I don’t like to quote my dead grandmother. Especially, my bad grandma. (I had a good grandma and a bad grandma).
I am going to quote her. She didn’t make this quote up, but I’m fairly certain that I first heard this saying from my bad grandma: Shit or get off the pot.
It’s time. I must change the nature of our relationship. You have to read that like Val Kilmer playing Doc Holliday.
I’m not going anywhere.
I will probably write this blog until I’m dead. Or until the U.S. government sends us back to the stone age.
I am, however, going to cut back to one post a week after this week.
Don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with you guys. It’s the best. That is why I’ve been posting the way I do for nearly seven years now.
I need some of my time back because until I stop eating candy all the time, I’m never going to get other projects done.
Or, to be fair, started. I want to see what I can do. I have 3 big projects in various stages and they are going nowhere. I bought Scrivener to keep my writing organized and haven’t even taken a tutorial on it yet.
It’s time, you guys. I am not getting any younger.
I figured if I tell you about it, then I’m putting my feet to the fire.
It’s not like I’ve been doing nothing.
I’m in Jen Mann’s next anthology called But Did You Die.
This is a collection of essays about bad parenting advice we’ve given or received. The book is coming out next month. Woo hoo! I have also been working on some projects for other sites. I have a podcast coming up soon(ish).
I am going to write one more Thursday post before cutting down to one post a week.
Brace yourselves, I just radically shifted gears without warning. Randy says this is jarring when I do this.
I’ve mentioned a few times we have a loved one in peril.
My stepdaughter said it would be okay to talk about her daughter.
In December, we welcomed a new granddaughter and got to rejoice for about an hour before learning that McKinlee was gravely ill. She was born with a congenital heart defect. McKinlee’s had more surgeries in 3 months than most people have in a life time. Hell, she had more surgeries in her first month of life than most people have in a life time.
She keeps kicking ass and continues to surprise us with her resilience. We continue to celebrate her life one day at a time and we are hoping, so very hard, that one day we won’t have to count her days as “one day at a time” and can just see her future as bright and, well…there.
Randy’s daughter lives a few states away, so Randy has packed his bags on two different occasions to spend time with Madelyn, McKinlee’s older sister. In this situation, silver linings are hard to find, but if there is one, then it is that Randy got to spend weeks with his granddaughter. He is grateful for this time and he misses her.
My stepdaughter didn’t return to work as she spends every spare moment at the hospital. When McKinlee comes home, she will require 24 hour care, so returning to work isn’t in the cards for her for quite a while.
This disruption in income was unexpected for my stepdaughter and her family.They are feeling the sting. This is an understatement. Randy and I are starting a Gofundme campaign to try to raise a few bucks to help keep their bills caught up.
So, on Thursday when I post the link, if you are comfortable with sharing, could you guys promote it on your social media pages? I would appreciate that so much.
Have I told you guys lately how much I adore you?
I’m not going away. I’m just switching gears a bit.
Wish me luck and please keep sending your positive thoughts to the universe for McKinlee.