and baby makes 6!

Oh, hey

Remember the oldest children we have? The 11, 8 and 5 year old?

They stayed behind for A WEEK….OR MORE!

Bill and I are on our own with Mia.

The silence is deafening, but much welcome. We sooooo needed some quiet time.

Now come closer and I will tell you a secret………………….that’s it……………just a bit more…………………

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I don’t miss them.

That’s right, you heard me. As much as I love them and enjoy being with them, I don’t miss them….just yet.

I know I will.

The point will come when my arms will ache for them, and I won’t be able to take another day away from them.

But…..not…..just…..yet.

I want to allow myself some time to let my ears stop ringing and a chance to get my eyeballs back in their sockets after that first day of summer break when they popped right out of my head and rolled across the floor from all the pressure building up in my head. Bill came home and said “Hey, where are your eyes?” and I replied, “I don’t know……they got sucked out of my head by the kids and now I can’t see to find them”.

It was then we knew that the previous events from the beginning of May had taken their toll on Mom and it was time to hand the kids over to more capable hands……the hands that together had raised an only child, Bills step sister. The concept of multi-tasking is something foreign to them.

Yes, we dumped 3 fresh out of school, young, wild boys on Bill’s 72yo father and step mother.

And they are armed…..

and wild

They may never speak to us again.

A bit of…

Peek

a-boo

Then she gazed off at the never ending view

A new beginning

Some call it weaning……I call it having my heart ripped out.

It is happening here, and I am swinging like a pendulum, back and forth, between being ready for it, and not wanting to let go of that phase of our life together.

I will remember, even when I am 90, the times when she lay beside me asleep…..little puffs of air with the sweet smell of breastmilk floating next to my face. The way she reaches up and touches my face gently while nursing, tracing my nose, eyes and lips. Tiny fingers twirling my hair. As a baby, she would put her little feet on my mouth for me to kiss.

Nursing a toddler has been a pure joy. From her exclaiming outloud at a late evening BBQ with Bill’s boss, that she is tired and wants “utter Boobie”, to how she mumbles quietly while nursing to sleep.

We are down to 2-3 nursings a day…..sometimes only one. I know the time will come when I realize that she hasn’t nursed in days.

I will cry. She is the last baby I will ever nurse. I have no doubt in my mind about this. Bill’s stroke was the deciding factor.

That’s right. I am not willing to have another baby, knowing that I might possibly have to raise it by myself. I am selfish like that.

The fact of the matter is, this is okay with me. I have always been totally in love with Bill, but lately, we seem to have retrieved that thing called infatuation. Complete and crazy desire to be touching each other all the time (hand holding and such…sheesh you guys have dirty minds). I think about him even while he is in the room.

After the last 4 weeks, I am nurturing my marriage like never before, and for the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I am ready to move on to a different stage of my life….one that does not include being pregnant and giving birth.

Mia is weaning, my husband survived a stroke. Damn, I am satisfied with what we have! Our life here is wonderful, fulfilling and I couldn’t ask for anything more.

I am sandwiched in between Bill and Mia. My bookends. The one that started it all, and the one that put the exclamation point on our family.

This, without the that

This is a photo story on how we spent Memorial weekend.

This was where we enjoyed our morning coffee

This was our view

And this

And this

This is the new house on the hill that is so amazing, words can not do it justice. Ceiling beams that are 150 years old, stained cement floors, and all of the rock that was used, each and every piece, was hauled from the property by my FIL and MIL. The exterior is covered in this rock, as well as the interior walls and both fireplaces.

This is the guest house

This was where we swam, in the middle of several thousand acres of undeveloped land

This was what watched us swim

This is what sets my heart on fire

And THIS, is why I say that I have 5 kids (and why I can’t get a new, descent pic of the 2 of us together)

A late night, somelots of rum and coke, several Dos Equis, kids snuggled asleep in their beds, and Bill and I with nothing but deer and cows listening to us talk.

And that is that.

**more pics of our trip are up at Flickr. Just click on any of the above photos.

Butterflies

I look forward to Thursdays. My husband gets off work at 4pm.

I feel like I am in high school, waiting for the bell to ring, anticipating seeing and brushing past him in the halls between classes.

Or watching the clock, eager for him to come pick me up for our first date.

I wonder if he’ll kiss me?

Shoes, shoes, shoes!

Because I am a baby shoe whore, I ordered Mia some more Pedoodles

They shipped out and were in my mailbox in 2 days….free shipping.

