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"That tickles!”, he laughed tiredly in the high pitch raspy tone he uses when he is being funny. I give his neck another kiss.

“It’s time to get up”, I hate to say the words ending our mini vacation.  We have spent the weekend at a resort my best friend from childhood invited us to with her timeshare. It is 9:30 and we have to be on the road by 11:00. I look at my husband’s face to see if he is awake. After 29 years of marriage I still cannot tell if his eyes are open or not under his long eyelashes. His smile tells me he’s awake and I can’t help but feel warm when looking at him. When he is happy his face is jolly, the apples of his cheeks bulge, and even with eyes closed I know his blue eyes have a peace about him.

He leans his large body up his broad shoulders sinking with the exhale of his yawn. While wiping what he calls his ‘eye snots’ out of his eyes the bed creaks as he stands up and slips his always socked feet into his slippers. These have been my morning companions for almost 30 years. He kisses me good morning before concealing his hairy torso behind a t-shirt. Then as his custom to show his love to me when we stay in a hotel, he heads down to the continental breakfast to get food and coffee for us to snack on while pack our things. I put on my makeup while he is gone.
This may all seem boring, but I am a simple person and I find beauty in the consistency of our love. We have worked very hard to get where we are today. Happiness is a destination that we fiercely trekked through life to get to. We finally realized money wasn’t what was important, but time together. After 20 years in navy and 10 years after his retirement of unpredictable schedules, we finally settled on jobs that may have been less pay, but were more rewarding with time off that we have spent together. Now we take trips on his motorcycle frequently, and we have time to see our two children and our grandbabies. Now I am warm with happiness again, we have a new granddaughter, she will be 6 weeks old tomorrow. We will never regret being able to take the week off she was born. My husband, being the great man he is, drove the entire trip from Florida to Indiana the moment we heard my daughter was in labor. He loves his children but being a grandfather has opened a new beautiful side to him. I smile to myself as he walks in the door.
Once we are done packing He does his customary sweep through the room in military fashion to ensure we left nothing behind. He always says you can take the sailor out of the Navy, but you’ll never take the Navy out of the sailor.  Suitcases in tow we merrily make our way to the car to head home from South Carolina. Not ready to say goodbye to the weekend just yet we make plans with my friend and her husband to stop for lunch in Savannah. Suitcases go in the trunk and we get in the car.
Not wanting to stop again other than for lunch we stop and get gas before ‘we hit the road’ as we like to say. While he pumps I run inside to get lottery tickets before my husband starts having withdrawals from his lottery addiction. There are worse things than spending a dollar or two a week. Wanting to try my hand at lady luck I get two $1 scratch off tickets myself.
“Whoohoo!”, I am incapable of holding back the obvious laughter that comes when you get nothing from a scratch off, “I won $1! It only cost me $2!”

“Yeah baby!”, he says in that high pitched funny voice he overuses, “Try not to spend that all in one place!”
Our laughter trails off and that warmness fills me again as we are jamming to the radio, happy even though the interstate has started to form traffic.

“There’s a lot of traffic heading into Savannah”, I can tell thoughts are rolling through his head as he is trying to figure out why at not quite noon on Sunday traffic is building up.

“Well it is now the vacation season”, I am not sure my answer satisfies his curiosity, but it doesn’t have to. We learn the reason as we see signs warning that we are approaching construction.
Suddenly, my body aches all over. I feel my body being placed on a hard surface. I really should tell them this is uncomfortable. As I feel my clothes being cut off it dawns on me. We must have been in a car accident. I can’t see anything because my glasses aren’t on my face.

“What about the driver?”

“No Pulse.”
I guess this is the day I say goodbye to Kevin. Well, no it may not be. We were in a car accident so there were other drivers and they didn’t say which driver. Kevin is probably fine. With that hope, I fall back asleep.

I wake up and I hear sirens and I can tell I am in a vehicle, I must be in an ambulance. God my body hurts. I go back to sleep.

I wake up, a police officer and a nurse are at my side. My body feels a little better… I think.

“Mrs. Martin, you were in a car accident. You were rear-ended by a Semi. I have spoken with witnesses, and their stories line up. I have the drivers insurance, I have everything you need. You can call me anytime.” the officer hands my purse to someone else in the room. I realize its Lisa Marie my best friend.

