Since my desire to read comes and goes these days I have developed a new time suck. Couponing and free samples.
It helps keep me occupied, because you know how I get when left unsupervised! I actually look forward to seeing what new deals are out there daily! And while i am never going to save a ton of money doing it, every .50 cents off a box od cereal or $1.00 off a tube of toothpaste adds up.
Besides, it keeps me off the streets and out of the bars. And I like my new coupon blogging buddies. They schmart, schmart cookies and know where to get the deals.
Well, gotta go. I just printed a butt-load of new coupons and those things don’t cut themselves.
I haven’t looked at this blog since August of 2009. After Ethan died, I lost interest in almost everything. Was I depressed? Hell, yes. Am I still? Not as bad, but pretty much.
Don’t misunderstand; not every day is misery and pain. I have had many good days and many good times since we lost Ethan. It’s the missing him that is so hard. You think about your children every day…they are always in the back of your mind no matter what. But when a child dies, sometimes the memory hurts, sometimes it comforts, and sometimes it makes you laugh out loud.
So. I guess Jimmy Buffett said it best; “Breathe in. Breathe out, Move on.”
Ethan’s accident happened on a Friday. Three days after school started last year. Today was the first day of school in Harris County. This would have been his Senior year. Instead of catching up with friends, checking out new classes, conferring with his guidance counselor over his college plans, playing football and running for class officer, he is gone. I am re-living the entire nightmare. Today was a horrible day.
I remember laying in bed at night right after the accident and the only two words that kept going through my head were “Ethan” and “Dead”…like I was trying wrap my mind around an incomprehensible concept. I saw Usher sing this song at Michael Jackson’s funeral. MJ originally wrote it for Ryan White who died of AIDS from a blood transfusion. The words express how I am feeling. Ethan is the one in the bright green t-shirt.
Blazing ‘Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
Ah, God. I pray for the strength to make it through this week and the week after.
Got this in an email and it actually made me laugh. God knows, I takes my giggles where I can get ’em these days.
To the citizens of the United States of America from Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II:
1. The letter ‘U’ will be reinstated in words such as ‘colour,’ ‘favour,’ ‘labour’ and ‘neighbour.’ Likewise, you will learn to spell ‘doughnut’ without skipping half the letters, and the suffix ‘-ize’ will be replaced by the suffix ‘-ise.’ Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. (look up ‘vocabulary’).
2. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as ”like’ and ‘you know’ is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. There is no such thing as U.S. English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take into account the reinstated letter ‘u” and the elimination of ‘-ize.’
3. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.
4. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you’re not quite ready to be independent. Guns should only be used for shooting grouse. If you can’t sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist, then you’re not ready to shoot grouse.
5. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. Although a permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.
6. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left side with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.
7. The former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling gasoline) of roughly $10/US gallon. Get used to it.
8. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.
9. The cold, tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. South African beer is also acceptable, as they are pound for pound the greatest sporting nation on earth and it can only be due to the beer. They are also part of the British Commonwealth – see what it did for them. American brands will be referred to as Near-Frozen Gnat’s Urine, so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion.
10. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to play English characters. Watching Andie MacDowell attempt English dialogue in Four Weddings and a Funeral was an experience akin to having one’s ears removed with a cheese grater.
11. You will cease playing American football. There is only one kind of proper football; you call it soccer. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies).
12. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played outside of America . Since only 2.1% of you are aware there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. You will learn cricket, and we will let you face the South Africans first to take the sting out of their deliveries.
13. You must tell us who killed JFK. It’s been driving us mad.
14. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty’s Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due (backdated to 1776).
15. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 p.m. with proper cups, with saucers, and never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; plus strawberries (with cream) when in season.
God Save the Queen!
This was the last paper he ever wrote for school. It was written two days before he died. The ironic thing is, he forgot it that Friday morning and had to call his daddy to bring it to him. It was the last time Mark saw him alive. This is what he wrote.
My name is Ethan Thompson and was born in Columbus, Ga. I have lived in Harris County all my life. I attended Park Elementary, Harris County Carver Middle School, and Harris County High School.
I’ve had a pretty average life thus far. I been involved with sports my entire life. I would consider myself a “natural” athlete. I’ve played football, baseball, and soccer and loved them all.
I’ve been involved in church my entire life and I’m a proud Christian. I currently attend The King’s Pasture Community Church in Hamilton. I serve under my youth pastor, Ben Ogletree, as a Student Leader. I also play guitar in the youth band.
My family consists of: my father, Mark; my mother, Angie; and my brother, Zach. My brother is twenty and graduated from Harris County High with the class of 2006.
My talents include: sports, guitar, and talking to ladies. I’ve played guitar since I was nine years old. I played football for our varsity team last year and plan to play again next year.
After high school I plan to attend the University of Georgia and perhaps pursue a career in the Medical or Teaching fields. I’ve always enjoyed helping people and working with kids.
This summer I worked as a cashier at the Wild Animal Safari in Pine Mountain. I really don’t like it there, much. But, I do get meet a lot of interesting people. I pretty much work all the time. I also hung out with my best friend James when I wasn’t working.
My name is Ethan Thompson and I have an interesting job, I like sports, and I play music. I am a pretty easy-going guy and I like to find the good in things. I am really looking forward to this class!
Current mood: numb
Ethan Thompson 16, of Pine Mountain Valley died Friday, August 8, 2008 in Hamilton. Funeral services will be held 11:00 AM on Tuesday, August 12, 2008 at Kings Pasture Church, Hamilton with Pastor Gino Zalunardo, officiating, assisted by pastor Randy Puckett and Pastor Ben Ogletree, according to Cox Funeral Home, Hamilton. Interment will follow in Roosevelt Memorial Cemetery, Pine Mountain Valley. Visitation will be from 6 – 8 PM Monday at Kings Pasture. Ethan was born November 22, 1991 in Columbus, the son of Mark and Angie Thompson. He was a junior at Harris County High School where he was a member of the Tiger football team and tennis team. Ethan was an active member of Kings Pasture Church where he was greatly admired and served as a youth leader and a member of the youth band. He also played Recreation League Soccer and enjoyed hunting, fishing and playing the guitar. Ethan was a special young man with a unique sense of humor who was loved by everyone he met. Ethan is survived by his parents, Mark and Angie Thompson of Pine Mountain Valley; brother, Zach Thompson of Pine Mountain Valley; paternal grandparents, Aubrey and Catherine Thompson of Columbus and several cousins, aunts and uncles.
I am beyond devastated. There will never be another like him. He was half of my heart and soul.
There is a stillness in our home that was never there before. A void. A vacuum.
My sweet Spawn II. No more surprise visits to me at work to bring me a milkshake. No more Georgia Bulldogs ringtone on my cell announcing your calls. No more impromptu EZE crumpin or crazy, random raps. No more thrice weekly visits to San Marcos for steak quesadillas and cheese dip and visits to Jose’, your hermano.
To me you personified this proverb: When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a manner that when you die the world cries and you rejoice.
The world….YOUR world….is crying.
You are the best 16 year old a momma ever had…..