Lunden Needs New Wheels!

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I don’t know how it is for most people, but I know so much more about the people I went to high school with now, than when I was spending 7 hours a day with them. Yay Facebook?

I felt gross typing that, excuse me.

Anyways, there was a pleasant drift for the years immediately following high school, but around six years ago when we started planning our ten-year reunion, I somehow started accumulating high school friends and acquaintances on Facebook. It’s interesting to see who ended up with a completely different life than what you expected for them, who got knocked really young, etc.

Now, I like to observe people. I tend to stay back and not say much unless I know you well. I have several friends who thought that I was just this very quiet, sweet girl in the background and then were surprised when I felt comfortable enough around them to bust out my actual personality, which is typically heralded by a curse word or six.

The point I’m ever so slowly getting to is that I’ve been keeping an eye on my classmates lives for the past six years. Not in a weird way or anything–I just skim Facebook while making sure that I’m not missing any birthdays or posts that I’ll be quizzed on later. As I’m lazy, most of my high school acquaintances and friends are still there. I weeded out the ones who pissed me off and just left it alone after that.

There are a lot of stories I could tell you about my classmates. There have been marriages, divorces, new jobs and new babies. Those who know me (AKA have made it to the “When does Christy ever stop swearing?” phase), know that babies and children aren’t really my thing. They’re great for other people, but I’m not a fan for myself.

That said, there have been a few kids who have captured my attention. My nieces, of course. They’re cute little blonde horrors who giggle a lot, have plenty of personality and they promise to drive my sister to distraction by the time the youngest turns 18.

One of the other children on Facebook who has my attention is Lunden. I was vaguely aware of her mother’s pregnancy, but didn’t pay it much attention because honestly, I think there was just some sort of baby explosion going on at the time. It seemed like everyone was pregnant (except me, hurrah!).

However…then there was a fair amount of silence. And then the posts started. Lunden was born, but it turned out that she has lissencephaly, which is a brain malfunction–her brain is smooth and doesn’t have all the lumps and bumps that most brains do.

At first, they didn’t even know if she was going to make it out of the hospital. She’s come a long way over the years, but as you can imagine, it’s been tough on her family’s finances. Healthy children are fucking expensive, but children who need medical are astronomically expensive.

Her parents do a great job taking care of her and I’ve seen them make all sorts of changes and cuts in their lives to make her life the best possible. However, she’s doing that thing that kids do–she’s growing. They previously able to pick her up and carry her around, but she’s gotten too big for that and needs a wheelchair now. With wheelchairs, come the need for vans. Unfortunately, they’re not able to afford the van on their own and have done something I’ve not see them do a single time over the years–put up a donation page.

I’ve put something in the bucket. If you can afford it and you think that Lunden deserves to see as much in life as possible, please consider donating as well.

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Macarons

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I wonder if any of my coworkers will appreciate how much time I just spent making dozens of these little fuckers.

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My personal verdict? Tasty!

Julio!

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(Or why you should give your internet friends your address)

So, this needs some background for the people who don’t follow my twitter and don’t realize exactly how weird I can be.

I was moping on twitter one day about how I didn’t have a boyfriend, but if I did and he loved me, he would bring me a burrito. In a fit of inspiration, I named him Julio.

Since that day, he’s been fleshed out a bit. It’s been decided that he looks kind of like a hispanic Benedict Cumberbatch, he gives good backrubs, cleans my apartment and likes to fetch me things (burritos, cold medicine, a Pepsi from the QT fountain, whatever). If I’m in the mood for something, there’s a decent chance I’m going to tell twitter that Julio’s bringing it to me.

I had the crud last week. I spent a good portion of last week coughing, shivering, feverish and just generally having a shitty time. At some point, I must have told twitter that Julio was off to bring me some cough drops so I wouldn’t die.

One of my smart assed friends online has my address and decided to send me a get well card from Julio. So today I found this in my mailbox:

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The laugh I got from this card almost made having the flu last week worthwhile. It wasn’t, because nothing is really enough to make the flu worthwhile. But it came close. Thank you!

PS: I’ve been informed that Julio was hunting down Randall Flagg since I had to take a break from reading The Stand. For some reason, reading about a superflu while suffering from the flu just didn’t sound like fun.

PPS: I need a manicure.

PPPS: Julio needs to clean up my apartment, the clutter’s building up again.