My Dad

Well, good afternoon from Seattle. I was bummed out that I didn't have my Bluetooth keyboard. I was going to go old school and my husband was going to buy me a journal and a pen, a pink pen is what I requested. I got news from him that he couldn't find a pink pen or a cute journal. Well,that ended up working for me, because low and behold, I had my Bluetooth keyboard with me the entire time. Yay!


Well, my dad is in the hospital. It is sad. It is terrible, and it sucks. My dad is awesome though. He is glad that he's not dead. He is not upset that they have no idea if he will walk again or not. He is not worried about that. "I'm not scared. I've never been scared," he says.

It sucks. It is very stressful. My baby cried last night, because she didn't want to leave her grandpa. It was so hard for her. She cried before we left, she cried as we walked to the car, and then she cried in the room. I am glad that she loves her grandpa so much. It is tough to feel this pain, and then to see your family feel it too.

We are fortunate though. Our Tribe put us up in a nice hotel. It's really nice. It's nice for them to even do that. There are people at the hospital, and I think they are living there. I don't want to leave my dad, but today he was tired and just wanted us to leave him be, so he could rest.

Okay, I thought I would have so much more to say, but I don't.

My day was nice today

Well, today is a good day. I had an office day for work. I made a boo boo, but it is something to learn from. Sometimes I feel like such a dummy. My hope is that whenever this alleged email *I know it's not alleged, that's just a joke* was sent to me that I was super duper busy, and that's why I did not follow the proper procedures requested of me. I will do my best to believe that that was the case, and not that I am just some dunce who is like so dumb that I don't get it. That's what I feel like. Yeah, not that big of a deal, but hopefully it's not on my job performance evaluation. I live my job kind of like it's a report card. I felt like, Aw crap! This is DEFINITELY going to be on there! I realize that I have some flaws, but I don't like seeing them on a piece of paper. I'm a ditz okay!!!

Okay, now that I got that off of my chest, I have to say that today was actually a delight. Oh yes, that is the difference between a PMSing day and a not PMSing day. On a PMSing day that would've eaten me alive for days. I would've obsessed about it and probably been so frustrated about the situation that I would've built it up to big huge elephant tears, or is it tiger? I dunno, but they would've been big. Instead I was able to only obsess about it for a little while and during these two paragraphs.

Okay, so I talked to my cousin on the phone today, cousin/BFF. It was really nice. We had a nice long conversation about nothing. Just whatever came upon our minds. It was great.

Then I came home and my husband stood up. I asked, "Did you stand up just to greet me?" He answers, "Yes," and gives me a nice soft kiss. He is so sweet.

So, Ava wasn't home she was with my dad. She is more of a homegirl now. Less of a Grandpa's girl, so he really values his time with her. My husband said my dad came here when he got off of work and asked if he could take Ava with him. Wow that sentence is actually pretty amazing. Not that my husband would ever say no, but my dad has always just taken Ava whenever he wants and assumed the permission upon himself, which is actually okay. So, soon after I arrived home Ava and my dad arrived as well, and Ava had lots of goodies that she found at Goodwill and Rite Aid. She's always had my dad wrapped around her little finger, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Okay, so Ava had this coloring page, and decided it was for her teacher. I was amazed. For an extra touch, she added an essay she wrote about her teacher on the back. It was nice spending time with Ava just coloring. I really want to spend more time with her like that. That felt very interactive and nice. 

Okay, well, that's it really. I just felt really nice about how today went, and wanted to write about it. 

Now that I think about it, this morning started out nice too. Here's our Puppy. He loves to sleep and be cozy. 

Sickening family, tribal canoe journeys, and shoes!

Good evening. I have been so sick for a little over a week now. It hasn't been that unenjoyable though. My husband and daughter have been home. My Ava spent a lot of time with me in bed, which was awesome, but she didn't get bored, because my Dad, the best father and grandpa, kept taking her out. He brought her thrift store shopping last night and tonight. She's so lucky to have him in her life. WE are so lucky to have him in our lives. He is amazing.

My mom is awesome too. She is retired and she does everything for everybody. If we are sick, and want someone to go to the doctor with us, she is always there. One time I was so sick, but was determined to go to a meeting in Olympia, she drove me. I live in Elwha, Olympia is about a 3-hour drive. She is so kind and loving and caring, everything a mom is supposed to be.

I feel sad for people who don't have awesome parents like me. Like you ever hear people say, I don't talk to my mom. When I first heard someone say this, I could not believe it. I then began to learn how truly awful people can be. How can someone be cruel to their own child? I have a friend who is always in competition with her sisters, okay a set of friends I can think of. It's the mothers in these relationships that has made this happen. In one instance, their is always a favorite child. This child is the ONE who goes shopping with mom, gets to share hotel rooms with mom, as the Grandma the children are always favored over the other grandchildren. It's really sad. If this person acts ugly to me, I don't get offended. If you can treat your own offspring so terribly, how can I expect you to treat me kindly? I can't. I'm not offended. There is something wrong with you.

The other set of girls and mother are more healthy than that, but they are all just super competitive and it plays out into jealousy, or, haha, actually the girls are all so super competitive, but they all think that the other sisters are just jealous of them. These ladies are fun and super hilarious. 