I bought her Frank the Fish in First Steps, Flower Power, Pink Runners, and Ruby Janes in the Next Step Collection (The Ruby Janes are to die for. So soft and adorable.) . She should be good to go through Fall now, as these shoes last forever. The last batch I bought, Mia wore for a year.

If you have a daughter, go buy some Ruby Janes. The cuteness is blinding.

Jody, marine animal behaviorist gone housewife

Because Oshee asked, here is my life before kids. I trained Dolphins, Sea Lions and exotic birds. Photos curtosy of my Dad and fellow trainers.

Dolphins playing basketball

Fish jump….yes, that is me with a herring in my mouth.

Swimming with Connie.

Ring toss with Sammy the sea lion

Playing detective with Sam

Waving goodbye at the end of the show

With Sally during the bird show at Ocean World, Ft. Lauderdale, Fl.

With Brandi, Ocean World

Newborn sea lion pup, Ocean World

This photo was taken at Ocean World by a photograper for National Geographic magazine. I understand that it was published in one of the issues, but I am not sure which one as I never saw it.

I can’t say that life has been boring, that’s for sure.

Google brings it all back

Crack me up! I did a Google search on Sea Arama and found this web site. I am in several of the pictures. LOL!! The faces were blurred to protect the innocent????

Go to Photos, and click on “Dolphins” (page 2, Dolphin Trainers pose with Hastings-I am the first one on the left) and “Sea Lions” (Sea Lion Trainers with Sammy) and a couple of others.

Talk about blast from the past!! The park no longer exists. It closed down sometime in 1990.

I still have my whistle……the kids enjoy blasting it when I show it to them. It still smells like fish.

From there to here, it has been an interesting life!

Fish Tacos

Okay, recipe time. In an effort to help Bill’s Crestor be all that it can be, we are all about fish, chicken and pork (the other white meat) at our house these days.

Last night I made fish tacos, and they were incredible! I substituted Mahi Mahi for the fish and baby spinach for the cabbage. In addition, I used more lime, and poured the sauce over the fish as it cooked instead of dipping it. All but one of the kids devoured them and it was sooo easy to make.

Enjoy!

Fish Tacos
(makes 8 servings)

Precious

This is how my boys used to sleep.

In my mind, I will always remember them little like this, all curled up together.

The weight of air

I am beat. Do you mind some bullet points?

Bill finally allowed me to get him to a specialist for a second opinion. He had no choice. It was either go to the doctor, or die from the brain trauma that I was inflicting on him with my constant crying and pleading. That and having to shovel me off the floor every time he complained of what we are now affectionately calling “bobble head” (disequalibrium and uncoordination).

*We went to the neurologist yesterday. Not just any neurologist, but one who did his residency at mayo clinic.
*Bill had a sensory stroke in the white matter of his mid brain.
*It is not visible on the MRI from 2 weeks ago
*The one that is visible is not of worry….could have been an infection from 30 years ago, so he doesn’t even think that area is a stroke.
*It could have been the migraine that caused the stroke
*Less likely it could have been some mild plaque build up in his carotid arteries and his aortic arch that broke off.
*He needs to get his LDL down to below 70.

The great news is that because he started his meds so quickly, he probably (but no guarantee) will not experience any future problems. The Crestor he is on will kick the LDL’s rear.

The symptoms should disappear in 3 to 6 months, and they will come and go. That is normal for this type of stroke. He may have some mild residual deficit.

The doctor was decisive, had a calm voice, was super friendly, and spent an hour with us. He was not vague, and answered each and every one of our questions with knowledgable answers……he just knows his sheite! He reassured me that this is not a death sentence, and if Bill follows the treatment plan, he should be fine! No guarantees that it won’t happen again, but we have reduced the risk to almost nothing by having him on the Crestor, aspirin and Altace.

I wanted to jump up and kiss him full on the mouth!

But I didn’t, in case you were wondering.

I kissed Bill full on the mouth once we got to the car.

Later that night, Bill scooted across the bed to me, after I had already dozed off, and said “Thank you”.

I roused and said “What for?”

And he replied “For making me do that today……I feel so much better”.

Up until that point, I felt like I was moving through water. The weight of everything was exhausting. It was as if air was so heavy, it was an effort just to inhale it into my lungs.

It feels weightless now.

And I can breath again.

Playing doctor

I mentioned last week that my kids have a unique doctors kit. It is a combo of Bob the Builder tools and play doctors instruments.