“Have you heard anything about my husband?”, I hope that’s how the sentence comes out, breathing hurts, nonetheless speaking.

“We have not, I will go check.”, the nurse and the cop look at each other.

I feel groggy, they must have given me some type of drugs. I look over at Lisa and her husband, Lisa looks very upset.

“This if my fault I shouldn’t have invited you two this weekend.”, her face is riddled with guilt. She says some other things but my mind doesn’t keep ahold of her words. Until she says she’s calling my daughter and hands me the phone.

“Hey,” my daughters voice brings me a bit of light in this pain, she doesn’t seem distraught, does she know about the accident?
“Hey…”, I breathe out.

“Mom!?”, her voice cracks, she must know. I hear the pain and desperation in her voice, but I also hear relief. “Mom I love you!”

“They… say we were…. in an accident.”

“Yes. I know I got an emergency call. Aunt Gayle is on her way to you.”

“I don’t know how… your father is. I asked but no one is telling me anything…”

“I haven’t heard yet either mom, we’re trying to find out”, she says quickly. I hear her whispering to someone in the background. “Mom is Lisa there with you?”

“Yes. We were supposed to meet them for lunch”

“She is in there right now?”


“Mom…”, I hear a very heavy breath on the other end, “Dad didn’t make it.”

“I thought so.”, the words process in my brain, and I understand them, but I don’t feel them.

“Mom, I am so sorry. I love you so much”, I can tell she is crying but fighting her tears to stay strong for me.

“I know honey, I love you too.” We sit on the phone in silence for a few minutes.

“Mom, I am going to let you go so Matthew can call and talk to you, we’ve been trying to get through for an hour.”

I don’t remember much of what I say with my son. I can’t believe he’s dead. I close my eyes. When I open them my sister and mother are there. I wave to them and close my eyes again. The game of opening eyes and waving continues for an amount of time I am not aware is passing.

I wake again. God it hurts to breathe. My mother and my sister are sitting in my room. They say their necessary condolences.

“I can’t believe he is gone.” I can’t believe he is gone “I never got to say goodbye”, I never got to say goodbye. "Why did I survive?"
The Wife - Never Said Goodbye
My father died in a car accident 3 weeks ago. This is my mother's recollection of the morning it happened. 
  • Playing: Pokemon X
My latest opinions:

Inquisition: I enjoyed it enough that I could actually binge play it while watching my husband binge, but they took away the ability to really be an evil bastard like in the others especially Origins. Main complaint: doesn't scale to level. You end up in areas that are below your level if you are scrupulous before which means easy fighting, no exp, and poor loot. It made the final battle way too easy.

Fallout4: Shit. Shit. Shit. I call Preston the "emperor"... if you played it you know the monotony of settlements, and once again you have no ability to be an evil prick, it just doesn't work. I feel the 'build your own fortress' was over played. Overall it under delivered in my mind. It is also extremely linear. I am enjoying the survival mode, which was initially my main complaint of the game because I loved NV so much. Main complaint: caters to the masses with an over simplified leveling system.

Dark Souls3: I love it so far, haven't beaten it yet. Main complaint: PVP has taken a nose dive in once again a catering to the masses and a 'dummying down' of the game. It really isn't fun to invade and get ganked by 3 people. Why even have poise?
However, fight clubs are pretty awesome. 
You’re sick
We gathered around to lend a hand
We became infected with agony
The more you deny your plight
Slowly they slip away
Decaying from anguish
As you lash out in self destruction
I stand alone now
Everyone has stopped caring
As have I
I stand here with innocence on my hip
Shielding the virtuous bundle
I walk away
You’re a bitch, and you’ll die alone
You will say it’s because we were sick and weak
Refusing responsibility for the plague of your life choices
This really isn't the first memory this is just the first one I have decided to record. I will have to catch up in fill in the blanks such as Becky or out first week in this house at another time. For now we are going to talk about the Lucky Mushroom.

Our bathroom has the smelly brown carpet that somewhat reminds me of the orange and brown felt couch from the 80's that my Aunt Gayle used to have (you know the one with felt cushions on the rustic over waxed wood frame). Thought I have made my best effort to remain positive about our humble abode by chanting $150 a month over and over, I cannot bring myself to not complain about this carpet to anyone who will listen even if it's my inner narrator at least every other day.

