Sunday, December 22, 2013

A sad day indeed . . .

The kingdom of God is rejoicing today as one of its most decorated soldiers came 'home' . . . our friend C.A.M. lost his battle to cancer early this morning . . . at the age of 42.  He most definitely fought the good fight . . . five years he battled this disease.  

C.A.M. had Blastic Plasmacytoid Dendritic Cell Neoplasm, a very rare form of aggressive leukemia . . . cancer of the dendentric cells of bone marrow. So rare that there have only been about 100 documented cases of it. 

C.A.M. remained faithful, determined and positive throughout his journey . . . an inspiration to us all.   He was an amazing friend, husband and father.  He always wanted to pray for others . . . and he always gave the glory to God.

He was such an amazing man that Getzy asked him to be in our wedding as one of his groomsman. 
And C.A.M. asked Getzy to be a groomsman in his wedding the year after we were married.  It was a beautiful affair and a memorable day.  I even scrapbooked it because both of our weddings were back before digital pictures.
We asked C.A.M. and Becky to be Kyle's godparents when we was born, and they happily agreed.  We know they have faithfully prayed over Kyle throughout the years.

My heart breaks for his beautiful wife, Becky. 
She is such an incredible woman . . . and mom.  Yes, they have three beautiful children . . . all just a bit younger than each of my three children . . . two girls and a boy.  She is an amazing woman of faith and has been C.A.M.'s best advocate over the years.  We all know she was his rock, and I can't imagine her pain right now. 

Our family has prayed a lot for C.A.M. and Becky and their family.  Today we pray for peace and understanding for each of them . . . our hearts are sad for the loss of our friend, but we are grateful that he is cancer and pain free in heaven.  Please lift up a prayer for Becky and their family . . . and hug your own family a little tighter tonight.
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Monday, December 16, 2013

What goes on?

Hello party people . . . it's been a hot minute.  Seriously.  Who's got the time?  For all the things.  Uh, not me.  So exercising and blogging get cut . . . which are two of the things I most enjoy.  Ok, I can't say I love exercising, but I do love the way I feel after I've done it.  I think I have my priorities out of whack.  Well . . . shit.  That's a harsh reality that I just faced.  Oh, and the princess said I was always on my computer . . . I don't agree, but I can't discount her perception.

So what's been going on around here?  Well, Christmas shopping and decorating for sure.  I think I'm done.  With both. Basically I need to not go into any more stores because I keep finding all these cool gifts and then keep trying to even out the "piles" amongst the kids . . . as if they will even notice.  They won't.  They're good like that.  

In other news, the online shopping has produced some decent boxes . . . which Amanda deems perfectly useful for sleeping.  And yes, she slept the entire night . . . in a box . . . by a Christmas tree!

Hashtag hobo.
And the decorating . . . I may, or may not, have a Christmas tree and ornament addiction!  I have decorated 11 trees of all sizes and have several boxes of unused ornaments . . . because I don't have enough trees.  Need.  More.  Trees.  Ok, maybe not need.  But want for sure.  Getzy, not so much.  I'm definitely a "more is more" person, and he errs on the opposite side. Booorrrriiinnnggg.

Speaking of ornaments, I started a Maine themed tree at the suggestion of our Aunt Debbie . . . it's a little sparsely decorated at the moment, but it will fill up over the years.  Especially when fabulous cousins send me L.L. Bean boot ornaments, or key chains (which fashion nicely into ornaments) . . . love it!
Feel free to send Maine ornaments for needy tree.
And I enjoyed a holiday dinner out with my poker ladies last week, and we did an ornament exchange.  I'm pretty sure I got the best ornament(s) of the night . . . a trifecta of awesomeness. 
Nothing says Christmas like a poker playing bear and
some smiling wine glasses . . . I enjoy!
Ok, everybody was happy with theirs . . . because these ladies are just like that.  Always fun and full of great conversation.  So thankful to be a part of the group!
Love all these ladies . . . friends make life much better!
I took my brood to see the Santa at the mall . . . every year we go to the same mall, and I think it's the same Santa!  The boys weren't jazzed to go, but I asked them to please do it for me.  Since I didn't get all fussy with their clothing choices, they happily went along.  While they all want mini-ipads, the agreed to not ask for those so they didn't seem greedy.  That pretty much melted my heart.  So Ryan asked for a lava lamp (groovy), Kyle for an airsoft sniper rifle (yes, he's that kid that likes to shoot stuff) and Amanda for a Baby Alive (because what could be more fun than a baby that poops).  I think Santa will be able to manage these requests.  
And not an hour before we were leaving, Kyle's foot connected with Ryan's lip on the trampoline . . . and then there was blood.  Ryan comes up the back steps with his hand cupped under his chin catching the drops . . . he looks at me and says, "I'm ok . . . it doesn't hurt too bad."  No tears.  Geez, that kid is tough. 

I was about to freak out on Kyle but Ryan vouched for him and said he didn't mean to kick him in the mouth . . . it was an accident.  Later Ryan fessed that while it was true, Kyle didn't mean to kick him in the mouth, he did mean to kick him . . . Ryan swiped his Santa hat and was messing with him.  Ah, boys . . . still, the rule is use your words, not your hands and feet.  I told Kyle he better thank his brother for having his back . . . I had cooled off enough not to go all crazy on him, but he got a fine lecture.
Really mom? 
My ladies and I managed to sneak away and see the Atlanta Ballet's Nutcracker at the Fox Theater!  It was a rainy and dreary day made better by good company and some holiday cheer!
Whoa . . . that puffy vest looks extra puffy. 
Coincidence that it's after a cruise?  I think not. 
We started with brunch at Murphy's in the Virginia Highlands area of Atlanta . . . the don't serve alcohol until 12:30 p.m. on Sunday's in Georgia so we ate, and then sat around until it was time . . . then this . . . salad in a glass!
So my Mom comes this week which makes me uber happy . . . she will be here to enjoy the chaos of class parties, last minute running around and general fun with the anticipation of Christmas.  I cannot wait. 

