GOOD GREIF

I have discovered how I am going to keep myself from overeating on

Thanksgiving Day.

I woke up with a toothache this morning.

I thought something was going on with a tooth over the weekend,

but I thought if I just ignored it, it would go away.

No such luck.

I am headed to the dentist tomorrow.

And can I just go ahead and admit it,

I hate going to the dentist,

I get myself all worked up and anxious over going.

CARDED

#2's sorority at NC State recently had Family Weekend.

It is a weekend full of events, open houses and tailgating at the football game with all of the members of the sorority and their families.

On Friday night there was a cocktail reception at a restaurant in downtown Raleigh.

After dinner hours, I guess this place turns into a nightclub because there was a dance floor and a band setting up in the corner. They had half of the area set up for the reception and the other half was open for business as usual.

There was a line to get and someone at the door checking ID's.

#3 is 12 years old and she was carded before she was allowed to go in.

She had no clue what was going on, why they were asking her for an ID and why they put that big fat X on her hand.

When I explained it to her she was mortified.

#1 and #2 thought it was a glorious event in her life and was so proud of that X on their little sister's hand.

Oh the mind of a 20 and 18 year old girl..........and the things that are important to them and impress them are just a mystery to me!

PLAYING CATCH UP

Well, it is time for me to play catch up!

The services for my mother in law have come and gone.

The reality of it all is just setting in on my husband. He is thankful that his mom is no longer sick and in pain, but I know he misses her.

My mother has had scans and tests galore. She had to start emergency radiation because she was in danger of a stroke because of a tumor in her brain even before getting any real answers. Tomorrow she has an appointment at

Duke University with a specialist so I know that we will have answers tomorrow....

like them or not.

I am going and am really anxious about it. I've never done anything like this before.

I am just emotionless right now.

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I want to get on to some happier, lighter more pleasant things now.

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Remember this scene,

#3 in the ER with two broken bones?

Her big sister talked her into getting a white cast

so that she could decorate it.

#2 is a design student in college and she came home the night #3 got her cast

and spent several hours drawing on it.

#3 was up way past her bedtime and we payed for it the next morning!

What a great big sister she is!!

(She would make a great tattoo artist, but her father would probably disown her first!)

I didn't get a very good picture of the finished project. I will have to make sure I take one before she gets the cast off. She is getting annoyed with it and is counting the days!

I AM HERE... SORT OF

NOT!

My mother in law passed away on Sunday.

She had a stroke about 8 weeks ago and wasn't able to recover.

My mom is not well.

I took her for emergency radiation and a brain scan today.

She has cancer.

It is serious.

It sucks.

I will be back.

I am reading and keeping up with you guys....

I just don't have time for much else right now.

THANK YOU!

YOU ALL ARE WONDERFUL!

Pray!

OH MY NERD!

Just a quick little post to share pictures of #3's Halloween.

She had some friends over so that she would have someone to Trick or Treat with.

I was exhausted, but knew she needed to be able to be a kid for a change.

Sometimes we forget that no matter how mature our little ones act, they need to be able to put away the grown up problems and stress and just have a little fun.

The weather was wonderful and the neighborhood was full of families out walking.

I don't remember a warmer Halloween.

So many people thought that the sling and injured arm was apart of the clumsy nerd costume.

Yep, that is toilet paper hanging from her fanny!

This was such a good idea until the golf cart battery died at the far end of the neighborhood and I had to go get them and pull them home with my car.

(Note to self - go to Home Depot and buy some rope.)

I imagine this very well may be our families last trick or treating experience.

#3 is in the seventh grade and is aging out. I am sure there will plenty of Halloween costumes I'll need to get together for her for parties and all, but it won't be the same.

After having a trick or treater in the house for 18 years straight it will be a little sad next year.

It stinks how good things eventually have to come to an end.

THE GREAT PUMPKIN

Trick or Treat!

This is my second post today!

I couldn't let Halloween go by without sharing these pictures of Mr. Bubbles.

I think he very much would like for us to get that dog we have been thinking about.

What do you think?

BROKEN IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

This blog could take a turn and become a

"Whoa is me" blog.

But I won't let that happen.

I have never been one to sit idle for long and let all of the bad take over.

I do have my moments though.

This week ranks right up there as being one of the worst.

Faith, my friends, it has become about good old fashion faith.

Thank goodness for my Bible Study and the series we are studying right now.

I was reminded this week that now matter how many things are crumbling around you,

there is always one constant and THAT constant is all you need anyways.

God isn't gonna change, ever, never.

So now that everything is spinning out of control, I'm concentrating on what is not.

Okay, so now here comes the "Whoa is me" part.....

Wednesday:

• Man of the House left to go out of town. He had to drive to Charlotte for an over night trip. My mom saw an ENT, who ran several test and saw a mass in her throat.

Thursday:

• My mom saw the surgeon who did a biopsy last Friday. I got a phone call around 4:30 saying the results were not good
• 5:00 - the Man of the House arrived home just in time to pack a bag, hug me and head out to the airport. He had a court date in Miami early Friday morning.
• 6:00 - me and #3 headed out for soccer practice. It was my week to drive carpool.
• 7:15 - #3 was doing awesome at practice, really taking some awesome shots, good hard ones. She also was really being aggressive. I noticed her holding her wrist and doubling over. She continues to play but doubles over holding her wrist occasionally. She continues to play with tears in her eyes. I was not overly concerned, this level of soccer is pretty tough, she is pretty tough and I am a tough mom. I've pretty much seen my kids in some bad situations.... ambulances, heat stroke, broken bones, concussions, lips and cheeks mangled in braces.... just to name a few.
• 7:30 - Practice is over, coach and I talk about the possibility of a sprained wrist. I get in my big ol' SUV full of sweaty, stinky girls and #3 lets loose all of the tears she held in while on the soccer field. We drop off all the girls and get a dad to take a look at the wrist. He raises his eyebrows and gives me a nod - no word - just a nod.
• 8:00 - Emergency room - sitting among all of the H1N1 and flu victims - x-rays - a room of our own - the smell of vomit everywhere - hours of waiting and alas the verdict..... TWO broken bones in the wrist
• 12:00 Home finally!
• 1:00AM #3 gets to bed

In the waiting room....

Finally in our own little private room.....we watched Food Network and salivated because we were both starving!

All splinted up. I take her to the orthopedist on Monday for the real official cast.

She had to take shower when we got home after midnight because there was no way I was going to let her sleep with me all stinky and soured!

That too was an ordeal, because we were both so tired and uncoordinated. It took us forever to get her arm all wrapped just right and by then it was really hurting.

Friday

was loaded with much of the same....

phone calls, bad news, tears, traffic, lots of Advil for #3, and a soccer game that was across town during rush hour.

#3 didn't play of course, but still needed to go.

The good news is that The Man of the House got home, I got to actually sit down, have a glass of wine, put my feet up, take a few deep breaths and feel normal!

Normal......it is good thing!

Keep on praying friends!

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