Today though, today was special. As any other female who's bladder seems to shrink when I drink coffee I headed to the bathroom to tinkle. I have to close the door to reach the toilet paper holder as it is located on the back of the door. I really should probably close it the whole time anyway because it is attached directly to the kitchen, but who has time for that? I was making a mental note that I either need to put a basket in the corner again or stop being lazy and put my gym clothes in the basket by the washer, which is also conveniently located in the kitchen (this I don't mind as it makes me feel like Julia Child.) Then I saw it and horror struck!

I quickly wiped flushed and ran out the kitchen while pulling up my pants to the living room where my husband sat playing his video game on our 'Couch' by couch I mean futon, and by futon I mean it resembles one just... well with everything wrong, that's another story.

"So I don't know how to say this", I stammer realizing that I sound like I am about to tell him that we're expecting and need to correct my course of action, "THERE'S A MUSHROOM IN THE BATHROOM!" I blurt out. Of course he starts laughing. I am glad that one thing we have in common is me and my husband tend to laugh at fucked up shit in our lives.

He follows me and I point out the brown impostor that is perched on it's long ivory stem sticking out of the grout in the corner where the shower meets the wall. Let me take a moment to explain my shower to you, it is a 2X2 shower with sliding glass doors that meet on the front left corner, you really need to move both doors if you want to enter comfortably, but we tend to leave the front one closed as the wheel track has somehow been dented by a previous tenant (I really don't want to know but can't help but think of some risque scenarios. Also it was my father-in-law). Sometimes the corner of the door pops off and the glass plane comes crashing into you as water sprays onto the already dank smelling carpet. Sometimes, if you're exceptionally lucky that day, the little wheel will pop off and you have to precariously perch the glass door on the ledge until you finally convince your husband to fix it. That's still not the best feature, the shower head sits at about 62 inches... or 5 feet 2 inches. We were forced to by a removable shower head so we could stop attempting to become contortionist as we washed our hair, our limbo game has suffered since the replacement, but we at least can get an allover clean feeling without a yoga session.

"It's a lucky mushroom", he is still chuckling not at the mushroom situation necessarily more at his mortified wife from Florida who when she sees a mushroom assumed black mold and starts counting down the days until she will die a horrible lung collapsing gasping death. I kick him out and begin bleaching the whole carpet and bathroom.

We have already agreed to tile the floor, it was the only way I would agree to stay here until at least the New Year. It's the end of August, we have been here since June. I am determined to survive no matter how much the fungus battles. This war will push on but I will not give up!

In the meantime we are going to buy tile tomorrow, and rip the carpet up next week. Good luck to me when I see what's underneath the carpet.
Learning Hoosier. Ch1 The Lucky Fucking Mushroom.
To keep my sanity in this terrible little town my husband has moved me to in our tiny home in a not so nice neighborhood, I have decided to try to make it comedic to myself. These are my rants.

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DamaiMikaz Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Tnx for the watch :la:
Sin1123 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2015  Professional General Artist
Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Didnt expect to find you, here. haha
OnlyIfYouSmile Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hullabaloo and howdy do? Come here often?
Sin1123 Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2015  Professional General Artist
Decently? I've made a bunch of neato art friends, and just kinda like to upload my weird paintings, here. haha
OnlyIfYouSmile Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
As you can see so do I, I remember when I was 14 I used to religiously hang out on this site, it was my facebook, or more accurately Myspace haha :iconlozerndenial: I decided not to delete it so I can remember my "oh god why" days of teenage angst. 
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wordturner Featured By Owner May 4, 2014
Thanks for the fave!! I appreciate and value your feedback!
wxzhenghoppytruffles Featured By Owner May 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the favorite.
wxzhenghoppytruffles Featured By Owner May 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for the llama.
you are pretty, and your boyfriend(?) is too.
OnlyIfYouSmile Featured By Owner May 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thank you! that is so nice of you to say! and thank you for the llama!
I think you saw the picture and know now he's my husband 2.5 years [:
wxzhenghoppytruffles Featured By Owner May 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
no problem~
that's great, you guys still awesome?
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