Life is one big stage, after all

Ironically, the year I am married is the worst year of my life thus far. It started off with our money being stolen out of our account when Mr. Joe decided to apply for a "job" that would require a deposit of "about nineteen twenty", which is understood as 19.20, but in actuality was 1920.00. Needless to say, for a young couple saving for a wedding, nineteen twenty was a pretty big blow, especially when it was taken twice. Did I mention this almost caused us to lose our photographer? Definitely not a fun time in our life. It took months to get our money back, but we finally were able to. That came just in time for my car to get broken into at work and EVERYTHING to be stolen out of it. EVERYTHING, including both of our passports, my identification, credit cards, access to our just recovered wedding account, and these delicious pastry twists that I had just bought. Ridiculous. I was also battling an intensely personal situation that even under the anonymity of the Soap Scum Avenger I refuse to go into detail on. Just know that it was intense and caused me great pain and sacrifice. Times this year were tough. Add to that the wedding planning and the DRAMA that came out of merging three families into one happy party, and you can imagine how hard it would be to maintain sanity. Throughout all of this, I remained calm and continued to remind myself that life is difficult and I should try to be positive because as each awful moment occurred, I was CERTAIN that it was the last.
Now I am beginning to think I am cursed.
My brother is dying and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

vaccuming or vaccuuming or vacuuming?

One of my new favorite activities to perform as a secret super hero is vacuuming. Sadly, I was never quite sure how to spell it, so please forgive me if I have not spelled the word correctly. I don't care enough to spell check it. Anyway, when I was child, my evil mother would make me vacuum the whole hideously carpeted house with this old, smelly electrolux. Despite her claims that it had a lifetime guarantee and would never break, it never seemed to pick ANYTHING up off of the floor. I would lug it up the stairs (I'm pretty sure it weighed as much as I did at 8 years old) bitching and moaning the whole way, and once there I would practically get electrocuted turning it on. Then I would sweat as I pushed and pulled the unit all over the hallway until I could stand it no longer. My mother would always find pieces of lint and garbage on the floor that were missed and claim that I didn't put enough of an effort in. Usually, I would run the vacuum while picking up the individual pieces myself.
Now, after reading all of that, you're probably wondering why I would now find such a previously daunting task enjoyable. Firstly, as a household superhero, it is my duty to find my tasks enjoyable and rewarding. The REAL reason, however, is that I am the proud owner of a Dyson Slim. I love this vacuum more than any of my other appliances. It would beat the sorry bag of dirt I had to vacuum with as a child in no time flat. And because of the ease of use I have with this heavenly machine, vacuuming has turned into my peaceful thinking time. The other day, I spent and hour and a half vacuuming the two rooms that we frequent in my house. Of course, the Dyson had them clean in 10 minutes, but there is something about the quite hum of the motor and the lulling motion for pushing and pulling the ball over the floor that I find incredibly liberating. As if these blissful moments weren't enough, an added bonus is that the dogs are scared shitless of the thing and stay at the opposite end of the house!
The Dyson has allowed me to be more in tune with myself. The other day I decided to pursue law school while I was sucking dirt and cobwebs off of the basement stairs. No one would ever suspect me of being a superhero if I was a lawyer! My crazy life as a new wife by day has been turned upside down of late and I find myself wanting to vacuum in the middle of the night, although that would be a little foolish. Still, the peace that it brings me would probably be better than the sleepless nights I've been having. Of course, I could always fight the evils of soapscum if I can't sleep. As we all know, dirt and grime never rest.
So I guess this is my second post. An ode to my Dyson. Here's to the best appliance I ever had!

The adventure begins!

I am new to this blogging thing, so I will start slow. After reading tons of other people's blogs, I have decided to start my own. Most of my motiviation comes from the guilt I have from reading strangers' thoughts and stories, the rest comes from the fact that my husband (I still get a kick out of calling him my husband!) is golfing. I probably won't post anything else after this, since I have no "sticktoitivness" but we'll see . . .