And there you have it . . . happenings in the Getz house of late.  Hope life is treating you right, yes YOU . . . until next time . . . be well!
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Monday, December 2, 2013

Where have I been? Oh, you know . . . Just cruisin' around

On the Disney boat, The Fantasy!  Booyah, no turkey cooking for me!
Our home for seven days . . . all five of us in one room.  Cuddles.
It was pretty swag-tastic . . . except for all the people and kids . . . because I'm so friendly like that.  It's super big.  And I sailed it.  Ok, sailed on it.  Whatevs.

We did a 7-day cruise leaving from Port Canaveral, Florida on Saturday, November 23rd.  We were at sea on Sunday; Grand Caymans on Monday; Costa Maya, Mexico on Tuesday; Cozumel, Mexico on Wednesday; at sea on Thanksgiving day; and Castaway Cay on Friday, the private Disney Island in the Bahamas.  We had private excursions planned at each port but sometimes the weather changes things . . . more details on that later. 

First things first though . . . Getzy and the boys drove down on Thursday so they could enjoy a charter fishing trip with the two other dads near Port Canaveral, Florida on Friday.  Our friend Norm did the Internet sleuthing and found Captain Greg from Sea Leveler Sport Fishing Charters.

This was Ryan and Kyle's first major fishing excursion, and they were on fire . . . check out their first catches!
The one on the left is a Snook and the one on the right is a Crevalle Jack . . .
it's like they're from Jersey!
According to the dads, Captain Greg was awesome with the boys.  I even got videos of the boys reeling in their catches, and Captain Greg was so encouraging and patient.  He knew they were tired, but made them finish the job until the fish was on board.  Love that. 
 
Ryan gets major motion sickness.  They tried to go out into the open water, but there were 5-6 feet swells and once they anchored, none of Ryan's food stayed anchored . . . if you know what I mean.  And neither did Kyle's for that matter.  So they came back in near the port, and the fishing was just fine. 
 
Ryan was feeling pretty puny so when they hooked a big one, naturally the captain said Ryan should real him in (or maybe her) . . . sort of to clear his mind.  Ryan worked hard and bam, BIG fish. 
Rally, fish, boot and rally . . . in that order!
Getzy said it was like a Hollywood photo finish because as soon as Ryan smiled, and the photo was snapped, boom . . . empties his stomach over the back of the boat.  Chumming the water according to Captain Greg.  Too funny!  And mostly gross.  Last time though . . . he held it together after that . . . so proud.

And not to be outdone, Kyle comes in for the big win.  And I mean BIG.  Like bigger than him, big.  These biggun's were red fish . . . too big to keep so they threw them all back . . . after a hug, of course!
When in doubt, hug a fish.  And then pack away the dirty laundry for a week. 
And not to be out done with an adventure, my ladies and I all got spray tans on Thursday morning!  My first time . . . I was legit worried I was gonna end up like this . . .

You know you're signing their song in your head right now . . .
I show up all freaked out, but figured what the hell?  YOLO, am I right?  (Does YOLO bug you?  Maybe a little?)  The whole process was pretty easy . . . you're supposed to put barrier cream on your palms and bottoms of your feet so you don't look like you've been staining furniture.  Some of us are better at it than others . . . true story. 
You aren't immediately tan . . . which would be awesome.  The color has to sort of develop over the next several hours . . . it's a giant crap shoot as to what you might end up looking like.  We were told to rinse off in the shower, no soap, after 6-7 hours to make sure we didn't over do it.  I was definitely getting my color on by the evening . . . and life is clearly better with supportive bitches friends.  Yes, I gave them stupid names to protect their identity . . . it's late and the creative juices weren't flowing.  Suck it.  I'm the blue texts below . . . and for the record, spelling and grammar don't count on texts.   I'm pretty sure I read that somewhere . . . 
 
Ok, we crack ourselves up . . . every damn day.  Those ladies are my wolf back.  My people.  My bitches . . . said with love.
And that's how it's gonna be . . .
So the mamas and the little ladies head out on our road trip to Florida before 6 a.m. on Friday . . . can you tell we were excited?  I rode halfway with one friend, and then shared the love and road the rest of the trip with my other friend.  I'm a giver.  I sang so hard to the tunes I was spinning, I was hoarse by the time we got to Florida.  I was meant to be a DJ . . . if it wasn't for the crappy hours and pay . . . I'll settle for doing it for my friends.  They are welcome.

We catch up with the fellas at the hotel pool and download about all the fun things!  Then it's time for our pre-cruise meal tradition at Fishlips!  It's fun for all . . . the parents get to relax, and the kids get to work the stage . . . they call them up to perform.  Funny stuff. 

After dinner we make a trip to Ron Jon Surf Shop in Cocoa Beach for some new gear . . . Amanda got new flops and the boys each got new swim trunks.  Getzy and I opted out . . . we for sure have enough stuff.  And then it's back to the hotel to get some sleeps before boarding the mouse boat the next morning . . . exciting stuff ahead!

My friends and I agree that perhaps a nudist vacation is in order because I have spent the last two days doing laundry, and I'm still not done.  Ok, I kid about the nudity because eeeewww, but seriously, anyone else feel me on this?

I sure hope everyone had a restful and blessed Thanksgiving last week . . . did you do anything exciting?  Tell me all the stuffs!

And I thought this song was sort of in keeping with the fishing theme . . .
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