Being from medical parents, my kids also have actual medical instruments to enhance their play. Included in this wide array of tools is a tenaculum, real reflex hammers, suture kits, and “tuning forks” to check for hearing disorders and such. In addition to this, they have a real blood pressure cuff , stethoscope and an actual otoscope.

Here is part of their kit. The rest is stuff that has to be supervised.

Playing doctor with them is hardcore. They fight over who is Dad, Dr. Tim and Dr. Ralph. They have real bandages and such to finish off their “surgical cases”, and I frequently come out of “anesthesia” with bruises and sometimes missing locks of hair during “suture removal”.

Such was the case last week while I was down with mastitis. As I mentioned, Quinn got out the childs doctors kit from hell, and while they worked on me, I dozed off in my feverish state, waking abruptly when they used a saw to “fix” my owie boobie or a reflex hammer on my ocular bone. Not……kidding.

So, let me just say that when most kids break out the doctors kit, it is play. When my kids do it, it is war, and seems to be practice for M.A.S.H. deployment. Quinn in particular seems to be on his way to wanting to be a doctor, as he talks about it quite frequently.

It would not surprise me in the least, given his experiences so far with the doctors and physical therapists. He adores his dad as well, and I completely see him following in Bill’s footsteps.

Like father, like son.

When a Home is not really a House

Driving home in the van after picking up Quinn from school:

Quinn: “Is Daddy home?”

Me: “He will be in a few minutes.”

Quinn: “I miss him when he is at work.”

Me: “I know. You really love him, huh?”

Quinn: “Yeah, I love him the most.”

Me: “Me too, honey.”

Quinn: “More than I love anyone else.”

Me: “Okay, honey.”

Quinn: “Even way more than I love you.”

Me: “Alrighty then.”

Quinn: “I mean like a kazillion times more than I love you.”

I stopped the car at a stop sign, and turned around to face him in the back seat and sneered: “Well, good for you. I love CORY more than I love you. A kazillion, MILLION times more”. (How’s that for a shirt, Chris?)

Okay, I really didn’t say that. But I thought it.* Sheesh.

In other news at the American Stroke Association Department of Research and Development Jody2ms house, every day when Bill comes home from work, I yell “Daddy’s home” and all the kids run to the back door. Mia especially likes this time and screams with excitement.

Well, she now calls Bill, not Daddy, but “Daddy’s Home”. As in, “I want my Daddys Home to watch Dora with me” and “Pick me up, Daddy’s Home”.

It must be a hereditary thing from his side of the family, because his niece and nephews call his mother “Nana’s House”. My SIL used to say “let’s go to Nana’s house for a visit” so the kids thought her name was Nana’s House. When they wanted to go to her house for a visit, they would say “Can we go to Nana’s House’s house?” .

Daddy’s Home and Nana’s House spent time together last weekend at Daddy’s Home’s house. This summer Daddy’s Home will take us all to Nana’s House’s house to visit the beach.

Any questions?

*for clarification and in a need to keep hate mail to a minimum, I would never ever say anything like this to my child. Nor would I love one more than the other, yada yada. I love them all the Purplest

Up and down

Butterflies in my stomach. Adrenaline. Sinking feelings.

If I didnt know any better, I would have to say I was on a roller coaster ride at Disney World.

We have good days and bad days. Friday was a great one. Bill felt better, the tingling was gone, and all he was left with was a slight heavy feeling in his right side. One fine day, for sure!

approach the lift hill, and begin slow ascent to the top of the track after 2 weeks of back to back loops

Saturday sucked. Bill called me from work and said he did not feel well. I asked what was wrong and he said “My head doesn’t feel right. I’ll talk to you when I get home” and we got off the phone. I looked at the clock and it read 10:30. I had to wait almost 2 hours to find out what the hell was wrong. I worked myself up into a complete panic.

find myself gazing down, as the car gains acceleration and plunges me into the double dip from hell

When he came home he said he just felt fatigued. We spent a quiet day at home. Napping and lounging. That evening we drank a little beer.

Sunday he felt way better and we had a great day. We even went to the pool and he swam with the kids. Then we had a drink in the evening. We joked about becoming alcoholics.

the cart slows and continues on a flat track

This morning he told me that Saturday he just felt weird in his head and right leg….like they were not coordinating together. He could walk fine, it just felt weird and disjointed.

the cart flings itself into a monster looping corkscrew, and the G-Force leaves me stunned

I called him at work just a few minutes ago, and he said that today he feels much better.

clack clack clack clack…. the chain pulls the car up the track to set it up for another free fall….clack clack clack clack

Up and down, round and round. Every turn leaves my stomach suspended high above me. Then it catches up with me and I can stop holding my breath.

