You guys love me, right? Of course you do. Now, you can lurve me x100. My husband is sleeping like a mummy right now (Get thee some Xanax, friends) and he said y'all had to babysit me. Cool? Cool.
- My first name is Shannon
- DOB 10/4
- I'm the youngest (by a whopping 21 months) of two girls
- My sister and I would take a bullet for each other
- I miss my sister so much it hurts
- I seriously disliked her husband the first several years they were together
- He returned the favor
- Once Elle was pregnant with Q, we made a truce
- By truce I mean to say that I said, ''Suck it up. I will be all up in your shit, all the time, forever and ever, amen. KTHX!''
- And he said, ''Fuuuuuuck. Alright. I guess. Don't be getting your crazy all over my wife.''
- And I said, ''You WISH you could handle THIS much CRAZY, asshole!''
- And then we all lived happily ever after.
- No, for real. We both just got over it.
- My first husband looks exactly like Trace Adkins, with shorter hair.
- I know, right? Haaaaaaaawt.
- But, omg, such an asshole.
- But, only when he's married to me.
- I like him so much now but I have no idea how we ended up married.
- I have never, ever loved anyone like I love Deels.
- Not because I believe in soul mates or ''one perfect person''; I think that's mostly hooey.
- But if I did believe in such hooey, I would say we were custom made for each other.
- I was never scared to bring him home to my parents because he's black.
- I was never scared to meet his family because I'm white.
- I should have been.
- But his mom was so nice until she figured out we were serious.
- I have yet to figure that shit out.
- Her first husband is Dominican.
- Her second husband is Japanese.
- Deels sisters and brothers have married people of various ethnicities.
- But none of them white.
- I was the cracker that broke the camels back.
- It's been the most emotionally brutalizing ''relationship'' I've ever had with anyone and I was married to someone I didn't mind chasing with knives on occasion.
- Hee. I know, right. KNIVES!
- I hate myself for trying so long to make her accept me or at least not hate me.
- I thought her dislike made me unworthy of Deels love.
- I was wrong.
- I wouldn't piss in her mouth if her teeth were on fire now.
- Deels is gorgeous.
- He is built like a brick shithouse.
- Like two triangles stacked on each other. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, explosive thighs.
- He's 5'8 and over 200 lbs
- Of pure muscle
- I started running because of him
- I thought it was some lightweight bullshit exercise
- Then I did it and found out it that it isn't
- But I did it to keep up with him
- And because fuck if running isn't the fastest way to just get-it-the-hell-over-with-already with exercise
- It's portable and doesn't require a gym
- Deels has won several power lifting competitions
- He can lift three times his own weight
- He's an accomplished martial artist
- He went to Julliard on scholarship
- And he has a voice that can bring you to tears
- The good kind, not the kind my voice will bring
- But I do still lurve to sing
- And dance
- I do neither well but I do them with enthusiasm
- After graduating from Julliard, Deels was in the Army for four years
- He was in the first Gulf War
- He stayed in the Reserves for several years
- When I spent a month in ICU last year with MRSA, Deels came and sat in the waiting room of the hospital for a week
- He wasn't allowed to see me because he wasn't ''family'' but his being there allowed my mom to leave the hospital to tend to my dad who had just had surgery
- We weren't even ''together'' then
- He and several of his brothers came (from NJ) and cleared trees off my lot after Katrina
- I wasn't even home
- And we weren't ''together'' then, either
- Have I mentioned that I love him?
