THAT'S IT THAT'S NO MORE WAITING

"Hi my name is Elizabeth and I am a Mack-aholic. This will be my last meeting. He is home and has been online twice to give me my fix."

He has finally arrived home and I no longer need to attend Mack-aholic meetings. I am happy to report that he managed to avoid reading by organizing study groups. Only he could do this.

The kids are all good. Quinlan is big and fat (his words not mine)...

I have a long list of chores that need attending to. I need to get my laundry in the washer, Jean's in the dryer, I have fed the duckies, checked the mail, got the tile ripper upper thingie that I need to rip up the tile in my bathroom, I need to get the exact-o-knife so I can cut a piece of flooring large enough for my bathroom, I need to sweep and scrub the bathroom floor, I need to do dishes, I need to pick up stuff that is laying around and if I have enough energy after all that is finished I am going to do a workout.

Mahalya had eye surgery today, all went well. She will not need plastic surgery, all stitches are on the inside of her eyes and they will fall out on their own.

The two people that I know who were in detox are no longer in detox. One is going back in for a 21 day program though.

Alfie is being hateful and bad. Some days I wish I didn't have a cat yet other days I could not imagine my life without him.

I am hoping to have some adult time with Don this week.

I am going to Dartmouth on Feb. 7th for the night... He is paying for the hotel room.

What else? I do believe that is it.

"Hi my name is Elizabeth and I am a Mack-ahlic."

Til next time, enjoy and be safe.

DAYS 5,6 ,7 & 8

"Hi my name is Elizabeth and I am a Mack-aholic. I do apologize for not being here for the last few support sessions, but due to some medical tests that had to be performed, I have not been able to attend. I am having withdrawal symptoms beyond what I could imagine. As Mack is my sounding board, I have a lot of things going around and around in my head and no one to talk to. I hope to be able to talk to him tonight though it does not look promising."

The last few days have been hell around here. Between one relative and a relative's boyfriend ending up in detox, life has been hell. If that were not enough, I had to have a barium enema. This was the most horrible, miserable, disgusting and painful procedure ever. If the day before of being only on a liquid diet, and the drinking of Citro-Mag and taking Ducolex were not enough, I then spend an entire night with disgusting, explosive diarrhea. I then went to the hospital and the technician had to shove a tube up my butt into my bowels and fill me full of barium and take xrays of it all.

This was so painful. I still think that she hit something as I am in terrible pain 36 hours after the procedure.

If you are ever told you need to have one done, run, run fast, run far, run fast and rar. You never want to go through this.

The temperatures have started to fall here in the Valley. It is so cold out that I am sure the balls on a brass monkey would freeze.

I went out to feed the duckies in the pond, start the van for Jean, move the van so we could plug the block heater in but of course BDHH did something with the cable and the hood opening lever inside the van is not working properly. So, what do I do? Why I call in the troops... Or rather the troop... I call Uncle Rock. He is going to stop in tomorrow and take a look and get it figured out for us. I can change the brake pads, brake shoes, rotors, the head gasket, do an exhaust job, fill all fluids but do you think I can pop the hood?? HELLLLLLLL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

So, I am now finished with this little update. I am going to go get my laundry out of the dryer, get the space heater that is in the basement and curl up for the night.

"Hi my name is ELizabeth and I am a Mack-aholic. I require daily doses of him to survive."

DAY 3 AND 4

Day 3 and 4 of my withdrawal, detoxification and recovery...

Sorry can't be bothered to try and be funny. It has been a rough couple of days but thankfully my girlfriends rallied around me and helped me get my mind off of what was going on.

Until tomorrow, I am humbly yours "Elizabeth and I am a mackaholic".

DAY 2

Day 2 of detoxification and working towards the recovery

"Hi my name is Elizabeth and I am a Mack-aholic. I am currently going through detox and working towards recovery. The first day was horrible, the withdrawal symptoms were too much to bear and Mack was able to feel this confusion, utter desolation and sadness radiating from my mind, body and soul. He is currently located at CFB Boredom otherwise known as CFB Borden. He came online to give me a fix so that the withdrawal symptoms would subside enough for me to sleep. Hi my name is Elizabeth and I am a Mack-aholic."

Today I cleaned up, did laundry, cooked supper and read. I also did a 10 minute workout and will be doing another quick one before bed. I have company for the weekend and when she leaves for work on Sunday, I will be having some adult time with Don.

"Hi my name is Elizabeth and I am a Mack-aholic."

DAY 1

"It's your turn"

"Thank you. Hi everyone my name is Elizabeth and I am a Mack-aholic. I am going through withdrawal and am not sure if I will be able to face life without him. He has been my source of laughter and torment for so long that 14 days may be more than I can handle."

OK... So, I have joined MA...otherwise known as Mack-aholics. I am not sure if I will survive the 12 days he will be away and the following 2 days when he will be having adult time with Jada.

Today when I got up, I cleaned up, did dishes, puttered around, did a 5 minute stretch, did my 50 girlie pushups, 50 soup can weight lifts, 50 back and arm flab soup can weight lifts, 5 minutes running on the spot, 5 minutes of step side to sides and 5 more minutes of running on the spot and 5 minute cool down, then I cleaned up a bit more and had some supper, a shower, walked to the petrocan and now I am curled up on the bed to read and listen to the television.

"I am a Mack-aholic and I require detoxification and recovery to survive the 14 days I will have to live without him and watch Cops with only Tammy. I won't even be able to tease his brother Chad, as he has gone on course with Mack. My name is Elizabeth and I AM A MACK-AHOLIC."