Right now, I can breathe again.

Hair!

Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there, hair!
Shoulder length, longer (hair!)
Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaair!

Flow it,

Show it,

Looooong as God can grow it,

My Hair!

My boys had a run in with a father armed with electric clippers. They lost.

DEFCON 3

Because I am still fatigued from my illness, and just too durn lazy, I am cutting and pasting something I wrote in an e-mail to a friend. Things are good.

“Bill went to a neurologist on Tuesday, and to make a long story short, it was a waste of time. He told Bill that the stroke area
in his brain was not causing his symptoms and that he was probably having another stroke that wasn’t showing up yet (after a week?) or that he had MS……he said that a right sided stroke would not effect the right side of his body.

When Bill came home and told me this, I went all postal on him. I told him that the doctor was wrong, and that we needed to go get a
second opinion. He said no, and we went back and forth until we had a huge argument (Bill actually said something like “He is a
NEUROLOGIST and you are just as stupid nurse”……yeah, he slept on the couch) and went to neutral corners.

Well, last night Bill came home from work and handed me some photcopied pages from a Neurology book that he found in Dr. Tim’s
library. Basically the authors state that a right sided stroke in the area of the brain where Bill experienced his stroke will cause
the EXACT right sided symptoms that he is experiencing.

This morning over coffee he said he was sorry, and that I was right.

More improtant than being right, what this means is that he is not experiencing multiple strokes**…..it is the one lacunar infarct. It also means that he does not have MS. The book stated that full recovery should be expected in a few weeks time, and he is not more likely to have recurrent stroke as long as preventitive treatment is initiated and continued (he started the meds the day of the MRI). He should have no lasting
effects from it.

The pain in his ear is gone, as is the fatigue and heaviness. The tingling is also going away. Our God is good”

At lunch today we talked some more about the last two weeks. He said when he really thought about it, he remembered having a persistent headache and that he was constantly popping Ibuprofen in an attempt to alleviate it. The more we discussed it, I recalled seeing him going to the medicine cabinet and getting Motrin frequently over the course of several days, then I left town to go see my mom. While I was gone, he said he just felt bad, “almost angry…. but not really angry, just not happy….and the headache. It wasn’t what I would call the worst headache in the world…just persistent. Then the tingling started.”

So…….he had a stroke. It was in the right side of his brain in the white matter. It effected his right side and was what is called a “pure sensory lacunar infarct”. We still don’t know why and may never know. He is on preventitive treatment, and his symptoms are disappearing!

In his words: “Well. It is what it is. I may never have another one, or I could have one 20 years from now. Or 10, 0r 5. Or tomorrow.”

For now, we have gone from DEFCON 1 to DEFCON 3. We will probably never be at DEFCON 5 again. Ever. Our innocense is lost.

At ease.

**edited to add…We are hoping that this is true. There is always the chance that, yes, indeed, he is having a second stroke that is not showing up yet. Most of the literature showed that most lacunal infarcts will appear on MRI usually within 3-5 days. He had his at least a week after his symptoms appeared. This is not 100%, as nothing in medicine is 100%. We are just hoping that this is the scenario, based on some of the literature we have read.

48 hours

In the last 48 hours, I have:

~my husband is averse to second opinions.

~realized that 104 degrees is not just a temperature in Texas.

~when my daughter has a fever, she has a major appetite for breast milk

~My boobs can only tolerate so much

~mastitis is debilitating

~mastitis is not for the weak

~I am the weak

~I hallucinate with a fever of 102.6

~My 5yo and 2yo played not only doctor, but gynecologist on me while I lay in bed in “udder” agony. Mind you , their doctors kit was combined with a Bob the Builder tool kit, so they sawed off my left boob, my foot, put drill bits in my ears, and then hammered my head with a plastic hammer in an effort to rid me of my headache.

~They make Tylenol in strengths greater than 500mg

~I took 2 of them.

~It feels weird to have a temp of 96.3…chilling in fact

~It is 95 degrees out and I have on a Patagonia synchilla snap tee and am still cold.

And the number one thing that I have learned in 48 hours? That I can kill with one look.