Okay, I didn't mean to bag on other peoples parents, so I will give an example of a healthy family that I see. This woman I know, she also has 3 daughters, and some beautiful grand babies. She loves all of her daughters and her grand babies with all of her heart. There is no question who her favorite is, because she doesn't have a favorite. The loves them all with all of her heart! No competition. All of her kids play different roles in the family, but the love for all of them is definitely equal.

Last night there was an earthquake around Victoria B.C. Uhm, you can see my rez from over there. I remember being over there for the canoe journey wishing I was home. Looking at how close it was from where I was, and wanting to be there. I didn't end up staying long that year. There were tons of wasps where we were at, and it was just not pleasant. Although the hosts were awesome.

Do you know about that? The Tribal Canoe Journeys is a huge celebration, and the tribes take turns hosting the other tribes to the final destination. When we host, without asking now, we have campers in our front yard and our back yard. We had 200 people from Ahousaht camping in our back yard one year. It was amazing. I also say there was a water miracle that year too, because my washer and shower was going practically non-stop for 5 days and the water never went cold! Seriously! I was always asking people if the water went cold.

My husband has been cleaning and helping us de-clutter. Yep, I use to shop way too much. What do I need? Nothing! I've already bought it. I now spend my money on beads. Okay, I do still need more Danksos. They are the only show I am wearing right now, and I only have 2 pairs. 2 great pairs though! I get tons of compliments on my red Danskos. Okay, I lied. My dad got me these awesome boots, you know the kind your mom hates? They aren't Uggs, but even if they were she'd still hate them anyway? Omigosh, but mom does not know how comfortable they are. I bet if I could get her to wear some for the day she would be converted. For your fashion sense Mama, I will not do that to you though!

Okay, well, my brain actually stopped coming up with thoughts. Some of these thoughts are incomplete, but who cares! 

My husband and his lack of concern for Indian Tacos

Good morning, barely! It is Sunday, it is a game day for the #Seattle #Seahawks! Do hashtags work in blogs? If not, oh well, lol.

I really want my husband to get into the tradition of making Indian Tacos for the Seahawks games, but he won't. I say, We should have Indian Tacos during the game! And then he's all like, Okay! And then we don't. It's rather disappointing. 

Here is a picture of him not making fry bread. Boo! :(

He also complained when I put my feet in his face complaining that he is trying to sleep. I assured him that I was only trying to be helpful, as I have heard that feet release chemicals that can help one fall soundly asleep. I think it may have indeed worked since he is now snoring. Who's the fool now, Christopher?

The bloggy blogger

Happy Christmas Eve Eve! I have been telling myself that I need to blog more, so tonight is the night that I actually do that. 

One strange thing about me is that I suffer short-term memory loss. It's weird. Haha, I forgot that I have short-term memory loss. I try to do things in an order, because sometimes I can't remember, but if I remember that my keys go in a certain pouch and I always put them where they belong that makes life so much more simpler.

I was thinking that I want to be a famous blogger, and then I realized how silly that sounds to me. I just need to be me and that's it. Plus, if I become like internet famous or whatever then what I type may actually start to matter rather than just something I do.

Blogging isn't really that strange when you think about it. It's just an extension of school. In school, they always make you write, have a journal. This is like the journal that you're willing to do without someone making you do it. A blog is different than a diary though, in a diary you write your inner most-secretive thoughts sometimes. This is dangerous though, because someone could find it. It could become part of a court case as evidence. I hope I'm never part of a court case. That would suck.

Some people say I should've been a lawyer. My answer to that is, "No, I shouldn't have."

When I worked for my Tribe I had the honor of writing white papers with the attorneys. I made the first draft and after that there were hundreds of edits, which included verbiage,  moving a comma, omigosh it just was not fun. I like editing, but wow oh wow! After a gazillion and a half edits it was decided, "No more edits!" Then there were more!  We left Elwha and when we got to D.C. our papers were out of date. 

Dang, that was a lot of rambling.

Okay bye. 

This is not about my husband

The way he moves his eyebrows when he talks, when he thinks
This is not about my husband.

His sweet kisses
His soft lips on mine
This is not about my husband

The way he grabs my hand when we sleep, wake up for a moment and resume snoring
This is not about my husband.

The smile on his face
The sounds of laughter coming out of his mouth, laughing so hard he literally falls over while standing up
This is not about my husband.

The way he turns the tv down very low, lower than my snores while I am asleep
This is not about my husband.

The way he tries to get everyone engaged with his latest hobbie
This is not about my husband.

The way he told me when we get to heaven he is going to say, "Oh sorry, I'm with this angel now..."
This is not about my husband.

Possible Wedding Invitation Text

There once was a handsome Native American man named Christopher William Thomas who met a hot Native American chick named Brenda Dawn Franics.
After 3-years they decided to fly to Las Vegas, Nevada and commit their love into eternity under the lights of downtown Las Vegas.
They were going to do wedding invitations.
They were going to do wedding invitations.
They were going to do wedding invitations.
They were going to do wedding invitations.
Then six months later they did wedding invitations.
Please join them in mind, spirit, or body at the Imperial Palace Sky Chapel in Las Vegas, Nevada on October 31st.
Wear your costume, and be prepared to dutch it up at a trashy buffet following the ceremony.