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Crochetin’ my cares away

29 Nov

I was able to find some beauty and actually be thankful today in the midst of my chaos. I had no choice but to slow down. I can’t “take care” of my parents at the hospital (as if they need my care and didn’t raise up my own butt from birth). I can’t go consult my hospital because I’ve got a six year old puker on my hands. I hate tv these days. Honestly, I NEEDED something to DO with all this energy that wants to help, work, fix. Soooooooooo, my bestest bestest number one bestie facetimed me back through our crochet lesson. She has a better handle on life and has made several scarfs since our lesson as opposed to me and my one worm sleeping bag. So I sat. And I chained. And I counted. And I did the double crochet. I made a section. It had an ass. I took it out. I started over pre-ass. The ass went away. Then I went to thinking about how I was at home caring for my sick son and how he’ll remember someday that Mommy took care of him. How I rubbed his back “on top of his shirt” not beneath because his skin felt too sensitive. How I let him germ up my iPad and then lysoled it. How I said that big daddy could bring him pizza for lunch because that’s what he wanted. Little things. But things that are so dear. And then I thought about life being like that crazy scarf. How you’re crocheting along and all of the sudden an ass forms. So you back-track. Sit and figure out where it all went wrong. Take it out. Start over where the ass formed. Next thing you know, the scarf is back to looking right as rain. You can still tell where the ass was but no one else can. Except maybe Jesus. And he helped you fix the ass anyway, so he ought to know. So that’s it. Crochet. Thankful. Beauty from ashes. And asses.

Love,
Luli

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Lovin’ Jim up in El Reno, OK

21 Oct

Y’all, Saturday was AWESOME!!!  The garage sale in El Reno raised over $2000 for my parents!!!  Fullest heart!!  Deepest, deepest gratitude, respect and thanks to the many volunteers and donators.  I’m going to give shout outs to the ones that I know about.  I know someone will get left off and I hate that but PLEASE post in the comment section if you know of someone that I’ve missed.  HUGE shout out to my second mom, Linda Olson Howard.  She pretty much organized and advertised the whole entire thing.  Spectacular lady.  Love.  HUGE shout out to my old college roommate, Brandi Stevenson Fowler, for reserving the location through her awesome uncle and for helping out with the set-up, sale and clean-up!!!!  Thank you, Brandi!  Thank you, Brandi’s uncle!!!!  Mike Fowler and Bryan Baker (aka field mouse), thank you for using your giant muscles to load that giant armoire.  You totally rock.  Thank you to Margo Loyall and Shouna Loyall Brown for their garage sale supplies/racks/expertise.  Shouna – you TOTALLY rock, girl!!!!!  Garage sale extraordinaire!!!!  Phennette Guay and Nowana Castrop – LOVE, LOVE, LOVE them.  Worked themselves to the bone.  Shane Mclain and JT – so sweet for helping both days!  Good, good eggs.  Al Guay drove some furniture all the way to Calumet to deliver for some nice people that purchased sale items.  Presh.  Addie Cox, my darling dear, who made the awesome repurposed sale items.  Gorgeous.  LOVE.  I hope Stella is as wonderful as you when she is 14 yrs old.  Truly love you, Addie.  Season Elise Cox!  Thank you for all your hard work and for catching my Garage Sale song on video.  That’s a keeper.  LOL.  I had so much fun with you!  It had been way way too long.  My Jbones, Julie Olson Riggins, I love you for life, sister.  Together come hell or high water.  Thank you.  Janna Lady Humphrey, driving all around the town picking up people’s donations, squirshing them into your vehicle, making my niece and nephie ride with crap squished all around them and on top of their heads.  Love you for life.  You do much more than you ever get credit for.  I notice.

The most gigantic shout out in Loveluli history goes to my precious hottie hubs, Casey Gerber, and my kinda okay brother-in-law, Chad Humphrey. 😉  They went to Medford TWICE before the garage sale with a Uhaul both times to load up all my parents stuff and then delivered the garage sale stuff to the site with the Uhaul – on the day of the huge pile-up on I-35, which they narrowly missed.  CRAY-ZAY.  So thankful for such awesome sons-in-law for my mom and dad.  They are pure gold.  Pure.  Even Chad.  I know, right?!  I love him.  IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII love him.

Okay, now for some pics and vids.  Fun.

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It was a great weekend, yall.  I have such a full heart.  Thank you so much to the town of El Reno and all the wonderful peeps that came to support my little family.  Precious.  To those of you that decided not to come, you TOTALLY missed out.  It was a blast.  Great times.  Until we meet again.