~after running a high fever, my boob mottled in red, frequent trips to the bathroom to retch, I sat on the couch this morning and my husband said “You aren’t faking this to generate sympathy are you?” Of course he was joking, but you understand I still had to kill him. It was quick and painless, and now he is in a better place.

More random tidbits.

Bill had a visit to the cardiologist on Thursday. He had an echocariogram, a stress test, and this morning a doppler of his carotid arteries……all of which where normal. Officially.

At this moment, he is seeing a neurologist. I was supposed to go to this appointment….instead, here I sit, with Mia in my lap running a 104 degree fever, hallucinating. Hence, my non-presense at a particularly important appointment.

Bill has been told by me, his anxious wife, that he must regurgitate every word the neuro doc utters. There will be no guttural grunts or “I don’t knows” allowed in his explanation of the appointment to me later today. Men…..if only their communication skills could go beyond “it was fine”, “I don’t know”, “whatever” or the occasional fart.

Now I must toot my sons horn. A few weeks ago, Bill had him mow the lawn, and afterwards, because he did such a good job, Bill paid him $5. We normally do not pay our kids for chores around the house, but Bill knew he was saving for a particular object, so he paid him a bit.

Saturday, I mowed the part of our lawn that is on a very dangerous incline, and Cory mowed the rest. It was hot, and we were both dripping sweat. I came inside for a drink, then sat on the back porch to wait for Cory. He came around the corner, shirt soaked in sweat. Bill met him in the drive, with his wallet out, and Cory shook his head and waved his hand in dismisal, refusing the money.

I love my first born. He is turning into quite a nice young man, doncha think?

On Friday, God created the angelic, strange children

“Yum, can I have some more spinach? This is really good!”

“Please pass the squash.”

“Mom, will you get me some tomatoes?”

“You didn’t make enough chicken.”

“Can I put some more basalmic vinegar on my spinach?”

Then the heavens opened wide, and a chorus of angels sang a never ending hymn of gladness. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh haaaaallelujah… haaaaallelujah…hallelujah, hallelujah, hallleeeeelu-jah”

And the mother saw that it was good.

Hi, how ah ya?

7:00am
Me: How do you feel honey?”
Bill: “Buwa bu, na gee ni”.

9:00am
Call to Bill at office:
Me: “You feeling okay?”
Bill: “Well, I am not dead yet.”

11:00am
Me: “How are you feeling?”
Bill: “How are you feeling?”

12:30pm
Calling from the car
after picking up his MRI films in another town.
Me: “How are you feeling? I got your MRI films.”
Bill: “Okay to both and whatever. I am eating…can I eat?”

And the day is only half over. Do you feel sorry for him yet?

More random “stuff”

I think I am officially depressed.

Yesterday was franitc and crazy. Today I just feel blah.

This morning I asked Bill if he was having any other symptoms, other than the tingling, and he replied “Just a very, very slight headache above my right eye”. I look at him and see a walking time bomb.

I need to mow the lawn, which is basically half of a city block. That should be fun with a 2 year old.

He told the 2 oldest boys what happened. He said that at one point he told them that “there is just a tiny area where the brain didn’t get any oxygen and that little spot died” and Cody piped in “Good thing it wasn’t a large area or you would be dead”.

My stomach dropped and stayed there.

I sit, right now, looking out to our driveway at the trailer, and where I once saw excitement and adventure, I now see a burdon and anxiety. You know, we talked about the “what-if’s” the other night, and the truck and trailer will be the first to go if, God forbid, he has another stroke of greater magnitude.

It is like someone put out a light in me.

If you walked up to me and told me “I am taking everything from you today. Your house, your furniture, you clothes, cars and personal possessions….but I am leaving you your husband, and children” I would gladly hand it all over to you. What I am imagining now is that someone is walking up to me and saying the same thing, but the only thing I may leave with is my children.

I think I need to rename my blog “Poor, poor pitiful me”.

Rambling, whining and cursing

Warning: You will not be getting funny today from me. If you want funny, you must go here. Be sure and wear a Depends.

What I know that I didn’t know last night:

-the stroke is in the white matter of his brain
-my 48yo husband has 36% chance of having a major stroke in the next 30 days or so.
-he has mild atheriosclerosis (fuck spelling)
-I have used the word fuck more times in the last 48 hours than I have in my entire lifetime. I apologize up front, as I know this is as offensive to some readers, as it is to me. But I am just barely hanging on here, and it keeps flying out. So there. Fuck.
-he is on 162mg 325mg of aspirin a day
-he started Crestor, 5mg/day
-the prognosis is good in the beginning, but long term is not.
-Bill is the calmest person in the word. We need to bottle whatever the hell it is inside of him and sell it as an anxiety treatment. We would make a fortune.
-he is also dragging his right foot, bumping into things, and drooling…all in an effort to make me laugh. It works sometimes, but last night it did not.