MERRY CHRISTMAS...YES I SAID IT

Merry Christmas everyone, yes I said...Oh how dare I say Merry Christmas rather than Happy Holidays or some other non-sense saying that does not relate what December 25th really means to me and all other Christians alike. It is a day WE celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, not a day to celebrate whatever day the rest of the world decides it is. The Jews get to celebrate Hanaukah (sp) and whatever other religions there are and what they celebrate.

I celebrate the birth of the one Man I can trust no matter what. My prayers are answered, whether with the answer I want or not, they are answered none-the-less. Jesus leads me where I need to when I allow him to, sometimes I take a different road or path and end up where I need not be. But I always learn my lesson to listen and of course the next trip down the road, I swerve and take the route I want lol...

So, the point of this blog update is really to talk about the Christmas Tree (yes Christmas Tree, not Holiday Tree) that Nova Scotia sends every year to Boston as a thank you for their help during the Halifax Explosion.

http://www.gov.ns.ca/NATR/extension/christmastrees/bostontree.htm

The first year the tree was cut and shipped, it was actually cut down by my grandfather, Mr. Brenton Frank Reid. I can remember during every single yearly Reid Family Christmas Party, Grampie would talk about how he cut it down and then we would all sit around and wait for him to recite "The Cremation of Sam McGee" and "The Shooting of Dan McGrew", both well known poems by Robert Service.

My grandfather was amazing. He was unable to read or write, in fact when he had to sign the paper work to get his Old Age Pension started, he had to mark an X and have Nan sign for him. He ran a very successful business, doing bodywork and mechanical repairs on vehicles in a garage in his backyard.

I know I have written blog entries about him before but I respected, loved and cherished him as a man and as my grandfather. He was truly one of the "few good guys". I will attach a picture of him at the end of this entry. It will be the one of him in his army uniform. He was so proud to have served, even if it was only on at the Halifax Armories doing repairs on equipment. He, like the rest of his generation, didn't talk much about the war. I guess he had bad memories too. He had a buddy he worked with who died in Germany during WW2, that Grampie and Nannie named their first son after, Rockey.

Now, Uncle Rockey. Man, if you looked at this man, you would think "holy fuk, I don't want to mess with him" but he is the most gentle and caring man. I can always count on a kiss from him and an "I love you".

I will try to find and attach a picture of him.

So, hmmm... You want an update on Quinlan and the McKenna clan you say?

Quinlan has reached the five pound mark and will be home for Christmas if he keeps improving like he has. The other night I was on MSN with Mack's brother Chad. I had that poor boy believing that his mother bought a "Mother of the groom" dress for his wedding to the girl he hasn't even asked to marry him yet. I should have felt bad but you know, I still don't...lol.

I think it went on for a good half an hour and at one point I said "McKenna didn't tell you about the dress?" "No, was he supposed to?" "Well I don't know if he was supposed to but I do know he knows about it. Maybe he forgot to mention it?" "More like he withheld the information to make me look like a fool"... I laughed so hard. I even described the dress in great detail. Then Chad said something about telling his mother to wear the "shear, light and dark blue, slit up to there" dress to Quinlan's Christening. I said "Do you really want your mother wearing a dress that is only good for enticing your father to your nephew's Christening?" "Well it is her grandson you know?"... The fool fell for it... I was copying and pasting the conversation to Tammy and we both agreed that he was gullible, but he learned his lesson.

He did however tell me I was mean, or rather he said "McKenna didn't tell me you were so mean"...haha haha hehehe... McKenna told me I was but I was good... Hey don't mess with the best. I have a lot more years on them... Not necessarily more experience but Linda Reid is my mother...lol...

So, what else? Not much. I am hoping that the anti-depressants I am on kick in soon. I had a bad night last night and was almost in tears after I talked to Jen in Ottawa. We had our monthly, bi-monthly bitch session about Nigerians. Everyone is good in her family. I miss them all... They took me in and treated me like a daughter, sister, cousin, niece... Truly an amazing family.

OK, so let me add a few pictures. Til next time, enjoy and be safe during the CHRISTMAS SEASON...Sorry, I cannot possibly call it the Holiday Season. I am also going to add a couple of pictures from the baby shower we held for my brother.




The Rock AKA Uncle Rockey at his surprise 50th birthday party



Me, Nan and Grampie one year at Camp Argo




Mom in the white on the right, Cousin Ryan was our surrogate mother for the day, Brenton in his *gag* habs shirt...

HE HAS ARRIVED

Let me start with last Thursday... I talked to Mack...all was good... I asked after Jada as I always do. She was not in labour and having no problems. Friday night I did not get to talk Mack as I usually but I thought to myself "well he does go back to work tomorrow and he's working with Chad this weekend so he's probably gearing himself up for what thinks is a bad few days"... So, I forgave him for not talking to me. Then Saturday rolled around and I was finally off the stupid train from having a concussion and I was all set to have my weekly "cops date" with my favorite cop so we can make fun of American cops. Well, guess who did NOT show up for our cops date? So I sent him a few bad vibes and then told my best friend Tammy that the only excuse I was going to accept was something to do with Jada.

So last night Brenton came in went on facebook and I puttered around meanwhile Mack and a few others came online but since I was NOT in front of my computer I was not able to speak to them. So once Brenton got off the computer I took over and low and behold Mack had been online and I brought up the conversation to see what he had to say and well he changed his profile picture to a new born baby. So, I sent off a quick email saying "blah blah blah is that quinlan?" and yes it is. Quinlan has arrived a bit early but none the less he has arrived and is fine for the most part.

So, congratulations to McKenna and Jada... You guys are going to be amazing parents and I still think Jada will talk you into having "just one more McKenna"... Triplet girls I dare say.

Til next time, enjoy and be safe.