Love,

Luli

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I said Jerome in tha house

15 Oct

Oh y’all.  Today was CRAY-CRAY!!  The Uhaul had to be turned in by 5:00 pm and Chad and Casey both had to work.  Yes, on Sunday.  Ugh.  Don’t even go there.  There was a shat load of stuff to be done with only Janna and I to do it because Mom has been having some fluttering with her A-fib (please say a little prayer for her) and Dad can’t help us for obvious reasons.  Our crazy cousin, Eboni, got drafted to help us and UT and Aunt Laine took all of the kids to their house.  OMG.  The task at hand was so overwhelming that we wasted a good 45 minutes trying on Max’s (my nephew) wig and beard for his halloween costume.  Oh!  Did I tell you that he decided to be Jesus?  Well, he did.  Anyway, here’s what had to be done:

1. The garage that was full of boxes had to be completely emptied so that we could get to the washing machine.  The washing machine had to be pulled to the front so that we could take it to be exchanged (it had a little leak).

2.  We had to sort all of the boxes into three groups: storage, garage sale, house

3.  Then we had to repack the garage with the boxes keeping a big enough pathway to bring in the new washing machine.

4.  Next we loaded all of the stuff for storage onto the Uhaul.

5.  The three of us piled into the Uhaul with yours truly at the helm.

6.  It was funny.  Eboni was scared.  Janna was cackling and taking pictures the entire time.

7.  We made it to the storage unit with only one slight mishap.  ONE, folks.  That’s it.  We broke a piece of my parent’s very expensive bedroom furniture.  Ugh.  Both doors broke off of the armoire thing.  It fell over when I turned the corner.  We were pretty much devastated.  But that was the only sad part of today.

8.  We unloaded everything into TJ and Meg’s storage unit (thanks, guys, for letting us invade your space until the office is open and we can rent our own.  I mean until Chad and Casey are off work and can go move all that crap into a different unit.)  We thought we might need a little help moving the armoire so we asked these two random guys a few units down if they would help us unload it.  They both walked down there and one of the fart-heads stood there like a giant turd and watched my sister carry the heavy end of the armoire while his buddy carried the other end.  I said, “Don’t worry about it, homey, she’s a tough mudder.  You ever heard of that?” Of course he hadn’t.  I told him to google it when he got home.  Whatevs.   I think maybe the fart-head was high.  He just kinda stood there staring.  He looked a little like Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite minus the mustache.  Weird.  What dude just stands there and watches a 5’6″ girl lift an armoire with his buddy?  WTH has this world come to?!?!?!?!?!  That’s a whole nuther post.

9. I successfully drove the giant Uhaul out of the storage unit maze – which, I must say, is extremely impressive.  There was a ton of back and forth maneuvering AND I never ran into anything.  Really.

10. On the way to return the Uhaul, we realized that we had all ridden together in the Uhaul for obvious reasons, namely fun, and we were now going to be stranded at the Uhaul place.

11.  We called Eb’s dad, UT (Uncle Terry), to come pick us up.  He also brought all of the kids with him.  He drives a pickup truck.  Sooooooooo, Janna, Eb, and I had to ride in the bed back to my parent’s house.  It was funny.  And fun.  And possibly illegal?  Not sure on that one.

Pretty much it was one of the most grueling, most hilarious days that I’ve had in the LONGEST time.  HUGE shout out to our rad cousin, Eboni, for helping me and Janna.  She used her entire Sunday – the day of freaking rest – to help her nutty azz cousins.  We love you to the moon and back, Ebbers.

Here are some pics to chronicle the day.  Enjoy:

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Eboni’s gangsta stylin’ self just sittin’ on the truck waiting on somebody to make a decision.

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An example of the “end of packing” ghetto move situation.

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How the ghetto packing made me feel.

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How the ghetto packing made Eboni feel.

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One final pose with the moose.  Glory hallelujah, I loved that Uhaul.

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Luli at the wheel.  I ain’t playin’, folks.  Fire this mug up and let’s get the job done, son.

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Luli, can ya watch the road, please?  Eb is having an anxiety attack, gripping the handlebar with white knuckles the entire time.  I said, “Well, Eb, would you rather drive this thing?”  “Well, hell no,” said Eb.

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The sign said it would be best to keep it in the green, so naturally I had to take it to the red one time.  Naturally.

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We finally got to the Uhaul store and the “new lady” checked the truck back in.  She totally tried to charge us for “using an extra day.”  This is how Janna looked when she told her the cost that was going on her credit card.

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I got nervous and got inside the display box.

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Janna decided to lay down in the waiting area until the manager could help us.

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Let me recommend Darrold Hunt’s Uhaul store at 7525 SE 29th Street in MWC.  That’s all I’ll say about that.

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UT and the kids finally got there to pick us up.

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We rode in the bed of the pickup truck together just like when we were kids.

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Janna was past the point of delirium.

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Eb and I were just happy to be alive – stanky arm pits and all.

And I would be posting the best video ever made in America at this point but my “blog guy” (who shall remain nameless only because he is a free blog guy) won’t teach me how to properly post videos on here and the one I actually did get on here was totally by accident and went to the wrong place so I’m just leaving it like it is because I’m tired and it’s almost 3:00am so WHATEVER.  I WILL get that other video posted, though.  OMG I love you, Eboni!!!!!!!!!!!!  You are hilarious.  Glad you had me as a role model.  LOLOLOLOLOL!!!  All those family vacations to Padre paid off.

That’s it for today.

Love,

Luli