He went on to work this morning, which is a good thing, as I would imagine that it would be a bit unnerving if you had just had a stroke, and your wife was crying everytime she looked at you.

My life would have no meaning if something happened to him. There. I said it. I love my children, and I know they would give me purpose, but Bill is a part of me.

If he died, I would be half of a person. I would die of heartbreak.

**This just in…..my doctor, the wonderful Dr. Tim, who I love to death, is taking the bull by the horns and has pulled some strings and got Bill in to a fantastic cardiologist….right now. So, he is in route as I speak.

Thank you all for your well wishes, concern and prayers. I just can’t concentrate and pray right now, so you are doing it for me. Okay?

The verdict is in

It is not MS………………my husband had a stroke.

And I quote the radiologist:

“There is a subcentimeter lacunar infarct in the lateral posterior portion of the right centrum semiovale.”

I don’t know enough to elaborate on it. I had literally 2 minutes with my husband before he had to wisk one of the boys off to Cub Scouts.

I am so sad, scared, confused, worried, and anxious.

He is 48 years old. I want 40 more with him, dammitall.

Something to ponder

If you think someone could possibly have a blocked artery, a bulging aneurysm, or MS, and to see such pathology one would need to do a CONTRAST (where they inject dye into the vein) MRI, do you think that MAYBE you might want to give the FLIPPIN’ patient the MOTHER FLOCKING DYE??????????????

That is all.

As you were, folks

Wishfully spoken
“maybe nothing”

Wish granted
Prayer answered.

Thank God. The last 24 hours have literally killed me. As you read, Bill approached me Monday and told me his symptoms and how concerned he was about them. He got right in that morning with Dr. R, and an MRI was ordered. The problem was that he ordered it in the notes, but forgot to check it on the order sheet. So, anyway…..long story short, they got him in to the hospital at 11am this morning. He had an MRI of the brain, and because the people at this hospital know how to treat their patients, the scan had been read, and results called to the doctor before Bill even made it back to me in the waiting room.

We phoned Dr. R, and he returned the call immediatly (Bill had already taken off in his truck). Negative. Zero. Zilch. His brain is wonderfully normal. I called Bill, and totally broke down. My God, how I love him.

We still don’t know what is causing it. Some blood work has been sent off, and they will see what that shows.

For now, we are very pleased and relieved, and may even get some sleep tonight……….wrapped in each others arms.

Haiku, improper format

Weekend away
Aging mother
Sweet
Priceless

Return home
Husband greeting
Wonderful evening
Morning comes

Cappucino steaming
Across the table
Glasses off
Bomb dropped

Eyes locked
Sinking stomach
Soft touch
Symptoms given

Tingling skin
Hemiparesthesia
Face
Arm
Torso
Leg

Doctor visit
Waiting waiting
Phone ringing
Sweet voice
in my ear

Lunch time
Curled up
Mouse-like
Strong lap
So soft

More words
Aneurysm
Tumor
TIA
Multiple Sclerosis

Wishfully spoken
“maybe nothing”

We sit,
We wait
Freaking orders
To be given
MD

Not done.
How hard?
Mutter 3 letters
GET! IT! DONE!
I’ll shout them

MRI

And the winner is……

It appears there will not have to be a drawing in the “Digging for Dollars in Poop” contest.

Jana is the only one who guessed correctly!!!

As much as I hate to disappoint Jodi, yes, I dug the money out of the poop, cleaned it and placed it in Bill’s change tray. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, kwim?

Jana, if you will e-mail me your size and a mailing addy, I will get your cool t-shirt out to you asap!

Do something for me

I would like to ask each of you to do something for me. It is simple and only good can come from it.

Tell your husband you love him, right now.

Call him on the phone, drive up to his office and have lunch with him, seek him out and specifically tell him how much he means to you. Be creative……even if you are flaming mad at him.

That is your assignment for today. Please leave a note below and tell us what you did……….

Why, Jody2ms, are you waxing philosophical on us?

In the meanwhile, go, git……give some lovin’ to your other half. Life can change on a dime.