Sunday, December 28, 2014


Oh what a month! 

On December 3rd I had surgery on both my hands (bilateral carpel tunnel on both hands with additionsl repair on my left hand). A few days later, Mr. Thompson was put into the hospital with pneumonia. So imagine me, crippled and not able to bath or care for myself in the most basic ways...without my nurse. 

Simply put, it was a tough month with a lot of humorous moments along the way. Glad we can laugh about it now. 

The best part was being off work 4 weeks through the holidays.  Although I would never, never, never advise anyone to operate on BOTH hands at the same time (ever!), I will say that if you are going to be decommissioned for a prolonged period of it in December. 

Nothing better than laying under a Christmas tree for a month. (with Percocet and absolutely no expectations!)

I didn't step foot in a store once. It was beyond awesome! We focused on other things this year and it was honestly, my best Chrsitmas season. 

I'm not supposed to go back to work until January 5th but I'm going to give it a good ol' Thompson Try tomorrow. Almost 4-weeks away has been a very big deal for me...but one I could truthfully get used to for a lifetime. The take-away is that I'd quit my job in a heartbeat if I could. Too bad we need the money so I can't take off another week as advised...but I can't complain. I'm really grateful for the recovery time I've had.

And drugs. Definitely grateful for the prescription drugs. 

That said, Christmas Day was a little tough this year. After a lot of  extended family time, we woke up at 10:30am on Christmas morning, just the two if us. No plans. No timeline. No expectations....

No children's laughter. 

My first feeling was an overwhelming sense of grief and the thought of how amazing it would be with an excited six year-old. We should have been woken up early to Colton's delight, but we weren't. So I bawled my ever-loving eyes out, as unexpected waves of grief hit me. Poor Mr. Thompson didn't know what to do except hold on.

So let's just say there was a lot of cuddle time on Christmas. it got better throughout the day...but it was still there. 

Grief is funny like that. 

On Saturday the 27th we picked up Lil' A, my bonus daughter, so it will be fun to have a teenager's laughter back into the house for New Years.

I look forward to it. 

Monday, December 8, 2014

A Plague O' Both Y'er Houses!

Mr. Thompson thinks he is going to die. I keep telling him that the flu can't kill him, but his 104 degree temperature might prove otherwise.

Pneumonia.  Oy vey.  This house can't catch a break.

As a cherry on top, I had visitors on Saturday, which was great. What wasn't so great was the text that came later telling me the adult male was sick and had been throwing up since he left my house. 


My stomach has been rolling all night and I swear that if I get the stomach flu on top of all this...

I'll cry. That's all. I'll just cry.

(Think I'm going overboard to steal a weakened immune system sign from the hospital, declaring a mandatory gloves & gown zone?! I'll put it on my front door.)


In brighter news, we bought a new Christmas tree this year. His & Hers. 

His:  he likes colored lights.
Hers: she likes white lights.

It's my first fake tree and I'm in love with it. 12 feet of compromised glory! Mr. Thompson calls it "The Christmas Missile", which cracks me up because truthfully - that's exactly what it looks like.

And we have a system. If you drive by our house - you'll know who is up and out of bed, depending on the color of the tree.

Right now, it's white. (Thank you pneumonia)


Sunday, December 7, 2014

Be Believing

Another Thompson Tradition...

At about the age of 13, I decided that I didn't believe in Christmas magic anymore. That may be old by most standards, but you have to understand my childhood home. 

Magic. Existed. Everywhere.

About 24-hours after I decided my friends were right and I shouldn't trust the nonsense, my phone rang and it was my Aunt Bonnie. The same Aunt who dressed up like the "Easter Bonnie" each year. She wanted to chat and boy did she give me a very convincing argument! So once again... I was a believer. 

That's when I was 13 years old and I haven't looked back. 

This house believes in jolly fat men, dancing raindeer and snowmen that have feelings. We believe in things that fly and, most importantly, in a manger that once held a precious baby.

This house is also believes in the responsibility for helping others feel the healing magic of Christmas. Because that's what believers do - we spread the happiness.

This year's target is the lovely little family who live across the street. 

I can't wait. 

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Naughty Quibby

Ok. Enough of the Yuck. 

2014 has had a lot of it, but the next 19 days certainly won't. And New Year's Eve this year promises to be epic. Somehow - someway, it's going to be epic because I'm really ready to usher in 2015.

But first, let's celebrate the holidays with some great Thompson traditions...

Despite surgery on my hands, naughty little Quibby has been up to no good. Quibby is an adult tradition in our house. Why should the childless be left out of the Elf on the Shelf fun?

Actually, my sister is out of control with now three Elves on the Shelf, and I swear her kids are going to be jacked up for life... so this is my attempt at an inappropriate spoof, which thoroughly cracks Mr. Thompson (and me!) up. 

Here is how we found him today: 

Thanks to a rough childhood, holidays are really hard for Mr. Thompson. Quibby came along last Decber 1st in an effort to make Mr. Thompson laugh and it has worked marvelously. 

Oh boy do we laugh!

#naughtyQuibby has turned into a fun (abet, inappropriate) Thompson Tradition.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Talk To The Hand

Well...  I'm finishing off 2014 with a bang!

Double carpel tunnel and joint repair. 

What the heck was I thinking?  That's what Mr. Thompson and I wondered today as he gave me a bath...and wiped me for the umpteenth time.

Seriously folks. It's love.

There is no other explanation.

(and it only took me 20 minutes to type this with a numb pointer finger, but he drew the line...)

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Adult Holiday Humor

Remember Quibby?  Our naughty little elf?


He's back. 

And he just made a new outfit out of a pair of Mr. Thompson's new underwear.