Be well,

Teddy

Free-writes and Caffeinated Owls

 

Pie: Hello again 😀 It’s been a while! Thank-you saintly person for reading our blog. It’s really great to know we have people reading this (and hopefully getting some enjoyment out of it too!) The idea for this particular post came out of the blue, in my english class we have 5 minute freewrites (when you write about something for 5 minutes). Now normally I find these so called “freewrites” quite boring they make me yawn and my mind wander back to my warm bed. This freewrite was different. I started pouring out phrases that really made no sense while I was writing them. Like the  Beatles said,

“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.”

I’m not trying to say my words hold a candle to theirs, but my words came out freely. When I wrote my freewrite I realized that the experiences that I was making up were actually my experiences in dealing with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. It was a bit odd to unknowingly write something meaningful without realizing it. This freewrite explains how my life has changed through being sick better than I think I could have attempted to explain through a different approach. Like Teddy explained in her last post about how great writing in a journal can be. Writing can help get bottled up feelings released. Same as reading can, or singing or dancing. Anything that you enjoy to help you not  concentrate on the hard days. The good days are what matters, whether they are often or far between. This freewrite means a lot to me…..It’s hard to post this actually, because it’s really personal. But that’s what this post is about! Being able to relate to one another through realistic experiences. So please enjoy!

I fell into a liquid vacuum. It sucked me up and rearranged my way of thinking. I forgot how to remember, I lost my way, I fell into the nothingness, I sunk into the sky, I dropped my heart and I ran forwards and was pushed back. Sinking into the cold eerie light underneath my leather footwear. No explanations, no destination. The only options, to keep moving, keep pushing, and to keep trusting in the nothing of the everything. I was left to exist, but I chose to defeat. Defeat the choices I was forced to make. Choices that are made for you are lies in disguise. Reasons masked up to look correct and right. Lies were fed to me by the hands of an imposter I call sickness. I’ve forgiven but I have yet to forget. It’s unlikely they did the same. In my heated anger I became unfamiliar to my own recognition. I lost what I knew and forgot what I wasn’t. Sickness views and watches what I have become. A child left to fight off an invisible force. Mechanical and robotic they attempt to destroy, while I fight to live. I beg you to do the same. Their masks will dissolve and reveal their vulnerability. No mask will be found upon my soul. They have ripped mine off to leave me raw and unprotected. I have a world to gain and nothing left to lose. What if I refuse, refuse to be their ideal victim? Will their galaxies fade and their motivation turn to dust like mine did? A ticking clock will be my answer. I am more powerful than these masked terrors. I will leave them like dust in a bloodthirsty desert. I will say to them, ‘How does it feel to be defeated by your prey? No longer will you control me! I have fought and I will win. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome I will defeat you. I will reclaim my wishing stars, dreams, loves, aspirations, hopes, beliefs, values, heart, mind, soul, body, independence, strength, being and life. I will never be fooled by your cruel ways again.’

So, thats what a freewrite is! Now if someone says do you know what a freewrite is? You can say PSH YES! This post is a tad too depressing for me. I am sorry if you were wanting to read something more entertaining. My point in this post is for you to keep the bigger picture in mind. Even though I am still struggling with this sickness I am not letting it take over. POTS will not win because I won’t let it. This is the same thing for anyone fighting a disease or sickness. Keep an open mind, and enjoy the life you are given. For better for or worse we are all unique. This is something that has changed me and helped sculpt me to the person that I am and will become.

I am going to totally copy Teddy and put in a funny video at the end of this (serious) post. Because our blog is about making the best of a hard situation! As you know, Teddy and I are HUGE animal lovers so when we came across this video it was an instant hit. Teddy and I quote movies, videos, books, and t.v. shows like it’s going out of style. This video holds some of our favorite lines to quote. My Mommy (yes I said Mommy ❤ ) even quotes it. She will say ALLAN ALLAN ALLAN around the house if she wants to get a laugh out of me 😀

Honestly who doesn’t love dentist monkeys, Michael Jackson birds, a good game of nighttime daytime, beat-boxing chipmunks, consciences, and caffeinated owls? They are a must in my household! Thank-you once again for reading my fellow blogger! Have a splendiferous day!!

Love,

Pie