- He and my dad both believe they are masters of all things dance
- The first anti-depressant I ever tried was Zoloft
- It didn't work but I was made to take it an entire 30 days before I could try something else
- I literally almost killed my ex-husband before that 30 days was up
- Untreated depression makes you want to hurt yourself
- Incorrectly treated depression makes you need to hurt others
- After three days on Paxil, I was a new person
- But still felt a killin wouldn't harm my ex none
- I love my ex-husband's new wife (my..wife-in-law?) like a sister
- She got me through the first several hours of labor with Jackson
- Giving birth is every bit as amazing as anything you have ever read
- It's also very, very messy
- And painful. Great googly-moogly does it hurt
- Babies, they are born with bones
- And skulls
- And all of that has to come out of your fancy place
- And that place ain't so much with the fancy after a human being is trotted out
- Unless it's scheduled or an emergency, most women who have C-sections experience labor to a great degree
- I think they aren't given nearly enough street cred for the whole birthing thing as c-sections aren't the ''easy'' way out; it's major abdominal surgery for crying out loud
- Plus, pushed out or cut out those babies were all up in them for nine months and eat a dick if you don't understand what that entails
- I was sad for some of the moms I met after I had Jackson who were disappointed they had c-sections; they felt like they had failed and/or had missed something
- Let me clear that shit up: You done good, ladies. You went and had a baby so therefore: YOU DID GOOD WORK!! YAY YOU!!
- I am still angry about parts of Jackson's birth
- I felt man-handled and ignored
- And like a moron for not demanding someone else to give me an epidural
- You've never felt love until you have an OB elbow deep in your business
- Telling you to BE STILL
- To which I could only say: HHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA!
- ''Good one'', Doc.
- Unless I can get a written guarantee that there isn't one cell of MRSA left in my body, I will never get pregnant again
- Ok maybe not a written guarantee but some fairly strong assurances
- Because this isn't something I ever, ever want to take a chance on happening again
- I miss my son so, so much.

Some other stuff I have learned in a short while:
101: You have an amazing facility for expressing yourself and connecting with others. And, you funny.
102: You have been put through life's mangle more times than seems in any way fair. The way you deal with that is inspiring.
103: But yeah, you really lucked out with Deels. And he with you.
104: You seem to blame yourself for a bunch of stuff that isn't your fault or in any way blameworthy.
105: You need to get a bunch of doctors and nurses in a room together and kick their arses.
Posted by: Knickers | November 21, 2006 at 04:06 AM
You two are absolutely amazing.
Posted by: siebal | November 21, 2006 at 08:32 AM
Yep. Amazing will cover it.
Heh. Knives.
Posted by: Regina Phalange | November 21, 2006 at 09:56 AM
I agree amazing is a good word to describe you.
Posted by: sunShine | November 21, 2006 at 11:01 AM
OMG, was I lol at these two:
And all of that has to come out of your fancy place
And that place ain't so much with the fancy after a human being is trotted out.
Posted by: Carmen | November 21, 2006 at 06:30 PM
Wait, your birthday is 10/4 and you drive a truck? You continue to crack me up.
Posted by: henry | November 22, 2006 at 01:24 PM
I remember being told to stop pushing when my son was crowning because the doctor hadn't shown up yet. I thought to myself that the nurse had obviously never had a vaginal delivery herself because ITS JUST NOT POSSIBLE TO STOP PUSHING....
Posted by: Jennifer | November 23, 2006 at 12:16 AM
Henry, HA! You're the only one to pick that up! Deels and I are also the biggest dorks in the world because some days we will talk like that ALL DAY LONG. [clicky mic noise] Hey there driver, you got your ears on? [clicky noise x2) Sure do driver, go ahead [clicky noise] and of course every exchange ends with [click] 10/4 DRIVER [click]
And uuuuuuuh yeah Jennifer, I'm not sure what they expect with that because my thought is Mmmm I will stop pushing right about the time this PERSON exits my body and not one moment sooner. Gaaaaah.
Posted by: CharmingDriver | November 23, 2006 at 07:02 AM
106. You're one strong, strong woman.
107. Deels chose well.
108. Your life will only get better.
Okay, so that last one was a "wish" for you, but hey.
Posted by: Flahdagal | November 29, 2006 at 10:43 PM
You're an incredibly strong woman, with an amazing sense of humor. Go you!
Posted by: Jana | January 15, 2007 at 10:48 AM